Ron struggled to look as though what Aracnia had said didn't matter, however the look on her face said that he had not succeded.

"You men to tell me you didn't know?" She looked incredulous, "Dear Merlin, its been all over the ruddy papers, the girl has run back to mer muggle parnts, some thought she'd come back to you, well obviuously not.Well here, "She tossed him a paper,"Its in bulgarian, but I trust you can desifer it." and with that she hoped off her perch on the cornerof his desk and strode to the door, "Just, when you feel like talking, let me know and I'll be here quill in hand.

"Why don't you go do a peice on Harry," Ron said snidley to her back.

"Oh yeah, well wouldn't want to be a copy cat you know, Rita beat that one into the ground."

Ron stared at the paper willing himself to not be concerned. She had married that prat for his money and it had bitten her in the ass, and she deserved it. He tossed the paber in tho the rubbish bin and began to put his things in hi breef case when a knock at the door pushed it open a bit. Ron looked up, "Oi Harry, when did you slip out?" he haddn't even noticed h is friend was gone.

"Just about the time Miss Digger started her show."

"So did you know?"

Harry looked as thogh it was just coming to him how much bigger than he ron actually was,"Know what?"

"About Hermione's divorce."

"Uh..."Harry stammered.

"Why the bloody hell couldn't you tell me!" Ron roared.

"For that right there mate, we knew you'd get upset and thats the last thing Mione needs right now. She's got two little ones to take care of and she doesn't need you to be hanging around stirring up trouble."

"For Merlin's sake Harry, we were best friends in school, why would i want to make this harder for her. I'm not eighteen any more. I could have handeled it. Geeze it was her chioce to be with him, not mine."

"Look, " Harry said calmliy, "Just be carful mate, she is a bit emotional about this.

"You think I want to see her, That is the last damn thing I want right now. It has been six fucking years since she has even said a damn word to me. She didn't even invite me to the wedding when she did marry that git. I'll be damned if I go to support her now.

Three hours later Ron paced silently in front of the muggle house that belonged to Hermione's parents. He was still argunig wiht himself about weather or not to ring the doorbell when he heard someone call his name.

"Ron?" a shocked voice questioned and he looked up. His eyes met the deep chocolate of a young woman holding a black haired little girl. Her wild curly hair was pulled up in a loose bun an a few curls fell out here and there. She wore a white t-shirt and a pair of well worn overals and sneekers. Attatched to her other hand was a small boy of about six with moucy brown curls and a spray of frecles across the bridge of his nose.

"Uh, hey Mione."