A/N: Okay, to all you wonderful, wonderful reviewers: Here's another chapter.

I just wanted to let you know, starting this week, you'll be lucky to get an update a week. I'll write them during Study Hall, but I can't type them then, we're not allowed to take our computers to school.

I don't have much time after school, but I'll do my best to post at least one chapter a week.

WARNING: This chapter includes some 'adult material' not suitable for kids under 13.

WELL, WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR? READ THE DAMN STORY!

Chapter Six: Meeting His Daughter

"Hello, Dad," said Sophia, looking innocently up at Ron.

Ron did a double take and stared down at the little girl.

"Excuse me?" he said in a high pitched voice.

Ginny laid a hand gently on Ron's shoulder. "Ron, this is Sophia. She is Hermione's daughter. She's your daughter, too."

This, however was too much for Ron. He closed his eyes, remembering. Sophia was scared. She thought he had passed out.

His eyes remained closed, though. He had passed out, and slumped back into his chair.

Sophia was scared. She looked up at Ginny.

"Aunt Ginny, I'm so sorry," said the little girl, close to tears, "Mom told me not to do that, but… I couldn't help it! I had to see if he would really love me!"

Ginny stroked the little girl's head. "Don't worry, honey. It's not your fault. We'll get him calmed down, and when he returns to consciousness, we'll talk to him in a- er, quieter place."

Ginny turned to Harry. "Let's take him to the Teacher's Lounge. Nobody'll be there yet. Everyone except Hermione is still eating. Sophia can come to."

Harry, still very stunned, staring at Sophia nodded to his wife dazedly.

They sent Ron into the Teacher's Lounge with a spell and went to tell McGonagall where they'd be.

Meanwhile, in his peaceful state, Ron was remembering that night with Hermione before graduation.

Flashback

Hermione was sitting there in the common room, doing her homework as she did every night. Her curls were hanging about her head as she bent over a very large book.

Ron and Harry were trying to play a game of Wizard's Chess, but Ron was so distracted that Harry beat him easily.

"Okay, Ron. Something is obviously up with you, I haven't beat you this bad in years. While you sit here and continue to drool over Hermione, which by the way is just wrong, I'm going to bed."

"Uh-huh," said Ron, not paying attention at all.

Harry gathered his things and left.

It was close to one o'clock now, and Hermione and Ron were the only ones in the common room.

Ron had been sitting there watching her for a good hour now. "Hey, 'Mione?" he said, finally breaking the unbearable hot silence.

She started and looked up. "Ron? Oh, God. What time is it?"

He looked up at her, his eyes hungry. "I don't know. We've been here a while, though. I was just thinking, won't you need another book for that essay?"

He had noticed that she was muttering 'I can't find it' while trying to write a particularly nasty essay for McGonagall. He had then come up with a brilliant plan. It took him nearly an hour to figure it out.

Hermione looked at him, confused. "Of course. I could always use one more book. But where will I get it? The library is closed."

"What about the Room of Requirement?" asked Ron, slyly and innocently.

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Of course!" she shouted, so happy she hugged Ron.

So together, they walked to the Room of Requirement, each excited about a different thing.

They walked past the door three times and it let them in.

It wasn't exactly what Hermione had predicted at all.

There was a large king sized bed with a dark red comforter. There were two love sofas, each looking extremely cushy and ready to hop on. On top of the bed was Hermione's book.

Hermione gasped and looked at Ron.

"Ron- what is all this?"

"I want you Hermione. I need you."

She had been hesitant at first, but Ron held her close in the circle of his arms.

"I love you, 'Mione," he whispered in her ear, "I've always loved you."

She looked up at him, fear and passion in her eyes.

"I love you too, Ron."

He leaned down and kissed her, first gently, and then passionately. That kiss led to another, and he laid her on the bed, sweating. She pulled off his shirt, he undid her pants.

They had such a wonderful night that neither one wanted to go back to the common room in the morning.

End Flashback

"Dad? Dad!" Ron awoke to his daughter saying his name gently above him.

"Hello, beautiful. Where've you been all my life? And where's your mother?" he thought of Hermione, and hot anger flowed through his veins.

Ginny noticed the expression on his face. "Ron, it wasn't Hermione's fault. You are the one that overreacted that day of the battle. She thought she was to blame for Molly's death. She returned to the Wizarding World a few years ago, but she was too scared to talk to her. I'm the only one who knew, and I promised not to tell."

Ron felt the anger seeping away, replaced by guilt and regret.

He got up and went over to sit in a chair around the big staff table next to Sophia.

He looked at her with loving eyes. She was beautiful. But the most beautiful part of her was her eyes. They were Hermione's eyes. They were his best friend's eyes. Eyes he hadn't looked into in eleven long years.

"Hi, Dad. I'm really, really sorry that I scared you. Mom told me not to talk to you until dinner at Grandma Molly's tonight, but when I saw you, I just couldn't help it.

"My name is Sophia LaLaine Molly Weasley Granger. But I just go by Sophia. I'm eleven, and my birthday is March 6th. Mom has told me all about you and your family and all of your adventures at Hogwarts. I've wanted to meet you ever since I was six years old and when I saw you tonight, I just couldn't help myself. I had to meet you. I'm so sorry I scared you. Do you hate me?"

Ron looked at the pretty young girl. For a moment, he was stunned out of words. So much like Hermione, but… there was something in her that was like him, too.

He reached out and stroked her hair gently. "Don't worry, Sophia. I could never hate you. You're too beautiful. And so much like your mother. Where is she, anyways?"

He looked around, as if hoping to see Hermione standing in the corner.

"She's at Grandma's, preparing for dinner tonight. She said I should wait until she had a chance to talk to you first before I met you."

Ron tried to feel angry at Hermione, but he couldn't because he was too busy feeling relieved that she was alive. About Sophia, well, it hadn't quite sunk in yet that he had a daughter. A real family. That was his lifelong dream. Get married to Hermione and raise a family.

And now she was alive.

"Well, don't worry Sophia. We'll go to the Burrow for dinner together, and on the way, you can tell me all about yourself and how you grew up."

So the two of them held hands and talked all the way on the long walk to the Burrow.

Ron walked into the Burrow yelling, "Oi! Mum! I've got a hungry granddaughter for you!"

Molly Weasley came bustling into the room, followed closely by…

"Hermione?"

A/N: Okay, that's all for today, folks! I know it was kind of short and sweet, but I had to have a little romance in the story somewhere… Not to worry, there will definitely be more in the near future.

Until then,

QUESTION OF THE DAY: HOW WILL RON AND HERMIONE REACT TO SEEING EACH OTHER AFTER ALL THESE LONG YEARS?

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