A/N: I am SO sorry it has taken so long to update this! I've been at a bit of a block with it, but I know exactly where I'm going now, so it shouldn't be that bad. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! You guys are great!!!!
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Emileen opened her eyes to be shocked by the sight of a pair of green eyes staring back at her. A little girl with red hair and green eyes, smaller than she, was standing by her bed staring at her curiously. But wait... This wasn't even her bed...
Where was she?
She saw her little brother sleeping peacefully beside her, and she was terrified for a moment that they had both been kidnapped. She looked at the other girl timidly before stuttering a "Who are you?"
The other little girl narrowed her eyes. She looked on silently at Emmy and Kyle before turning to her door and yelling a rather loud, "MUMMY!!!"
Emileen stared at the door for only a second before a pretty woman with long red hair like the little girl's came rushing into the room. She had a bulging belly, and Emileen realized she must be pregnant. She looked panicked for a moment before she saw what had upset her daughter. She laughed lightly before coming over to the bed and sitting down. She pulled the red headed little girl into her lap and turned her attention to Emileen.
"How are you, Emileen?" She had a very friendly sort of voice, and Emmy wasn't exactly afraid anymore. She was more just confused.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
The woman smiled warmly. "Well, my name's Ginny, and this is Crystal," she patted her daughter's head. "And I know your name because your mum told me."
Emmy sat up a bit. "How do you know my mum?"
"Well, we're old friends. She brought you and your brother here last night, but you were asleep."
"Where is she?" Emmy was much more relaxed now than she had been previously. She wasn't scared in the least anymore, and she found that she completely trusted woman.
Ginny prodded Crystal off of her lap and stood up. "Well, she went with my brother for a bit, but you can call her if you like."
Emmy nodded as she climbed out of the bed. "Yes, please."
Ginny grinned at her and took her hand, leading her down some stairs to a kitchen. Emileen marveled at the kitchen when she entered it. The little girl she had been introduced to as Crystal had followed them downstairs and now ran to the table and threw her arms around a dark-haired man who was sitting at the table with two boys, another little girl and a baby. All of the children had the same red hair that their mother did, and Emileen privately found this a bit funny.
All of the people at the table looked up when Ginny and Emileen entered the kitchen, and all of their eyes fell on the strange girl staring at them. Ginny held onto her hand tightly, and Emmy was secretly thankful because she was just a tad nervous. "Emileen," Ginny said sweetly, "These are Crystal's brothers and sister." She pointed at each child as she named them, and Emmy tried to store all of the names into memory for future reference. "And this is my husband, Harry."
The man turned and grinned at her, and almost instantly, Emileen was hit with a realization. "I know you!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"You do?" The man raised his eyebrows at her curiously.
She nodded quickly. "Yeah! My mum's got a picture of you and some other boy, but you're a lot younger there!" She turned suddenly to Ginny. "And the other guy has red hair! Is he one of your sons?"
Ginny laughed and grinned at her husband. "No, he's my brother- my older brother," she added for further emphasis.
Emileen shrugged. "Oh. But still! I know you!"
Harry laughed and nodded. "Well, I guess you do."
"Who is she?" One of the twin boys asked suddenly. Emileen was pretty sure that his name was Elliot.
"This is Emileen," said Ginny to her children. "Her mother is the lady who was here yesterday," she explained. Emileen didn't know her mother had visited the day before, but she assumed it made sense since she'd been left in the care of that crazy old Mrs. Bennett.
"Is she a Muggle?" the other twin asked curiously.
Emileen wrinkled up her nose at the question. She didn't know what a Muggle was, but she was pretty sure that she wasn't one. At least, she didn't want to be one; the word sounded a bit offensive.
Harry shook his head at his son and said, "Hush, Michael."
"Here, let's call your mother," Ginny said, leading her to the phone. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Ron? Hi, is Hermione there? Emileen wants to talk to her... Okay... Yes, fine... Alright." She held the phone to Emileen.
Emmy took the phone and held it to her ear. "Mum?"
"Hey, sweetheart," her mother's voice came back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. But what's going on?"
"Honey, I'll explain everything later. I'll come and get you in a little while, but right now just know that you don't have to be scared, okay?"
