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Disclaimer: I only own Joan nothing else, blah, blah, blah.

CHAPTER 3

Hermione invited them all over to her house for some tea. She gave them the address and they decided to apparate over to her house, she warned them to land in the back yard.

Hermione then went over to Sandra's house to pick up Joan. When her daughter asked about the lack of bags Hermione answered, "Well, I saw some old school friends at the store and sort of forgot. They're at home and they want to meet you."

"Oh, ok. Let's go, I wanna meet some of your friends," Joan sounded genuinely excited about meeting new people.

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Hermione and Joan pulled up into the driveway about 5 minutes later. Joan had fallen asleep; it was 8:30pm.

Hermione carried her inside and looked around. No one was there yet. She walked up to Joan's room and changed her into pajama's, then put her into bed.

As she walked downstairs she heard hushed voices. She walked towards them to find her friends sitting in the kitchen.

Hermione took a deep breath and walked on.

"Nice house, 'Mione," Ginny complimented.

"Thanks Gin," Hermione said.

Hermione sat down next to Ron and laced her fingers in his. It was just like old times, like nothing had changed. Ginny and Harry were as happy as ever and Ron was sitting next to her with his hand in hers.

"So, Hermione," Harry prompted. "What have you been doing while we've been gone?"

"Well, I-uh-I've been-um," Hermione stuttered, they didn't know about Joan. Hermione panicked; How would Ron react to finding out he's a father? Would he be mad? Would he leave her, not want her or Joan?

"Hermione?" Ron looked concerned. "'Mione, what's wrong?"

"I-I have something to tell all of you," Hermione cried.

"Mummy?" Oh no, Joan no. Joan was awake.

"Mummy? Why are you crying?" Joan asked.

"Joan, honey, come here," Hermione said. Everyone looked stunned.

"H-Hermione, who's this" Ron asked.

"Joan, this is Ron, Harry, and Ginny. Friends from school," Hermione told her daughter, trying to avoid the question.

"Hermione?" Ron tried again.

"Ron, this- this is my daughter, Joan," Hermione told them. She was looking right at Ron when she said this, hoping he would know he was the father.

Ron looked hurt for a moment; she had hooked up with someone else? Where was the father? Then he saw Hermione looking at him, right at him. He understood, his head shot up and he asked, "Can I hold her?"

Before Hermione could answer Joan crawled into his lap. "Hi Daddy," she said without hesitation.

"What?" Ron looked more and more bewildered by the minute. "Did you tell her who I was?" He asked.

"No, she has magic. Her magic lets her 'see' the future. She has moments, usually when she sleeps, that give her visions. She told me about something like this 2 days ago. About 3 people sitting in our kitchen," Hermione answered.

Ron looked at Harry and Ginny who were just getting over their shock. "I'm –I'm a daddy." Harry laughed and Ginny said, "That means Harry and I are her aunt and uncle."

"What do you mean, Gin," Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah, Harry and I are married." Ginny said like it was nothing.

Hermione shrieked. "Congratulations, anymore news I should know?"

"I'm pregnant," Ginny said.

"Oh. My. GOSH! GINNY! OH MY GOSH!"

"Mummy? What's going on?" Joan asked from her dads lap.

"That's good question," Hermione said.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Why are you guys here?" Hermione asked, immediately thinking the worst had happened.

"We came to tell you that you can come home. The wars over, Hermione, we won." Ron told her.

"We-we won?" Hermione responded.

"Yeah, we won, 'Mione," Ron told her again.

"Oh," was all Hermione could come up with.

"Are you alright, Hermione," Ginny asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione answered, again with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Mummy," Joan looked at her mom. "Are we going to live in England?"

"Do you want to honey?" Hermione asked.

"Are you kidding, Mummy," Joan shrieked. "Of course I want to go live there. When can we leave?"

Ron chuckled; he could see he would love his daughter as much as he loved Hermione.

"Well," Hermione thought. "Why don't you guys stay here for the night; we have guest rooms. Then I guess we can leave tomorrow."

"Uh, Hermione," Harry looked confused. "What about your job and your house?"

"Don't worry about that," She answered. "I'm a waitress at a local restaurant, they don't pay well anyway. I get most of my money from the government. And the house belongs to the landlords, I can leave whenever I want and they're just fine with that."

"Okay," Harry answered. "So, are we going to stay tonight and just leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Hermione answered. "Maybe we should go to bed now," she suggested as Joan gave a large yawn.

"But mummy, I'm not tired," the 5 year old fought.

"Joan," Ron said. "You need to listen your mum."

"Yes daddy," Joan answered in defeat. She had only known him for half an' hour and was already calling him daddy.

Hermione showed them all to their rooms and then tucked Joan in. "I love you sweetie," Hermione whispered.

"I love you too, Mummy. So m-much," she yawned. Hermione kissed her on her forehead and closed the door over. She walked into her room and put on sweatpants and a tank-top for PJ's. Then she went into Ron's room thinking he would be sleeping.

He wasn't. He was sitting up reading. Wow, Hermione thought. Ron's reading? Stop the press.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hey, yourself," Hermione replied with a grin on her face.

"You okay," Ron asked.

"Yeah, I'm just having a bit of trouble getting over the shock of all this," Hermione explained.

"Tell me about it. I'm a daddy," he said. He had the biggest smile on his face. "What's up, 'Mione,"

"Can- can I," Hermione didn't know how Ron would react to her question. "Could I stay- in this- in here-"

"Hermione," Ron interrupted. Hermione looked at him. "You can stay in here if you want."

Hermione was beaming as she crawled into bed with him. Ron turned off the lights and wrapped hi arm around her while Hermione sighed contently. This is where I'm supposed to be, she thought. Right here, in Ron's arms. With that thought on her mind Hermione fell into a sleep filled with dreams about her and Ron's previous past, and all the great times they had together.

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Ron was leaning down, his eyes were closed and Hermione could feel his warm breath on her lips. Every moment Ron's embrace became a bit tighter around her waist. He was mere centimeters from her when

"MUMMY!"

Hermione jumped up in bed. Joan was screaming. Hermione panicked and rushed to throw the covers off her when she realized she wasn't in her own bed and the blankets were moving and groaning. Hermione hurriedly threw back the covers to reveal a very handsome red head sleeping next to her. That's when last nights happenings came flooding back to her.

Snapping back into the present Hermione rushed down the hall, she realized Joan wasn't in her room and ran into her own. Joan was staring at her bed with a face of pure white. When the girl noticed her mom standing behind her she rushed into her arms and cried.

"Joan what's wrong," Hermione asked her daughter with concern.

"I c-came in here to w-wake and you w-weren't here. I-I thought y-you left w-without me," Joan wept.

"Oh, honey, I would never leave without you," Hermione reassured her while stroking her hair. After a few minutes Joan calmed down and Hermione was surprised her screams didn't wake anyone else up. "Do you want to help make breakfast?" Hermione asked her distressed daughter, cooking always helped calm her down.

"Yeah," Joan answered enthusiastically. "Let's make bacon, and pancakes, and egg, and hash browns, and have orange juice and tea and" "Joan," Hermione stopped her ranting little girl. "We don't have enough room in our bodies to store so much food," she laughed. "Oh, ok," Joan blushed.

For the next three quarters of an hour mother and daughter made a breakfast consisting of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Then the rest of the house began to wake up.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU THAT ARE READING THIS! THANK YOU!

-Kelly