"Harry... is that?" she whispered staring. Inside she was screaming. No! No! No! This can't happen! She was staring a Ronald Weasley, a man who had just started to fade away as just a good memory. He wasn't smiling. He was standing next to some men and being silent, only talking when someone talked to him. He was just looking around when his artic blue eyes met her chocolate ones. She stared for a minute then rounded on Harry.

"How could you not tell me he wasn't here?" she hissed.

"I didn't know he would be here today." Her eyes widened.

"You knew he would be released." she continued to hiss.

"I meant to tell you but... Ron!" Hermione whirled around and found herself face to face, or rather face to chest, with Ron. She looked up at him and froze.

"Stop it Harry."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not funny," she whined.

"You're right, it's not funny, it's hilarious! Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder. Hermione continued to look out the window.

"I couldn't help it!" Harry snorted and went over to Hermione and looked out the window also. Ron was down in the yard, not talking, just listening to his twin brothers talk to him, no doubt about their inventions. Near him were two Aurors, watching him carefully. She remainedsilent for a while then continued more quietly.

"He's changed." Harry nodded.

"Jail changes people."

"I never thought I'd see him again." Harry frowned.

"I should have warned you." Hermione closed her eyes, not able to watch him anymore.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know." Harry watched her for a while then asked her a question that had been on his mind for one and a half years.

"Do you still love him?" Hermione turned towards him, indignant.

"I'm getting married Harry!" He held up his hands.

"Sorry! Just asking. Ginny wanted to know." Hermione frowned.

"She's still mad at me isn't she?" Harry sighed.

"She's not mad, Hermione. She just... she just really wanted a sister I guess."

"She has a sister. Four sisters, and another one coming once Fred and Angelina get married this month."

"I mean a real sister. You know how close you two are." Hermione looked down at her hands.

"Was I supposed to be alone?" Harry sighed and went over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Hermione... I'm happy for you... and no, you wern't supposed to grow old by yourself. Everyone needs someone. Come on. Let's go down."

"This seat taken?" Hermione looked up and shook her head then continued to watch Reign play with Fred and George.

"How've you been, 'Mione?" She didn't look at him.

"I've been good." Silence.

"Ginny told me about Matt." She closed her eyes. Ginny.

"What about Matt?"

"Well, you're the one with the rock on your finger, I figured you could tell me."

Seven years and he's still a smartass.

"We meet, we dated and now we're getting married. What else is there to explain?" He stared at her for a while then turned towards the yard.

"I missed you."

"Ron..."

"What?"

"Don't. Just don't."

"Don't what? Say that I missed you?" She turned away from him.

"It's been seven years Ron."

"Excatly. Seven years." She turned to him, a look of disbelief on her face.

"You're impossible." There was more silence.

"Mummy!" Hermione turned to see George mounting her daughter on a broom.

"George Weasley. If you want to have kids I suggest you put my daughter down NOW!" He let go of her immediatly. Reign ran up to Hermione and grabbed her. Ron stared at her.

"You have a daughter!"

"She's not Matt's." Oh that came out wrong. Ron's face clouded over and Hermione could see a flame rising beneath the icy storm of blue.

"WHAT!"

"She's not mine either. I adopted her." Ron stopped glaring at her and looked down at the girl.

"She looks like Harry." Hermione laughed.

"I get that alot. Got Harry in some trouble when the public got wind of her. Papers said Harry and I were having an affair and said that the wedding wasn't going to happen. Took us forever to prove that Reign wasn't Harry's." Reign looked up at Ron.

"Who are you?" Ron was about to say something when Hermione cut him off.

"Reign honey. Why don't you run inside and go get Mrs. Weasley?" The girl nodded, gave Ron one more glance and ran inside. Ron stared at Hermione.

"You don't want her to know who I am?"

"She knows you by name Ron. She also knows that Azkaban is a place where people go when they've done something really bad. The papers weren't kind about you Ron." Ron glared at her.

"So you're just going to make it as if I was never in your life with your daughter." She rounded on him.

"My life! My life Ron! I don't want her to know about that! I don't want her to know the pain I've gone through. You were in my life, not hers!" Ron looked at her with disbelief.

"What am I, a memory! Just a memory?" She looked away.

"Yes. That's all you can be Ron. I'm getting married, and I don't need any distractions." She began to walk towards the back door of the Burrow, when Ron gave her arm an ungraceful tug.

"Is that all I am to you? A bloody distraction!" She tugged her arm away and walked away.

"If you're going to glare at me like that I'll just get Reign and leave."

"Did you really say that to him?"

"Dammit Ginny! What do you want from me?"

"Nothing."

"I thought you were happy for me?"

"I am..." Hermione rolled her eyes and got up.

"It's getting late. I need to get Reign to bed." Ginny watched her go and Harry enter.

"Hey."

"Hey. How are you?"

"Ugh! Don't ask." Harry smiled and sat down next to her. He leaned in and began to talk softly to her bulging belly. She couldn't help but smile. Harry had taken to the father thing well.

"You'll be a wonderful dad." Harry was silent for a while. Ginny looked at him and could instantly read his expression.

"Harry look at me. Your child will grow up like a regular child. Ok not a regular child, but we are not going anywhere. Voldemort is gone and the deatheaters aren't about to do anything stupid while Ron's around." Harry nodded and looked at her.

"You look beautiful." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't say that. I look like a hippogriff."

"No really. If it weren't for hormones and the fact that your mother likes to check you twenty-four seven I'd have to drag you back to our apartment and have a crack at you."

"Harry!"

"No really. I'm serious." Ginny rolled her eyes again and slowly got up and shuffled her way out of the room.

Hermione tucked Reign in and kissed her goodnight.

"Mummy."

"Yes."

"What did Ron do?" Hermione stared at her, startled.

"What?"

"To go to Azkaban." Hermione glanced around.

"Another time."

"Ginny said he didn't do anything." Hermione sighed.

"He didn't. Now that's enough questions, go to bed."

A/N: Hope you like it. R/R!