Sorry about that last chapter guys, I have no idea what happened in the formatting…. Hopefully it doesn't happen this time. Anyways, if you have any ideas of what should happen next, tell me cause I'm running out of ideas. Don't worry, Ron will still propose lol. Keep reviewing everybody, we're not even halfway to 100 yet! *tear*

This chapter is dedicated to all the astronauts who died in the exploding of the Columbia. Also to all their families, friends, spouses, etc, etc. I feel so sorry for you. Even though people probably say I'm sorry a lot… I hope this is different. This is dedicated to you guys!

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Those next few weeks that Hermione and Ron spent living together were the happiest times Hermione had had in her life. Of course, they still argued, but never with such anger as they had before ( I'm a writer, sorry, not a miracle worker). Now they did it mostly for fun. Of course, they did other things for fun, but… well, I'll let you imagine it.

Ron had been busy at the Ministry and soon life was back to normal. Ron went to the Ministry everyday and Hermione went off to the hospital. On weekends, they would go to Diagon Alley, play chess (although Ron always won) and once, but only once, Ron had taken Hermione flying.

This weekend came however and they had nothing planned. Hermione thought they could just stay at home and find something to do from there. The apartment did need cleaning after all… But Ron didn't take the idea too well.

" Cleaning!? Hermione! Come on, it's the weekend! We should do fun stuff on weekends! Besides, your apartment barely has one speck of dust in it! It is the cleanest place in all of London! You will not EVER find another apartment with so little need of a clean!"

" Honestly, Ron! Don't exaggerate so much! The hospital is MUCH cleaner than this," Hermione replied.

" You know what I meant," he grumbled. His voice softened and he said, hopefully, "Besides, I was kind of thinking of going to the Chudley Cannons' game."

" I think that's a great idea!" said Hermione, much to Ron's shock. " I haven't seen Ginny in AGES. You and Harry can go, and Ginny and I will go shopping or something."

"Ginny?" Ron said stupidly.

"Well, yes! I'm not just going to stay here while you're out having fun! Of course not! I'm going to have fun as well."

" Oh. Yeah. Right. But, 'Mione, the point was for US to go TOGETHER. I wasn't thinking of going with Harry, I just saw him last night." Hermione laughed.

" You wanted me to go to a Quidditch game? No. Uh-huh. No way. Absolutely not."

" But-" Ron said looking at her in a sad puppy dog type of way. Hermione took one look at him and her face softened.

"Alright, I'll go. But only if you admit that secretly, you've always liked Hogwarts, A History…. In writing, of course..." Ron gaped at her stupidly. Then, he closed his mouth angrily and opened it again.

"Fiiiiiiiiine. I'll do it," he said, defeated. Grabbing a piece of paper and a quill lying nearby, Ron wrote:

I, Ronald Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, brother to Virginia Weasley, Frederick Weasley, George Weasley, Percival Weasley, Charles Weasley, and William Weasley, best friend to Harry Potter, The Boy who Lived, and dashingly handsome knight in armour to Hermione Granger, smartes witch in Britain, and soon to be godfather of Harry Potter and Virginia Weasley's second-born, admit that I have secretly always loved Hogwarts, A History. I sign, this 5th day of March in my and Hermione's apartment.

Ronald Weasley

Hermione picked up the parchment, read it over and sighed, although she had a hard time not laughing at Ron's sense of humour. She smiled at him and proceeded to walk over to her bookshelf and take down the book. There, she glued the parchment in and put it back on the shelf. She turned to him, knowing what was coming next, and grinned.

"Alright, Ron. When is this Quidditch game going to start?"

" One hour. I think we should leave now, they have some GREAT pre-game stuff!" he said, almost out the door already. Hermione rolled her eyes behind his back and followed him out the door.

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Five hours later.

" Hermione! Wasn't that game excellent! Did you see the time where the Seeker did the Wronksi Feint, and then the other team's Chaser flew over and then the..."

Hermione tuned out and unlocked the door. It was true, it had been a good game, but she had frozen to death and Ron kept on going over the play.
"…and the Keeper flew out and then the Beater's bat…" Hermione smiled to herself and went to make mugs of hot chocolate. Ron meanwhile, headed into the living room and jumped onto the couch.

" Oy! Hermione! Do you want to watch a moving picture on the tevelishon with me?"

" You mean a movie and the television," she replied, appearing with two mugs of hot chocolate.

" Yeah, sure. That," Ron said, smiling at her. She handed him the mug of hot chocolate and sat down beside him.

" What would you like to watch?" she asked him, sort of dreading the type of choices he might make.

" Uhhh, what was the one about the airplane and the duck?" he asked.

" Top Gun?" Hermione guessed.

" Yeah, that one." Hermione smiled again at Ron's stupidity concerning Muggle things… he was too much like his dad. Hermione pulled out her wand and made the movie begin, taking a sip of hot chocolate.

" Hey 'Mione, I was just thinking. Someday, we can have our own Quidditch team," Ron said out of nowhere. Down went the hot chocolate a little too fast and Hermione choked. Ron and her had never really discussed marriage, even though they both knew that they both wanted to marry the other, and they had certainly NEVER talked about kids. Now, here was Ron, saying Hermione's exact thoughts out loud, and looking at her as if she was the prettiest person in the world.

"Uh… What do you mean?" Hermione said meekly.

" Well, you know. The Weasley curse and everything… I want a lot of kids, don't you?" he asked her, now embarassed as well. Hermione looked at him. Yes, yes she did. She wanted TONS. Especially if they were her and Ron's. But she couldn't say that.

"You're cute," she said instead, reaching up and touching his cheek. He took the hint and bent down to kiss her, but he ended it much too soon.

"I hate the word cute," he said, looking at her. Hermione snorted with laughter.

" Sorry. What would you prefer?"

"Dashingly handsome?" Ron said hopefully. Hermione leant in and whispered, " Yes, you're that too." Then he kissed her again, and they completely forgot about the movie and the outside world. That is, until an owl hit the window and angrily hit it with his beak. Hermione glanced at Ron and he wore the same confused look as her. Who would send an owl at this time?

Hermione opened the window and pulled the owl in. She recognised Harry's writing.

Hermione and Ron. You're godchild is about to be born so would you please hurry up and get your ASSES OVER HERE!?

Harry

Harry? Swearing? thought Hermione. But it looked that way, and she assumed he was just a little nervous. After all, he hadn't been there before. Harry had taken a little too much Sleeping Draught and nobody could wake him up until after the baby was born. Hermione realised that Ginny was having her baby, however and that they needed to go quickly for her to be with Ginny and for Ron to catch Harry when he fainted. That is, of course, assuming that Ron didn't faint first. Quickly,she turned to him with a big grin and said, " The baby's coming"