Home Again

Summary: Someone from Hermione's past returns. R/Hr.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, fun right?

A/N: I'm glad everyone is liking this. I plan to update this as much as I can. School isn't going well for me this year, so I might have to cut back on my computer time. But I'm trying!

Chapter 3: Together Again

"Harry!!" Ginny exclaimed, running over to the wizard with open arms. She hugged him tightly.

"Hey Gin." He held onto Ginny tight as he spun her around, lifting her off her feet.

She squealed and smacked him lightly. "Harry! Put me down!"

Harry set Ginny down back onto her feet. Hermione got up and walked over to her friend.

"Harry. You look good." She said, shoving her hands into her jean pockets.

"So do you." He replied.

Harry and Hermione had gotten into an argument before Harry and Ron left to fight. No one liked to talk about it, since tension was on high with the war going on.

"Harry, please be careful." Hermione said, looking up at her best friend with sadness in her eyes.

"Course I will Mione. I'm Harry Potter."

"You're not invincible Harry." Hermione reminded.

"Awe, come on Hermione. Voldemort couldn't even kill me when I was a baby."

Hermione's cheeks flushed with anger and annoyance. "But he killed your parents and countless others!! That attitude of yours is going to get you and everyone else around you killed Harry!"

Harry's usual bright green eyes darkened. "I am going to be careful Hermione. You should know that."

"And you should know that if anything happened to you, a bunch of people would be devastated. Think of someone other than yourself Potter." Hermione replied quietly.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to have you back, Harry." She whispered.

"You were right Mione." He whispered back. "You were right."

Ron knocked on the door to Hermione's bedroom. "Come in." He heard a voice inside say. He opened the door a crack and peeked in. Hermione was walking around her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body and her hair tied up.

Hermione looked over at her door. "Ron." She looked down at her apparel and blushed. "Caught me at my worst."

"If that's your worst Hermione, I'd love to see you at your best." Ron replied, stepping into the room and shutting the door.

Hermione laughed and sat down on the bed. "Everything okay?"

Ron gave her a weird look. "Are you kidding? Everything's great." He sat down beside her. "Hermione...there's something I should tell you."

Hermione looked up at Ron. "What?"

"Knock, knock love birds." A voice said from the doorway.

"Fred!" Hermione exclaimed, giggling.

Fred walked inside and shut the door. "What? You guys are in love and you know it."

Hermione, clutching her towel, stood up. "Is the baby here?" She asked.

"Mum is smothering her with kisses." Fred replied, rolling his eyes.

Hermione giggled. "Okay. I'll go save her after I get dressed." She slipped behind a screen in the room.

"So, little brother, how's it going?" Fred asked, giving Ron a brotherly hug.

Ron returned the hug and shrugged. "I was going to tell Mione I loved her but then someone interrupted us." Ron whispered.

"Sorry little bro, you should have done it sooner." Fred replied, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Hermione appeared from behind the screen, dressed in sweat pants and a white, long sleeved shirt. "Okay, Auntie Hermione is done."

Fred whistled. "I'm lucky you're not my Auntie."

Hermione playfully smacked him. "Fred! You should be saying things like that to Angelina."

"Pfft, everything I say is wrong with that woman." The trio laughed as they headed to the living room.

Mrs. Weasley was saying something in baby talk that made Hermione laugh even harder.

"Mind if I steal her away for a bit?" Hermione asked, holding her hands out to 1-year-old Molly.

Molly reached out for Hermione and giggled. Mrs. Weasley sighed and let her go. "Sure. At least for now."

Hermione lifted Molly into her arms and smiled. "Hey Molly." She said sweetly.

Molly gurgled, "Mione!" She clapped her hands together, giggling.

Ron watched a few feet away. Hermione would make a great mother, he thought. He smiled, thinking about what it would be like married to her.

"Ron! Ron, wake up." Ginny said, poking her brother.

Ron looked over at her. "What Ginny?"

"Someone's here to see you. They say it's urgent."

A/N: evil laughter