Ok I edited this a little. Hope you like it and thanks to the person who corrected me on Tim's age!!
Chapter 3
Hermione snuggled closer to the man she nested among her arms. Smiling up at him, she felt love swirl throughout her heart as the red-head smiled back.
"I love you Ron." Hermione whispered, her weary eyelids finally relaxing after a long day's work.
"Hee hee hee!" Ron giggled.
Hermione's head shot up into the air when she realized it hadn't been Ron she was talking to, but Joey.
"Meme, meme!!" Joey laughed with delight at his mother's crazy appearance.
Hermione beamed at him.
"So you want to laugh at me huh?" she asked teasingly.
Joey immediately predicted what was going to happen next, as he said "Ne wiking, ne wiking!" before dashing of the tangled bedspread and into the hallway.
"Here I come, ready or not!" Hermione playfully growled as she ran after the little boy. It wasn't hard to find the boy trying to hide behind a plant.
"Are you ready to surrender little one?" Hermione asked between tickles and Joey's squeals.
Joey nodded gleefully and Hermione stopped to open the shades.
"What a lovely day to visit Diagon Alley." Hermione thought. Her eyes searching for a
speck of clouds.
"Hey Joey," Hermione crouched and grasped her son's hand. "Do you want to go someplace special?"
Joey giggled once more and Hermione took that as a yes.
Hermione and Joey went upstairs to get dressed. Hermione had to help Joey put his sock on his foot instead of his hand, while she clothed herself in jeans and a white blouse.
An hour and fourteen minutes later, Hermione and Joey left, hands bonded together as they crossed the street and hailed a taxi.
"Now Joey," Hermione told her son as they entered a little pub called The Leaky Cauldron. "You need to be careful in here. There are a lot of strange wizards and witches in here."
Hermione and Joey split the crowd as they tried to get to the door on the far end.
"No thanks, no thank you." Hermione thanked the keeper, who clearly didn't get it through his brain that Hermione did not want a Firewhiskey.
Hermione gave a mighty "humph" as she and Joey reached a brick wall.
"Stupid people." Hermione thought madly as she tapped the wall with her wand.
Joey gasped as they entered the hidden alley. Clasping his hand tightly, Hermione lead
Joey through the crowd.
Hermione had expected the day to be quite busy and loud, but her expectations were
wrong. Yes there was a crowd, but it only contained about fifty witches and wizards who
were hoping to get their daily runs to Diagon Alley finished. Hermione had thought that Joey would had been eager to see the sights, and therefore prepared herself to hang onto him tightly, but he seemed instantly shy, hiding behind his mothers legs as he stared at incomers pass.
To Hermione's amazement, she had an enjoyable time in Diagon Alley. They had stopped at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, where Hermione had ordered two, immense banana splits. They had visited Flourish and Blotts. Once there, Hermione bought Joey a children's book where the characters climbed out of the pictures and preformed for him. Each place they dropped in was as exciting and fun as the one before. But none of them were as thrilling to Joey as –
"Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes." Hermione frowned. Ron's older brothers, Fred and George Weasley owned this shop. If they went in here, then –
"Joey wait!" Hermione. Joey didn't seem to hear her, as he continued running in the joke shop's direction.
Hermione produced a disgruntled sigh as she followed in Joey's footsteps.
Pulling his wand out his pocket, the man looked around, glowing at everything in sight. It was good to be home!
"What would ya like t'day?" the bartender asked, slamming a mug down right in his face.
"Um........well let's see here." The man, startled by the bartender's quick actions, read
the peeling menu.
"Yes," he decided after skimming through the few choices the Leaky Cauldron had to offer, "I think I will just have a Butterbeer please."
The bartender looked furious at such a decision after waiting for so long, but he disappeared into the backroom, reappearing with a bottle of golden liquid grasped in his hand.
"Two Sickles." the elderly man snapped, his hand still wrapped securely around the container.
The man sighed as his pulled two coins out of his pocket, exchanging them for the bottle.
"Have a good day." The man watched as the bartender continued to grumble before leaving the pub.
The man watched the world around him through squinted eyes, as the Leaky Cauldron barely contained any light.
"Still as nice as it was before." The man thought cheerfully. Taking a swig of butterbeer, he started on his way.
