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Chapter 10

Good Morning Sunshine

Arthur loved mornings. He loved the part where he would sit at his spot at the table. He loved the part where he could watch Molly cook breakfast out of the corner of his eye. He loved the part where he would read his paper. He loved the part where he would clear his throat and the children would pretend to settle down at the table. But, this morning was even better.

Molly was cooking as usual. Arthur always thought she was the most beautiful in the mornings. He was sitting in his chair at the table with his paper. The only major difference to the normal eye would be the absence of the children. However, this particular morning involved the presence of two wands on the table in front of Arthur that he had personally summoned directly after taking his seat.

Molly continued to cook, Arthur continued to read, and they both smiled. The shouting, the slamming, the shattering, the banging, the overall fighting…it was music to their ears.

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Harry ducked as another text book was thrown at his head and slammed into the wall behind him. He knew she was going to be mad at him in the morning, but this was just a tiny bit scarier than he was anticipating. He was starting to wonder if the disappearance of their wands was more of a safety precaution for the house rather than he couldn't find his and dodge at the same time.

"Gin, you told me not to leave you last night." Harry didn't like the sound of his own voice. It was a begging sound with a hint of reasoning. He was aiming for the other way around.

"Do NOT call me that!" Ginny aimed another book at Harry's big head. She missed yet again and flinched when it ripped her favorite Harpies poster as the book fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry Ginny! Really! I just…I had problems getting through the block afterwards. I promise. I wanted to be here." Harry ducked as something that looked like an overly large scrap book flew at his head. When small pieces of colored paper and photos flew out after it hit the wall, Harry cringed. Ginny was going to kill him all over again after she calmed and saw the mess.

"Don't you dare sorry me! It was FIVE years!" Ginny heaved a lamp that shattered against the wall. Harry needed to duck faster. Her aim was getting better. "It doesn't take FIVE YEARS to remember that YOU PROMISED!"

So she was a little madder than he thought she was going to be. He could deal with this. He was Harry Potter. He could calm her down. Now…how did he defuse that one fight with Ron that she nearly killed him over? He slowly walked towards her…just a tiny bit at a time. He had time to fix this…he hoped.

"Gin, I know you're mad at me! Hell, I'm mad at me! I'm the idiot that messed up the best thing that ever happened to me! I'm the one who put the block up Gin! I wanted to keep them from seeing you! I had to…if something ever happened to you…" Harry jumped back and ducked as a paper weight flew at his head.

"I told you not to call me that! You don't get to call me that! Just, damn it Harry! GET OUT!"

Oh no…he never was anything but mush when she cried…

"Please, Gin…I'll do anything. Let me try. Please? I'm sorry it took me so long to remember. It was like one moment I remembered everything…and then…I was back to remembering that something really important was missing…Gin? Baby, please!"

He was not seriously begging…Harry Potter never begged her anything. She had wanted to beg him to stay after that night, but she had let him go because he promised to come back.

"Baby? Baby! I've never been your baby! Oh…there was that one time…did you forget that part as well Potter? Are you sure baby? We don't have to do this now, baby. No PRESSURE or ANYTHING BABY!" Ginny started using quills like darts at her target.

"Whoa! Back up, Gin! Stop right there! I never, EVER pressured you to do anything!" He was going to say more when Ginny interrupted him sharply.

"So coming into MY room in the middle of the night to say GOODBYE with the connotation that I might NEVER see you again constitutes as NO PRESSURE!!! Who the BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!"

She had stopped throwing things, and she was using Hermione words…don't say it Potter…just don't…

"I'm Harry Potter."

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"Arthur, maybe one or both of us should go up there? She wouldn't kill him, Arthur. Would she?" Molly looked up at the ceiling as if she could see the couple above.

"You can patch him up when she's done with him Molly." Arthur turned another page in his paper without even looking up.

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Ginny had crossed the room and was now physically attacking Harry's chest with her fists. Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he let the assault continue.

"We needed you to come back…I needed you here…you weren't here when…you promised…you promised you would come back for me…I needed you to come back for me…I can't do this by myself…"

She was babbling and crying and hitting him. He couldn't fully understand what she was saying. He was such an ass.

"Gin, baby…I'm sorry I made you think that it was a mistake. I love you." Harry cupped her face in his hands so that he could look her in the eye. "The days I couldn't remember…it was like this empty space was haunting me. There was always this big hole that I couldn't figure out. It was you the whole time, don't you see? I love you. I have always loved you. I came back for you. I came as soon as I figured it out. I promise. Loving you was always the one thing in my life that made sense. It's who I am, Gin. Just, please…let me stay. I want to stay." Harry lowered his head to hers so that their foreheads were touching. He didn't realize that he was holding his breath until she whispered.

