((All right, didn't quite make ten reviews, but oh well. The first few chapters on this story are short, but they do eventually get longer. They're a bit too short for my liking, too. On Word they look a lot longer. I do not own Harry Potter… yet… and here's chapter three!))

"Hey baby, how was work?" Ron asked his bushy-haired spouse.

"Same as usual."

"Care to share?"

"You know I can't," Hermione replied, kissing her husband on the cheek.

"Hermione…"

"Ron."

"We've been married for three years now, and you know how much I want a family…"

"Yes I do."

"Well…" Ron said looking over at his wife, wiggling his eyebrows. "Wanna start now?"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione watched as her husband crossed the room, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She slid her hands down his sides, unbuttoned his pants, and was working on the zipper when–

"Mary mother of God! Ugh! I've been traumatized for life! Agh!" Harry had just walked in from the pool, and now had his hands over his eyes and was facing the door. "Get a room, you sex freaks!"

Hermione and Ron immediately separated from each other, Ron looking embarrassed, Hermione indignant.

"This is our house too, you know."

"Yeah but…ew!" Harry shuddered. "Can I turn around now?"

"No, Harry. We're having sex on the kitchen floor," Ron said sarcastically.

"Oh, haha. You're hilarious." Harry started heading into the living room.

"Harry, by the way, next month there's a big reunion at Hogwarts for everyone in our year, Ginny's year, the year ahead of ours, and Fred and George's year. For those who survived the war anyway," Hermione said. "You interested in going? Maybe you and Ginny could go together?"

Harry laughed bitterly. "I don't think Ginny would go with me if I was the last man on earth."

"What did you do now!"

"Why do you assume I did anything!"

"Look at your track record with women. Except for the redhead in question, you've never had a relationship for over a month!" Hermione pointed out.

"Fine! How 'bout this," Harry said. "If either of you can get Ginny to voluntarily go with me, I pay you two… no, three hundred galleons."

"Harry, I hardly think that's ethica –"

Ron interrupted her. "Deal!"

"If she won't come, then you have to clean the pool for a month. No magic."

"Well, kiss those galleons goodbye Harry," Ron said smugly. "I can be very persuasive when I want to be."

Harry and Hermione both laughed out loud when they heard this.

"What?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Sorry… i-it's not f-funny," Harry said, gasping for breath. Hermione was sitting on the floor, unable to stand any longer. Ron didn't see what they were laughing about.

"How do you think I got Hermione to marry me?" The laughter in the room stopped immediately.

"What's that supposed to mean?" But Ron was already heading up the stairs.

"Practice in an hour, mate!" Harry called.

Ginny was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling when she heard a knock at the door.

"If it's Harry, go away."

"No, it's me," Hermione called through the oak door.

"Oh. Come on in then." Hermione opened the door and Ginny saw she was carrying a tray.

"What's that?"

"Raspberry tea and some of my chocolate chip cookies," the brunette said smiling.

"I'll just have tea, thanks. I'm not very hungry at the moment…"

"Oh. Well, you missed lunch so I figured I'd bring you something."

"I missed lunch?"

"Yeah, it's two-oh-three. You've been up here for a while. The boys just left, and I figured that you needed someone to talk to."

"Oh? And why, may I ask, did you think that?" Ginny snapped.

"Harry seemed pretty upset when he came up from the pool."

"Did he?" Ginny didn't give the impression that she was the least bit concerned. "And what did that lying, conniving bastard say?"

Hermione looked startled at her best friend's words. "He didn't say anything, really… he uh… well, he… heh heh…" Hermione focused on the wall behind Ginny and spoke very quietly. "He caught us."

"EW! That's my brother! I did NOT want to know that! Ugh! Traumatized!" Ginny got off of the bed and crossed the room to shut the door. She shook her head and turned back to Hermione. "So did he – Harry, not Ron – didn't say anything?"

"No." But Hermione had turned away very quickly, and Ginny got the feeling that she was lying.

"Hermione."

"What?"

"You are a terrible liar."

"I mentioned the Hogwarts reunion –"

"There's a reunion coming up? When!" Ginny looked horrified.

"Next month… why?"

"Well, I'm gonna have to plan my outfit, get a tan, I'll definitely have to start swimming laps every morning –"

"That's when Harry swims."

"Every night then. Do you have a gym around here? Oh well, it doesn't matter. And then I'll have to –"

"Ginny! Kill the motor! It's a month away. No big deal!"

"To you, maybe."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

Hermione chose to ignore the rest of Ginny's rantings and left to get ready for work. She was starting to get a little miffed about her job; she worked such irregular hours. Oh well, the pay was good…

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