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Author's Note: I hope that you liked Chappie Uno. This Chapter will be better.

"Sorry it took me so long to find her. She was in the library. Lauren is never in the library," Alma laughed, her face was red from running up the four flights to where they now stood just down the stairs of the Fat Lady.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm really sorry that I didn't leave it out," Lauren breathed as she finally made it up to them on the stairs. She was gorgeous yes, but definitely not the running type.

"Its okay, but will you run up and get it. I have to talk to Alma and she can't come in," Hermione said half pleading. Her hair was half up with rolls clipped back to a cute little pink/white-checkered barrette. Her slim, but rather shapeless figure was draped in a thigh length white dress with small eyelets along the top. Her low healed strapped sandals matched the pink thread in the dress perfectly.

"I love Lauren but lately she's just been so scatter-brained. She is normally pretty collected. Do you know why?"

"Yeah. It's Justin. She's so into him. When he finally asked her to the Halloween Ball I thought that she was going to pass out. They had been circling each other for so long. It was annoying. You have to thank Ron again for helping him do it," Alma said absentmindedly. She was happy for both her friends. But, she really wanted to be happy for herself.

"Yeah. That's our Lauren," She said. Her voice had that I-need-to-say-something-but-I-need-you-to-drag-it-out-of-me quality.

"Lauren's not why you wanted to talk to me is it?"

"Oh crap. She's on to me. Okay, Herms you can do it. Just tell her that you had sex with Ron. And it was so good. He was so... No. Stay focused. Tell her that you didn't get your period. Just ask her to get you a test. She'll do it. She knows what they are. Her mom is a Squibb they raised her in the Muggle United States. She can help you. If you don't tell her she can't do anything. Just do it, Hermione. Now," She thought.

"Ummm...ronandididitandididnthavemyperiodineedatestwillyougetmeone?" Hermione whispered into her friend's ear.

"What? I couldn't under-oh my gosh," the blonde breathed as what she was told clicked into place. "Okay. Yeah. I'll get you one. It may take a day or two, though. You are so lucky that I speak Hermione fluently."

"Lauren can't know. It will ruin her image of me. Ron can't know until we know for sure. No one can know," She instructed. Her eyes were thankful but stern. "No One at All!" She added through gritted teeth.

"I get it. No one. There's no reason to be mean about it. I've never told anyone anything. And you know it," Alma replied slightly hurt that her friend might not trust her.

"I know you haven't and that you wouldn't. I just needed to add that. I'm sorry. Thank you so much. You have no idea how hard this was for me just to ask you this."

"I know," She said comfortingly, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder.

The portrait hole opened and out stepped Lauren.

"Know what?" Lauren asked, jacket in hand.

"That it took you long enough to get out here," Hermione joked.

"Well Ron stopped me. He was all worried that you would leave without him. I guess he had just gotten back before us. He said something about stopping to talk to Malfoy,"

Lauren said not even noticing the little whimper that escaped her best friend at the mention of Draco Malfoy.

"I swear ever since the whole IHOP thing they've been like attached at the hip. Should I feel threatened by that?"

"No. I don't think that Draco is quite Ron's type. He really has a thing against blondes. Well, except for me when we were six," Alma laughed.

"Ha. Well he's mine now. You can't have him back."

"I don't know, Herms. They were pretty hot and heavy. Once, he even gave her a dead frog. And don't forget they were married that one time."

"Okay. I don't really count any ceremony where George is the minister, Fred is the best man, Ginny is the flower girl and Errol is the ring bearer to rings made of tin foil."

"Yeah. Ron and I went way back until I moved to the United States when I was Seven. I loved it there but I never really fit in with the kids there. I was so excited when I moved back to the UK and even more so when Dumbledore accepted me into Hogwarts. I couldn't be happier (Yeah I could but what could he see in me). I love you guys."

"Group hug."

"What's going on?"

All three girls turned to the voice. "Oh, hi, Ron."

"Hi Herms. Now that we've reviewed names would you care to accompany me on our date?" He asked extending his elbow.

Hermione slipped her arm in through the hole his had formed. "Of course I would."

"Excuse me ladies but there just isn't enough of me to go around. Plus if I did she might hex me into oblivion."

"But Ronald I want you and I need you, oh, baby," Alma said in monotone. Ron laughed and his ears began to redden.

"Well, honey, you are just going to have to get in line," Hermione quipped. "This one is all mine."

"Okay," Alma sighed with fake-depression. "You guys have fun tonight," she added earnestly.

With matching waves the couple departed.

Author's Note: Okay, it's not all that interesting yet. But it is picking up. Next update coming soon. L. Review. I'd love to know what you think. Even though these chappies have been pretty short they are still a lot of work.

Love you all forever and today,

Cydni