Emileen rolled her eyes. "Mum, I'm not scared. I'm not a baby."
Her mother laughed. "Okay, well make sure your brother's not scared, okay?"
"He's still asleep, but yeah, alright, I'll take care of him. But hey, mum?"
"Yes?"
Emileen crossed her fingers. "Do I have to go to school today?"
"No, not today. You don't have to go to school. It's okay."
Emmy was more than a bit shocked; her mother had never once given in that easily. "Okay!"
"I'm going to go, okay? Be good for Harry and Ginny, alright?"
"I will."
"Good. I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Bye, Sweetie."
"Bye, Mum." Emileen heard a click and handed the phone back to Ginny who replaced it on the hook.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Ginny pointed her to a chair which Emmy gratefully took.
"Yes, please."
Ginny handed her a plate with scrambled eggs, a bit of bacon, and a slice of toast. She then set a glass of orange juice in front of her. Actually, it was rather good cooking, and Emmy was secretly pleased that she had awaken in this house.
This was turning out to be fun.
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Later that morning, Emmy found herself outside with Crystal, Michael, and Elliot. Kyle had woken up, but was now being fed breakfast inside with the two younger children. He wasn't scared at all, and Emileen was actually quite proud of his bravery.
The three Potter children (as she had learned was their surname) were playing a game of Hide and Seek, and Emmy was watching them quietly from the porch in their backyard.
Suddenly, Crystal ran up to her with her two younger brothers in close tow. "Do you want to play or what?" asked the girl with a loud, bossy voice.
Emileen looked at the younger girl carefully before shrugging. "I guess so."
"Good!" Crystal looked extremely pleased. "You can be on my team- we're going to play Quidditch. Alyssa has a broom you can use, but it might be a little small."
Quidditch? Emileen raised her eyebrows and quietly asked, "What's Quidditch?" in a timid voice so that she wouldn't appear quite so obvious.
"I told you she was a Muggle!" Michael exclaimed once again. "I knew it!"
"I am not!" protested Emileen quickly. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "I'm not a Muggle!" She still had no clue as to what a Muggle was.
"Oh, no?" challenged Michael's twin, Elliot. "Then why don't you know what Quidditch is?"
Emmy didn't know what to say, so she just said, "Well, I've just never heard of it before. But I am not a Muggle!"
Crystal eyed her carefully, as though she were sizing her up. "How old are you?"
"Ten," answered Emileen, although she wasn't sure what importance her age was.
"Are you going to Hogwarts next year?" Crystal queried.
Hogwarts? Hogs didn't have warts... "Um... Yeah, I am." She figured lying was as good of a tactic as anything. "Are you?"
Crystal rolled her eyes. "I'm only eight. Of course, I'm not."
"She probably doesn't even know what Hogwarts is," said one of the twins haughtily.
Crystal shot her younger brothers a death glare. "Shut up, Elliot," she said warningly.
"Make me, Crystal," the little boy dared.
Crystal shrugged. "Fine, I will!"
And with that, she shoved the younger child to the ground and made a serious move to punch him before he screamed so loudly that Emileen was sure the neighbors would be running over to inspect.
The yell brought a panicked Ginny running from the back door of the house. She rushed to her children where she proceeded to lift her daughter away from her son and jerk her around. "What is going on?" she demanded.
"He was making fun of her!" Crystal exclaimed, pointing at a very shocked Emileen. "He was calling her a Muggle again!"
Ginny gave her son a disappointed look. "Elliot, it is not nice to tease people, and you know that." Then she turned to Crystal, "And you know better than to hit your brother," she added sternly.
"I didn't hit him!" Crystal protested loudly.
"You tried to!" shot back both of the twins at the same time.
Ginny held up her hands to stop the brewing argument. "Everyone back inside right now." Her three children stare at her pleadingly, but when she didn't relent, they all trudged into the house reluctantly.
Once all of the other children were inside, Emmy pulled on Ginny's sleeve. "Can I ask you a question?"
Ginny smiled at her. "Of course."
Very timidly, Emileen asked her question. "What's a Muggle?"
At this Ginny laughed and ran a hand over the blonde's hair affectionately. "That's something you'd better ask your mum."
