Alright, first of all: I want to say thank you to all of you that reviewed; I got 10 (which I'm very proud of) and NO flames! I was really surprised about that considering this is my first REAL FF (with chapters) Second thing: for those of you reading Love Conquers All it's a oneshot I thought I put that in there but I guess I didn't! Ok on with the story!

Disclaimer: I want to own Harry Potter but I don't, if I did I wouldn't be writing here right now!

"Hermione, did you pack your things," Harry asked not unlike an overprotective parent.

"Yes Harry," Hermione answered.

"And called your boss," Harry asked again.

"Yes Harry," Hermione answered in a bored voice, he'd gone through all this 3 times already.

"And talked to your landlords," Harry questioned.

"For the thousandth time, yes mum," Hermione was overly annoyed now.

"Okay sorry," Harry put his hands up in defeat as Ron and Ginny laughed.

Everyone was silent for a few moments, lost in their own thoughts when Joan asked, "When are we going?"

"Right now if you're ready," Ron answered.

"Ron," Hermione said sounding worried. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Mione," Ron answered, he knew this would happen. Hermione was nervous, why shouldn't she be? She had been gone for five years and was about to go home, just like that.

"Ron, what if everyone's mad at me? Or they just think I'm a silly little girl coming home like this? Or if-"

She knew all these thoughts were crazy, but she couldn't help it.

"Hermione, love, stop this. You know no one would think that. 'Moine please relax, if not for me then calm down for Joan," Ron pleaded with her. Hermione stopped right there, Ron didn't know if it was for him or for Joan but he didn't care.

Both of them walked back into the kitchen when Harry spoke to Joan, "Were getting to England by Portkey (AN: Did I spell that right?).

"What's that?" Joan asked.

"Well," Ginny answered. "It's an object that can take you anywhere in seconds."

"Any object?" Joan asked. "Yep," Ginny said. Although she didn't show it, Ginny was ecstatic about having a niece. Sure her other brothers had kids but this was Hermione's kid, her best friend's kid and she was asking her questions about the wizarding world, she loved it.

"We're ready," Ron announced. "Finally," Ginny sighed.

"Ok," Hermione said. "The taxi will be here soon."

"How do you know," Ron asked.

"I arranged for one to pick us up," Hermione answered simply.

"Oh," was Ron's reply.

Hermione looked out the window and saw a yellow car pull into the driveway and announced, "It's here." She picked up Joan and went to get their bags when Ron bent down and got them for her. Hermione looked at him and gave him a small smile and revived a shy smile in return. Since when is Ron shy? Hermione asked herself.

"Mummy," Joan tugged on her mother's hair to get her attention. "I'm coming, Joan. Calm down," Hermione told her daughter.

As the two of them walked out the door and Hermione walked towards the car she was again semi-lost in her musings, Oh my, were going to the Burrow, aren't we? I know Ron told me not to worry but what if they don't like me anymore? I mean I've been gone for 5 years, without contacting any of them. They'll hate me, I WOULD hate me!

But just then Ron stepped out from behind the car where he was putting the bags in the trunk. She looked at him and saw he was smiling at her again. Just as this registered with her all her negative thoughts left and all she could think about was him, and then negative thoughts came flooding back: What if Ron doesn't really love me anymore? What if he was just acting the way he was to make me happy? Oh no, what if he ahs another girlfriend waiting back home and the kiss and that night, what if it was all a…

"'Mione?" It was Ron, she looked at him again and really looked; into his eyes. That was when she knew there was no one else. Just her, sure it would take a bit to get everything the way they once were with Ron, but she was willing to go through it. All of it, she thought.

Hermione and Joan climbed into the taxi next to Ginny and Ron; Harry was sitting in front with the driver.

They were silent during the ride except for Harry's directions to the portkey, unbeknownst to the driver of course, but it was a comfortable silence.

When they pulled up to a hotel Hermione gave Ron a questioning look, but he just shook his head and got out. Hermione followed Ron and was in turn followed out by Joan and Ginny. The guys got the bags and the taxi driver drove away, not without his money first of course.

Hermione followed the guys, Ginny was holding Joan, and they walked around the back of the old hotel and Hermione saw a ripped suit case lying right in the middle of the lot. Everyone put one finger on it and Ron counted.

"One… Two… Three…"

Now I was thinking of ending the chapter here but I'm really into it so I'll keep going, but I want LOTS of reviews for this! Going this far has taken me like 3 days 'cause of HW, which I still have to do. SO please, please, please review and prove to me that this is worth giving up HW and an 'A' in English.

"Ow, mummy it hurt," Joan had fallen down when they landed on the patch of grass, she was the only one, and apparently had fallen and scrapped her knee.

"Oh, honey," Hermione bent down and healed her young daughter with the flick of her wand. "All better?" She asked.

Joan nodded as Ron smiled down on both of them. Hermione picked Joan up and looked at her three friends.

"Uh, guy's where are we?" Hermione looked really confused.

"Ottery St. Catchpole Hill, were just half a mile from the Burrow," Ginny answered.

"The Burrow?" Joan was really confused.

"Yeah, sweetie, it's where Aunt Ginny and I live, or lived," Ron explained.

"What do you mean 'lived'" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, dear," Ginny had a you-really-can't-be-that-stupid look on her face. "We've all moved out, everyone's at the Burrow though because Harry and I have yet to tell them I'm pregnant."

"Oh," Hermione was speechless, she figured now, that they would have moved out, but before she had never really thought about it.

They had all been walking during this chat and suddenly came upon a 4 floor, rickety, old house. Hermione had been here many times before; for the Quidditch world cup, 6th year summer and Christmas breaks for 6th and 7th year. (AN: If there are any more times excluding the 6th book the Hermione was at the Burrow please tell me)

Hermione, who was holding Joan, looked at Ron; almost pleadingly. She was terrified; she hadn't seen the people she loved so much for five years now.

Ron gripped her free hand in silent comfort. Ginny opened the door, with Harry by her side and the other three behind them.

"Mum," Ginny called out. "Were here."

The five of them walked into the kitchen and saw no one was there. They then proceeded into the sitting room to see about 15 people, most of whom Hermione has never seen.

"Oh, hello Ginny dear," Mrs. Weasley greeted. She was a short, plump woman. Her hair, which was usually stunning bright red, was a dimmer shade streaked with gray. She gave her only daughter, youngest son, and son-in-law hugs and then noticed the 2 new guests.

She shrieked.

All the others, who had been greeting the first 3 to enter, looked up in confusion to see Mrs. Weasley crying and hugging Hermione and the little one that she didn't know.

No one moved except for Ron, Ginny and Harry.

"Could everyone sit down please," Harry asked.

Everyone obeyed, even Mrs. Weasley. They all looked to Harry and he gave a great sigh.

"As you all know, we went to the States to look for Hermione. I'm sure as you've guessed we found her. To those of you who have yet to meet her," he nodded to the younger generation. "This is Hermione Granger, and to all of you. I would like to introduce Joan, her five year old daughter."

Ha! I'm so evil! Sorry for the long update; HW and stuff! AHHHH but thank the lord its fall break! I'll try to update again soon but thanksgiving is coming closer and my friend just got back from PA where she goes to school. I'll try to update PROMISE!

-Kelly