A/N: This is my take on what happens after the previous chapter. I will be posting new fics again soon. Tanks for reading and please review.
Ron was busy chopping wood just outside the tent. It's been almost a full month since Hermione called him, telling him to run. He followed the plan she set up after the war in case anything ever went wrong, but it did nothing to stop him from worrying about his wife.
Little Rosie has also been missing her mother, but Ron didn't know what to tell her. He just wanted his wife back safe and sound. As he lifted the axe again, he heard a twig breaking some distance behind him.
Running around the side of the tent, as quietly as he could, Ron pulled his wand out and listened. When the footsteps were close enough, he jumped out and pointed his wand, ready to stun the person.
Hermione stood at the other end of the wand. "Hey" she said calmly. Ron kept the wand firmly in place.
"In fifth year you said I had the emotional range of?" he asked.
"A teaspoon" she smiled.
Ron lowered his wand and heaved a sigh of relief. "You show up here after weeks and you say hey?" he said mockingly. Hermione simply smiled at him using her words against her, as always.
The couple hugged and kissed, before Hermione pulled away. "Where's Rose?" she asked.
"I just put her down for a nap, but I don't think she'll mind being woken by you." The couple started making their way back towards the entrance.
"So where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Everywhere"
Hermione explained that her cover was blown in Oslo, so she had to stay on the run. A smuggler named Kristoffer Haugen was running an international smuggling ring, dealing in everything from magical creatures to forbidden artefacts. He wanted Hermione killed because she was the only one that would testify against him, so he sent people to Grimmauld Place and the Burrow to look for Ron to lure her out. Hermione knew the only way to ensure the safety of her family was to take him out and shut down his operation.
This was no easy feat. More than once he manage to slip through the cracks, and often evaded the traps that had been set up for him. Ron listened with growing pride. His wife was the reason that an entire smuggling ring had been shut down.
Before entering the tent, Hermione helped pick up the chopped wood. Ron noticed her wincing as she stood up, so he threw down his wood and took hers.
"Are you alright?" he asked, the concern obvious in his voice.
"I'm fine. I'm just still sore" she answered meekly. She lifted her jersey to reveal a large bruise covering her left side and back. It was starting to heal, but still looked rather new. Ron noticed another light bruise on her forehead, and a dark one sticking out under her jersey near the base of her neck. He tenderly slid the fabric over her shoulder to reveal the slim bruise. This was by a sharp, straight object.
"That one's from a windowsill- I dodged a jinx. My collarbone shattered, but Luna repaired it" said Hermione.
"Luna?"
"Yeah. she was out in the woods looking for goodness knows what new creature. She found me running around and helped me heal."
Ron smiled before kissing her softly on her forehead. The couple entered the tent hand in hand. Rose was sleeping on the sofa. Hermione sat down next to her, gently shaking her shoulder. Rose let out a groan, reluctant to wake.
"Rose" Hermione whispered. With that the little girl flew up, her auburn hair whipping away from her face. She grinned widely as she hugged her mother tightly.
"Missed Mummy" she said in a groggy voice.
"I know sweetie. I'm sorry" said Hermione, kissing her daughter's head. "I love you"
"Love you too Mummy"
The two hugged again, and Ron saw a tear running down his wife's cheek as she looked at him over their daughter's curly hair. When Rose pulled away, Hermione angled her face to get a better look.
She had to admit that Rose definitely looks like she did at that age. Sure, she had freckles on her nose and cheeks, dark blue eyes, a red tint in her hair and her father's chin, but the rest all came from her mother. Ron also said that she inherited her mother's brilliant mind, for she was a very fast learner and spoke very well for her age.
Ron went into the kitchen to make hot cocoa, listening as his two girls conversed in short sentences. They sat in the living room sipping their beverages, Rose snuggling on Hermione's lap.
Later that night Rose went back to sleep, but not before insisting that her mother tell her a bedtime story.
The two parents sat outside near the campfire. They were both admiring the beautiful night sky.
"I missed you" said Ron.
"I missed you too" said Hermione, taking her husband's hand and interlacing their fingers.
"Just out of curiosity, how did you find us?" Ron asked.
Hermione sighed. "I'll admit it wasn't easy. I used trace magic to locate certain spells that
I knew you would use, which I deduced using logic and my knowledge on your habits and train of thought"
"Brilliant" Ron smiled, clearly both impressed and proud.
"Not really. I put a GPS tracker in your wand"
"You did not" said Ron, pulling out his wand and turning it in his hands. Eventually Hermione leaned over and twisted the base to reveal a hidden compartment. They made eye contact, then burst out laughing.
"A GPS tracker? In my wand" Ron panted, wiping tears off his red cheeks.
"I knew you wouldn't notice"
And so the two had their first snog for the first time in weeks. All was well.
