Hermione walked out of her bathroom into the master bedroom of the house. Bill was already in bed, reading the rest of his newspaper.

"Finally going to finish that?" Hermione asked as she got into bed and kissed his cheek.

"Going to try." Bill returned her kiss and settled back to read. Hermione settled herself and reached to turn out her light.

"I'm going to go to sleep. Wake me when you go to work? I want to get an early start, helping Molly prepare for that family get together. G'night, Bill."

"I'll get you up. Good-night 'Mione."

Bill returned to his paper and Hermione rolled to her side, but she couldn't get to sleep right away. Thoughts filled her head of the time she and Bill took an interest in each other. Soon her thoughts were completely tuned to that time.

Hermione's Memory

"One of my brothers likes you." Ginny wandered into her bedroom, which was currently being shared with Hermione.

"Give it up, Gin. I know Ron likes me, but it's not going to happen." Hermione said it with a smile, knowing Ginny liked to tease her about Ron's crush.

"No, no, no. Not Ron, another one." Ginny sighed in disbelief. It was painfully obvious which brother really liked Hermione.

"Who then, Ginny? I know you'll tell me eventually. And you know it too. So get it over with. I mean, not that any of them really like me. Bill's got his curses. Charlie and Percy are married with kids. Fred and George have pranking. And we all know Ron likes me, but he'll get over it. That leaves three candidates: Bill, Fred, and George. Now which one supposedly likes me?"

"Guess." Ginny said simply.

"Ginnnnnny! Don't make me do this. You know I want to know, even though I believe you're lieing to me. I refuse to guess." Hermione flopped back on the bed and held up her book to make it look like she was reading.

"Fine then, I'll just go tell Bill you're not interested. Then he can go find Fluer and cry on her shoulder." Ginny faked heading into the hall.

"Ginny! Cone back here!" Hermione sighed in frustration. If any of this was true, Hermione didn't want anyone to go crawling back to that vela.

"Yes, 'Mione?" Ginny peeked into the room and smiled sweetly.

"Does he really?" Hermione asked with a blank face.

"God, yes Hermione. I wouldn't torture you like that if it weren't." Ginny knew all too well of Hermione's dislike for the vela who took Ron's interest away the one year she liked him as more that a friend.

Hermione laughed at her friend, "See I told you you'd tell me sooner or later. But, why would he like me? I mean he's what, ten years older than me?"

"Yeah, but what does it matter? If he likes you and you like him."

"How do you know I like him? What if I like someone else?"

"You like him. If you didn't we wouldn't be discussing the age difference. But now how do we tell hem you like him too?" Ginny sat thinking for a second, "Wait, I know," she looked to Hermione who was staring in disbelief as Ginny tried to arrange her future, "I'll be right back. Gotta find Charlie." Ginny jumped off the bed and hurried to the door, as Hermione muttered, "Great! Why don't you just tell Bill straight out? Charlie will tell him as soon as possible."

Ginny smiled mischeviously, "Exactly why I've got to find Charlie." She then left the room and an exasperated Hermmione.

Hermione's Present

Sometime after Hermione thought of Ginny's mischevious smile and heard, in her mind, Ginny say Charlie's name, Hermione fell into a deep sleep. Now her peace was being interrupted by a quiet voice.

"'Mione? 'Mione? Come on 'Mione, wake up." Bill was gently shaking Hermione.

"Wha? . . . Oh, Mornin' Bill. What time is it?"

Bill smiled at his sleepy wife, "Eight. Simone is eating and I'm about to leave for work and you've got to get up to go help mum, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. What time are you getting to the Burrow?"

"Um, about two. I'm getting off early," he looked at the clock, "Gotta go. I'll see you there." He bent down and gave Hermione a kiss then stepped back and disapperated.

Hermione sighed and flopped back in bed, dreading the moment she had to get up. Unfortunetly that moment came too soon.

"Mommy? You wake?"

"Yes, honey."

"Ok, can we go to Gran's house now? I'm ready."

"Are you dressed?"

"Yes, see?"

Hermione sat up in bed and looked at Simone, who stood in the door with a huge grin on her face. She had obviously dressed herself and wore pink and white polka-dotted stockings under a green and blue striped skirt. And to top thinks off she had on an orange and yellow plaid shirt. Her long red hair hadn't been brushed and her shoes were mismatched.

"You look very nice today, but let me get dressed and then I'll fix your hair," Hermione paused a moment to think of a way to get Simone to at least take off the stockings without making a fuss, "And, Honey, it's supposed to be hot today so maybe you should take off those stockings. You'll be playing with your cousins so you might want to put of some shorts."

"Ok, Mommy. I'll go change, then I'll read until you get ready to fix my hair."

Hermione smiled as she watched her daughter skip out of the room. She had no doubt when Simone turned eleven and went to Hogwarts, she'd be in Gryffindor. Simone was very intelligent for her age and had all the bravery and independence of the Weasley's. However reluctant she had been to admit she liked Bill and he liked her, three wonderful things came when she opened her eyes: her marriage, her daughter, and the little secret she was keeping, her son or daughter due in six months.

A/n: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I hope this is long enough. I'll post as soon as possible (it seems to be mainly on Fridays). Review as always, please. And if you want I can post the "present" Weasley family list.

Liv