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Hermione awoke feeling very warm and very content. She was confused to her surroundings for only a moment before all of the memories of the previous day came rushing back to her. She'd actually done it; she'd actually taken her children and went back to the people she'd been missing for an entire decade.
Back to Harry and Ron.
And now she was in Ron's bed awakening from what was definitely the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months. She remembered how kind he had been to her the night before, and she smiled briefly at the memory. And he'd been in the room watching her sleep during the night.
And he'd promised to take care of her.
Hermione sat up reluctantly and stretched her arms out to her sides. Glancing to her right, she glimpsed a reflection of herself in a mirror over his dresser, and saw that her hair was much bushier than normal. Yes, she remembered being out in the rain the night before, and she had opted for bed rather than a shower when she'd arrived at Ron's flat. She was in dire need of shower, so she begrudgingly left the warmness that Ron's bed offered and walked to the bathroom across the room.
As soon as she'd opened the door and entered, though, she gasped. Ron was standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a towel and brushing his teeth. He turned around when she gasped and grinned at her. "'Ornin," he managed through a mouthful of toothpaste.
She felt her cheeks growing hot as she stared at him dressed in nothing but a fluffy piece of white material. She immediately took in his chest which was much more muscular than the last time she had seen it. His arms, too, were rippling with muscles, and he looked as though he'd been working out every day of his life.
Smiling sheepishly, she stuttered. "Uh... I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were in here."
He shrugged before turning to the sink and spitting out the excess toothpaste. "It's no problem. I'll get out of your way."
She shook her head, "Take your time. Please. I mean, I don't want to impose."
To this Ron just shook his own head. "You're not imposing. I need to get dressed anyway."
Hermione couldn't help but realize what a disappointment this statement was. She pushed this thought quickly from her mind, though, and smiled graciously at him. "Thanks," she said quietly.
Ron just grinned. "It's nothing, Hermione."
God, why couldn't she just get her irrational thoughts under control? She was definitely not going to lie to herself and pretend that she didn't have serious lingering feelings for the redhead in front of her. She'd wanted him and only him for ten long years, and now she wasn't sure at all as to how she was supposed to go about battling all of those feelings.
Actually, she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to battle those feelings.
She pushed this thought as far into the back of her mind as she could manage and stepped toward the sink to brush her own teeth. At the exact same moment she had stepped forward, though, Ron stepped away from the sink toward the door. With the sudden movements in each other's respective directions, the two adults were suddenly face to face with each other- or rather face to chest, for Hermione was quite a bit shorter than he was. After a moment of looking straight ahead, Hermione finally tilted her head up enough to look at his face, and she was immediately met with the piercing blue-eyed stare she remembered perfectly. In their last few years of school before they'd finally admitted their feelings toward each other, they'd engaged in this very same stare hundreds of times. A shiver ran up Hermione's back at the memory.
Swallowing, she smiled up at him nervously. "Sorry," she barely whispered.
Her voice brought him out of whatever reverie he was in, and he nodded slightly before moving away. He watched her move to the sink, and she saw him staring at her in the mirror. He caught her glance, smiled nervously, and slipped out of the bathroom
Hermione knew she was in for more than she was willing to deal with.
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"What is so funny?" Hermione was asking a very giggly Ron Weasley after she'd hung up the phone with her daughter.
He was giggling, yes giggling, so hard that he couldn't do anything but shake his head.
"What?" she demanded, her hands finding their ways to her hips.
Ron gasped for breath before finally managing to tell her what was so amusing. "Did you really just tell your daughter that she didn't have to go to school? YOU told someone they didn't have to go to school?!"
Hermione rolled her eyes; she should have figured out what was so damn funny. Twenty-eight years old, and Ron Weasley was still finding ways to tease her. "Oh, shut up," she told him, shaking her head.
Ron found this funny, too, and he just grinned at her. "I never thought I would see that day. Honestly, I can't believe Emileen didn't protest- I'm quite sure she loves school, right?"
"Actually," Hermione said haughtily, "she hates it. She tries to fake sick every single day."
Ron seemed beyond surprised by this. "Wow. Are you sure she's your kid?"
She just rolled her eyes yet again. "You're so hilarious, Ronald," she told him sarcastically.