"You really don't think it was a mistake?"

Harry laughed quietly before he kissed her. He was going to do everything in his power to make her believe that loving her was never, ever a mistake.

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"Arthur, it's too quiet! I don't care what you say, I'm going up there!" Molly slammed her wooden spoon on the counter before she turned to storm out of the kitchen. Arthur jumped from his seat from the table and grabbed Molly around the waist.

"Molly, let them be." He smiled into her hair. "The boy loves her. Let him prove it. Going upstairs now might ruin our chances of another grandchild from the two of them for good."

"Arthur!" Molly turned in his arms. She couldn't believe he said that…but then again… "He doesn't know yet does he?"

"No." Arthur gazed sadly into his wife's eyes. "She needs to know he loves just her first. The boy is going to be distraught when he finds out, but he'll be alright. Molly, he's going to find our Grace. Just give him this moment."

"You're right, Arthur. I just want her home." Molly buried her face into Arthur's shoulder.

"That boy is going to want her home faster than anyone else. She'll be home faster than you know it Molly." Arthur continued to whisper assurances to his wife. He couldn't help but think that she wasn't the only one in the kitchen who needed to hear them.

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Hermione slowly drifted awake. It was such a strange feeling not remembering when you were last awake. She had only felt the sensation once before in her life, and she was the first person to admit she didn't like to think about it. The first thing she noticed was Ron sleeping in the strangest position in the chair next to her bed. The second thing she noticed was how he still managed to hold her hand. The third thing she noticed was…leave it to Ron to finally give her a ring. All it took was to be in a life or death situation to get him to tell her how he felt. She was going to have to break him of that. Hermione settled into her pillows to watch him sleep. He would be awake soon enough. She smiled down at her ring. At least something good came out of this whole situation. Before she knew it, she had drifted back to sleep.

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"Good morning, sunshine." Ron smiled down at Hermione. "Sleep well? Anything hurt? I can get the nurse." Ron started to get up but forgot that he was still holding her hand.

"No. Stay here." Hermione held on to his hand with both of hers. She wasn't going to let him get away that easily. "I haven't given you my answer yet."

"Answer?" Ron gave her a confused look. It was common for him to pretend he didn't know what she was talking about. He loved to watch her get all wound up. However, there was a time and a place for everything, and this was not the time.

"Yes." Hermione smiled at him. This was going to be fun.

"Yes what?" Ron ran his free hand through his hair. He hadn't slept well since he had found Hermione…no, he wouldn't think of her like that. She was fine. He placed his free hand against her cheek more to make sure she was real than to turn her face up at him.

"Yes, I'll marry you Ronald." Hermione started to giggle and abruptly stopped. It made her head hurt.

"Oh. Well, 'Mione, I never really asked." He was whispering. When had he lowered his head down to hers?

"So, you don't want to marry me?" Hermione tried her best at pouting. She never had tried it before. Even as a child, she was more of a ask first then demand type rather than the pouting then guilt trip/ tease bit.

"Of course I want to marry you." Ron lowered his head even further so he could whisper directly into her ear. "I just don't see how that could possibly be a question. You only get to answer questions, 'Mione." Ron placed a light kiss just below her ear.

"Ronald. I want to go home. Now." Hermione dropped the pouting act. She loved him. The last place she wanted to be right now was in a situation where you expected people to walk in on a regular basis.

"Honey, I want to take you home more than anything, but the healers want to observe you for 12 hours after you wake up. They just want to make sure everything is alright." Ron brushed her hair out of her eyes. He hoped that Hermione could read the disappointment in his eyes. He wanted to go home, too.

"Ronald, may I remind you that you have a little more say than the average wizard because, I don't know, you're Ronald Weasley! Go sign the right autographs and get me out of here!"

Ron laughed and then reluctantly pulled himself away from her. She did have a point. He was Ronald Weasley, war hero. He just didn't know if a few autographs were going to make it safer for his girl to go home.

"I'll get the healer Hermione as long as you promise to tell me to bring you back as soon as you think you do. And, if I think you need to come back, no matter how silly you may think I am, you come willingly. Deal?" Ron tried to keep his serious face in place long enough to hear her response. This was her health they were dealing with here.

"I promise Ron. Go get the healer." She smiled at him as she shooed him out of her room. He was always so overprotective. She would let him bring her back for every sneeze for the next three months if he would just take her home now. The exchange was so worth it. Her mother told her she had lost her head over this one. It was the first time she actually believed it was that extreme. She wasn't going to be Miss Hermione Granger much longer. She was going to be Mrs. Ronald Weasley. She sighed as she relaxed further into her pillows as she waited for Ron to return with the healer and her discharge papers.

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