A/N: I revised and revamped cause I am a perfectionist and never happy with my first try...

Read the entire thing from beginning to end...or else you may miss the surprise ending...

Ron Weasley raced from the Granger Household. She WAS there, but she had left some time ago. Her and Elly came for a quick visit and just left, no explanations, no indications of where they were headed. That was not like Hermione, she tended to have a strict itinerary and stuck to it religiously. Taking impromptu stops and visits was completely out of character, even if she was shopping for his present, she would never steer off her course...unless someone steered it for her.

At least she had gotten there before the attack, but that still did not tell him where they were, if they were safe.

Ron found himself speeding back towards the locomotive platform, to find a hidden platform BACK to the Wizarding world.

He kept hearing her, the singing, the laughing, he kept telling himself he had gone completely bonkers, but his heart kept feeling her, feeling them both.

He stood at Platform 11 ΒΌ, the platform back to the Department of Ministries. He thought about the first time he heard that song...

*****Flashback*****

It was 2 in the morning and Ron Weasley could not believe she was STILL in the library. She has promised them she wouldn't run herself into the ground AGAIN, but she could not help.

As he headed into the library he heard a soft, but sweet, sound coming from around the bookcases.

"Do you want to dance under the moonlight? Baby kiss me, and I'll be all right. Do you want to dance? Oh, do you want to dance."

'Is that 'Mione?' his thought was quickly answered when he found the source of melody.

Past many bookshelves, and even larger mountains of books, stood the most beautiful thing the young Weasley had seen.

Hermione Granger, her head lying in folded arms, large curls covering the many pieces of parchment, eyes closed, singing to her-self, being bath in the moonlight from the grand window.

He had been in love with Hermione Granger for quite some time. Truth, he only admitted that fact mid-sixth year. However, now that he had discovered the fact he knew it would drive him mad if he did not find a way to tell her.

He stepped towards her, so frightened to break her from her trance he stood there and watch for her.

When her singing died down, and he finally realized she had fallen completely to sleep Ron did the only thing he could do.

He placed his arm over her back and pulled her to place her weight against him, and with his swift-Quidditch-reflexes her pulled her up by her knees.

She began to stir in his arms, "Mmm...who..." she let out a long yawn. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he thought he would probably die from the way his heart was racing.

She sniffed his neck and open her lids to small discs, "Ron, what are......you doing?" Her battle

"Just putting you to bed Mione. Sleep, we are almost there."

And it was true; he was near the steps from the girls dormitory. Now that he was Head Boy the spell on the steps did not affect him, but this would still be the first time he would see her room.

He entered her room, and placed her slowly on her bed. Pulling the covers was not an easy task, but the strategist he is, Ron figured it out. Removing her shoes and socks he noticed something, her toe's were painted with a pale blue. He liked the color on her, he thought it was fitting, but the surprise to find on her gave him an uneasy tightness in his lower region. To think that after everything he knew and shared with Hermione Granger she could still surprise him in these ways. It made him love her all the more.

He looked around the room and his eyes centered on a picture. It was the Burrow, with the entire Weasley clan including herself and Harry. He had his arms around her waist and the other over Harry's shoulder. They always felt truly happy there, truly safe; nothing could ever hurt them as long as they were there, as long as they were together.

*****Flashback Ended*****

"The Burrow..." As he entered the train to the Ministry he finally knew where she was.

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He opened the front door and only saw darkness. His mum was in Romania visiting Charlie and his father was due to join her after the evaluations were done.

He started up the stairs, and what he heard halted his movements...

"Do you want to dance under the moonlight, kiss me my baby all through the night, Do you want to dance? Hehe...Do you want to dance my Elly?"

He moved as fast as his feet would take him and ran towards the glimmer of light he found in the black hall. As soon as he reached it he flung the door open...and there they stood.

"Hi Love, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be working all night." she was in her satin dressing gown, her long her had soaked the back of it. In her arms, wrapped in small towel has the littlest redheaded Weasley. "DADA!!!!" She giggled and squirmed when she saw him.

Hermione stood there waiting for an answer, but all he could reply to her was, "No."

She looked at him again, knowing there was something amiss, but she decided against asking him right then. "Well Love, could you change Elly into her bed clothes. I want to finish drying my hair." He snapped out of his stupor when the little girl was placed in his arms.

He did not say anything, so scared that he was dreaming. He had millions of things to ask her, but it didn't matter. His wife was in the loo toweling off her hair, and his little baby girl was in his arms.

*********

After dressing her Ron sat in the old rocking chair, the one he had thought of earlier. He talked to her like he used to when she was still in Hermione's womb. He made the same promise he did before; he would always be there for her, and this time he intended to keep it.

It was not long before the little girl fell straight to sleep on her father's shoulder. However, she always slept best on her mummy and daddy's shoulders.

He thought about everything that happened the day earlier, and about all the things he felt. Just as he was trying to analyze, answer many questions, she walked into the room.