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Strange stopping point, but the next chapter is going to be emotional, so I didn't want to overlap the humor and the angst. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
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Emileen opened her eyes to be shocked by the sight of a pair of green eyes staring back at her. A little girl with red hair and green eyes, smaller than she, was standing by her bed staring at her curiously. But wait... This wasn't even her bed...
Where was she?
She saw her little brother sleeping peacefully beside her, and she was terrified for a moment that they had both been kidnapped. She looked at the other girl timidly before stuttering a "Who are you?"
The other little girl narrowed her eyes. She looked on silently at Emmy and Kyle before turning to her door and yelling a rather loud, "MUMMY!!!"
Emileen stared at the door for only a second before a pretty woman with long red hair like the little girl's came rushing into the room. She had a bulging belly, and Emileen realized she must be pregnant. She looked panicked for a moment before she saw what had upset her daughter. She laughed lightly before coming over to the bed and sitting down. She pulled the red headed little girl into her lap and turned her attention to Emileen.
"How are you, Emileen?" She had a very friendly sort of voice, and Emmy wasn't exactly afraid anymore. She was more just confused.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
The woman smiled warmly. "Well, my name's Ginny, and this is Crystal," she patted her daughter's head. "And I know your name because your mum told me."
Emmy sat up a bit. "How do you know my mum?"
"Well, we're old friends. She brought you and your brother here last night, but you were asleep."
"Where is she?" Emmy was much more relaxed now than she had been previously. She wasn't scared in the least anymore, and she found that she completely trusted woman.
Ginny prodded Crystal off of her lap and stood up. "Well, she went with my brother for a bit, but you can call her if you like."
Emmy nodded as she climbed out of the bed. "Yes, please."
Ginny grinned at her and took her hand, leading her down some stairs to a kitchen. Emileen marveled at the kitchen when she entered it. The little girl she had been introduced to as Crystal had followed them downstairs and now ran to the table and threw her arms around a dark-haired man who was sitting at the table with two boys, another little girl and a baby. All of the children had the same red hair that their mother did, and Emileen privately found this a bit funny.
All of the people at the table looked up when Ginny and Emileen entered the kitchen, and all of their eyes fell on the strange girl staring at them. Ginny held onto her hand tightly, and Emmy was secretly thankful because she was just a tad nervous. "Emileen," Ginny said sweetly, "These are Crystal's brothers and sister." She pointed at each child as she named them, and Emmy tried to store all of the names into memory for future reference. "And this is my husband, Harry."
The man turned and grinned at her, and almost instantly, Emileen was hit with a realization. "I know you!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"You do?" The man raised his eyebrows at her curiously.
She nodded quickly. "Yeah! My mum's got a picture of you and some other boy, but you're a lot younger there!" She turned suddenly to Ginny. "And the other guy has red hair! Is he one of your sons?"
Ginny laughed and grinned at her husband. "No, he's my brother- my older brother," she added for further emphasis.
Emileen shrugged. "Oh. But still! I know you!"
Harry laughed and nodded. "Well, I guess you do."
"Who is she?" One of the twin boys asked suddenly. Emileen was pretty sure that his name was Elliot.
"This is Emileen," said Ginny to her children. "Her mother is the lady who was here yesterday," she explained. Emileen didn't know her mother had visited the day before, but she assumed it made sense since she'd been left in the care of that crazy old Mrs. Bennett.
"Is she a Muggle?" the other twin asked curiously.
Emileen wrinkled up her nose at the question. She didn't know what a Muggle was, but she was pretty sure that she wasn't one. At least, she didn't want to be one; the word sounded a bit offensive.
Harry shook his head at his son and said, "Hush, Michael."
"Here, let's call your mother," Ginny said, leading her to the phone. She dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Ron? Hi, is Hermione there? Emileen wants to talk to her... Okay... Yes, fine... Alright." She held the phone to Emileen.
Emmy took the phone and held it to her ear. "Mum?"
"Hey, sweetheart," her mother's voice came back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. But what's going on?"
"Honey, I'll explain everything later. I'll come and get you in a little while, but right now just know that you don't have to be scared, okay?"
Emileen rolled her eyes. "Mum, I'm not scared. I'm not a baby."
