A/N: Right...this has been a bit of a dead fic- I did finish it, but never uploaded it at this site. So, in light of this, I've decided to add the rest of it, a chapter a day, till I'm done. Woot. Here's Chapter Four, then...

Chapter 4

Hermione woke up the next morning, feeling slightly groggy and bleary-eyed but otherwise considerably better than she had the night before. She got out of bed, pulled on the dressing gown that Ginny had so kindly lent her, and was heading for the kitchen when she ran headfirst into Harry. She stumbled slightly but managed to catch herself, which is more than could be said for him. She pulled him up from the floor, apologising profusely.

"It's OK," he said lightly. "Feeling better this morning?"

"Much!" she replied gratefully. "I'm guessing Ginny told you what happened with me and Ron?"

"Yeah," he replied, "but I spoke to Ron last night, and he's really sorry. He didn't mean what he said- he wants you to call him before you leave for work."

"I guess I better go do it now, then!" she said. "I've got to leave soon!"

"Sure- just use the fireplace in the living room if you want. The Floo Powder's in the blue vase. I'm just leaving now- those murderers won't catch themselves!" he added jokingly as he walked towards the front door. Hermione smiled- Harry always made jokes when he spoke about his work- he said his job was miserable enough without him acting all seriously about it. She had a funny feeling that he made a lot of these jokes to stop Ginny from worrying too much about him, though she knew that Ginny had perfectly good reasons to worry- a lot of the work that Harry did was very dangerous. She mused this over as she flung a pinch of Floo Powder into the big granite fireplace. She watched as the flames turned green before sticking her head in and yelling " 36 Mullainey Gardens!". A few seconds later she was staring at Ron's ankles in surprise.

"Jesus, 'Mione, you almost scared the life out of me!" Ron's freckled face appeared in view as he bent down to address her. "I was just about to call- I figured Harry had forgotten to pass my message on!" The tone of his voice changed- he had obviously remembered the purpose of her visit. " Hermione, I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday evening. I was stressed and angry, but that is no excuse for the way I acted. I was totally out of order and I understand if you don't want to forgive me." He said this all very quickly, and paused for a few seconds before adding as a kind of an afterthought "But I hope you do."

Hermione's felt a huge pressure lift from her chest. "Of course I forgive you, love! I mean, it's not like you knew about… you know…"

"Your baby?"

"Our baby," she added with a smile on her face.

"Our baby… I like how that sounds!" Ron said, with a grin almost as wide as hers. "So you forgive me then?"

Hermione gave a theatrical sigh. "I suppose so. After all, you are my- " she grimaced, " – husband."

"Oy! Cheeky!" he replied, in a mock angry voice. "I'll have no more of that from you, young lady!"

"OK, sweetheart, I've got to go now! I'll see you later!"

"Hang on a second…" Ron lent forward and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "OK, now have a nice day, pumpkin! Oh, and try to get home on time- I'm gonna make you a special dinner!"

"Sounds great! Okay, bye!" she said, backing out of the fire. She stood up, dusted herself off and walked over to collect her cloak from the front door. She had just reached the cloakstand when she heard Ginny say behind her "So- is everything alright now?"

"You know, Gin," she said, crinkling her nose blissfully, "it's better than alright. It's perfect." And with that, Hermione scooped up her cloak and Disapparated with a dainty "pop".

Ginny smiled cynically to herself. She wondered how long it would last this time…