Chapter Six: Hermione Granger (or Weasley)

(A/N: This chapter going to be shorter than others. A.S.Leif)

Hermione hiccupped slightly as her child kicked. Eight months pregnant and she already felt like she was carryingan entire Quidditch team. Shaking her head, Hermione continued to grade the third-year Transfiguration essays in front of her. She'd taken the place of Professor Luis this year, due to the fact that he and Professor Snape just couldn't get along even if their lives depended on it; so Luis had left, and probably wasn't going to come back. Hermione giggled at the thought of their childish behavior. She herself loved to watch the look on the potions master's face when she called him Severus; it was priceless. One time, a student had even managed to catch it on film and had given it to her on her first anneversery; Ron had found it hilarious as well.

Smiling to herself at the memory, Hermione continued with her work, though part of her mind still drifted. She was the author of the book: War of Second Risings, which was a complete documentary on the second war, not just the Battle of Twilight, everything. It had made a few sells, and was actually now in the Hogwarts Library. However, to finish the book, it had taken her three years of pestering members of the Order and her friends for information; she was sure that they celebrated when she published, if only because it meant she'd leave them alone.

After finishing grading, she decided to take a break. According to Mungo's guide to Pre-Parenting, exercise was important when having a child, so Hermione decided to go for a walk; her next class wasn't for another thirty minutes. Walking down by the lake, Hermione felt her fingers stray to her wedding ring. She wondered why Harry and Alex hadn't gotten married; they loved each other, that was clear even to the first years. She guessed that they felt like waiting. With a sigh, Hermione wondered how Ron was doing. There had been rumors of a new gang arising in or near London and he and his team had gone to investigate. They weren't said to be nearly as dangerous as Voldemort and his Death Eaters, but it was better to crush such things before they grew into something more. Nevertheless, she hoped he was alright, not risking his life foolishly. She had to admit, he'd grown into a wonderful man since the time of their very first date in fifth year; it was somewhat creepy to know that that date was five years ago.

She heard laughs coming from the area near Hagrid's Hut and decided to go and see how Harry's class was going. She smiled, they were studying Hippogriffs. She saw a few of them nervously come up and bow, then the creatures bowed in return and the students were able to pet them. With a wicked grin, Harry scooped one of the braver students up and set them on one of the Hippogriffs' feathered backs, then sent the creature into a gallop andit jumped into the air after a moment. Remembering herown experience on a flying Hippogriffin third year, Hermione couldn't decide whether she should pity the student or be amused. Amusement won.

Coming Up:

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

(Heh, I got it right this time!)