Her mother laughed. "Okay, well make sure your brother's not scared, okay?"
"He's still asleep, but yeah, alright, I'll take care of him. But hey, mum?"
"Yes?"
Emileen crossed her fingers. "Do I have to go to school today?"
"No, not today. You don't have to go to school. It's okay."
Emmy was more than a bit shocked; her mother had never once given in that easily. "Okay!"
"I'm going to go, okay? Be good for Harry and Ginny, alright?"
"I will."
"Good. I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Bye, Sweetie."
"Bye, Mum." Emileen heard a click and handed the phone back to Ginny who replaced it on the hook.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Ginny pointed her to a chair which Emmy gratefully took.
"Yes, please."
Ginny handed her a plate with scrambled eggs, a bit of bacon, and a slice of toast. She then set a glass of orange juice in front of her. Actually, it was rather good cooking, and Emmy was secretly pleased that she had awaken in this house.
This was turning out to be fun.
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Later that morning, Emmy found herself outside with Crystal, Michael, and Elliot. Kyle had woken up, but was now being fed breakfast inside with the two younger children. He wasn't scared at all, and Emileen was actually quite proud of his bravery.
The three Potter children (as she had learned was their surname) were playing a game of Hide and Seek, and Emmy was watching them quietly from the porch in their backyard.
Suddenly, Crystal ran up to her with her two younger brothers in close tow. "Do you want to play or what?" asked the girl with a loud, bossy voice.
Emileen looked at the younger girl carefully before shrugging. "I guess so."
"Good!" Crystal looked extremely pleased. "You can be on my team- we're going to play Quidditch. Alyssa has a broom you can use, but it might be a little small."
Quidditch? Emileen raised her eyebrows and quietly asked, "What's Quidditch?" in a timid voice so that she wouldn't appear quite so obvious.
"I told you she was a Muggle!" Michael exclaimed once again. "I knew it!"
"I am not!" protested Emileen quickly. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. "I'm not a Muggle!" She still had no clue as to what a Muggle was.
"Oh, no?" challenged Michael's twin, Elliot. "Then why don't you know what Quidditch is?"
Emmy didn't know what to say, so she just said, "Well, I've just never heard of it before. But I am not a Muggle!"
Crystal eyed her carefully, as though she were sizing her up. "How old are you?"
"Ten," answered Emileen, although she wasn't sure what importance her age was.
"Are you going to Hogwarts next year?" Crystal queried.
Hogwarts? Hogs didn't have warts... "Um... Yeah, I am." She figured lying was as good of a tactic as anything. "Are you?"
Crystal rolled her eyes. "I'm only eight. Of course, I'm not."
"She probably doesn't even know what Hogwarts is," said one of the twins haughtily.
Crystal shot her younger brothers a death glare. "Shut up, Elliot," she said warningly.
"Make me, Crystal," the little boy dared.
Crystal shrugged. "Fine, I will!"
And with that, she shoved the younger child to the ground and made a serious move to punch him before he screamed so loudly that Emileen was sure the neighbors would be running over to inspect.
The yell brought a panicked Ginny running from the back door of the house. She rushed to her children where she proceeded to lift her daughter away from her son and jerk her around. "What is going on?" she demanded.
"He was making fun of her!" Crystal exclaimed, pointing at a very shocked Emileen. "He was calling her a Muggle again!"
Ginny gave her son a disappointed look. "Elliot, it is not nice to tease people, and you know that." Then she turned to Crystal, "And you know better than to hit your brother," she added sternly.
"I didn't hit him!" Crystal protested loudly.
"You tried to!" shot back both of the twins at the same time.
Ginny held up her hands to stop the brewing argument. "Everyone back inside right now." Her three children stare at her pleadingly, but when she didn't relent, they all trudged into the house reluctantly.
Once all of the other children were inside, Emmy pulled on Ginny's sleeve. "Can I ask you a question?"
Ginny smiled at her. "Of course."
Very timidly, Emileen asked her question. "What's a Muggle?"
At this Ginny laughed and ran a hand over the blonde's hair affectionately. "That's something you'd better ask your mum."
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Hermione awoke feeling very warm and very content. She was confused to her surroundings for only a moment before all of the memories of the previous day came rushing back to her. She'd actually done it; she'd actually taken her children and went back to the people she'd been missing for an entire decade.