"Joey?" Hermione glanced through the busy shop, seeking desperately for a sight of red hair.
"Meme!" Hermione raced towards the owner of the voice and found Joey huddled happily between two barrels that held "Sleepatime Mints" and "Dinners in Bottles"
"Don't ever run away from me like that again!" Hermione scolded. Joey's smile dropped into a frown, and tears sprung from behind his blue eyes.
Hermione regretted the harsh tone in her voice immediately.
"Look at these Silly Face." Hermione grabbed a strange object that oddly reminded her of two, long quills on scissors.
Joey played with the thing as Hermione looked around the shop. It was a decent size, carrying five bookshelves that carried bizarre and unusual things.
Hermione explored, picking up bits and pieces to carefully study them before putting them back.
Hermione had been scared out of her wits when a voice behind her spoke, "That is a Jinxed Fortune Cookie. Each cookie carries a different jinx, so you never know what you are going to get."
"I-I-I," Hermione stammered, deeply embarrassed at being caught. "I was....well you see........Oh, hello Fred!"
The red haired man laughed heartily before speaking.
"I'm not Fred, I am George." He roared. "And you are?"
Hermione gulped. For three years, she had hidden from other wizards and witches, besides Joey. Now the truth had to come out.
"Hermione." She squeaked, "Hermione Granger."
George stared at her in amazement.
"Hermione, the one prefect girl that tried to demolish our business in our seventh year?"
Hermione blushed.
"The one and only. And I wasn't trying to demolish your business George, I –"
"Fred!" George hollered, "Get your rear end over here"
Hermione watched as a man, almost identical to George (if it hadn't been for his red goatee), make his way towards them.
"Fred, do you know who this is?"
George gestured at Hermione. Fred frowned.
"No," he said hesitantly, "But I remember that bushy hair from somewhere."
George hit his twin's head.
"Duh! It's Hermione! You know, Ron's friend!"
Hermione paled at the mention of Ron's name, but neither guy noticed.
"Hermione! How ya doin'?" Fred beamed at her as they roughly shook hands.
"Oh ok, I guess."
"Meme!"
Hermione gasped as Fred and George turned to face their nephew.
"Meme" With arms outstretched, Joey raced towards his mother, who gingerly picked him up.
"Who the hell is that!?" George asked.
"He looks familiar." Fred concluded.
"Don't curse in front of my son," Hermione glared at George.
A pair of identical mouths fell open.
"Your son?"
"How old is he?"Where did he get his red hair?"
"How come he looks so familiar?"
"Who's the daddy-o?"
Hermione didn't answer; her face heavily matching Joey's hair. Fred and George got the clue as they stood back, astounded, surprised, and shocked all at once.
"It isn't"
"It can't be."
"Is it?"
Hermione knew of whom they were talking about. Swallowing the heavy lump in her throat, Hermione nodded.
Fred and George fell silent, staring at the child Hermione held.
"Does, does Ron know?" Fred croaked.
"No." Hermione said so quietly that it could barely count as a whisper.
Fred and George glanced at each other.
They asked more questions, and Hermione answered, not realizing that time was drifting. It wasn't until Joey was asleep that Hermione decided to go home.
"Come back tomorrow," Fred said as he hung "We're Closed" on the window, "Ginny and Dean will be arriving back from their vacation tomorrow, if you want to see them. It might be good for Joey you know. They have a one-year-old boy named Timothy. Just a suggestion, you know?"
Hermione couldn't help but realize that Fred was right. It would be good for Joey to have a playmate. But –
"What about Ron?" Hermione asked.
George appeared from the basement.
"He is in Mongolia," George answered, putting a box of Skiving Snackboxes on a shelf. "He won't be back till sometime next week."
Hermione sighed in relief. She could come tomorrow and Ron still wouldn't know that he had a son.
"Alright, it's a deal." Hermione agreed.
"What's a deal?" Fred asked curiously.
"I will swing by tomorrow if you let me buy some Sleepaway Mints."
Fred and George grinned.
"It's a deal." They spoke together
Whoa!!!! That was LONG!!!! I hope it is as good as the other two chapters, if it isn't just tell me. Hope you enjoyed it!!!!