"She is asleep already? No surprise. You should have seen her today Ron. The moment we arrived she went straight for the mud outside. You would think alone she would get into LESS trouble." She continued to speak as she took the girl from his arms and placed her into the makeshift crib Molly had set up for her. "She spent the entire morning with Lily and Artie playing with one of Fred and George's new contraptions. The are a lovely bunch, our little trio." She smiled a knowing, motherly smile as she looked at her sleeping daughter.

"You have been here the last few hours?" She turned at his question and nodded.

He felt anger, fear, anxiety and a restlessness that he had built up through the day. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room to his old room.

"WHAT IS BLOODY WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!???" he hauled her to the middle of the room.

"Wha-I" she was perplexed beyond belief and taken by true surprise.

"I had sent you so many bloody owls, I have looked everywhere for you! EVERYWHERE! You didn't even tell me you were going with Harry. DO you know what happened today?! DO YOU???!!!!"

"Yes!!! But after I heard about the attack I put up wards around the Burrow, like I'm suppose to...like we agreed to... I spoke with Harry over the telephone a while ago. He filled me in. I thought you'd be helping at Hogsmeade."

"Well I DIDN'T because my wife decided she would take holiday and drive her husband BLOODY MAD!!!! Do you know what you did to me, you could have left a note, told someone, ANYONE where you were going. What is wrong with you? For the most clever witch you are acting quite dumb." His anger shielded his view with tears, those tears making it hard to see hers.

"I came here didn't I? This is where we are suppose to meet remember? This was your idea....if anything happened we meet here."

"Yes. But that was so bloody long ago...and...and...STOP MAKING ME FEEL DAFT...this is your FAULT!!! I quit my job today so I could find you, and you couldn't leave me a parchment...ONE BLOODY NOTE!!! If I hadn't remembered...I...well, that's how I found you, because I remembered without your help!"

"Then you are the bleeding idiot who forgot. You would have........" she was cut off mid-sentence as she became dizzy.

"Hermione" he ran to his wife's side in an instant and placed her on the bed. "What's wrong? I'm sorry love." He pulled her into his embrace as he scooted her over on the bed. "I shouldn't have yelled. I have just been so terrified. It was my fault, I should have stayed with you. I should have been with you today it's my fault, all my fault. I'm sorry....I'm so so sorry."

While Hermione recovered from her light-headedness she listened to her husband's lament and decided it was time to tell him the truth.

"Ron...I..." Ron looked at her, and thought he saw an angel. Something so beautiful, so pure...and she was his...and he would never take it for granted. .

"Hermione, I love you so much." The admission paralleling to the first time he told her in the dungeon at Hogwarts.

"Ron....there is something I have to tell you. Harry and I weren't shopping today... we weren't even at Hogsmeade."

"What?"

"This wasn't the first time that I had a spell. Harry was there for the last one, and he forced me to go with him to a doctor. But I did not want to go to St. Mungo's because of Ginny, I didn't want to scare you all. So he took me to a Muggle doctor in London."

Ron stopped breathing. His fears of earlier resurfacing. What if she...

"Ron, I'm..." she looked at him again, her face so expressionless that Ron was going to stop breathing completely.

"Ron I'm pregnant."

Ron's ear had become clogged with his inner fear that he didn't hear her. "It's okay Hermione. We shall get you the best doctors and wizards. Those Muggle doctors don't know what they are doing anyway, you've heard Madam Pince. Dad must have good connections. Don't worry love I'll take care of you." He grabbed her head and pulled it onto his chest.

"What?! What are going on about? Ron I'm PREGNANT." She grabbed both sides of his face. "PREGNANT!!! You know that thing that brings babies into the world...you have gone out of your bloody mind I swear..." He cut her off with a smothering snog...

"Did you just curse?" He said as he pulled from her.

"Well...you see I have this incredible lecher for a husband. And I think I have picked up some of his naughty language. To say the least." She bit her lip as she recognized that look on his face. The mischievous one that confirms she is about to be rendered a very SATISFIED woman.

He pulled her into his arms again and positioned her under him.

"I love you so much Hermione." He kissed her lips.

"You are my heart." Another kiss.

"My soul." A kiss on both cheeks.

"My air." A kiss on her eyelids.

"My life." He ended both for a smoldering kiss, one to prove all of his words.

He opened her dressing robe to find...nothing. "Oh, you scarlet woman. You want to see a lecher of a husband. You're going to get it." She squeaked at the rapidness her husband removed his clothing

They spent the night making love, the way they usually did. However, this night was filled with just love and passion, but with appreciation that they had each other.

He fell asleep talking to the newest member of their clan. First asking for the little one to be a boy cause he was "outnumbered as it is."

He promised Christmases, and great family members, and laughter, a sister, cousins who will be more like siblings, and a wonderful mummy that he will love even when she drives them all completely mad. He told of each person and thing he had to look forward to meeting and seeing.

But above all he promised he would never let anything happen like this again. That he would make sure, if he had to move Heaven and Earth, they would be completely protected, and he would remember his responsibility to them....first and foremost.

They were his life, and without them, he had nothing.

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