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Chapter 8

Hermione's eyes blinked open. She sat up and looked around, and took a minute to realize where she was. She had fallen asleep in Ron's armchair in the front room. She gently stood up, and went to put the book back on the shelf when she noticed a piece of paper taped to the cover.

'Had to head out to quidditch practice. Didn't want to wake you. You have the free range of the house to yourself, but please don't leave without someone with you. The last thing we need is you being attacked by Media and Fans. I'll see you when I get off about noon. I have a plan for us in the Afternoon.
-Ron'

Hermione sighed, pulling the paper off the book. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock '10:00 am,' She thought. 'Might as well get some breakfast' Sighing, she placed the book back on one the shelf, and walked to the wall. "Kitchen" she said clearly to the wall, and stepped through to a rather large kitchen. She saw three refrigerators in front of her, each labeled Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. 'Leave to Ron to have the most food for one person in the world.' She smirked before hearing a small voice.

"Excuse me, but aren't you Harry Potter and Whezzey's Friend?" The House-Elf smiled up to her.

"Dobby? What are you doing her?" Hermione recognized his green eyes immediately.

"When Mister Whezzey moved here he's got lonely and needed someone to help him around the house. Professor Dumbledore suggest I come since I like to talk to people and the other house-elves only liked to be servants."

"But Ron pays you well?" Hermione asked, Her S.P.E.W. Feelings resurfaced.

"He doesn't pay me but we have a deal." Dobby smiled.

"Oh really?" Hermione asked, curious to know.

"Yes Ma'am. Whenever I want something I just have to tell him what it is and he'll buy it for me. That Way I don't have to worry about keeping all my money. And because," Dobby giggled slightly, "Mr. Whezzey forgets to pay me lots of times when I first came. This way he doesn't have to remember either." Dobby laughed pulling his ears flat over his eyes.

"Sounds like Ron." Hermione laughed with the elf. "Say Dobby, do you the think that you could get me some tea and maybe some eggs. I'm not in a cooking mood right now."

"It would be my honor." Dobby smiled bowed low and then took off darting around the kitchen. Moments later, Hermione was sipping on tea and nibbling on eggs while Dobby told her about some of Ron's quidditch matches that he had been to.

"…And he dove and I was panicking, sitting on the edge of my seat I was, and He scooped the ball up with only one arm rising about the goalposts and sending a great one armed toss to his sister, before they had Alex that was, and Harry Potter and I cheered until we were blue into the face." Dobby had seemed to no longer need to take breaths while he was talking.

"I don't think it was quite that good." Ron himself walked into the kitchen.

"Oh but it was, Whezzey, it was." Dobby nodded his head so that his ears flopped up and down.

"Anyway, How are you this morning?" He smiled across the table to Hermione.

"Fine enough. I had a pleasant time with your roommate here."

"Well, if you would care to change into some muggle clothes, I dare say I have made plans for us."

Hermione eyed Ron curiously, but he just shook his head and pushed Hermione towards the doorway.

Upon entering her room, she saw that laid out on her bed was one of the cutest outfits she had ever seen. There was a deep read shirt with a V-neck, with small rhinestones making swirling patterns around the neck (A/N: See fashionbugDOTcharmingshoppesDOTcom/Shopping/product.asp?productidFM001281&navFM (replace DOT with . obviously)) Along with black pants and Ribbon exactly the color of the shirt to use as a belt. Hermione quickly changed into the outfit and pulled her hair up in a twist. Stepping back into the main room, she saw Ron standing with his hands in his pockets, looking over the quidditch field. He was wear a dark blue cotton shirt and a pair of black pants. Hermione coughed, make her presence in the room known. When Ron turned around he smiled, pleased to know that the outfit looked good on her.

"Who chose the outfit?" Hermione asked.

"What you don't believe I can pick a wonderfully matching outfit such as this?" The Look on Hermione's face was enough to say she didn't. "Okay, so Ginny picked it out."

"What are we going to do today?"

"Now, I can't tell you that, it would ruin the surprise now wouldn't it." Ron took Hermione's hand and led her down onto the Muggle Street. They walked for a little while, before Ron hailed a cab. He told the driver to take him as close as he could to the Westminster Underground stop. Hermione again looked to Ron curiously, but Ron chose to ignore it. When they got to the stop, Ron paid the Driver and told Hermione to close her eyes. Leading her by the arms, he took led her for about 10 minutes before sitting her down on a bench. "Okay, open." Hermione's eyes fluttered open. In front of her, there was a table set for two along with a single rose in the middle. Looking past the table she saw that the room they were in was leaving the ground.

"The London Eye." Ron answered her unasked question. "I know you're afraid of heights but I really think you'll enjoy the view. And if you don't, then you can hate me forever." (A/N: for those of you who don't know the London Eye is a Ferris-wheel like wheel that was opened in London in January 2000.)

"No, no, its beautiful already." Hermione smiled, swallowing the small amount of fear that had mounted in her stomach when she first looked out the window. Turning from the window, she smiled at Ron. "This must of cost a fortune."

Ron Shrugged, "Only the best for my 'Mione." He smiled back. "Plus, now we have a half-hour to enjoy our meal and re-get to know each other." He sat down next to her and, much to Hermione's surprise, didn't dive head first into his food.

"Wow. Food is in front of you and you aren't crazily devouring it."

