To inandout- Haven's eleven, she just started Hogwarts. Hermione had her when she was 17.
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Hermione was putting the final touches on the decorations for Kylier's bridal shower. It was late April, the wedding was in May, and all the girls were getting together and having a 'girl's day.' Hermione smiled as she hung the last streamer, and wiped her hands on her pink skirt. She was wearing a white halter top and her hair was tied up in a loose bun. She smiled when Ginny apparated inside.

"Hey Mione," she said as she looked around the living room. Her flaming red hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing jeans and a black tank top. Her large brown eyes settled on Hermione, "How'd you get Ron out of here?"

Hermione smiled. "I told him that Kylier would be coming over to help me clean."

Ginny laughed. "I guess you don't need any help setting up."

Hermione nodded, "You can help me carry out the food."

Molly had sent over tons of appetizers, and Ginny helped her carry out all of them when they heard a knock on the door. Hermione opened it to find Kylier standing there. She was wearing a pale blue sun dress that stretched nicely across her stomach (she was almost five months along) and her hair was slightly curled. She smiled as she stepped in.

"You weren't supposed to be here for another half an hour," Hermione told her.

Kylier smiled, "I quit my job, so I came early."

Hermione clapped her hands and let out a squeal. Kylier had been threatening to quit her job because of the strain it put on her, and since she finally did, Hermione knew she'd be a lot happier. She had some difficulty trying to sit down, but with some help from Ginny, she managed to sit. She patted her bulging stomach, and motioned for Ginny to sit next to her. "How did you do it?" she asked.

Ginny gave her a sympathetic smile. "I just reminded myself that in the end, I'd have a little person who would love me unconditionally. It really helped."

Kylier's eyes watered. "When did you get so philosophical?"

"Four times in labor does unbelievable things to you."

They talked for another fifteen minutes, when Angelina and Kaitlyn showed up. Fleur and Bill had gone to France, so she wasn't going to be there, but, despite Kylier's inability to consume alcohol, Hermione knew they were going to have a good time. The food was delicious, and after two helpings, an interesting conversation began.

"So, Kylier, you never told us how you and George met," Ginny said as she leaned forward. She smiled as Kylier scrunched up her nose.

"You don't want to know," she said.

"Oh, but yes, we do, so do tell," Angelina said, "George hasn't even told Fred."

Kylier blushed, "Fred was there." She sighed. "I used to play Quidditch, and we were playing Puddlemere United, you know the team Oliver and Katie Wood play on? Well, I played for New Orleans at the time, we were scrimmaging Puddlemere, and Fred and George were there, and I kinda fell off my broom and onto my ass. I hopped back on and they proceeded to kick the crap out of us, and at the end, we just kinda screwed around, passing and crap. Finally, we stopped playing and on the way to the dressing rooms, George kinda bowled over me. We exchanged words and I left hating him."

Everyone stared at her. "Keep in mind that this was nine years ago, we started going out 4 ½ years ago. I came back to England when I finished Watcher training, and one day, in the Ministry, I got bored, so I slipped off my shoes and slid down one of the hallways that had just been waxed and, curse my awful luck, but I ran straight into George."

She took a deep breath, "We were sprawled out on the floor, and he didn't recognize me, but I recognized him. Fred started laughing, but after a second look, he knew who I was, so he made a quick exit. I stood up and hurried off, but George followed me, and asked me out. I declined at first, but he managed to charm me into it, and we've been going out ever since."

"Did he ever figure out that you were that Quidditch player?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Yep, I told him off one day, and he's been apologizing ever since."

They continued to ask her questions, and she answered all of them. Truthfully or not, they didn't know, but everyone seemed satisfied with her answers.

"So, who on your side is coming to the wedding?" Angelina asked.

Kylier swallowed her pastry puff, "My brothers, their wives and kids, and two of my friends from Weston, Dru and Charlotte."

The rest of the day was spent talking and laughing, the occasional pastry puff being thrown at someone, but it was a success. Everyone left, leaving Hermione to clean up. She set about the task happily, waving her wand at the pile of empty plates and cups. She smiled when she heard the lock on the door click, and saw a redheaded man stick his head through. "Is it safe?"

"Yes, and she quit her job, so she should be less stressed."

Ron let out a whoop as he stepped through the doorway. He quickly crossed the living room, and pulled a bouquet of daisies from behind his back, "To the beautiful lady who made me breakfast this morning," he said with a mock bow.

Hermione gratefully accepted them and conjured a vase of water. She lovingly placed the daisies into the vase, and smelled them, "I think I love you."

Ron's face broke into a frown. "You think?"

"Yes Ron, I am capable of thought. You should try it sometime."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm going to bed, good night."

"Good night!" she sang to his retreating form. He smiled and shook his head as he headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled the black velvet box out of his pocket and placed it in the Band Aid box, and put the Band Aids box back into the medicine cabinet. He brushed his teeth, changed and went to crawl into bed.

Mission one, hide the ring, completed.

Mission two, find the perfect time and place, a lot harder than mission one.

Now, where to start?

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