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Author's Note: Hey everone for taking so long to add, but I've been in a serious writing slump. LoL. Anyway you should all know Hermione is a Political Activist for (if you can't guess) House Elves. You need to know that for this chapter. Enjoy!

Hermione looked around the Great Hall in worry. It had been almost two hours. She had known they would be late coming back to her, but they had never been more than twenty minutes late.

"Ron, I'm really getting worried about them. Maybe they're lost…oh God! What if they're caught on one of the stairs!" She reached over and grabbed her husband's arm with a frightened look on her face.

"Mione, relax. I mean, you only gave them an hour and you have to admit…that's not near enough time to explore this place," he told her comfortingly, kissing her cheek.

"Ron…perhaps you could just go make sure?" she asked him with a pleading smile. "I mean I've let you do what you wanted tonight. You spent the night away from us talking to old friends, not to mention Lavender." She said the name with utter distaste and then continued. "I didn't care when you spoke with Seamus about his jail time for half an hour….and what did he do anyway?" She asked curiously.

"Oh, well, nothing really…it's not important-" he laughed, but was quickly cut off by Hermione's glare. "Well, you see…Dearest…it seems he had a little too much to drink one night after a party." He paused

"Go on Ron," she told him with a steely look in her eyes.

"Well, in a moment of complete stupidity and drunkenness he…well, he threw a house elf out of a window and he died." Ron looked at his wife. Her eyes were wide open and she looked ready to kill Seamus.

"He what?" She shut her eyes and took a deep breadth as Ron explained how he had received three years in jail for his actions. "So that's why he never came over to say hello to me?"

She knew that it was because of her and her alone that Seamus had done jail time. It was her activism that had gotten the Bill of Elfish Rights passed five years ago. He was probably beyond angry at her. "I'm sorry, Mione."

"Oh it's not your fault. What a shame though…he had always been a good friend to me. I guess that's over." The couple sat in silence for a few moments as Meggie continued coloring and Gemma napped in her carrier.

"Hey, I'll go look for Eric and Allie, okay?" Hermione smiled and thanked him. Ron kissed her forehead and went in search of his two children, hoping Hermione would be okay.

Draco was walking with Pansy as she continued to berate him for bringing Moira and Janine along. "I honestly can't imagine what you were thinking! They do nothing for us socially, I mean really!"

"Shut up!" Draco shouted suddenly. "Just shut up, will you? I don't know why I came looking for you. You are without a doubt the worst mother I have ever seen. You're supposed to love and cherish your children and all you can do is insult them."

"Draco-"

"NO!" he shouted as he sat her down on one of the stone benches and knelt down in front of her. "I'll talk and you'll listen for once in our lives! I love those little girls so special and so beautiful and you can't seem to see it! From the moment they were born, you have hated them."

"Even the mud-blood cares about hers." I was watching them and she hugs them and kisses them and all you do is piss and moan about Moira's and Janine's faults!"

"Please, Drac-" Pansy tried interrupting, but to no avail.

"What did I just say, Pansy? Can't you ever just shut up? You know what your problem is? You, Pansy Lorraine Malfoy, are a bitch! You care for no one but yourself and I really don't feel like dealing with you now. I'm going to go find my children."

As Draco walked away, Pansy whispered with a single tear running down her face, "They're my children, too."

He paused and without turning around replied just as quietly, "Then start acting like they're mother." He then walked on.

"Hey Harry, I just realized that we haven't seen Andy in a few hours," Lara said worriedly. "Where did he go?"

Harry looked around him just as worried as his wife. He let go of her hand and walked ahead a few steps and called, "Andy!" He received no answer. "Bloody Hell," he murmured.

"Harry," Lara said her voice raising in concern.

"Hey Lara, I know this school like the back of my hand. Why don't you go back to the Great Hall, he told her squeezing her hand.

"You're joking, right?" she protested.

"It's just that I'll be able to look a lot faster if it's just me okay?"

"Well…all right, then. Just find him, okay?" Lara told him, slightly frightened.

"I will don't worry." The two of them kissed lightly and went in separate directions.