"Wedding training." Ron shrugged. "When Ginny and Harry announced they were getting married, and that I was to be the best man, Ginny said she'd be damned if I ate like a pig two spots down from her. Two weeks and some extremely painful curse therapy later, I could eat properly." He paused and brought some food to his mouth, chewing daintily and purposely looking stupid and girlish. Hermione snorted, trying desperately not to burst out laughing. "Anyway." Ron swallowed. "What should we talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know. Tell me about Harry and Ginny's Wedding." Ron smiled and went into the details of the Romantic day for his best friend and sister. That fueled their conversation, and before they knew it, their pod was slowing to a stop as they neared the ground.

"Well, that was quite enjoyable. Thank you very much for bringing me." Hermione curtsied, being silly.

"Where would you like to head next my dear?" Ron linked his elbow with Hermione's as they began to walk along the path.

"Anywhere you would like to take me, good sir." Hermione replied

"In that case," Ron whipped a rose from behind his back, "Hold on." Hermione held the end of the rose carefully. "3, 2, 1." Ron counted, and then there was an uncomfortable tug behind their navels and they were speeding off.

Hermione stumbled into Ron, who caught her and helped her stand up straight. When she looked around, she smiled and hugged Ron extremely tightly, before pushing the gate next to her open and walking up the path toward Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Can we visit Hagrid? And Dumbledore? And…and," Hermione's mind was going into overdrive as she thought of all the people here that she would like to visit.

"Of course, of course." Ron smiled, lazily walking up the path. They hadn't gotten very far before they heard Hagrid's booming voice.

"Now, Jus' make sure you've removed all yer valuables, and get to it."

Ron and Hermione turned to each other. "Nifflers" they said in unison. They rounded around Hagrid's cabin, and watched some of the forth years Laugh and smile as their nifflers brought gold back into their laps. After a minute or two, Hermione finally walked forward until she was standing next to Hagrid.

"You know, I was always bummed that I missed this lesson. Stupid Rita Skeeter." Hagrid turned and gapped openmouthed at the woman standing next to her before he kneeled down until he was about her level.

"Hermione?"

"Hi." Hagrid pulled Hermione into a backbreaking hug.

"Good to see you! Oh, you can't imagine how oddly quiet with out you around here. Plus Gryffindor's points went lower and lower without your daily class bonuses." Hermione finally staggered backwards out of Hagrid's grip to get a better look at him. He was as big as ever, but his beard and hair was now mostly gray instead of the brown it used to be.

"Excuse me, but are you Hermione Granger." Hermione turned to see a 14-year-old girl with soft brown hair right behind her, and most the class was sending rapid glances her way.

"I am." Hermione smiled back. The girl smiled and when she sat back by her friends, Hermione swore she heard her say, 'I told you so.' Most of the class was now staring avidly at Hermione. Hermione had a pang of sympathy for Harry as she waved to the class before heading back up toward the stairs, Ron following behind her to a group of cheers from every male in the class and some of the females. When they entered the building, Hermione was immediately taken back by a glittering gold sheet that seemed to be hanging on the opposite wall. On closer look, they were revealed to be several small plaques with the name birth and Death date of what seemed to be thousands of people.

"Every muggle or wizard ever murdered by Lord Voldemort." Ron informed Hermione. Hermione's eyes scanned the plagues and quickly found what she was looking for.

'James Gregory Potter. August 17, 1960-October 31, 1981' 'Lillian Elizabeth Evans Potter July 9, 1960- October 31, 1981' 'Sirius Jonathon Black. February 12, 1960-June 10, 1996'

Those three tiles were arranged in a row in the dead center of the wall, obviously some what of Harry's doing.

"Do you like our new arrangement, Miss Granger?" A calming voice ran over Hermione and she spun on her heel.

"Very Much, Professor." Hermione smiled.

"I assume you are here to collect your key?"

"My Key?"

"Yes, for Gringotts." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with laughter.

"Oh! Yeah! That would be great!"

"Come on then, it's in my office." Dumbledore started up the corridor, and they trekked the familiar path to Dumbledore's office.

"Well, It was sure nice of Dumbledore to do this all in your honor." Ron smiled, and immediately beginning stuffing his face with the Hogwarts food. "Juf luf th goo oldes."

"Yeah, except in the good old days, No one would've held a feast for me, and I would be eagerly studying for our next class."

Ron swallowed his food. "True, true, I like this Hermione better."

"Well, thank you." Hermione began to eat the large meal cooked just for her.

When all the kids had their fill, Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. It still held the same effect as it did when Hermione was in school and the room fell immediately silent.

"Well, if you haven't already noticed, we are having a very special feast for our very special guests today, Mr. Ron Weasley of the Chudley Cannons," Cheers erupted from the crowd as Ron stood and bowed, one girl in the front row even fainted. Dumbledore let the crowd cheer for a few moments before clearing his throat. " But the true guest of honor tonight, is Miss Hermione Granger. Many of you had heard the stories of this wonderful girl gone missing, and now we are pleased to announce she has once again returned." Ron poked Hermione in the back, and she stood up slowly. For a moment, they hall stood silent, then whispers broke out amongst the crowd followed by clapping. Through the claps, Hermione heard what some of the kids were saying, and her face broke into a smile.

"She was the smartest witch to ever pass through Hogwarts."

"She's my role model, I hope I can be brave enough to help my friends like she did."

"She's so much more beautiful than I imagined."

"Do you seriously think that she's Susan Debby?"

That last comment made her out right laugh before she sat down. "Ron, They're cheering."

"Yeah, for you. Isn't it great?"

"Truthfully, it's a little scary."

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