Back to Harry and Ron.
And now she was in Ron's bed awakening from what was definitely the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months. She remembered how kind he had been to her the night before, and she smiled briefly at the memory. And he'd been in the room watching her sleep during the night.
And he'd promised to take care of her.
Hermione sat up reluctantly and stretched her arms out to her sides. Glancing to her right, she glimpsed a reflection of herself in a mirror over his dresser, and saw that her hair was much bushier than normal. Yes, she remembered being out in the rain the night before, and she had opted for bed rather than a shower when she'd arrived at Ron's flat. She was in dire need of shower, so she begrudgingly left the warmness that Ron's bed offered and walked to the bathroom across the room.
As soon as she'd opened the door and entered, though, she gasped. Ron was standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a towel and brushing his teeth. He turned around when she gasped and grinned at her. "'Ornin," he managed through a mouthful of toothpaste.
She felt her cheeks growing hot as she stared at him dressed in nothing but a fluffy piece of white material. She immediately took in his chest which was much more muscular than the last time she had seen it. His arms, too, were rippling with muscles, and he looked as though he'd been working out every day of his life.
Smiling sheepishly, she stuttered. "Uh... I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were in here."
He shrugged before turning to the sink and spitting out the excess toothpaste. "It's no problem. I'll get out of your way."
She shook her head, "Take your time. Please. I mean, I don't want to impose."
To this Ron just shook his own head. "You're not imposing. I need to get dressed anyway."
Hermione couldn't help but realize what a disappointment this statement was. She pushed this thought quickly from her mind, though, and smiled graciously at him. "Thanks," she said quietly.
Ron just grinned. "It's nothing, Hermione."
God, why couldn't she just get her irrational thoughts under control? She was definitely not going to lie to herself and pretend that she didn't have serious lingering feelings for the redhead in front of her. She'd wanted him and only him for ten long years, and now she wasn't sure at all as to how she was supposed to go about battling all of those feelings.
Actually, she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to battle those feelings.
She pushed this thought as far into the back of her mind as she could manage and stepped toward the sink to brush her own teeth. At the exact same moment she had stepped forward, though, Ron stepped away from the sink toward the door. With the sudden movements in each other's respective directions, the two adults were suddenly face to face with each other- or rather face to chest, for Hermione was quite a bit shorter than he was. After a moment of looking straight ahead, Hermione finally tilted her head up enough to look at his face, and she was immediately met with the piercing blue-eyed stare she remembered perfectly. In their last few years of school before they'd finally admitted their feelings toward each other, they'd engaged in this very same stare hundreds of times. A shiver ran up Hermione's back at the memory.
Swallowing, she smiled up at him nervously. "Sorry," she barely whispered.
Her voice brought him out of whatever reverie he was in, and he nodded slightly before moving away. He watched her move to the sink, and she saw him staring at her in the mirror. He caught her glance, smiled nervously, and slipped out of the bathroom
Hermione knew she was in for more than she was willing to deal with.
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"What is so funny?" Hermione was asking a very giggly Ron Weasley after she'd hung up the phone with her daughter.
He was giggling, yes giggling, so hard that he couldn't do anything but shake his head.
"What?" she demanded, her hands finding their ways to her hips.
Ron gasped for breath before finally managing to tell her what was so amusing. "Did you really just tell your daughter that she didn't have to go to school? YOU told someone they didn't have to go to school?!"
Hermione rolled her eyes; she should have figured out what was so damn funny. Twenty-eight years old, and Ron Weasley was still finding ways to tease her. "Oh, shut up," she told him, shaking her head.
Ron found this funny, too, and he just grinned at her. "I never thought I would see that day. Honestly, I can't believe Emileen didn't protest- I'm quite sure she loves school, right?"
"Actually," Hermione said haughtily, "she hates it. She tries to fake sick every single day."
Ron seemed beyond surprised by this. "Wow. Are you sure she's your kid?"
She just rolled her eyes yet again. "You're so hilarious, Ronald," she told him sarcastically.
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Strange stopping point, but the next chapter is going to be emotional, so I didn't want to overlap the humor and the angst. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!