1Disclaimer: Instead of being increasingly funny, I decided that I would leave it out this time, since I am in no such mood anymore. Ok, so I own nothing. Except the idea to this story.

This story has been on HIATUS for the last couple of months. So I'm VERY, VERY sorry for the long delay, but I have added three new stories since then... So, enjoy and REVIEW.

Chapter Two: Pressing Matters

-General P-O-V-

"Molly, Arthur, Ron...relax! Harry and Ginny are going still going to have a proper wedding, at least I think. So don't worry. I just think Ginny needed to do this. For herself. Do you understand why?" Hermione repeated.

After seeing three puzzled looks, Hermione decided to take another crack at the whip. "She has always been the perfect child. The good girl. She has always followed the rules, done well in school, and treated everyone better than she has been to herself. She wanted to just once take the plunge and step out of line. She wanted to see what it was like to not follow the rules and live by the moment... Does this make sense?"

Ron decided to speak up first. "Erm...well couldn't she have warned us? Couldn't Harry have warned us? I mean, he is my best friend. She's my sister? How come you knew?"

"Yes, missy. Why did my baby tell you and not us?" Mrs. Weasley now took the lead.

"Because...like I said, Ginny wanted this to be a secret and knew that I would keep it quiet. Or she thought I would keep it quiet. Plus, she wanted someone to know where they were in case something happened."

"Well then, I will be right back." And with that, Molly apparated away.

"Molly! Let them be!" Hermione screamed. But it was too late. She was already gone.

Hermione decided it best to follow Molly. She grabbed Ron's hand and felt the familiar motion of being squeezed into a space to small to stand in. She found herself and Ron at the gates of Hogwarts. Molly was already running up the path. It was obvious to them that she had sent Dumbledore a Patronus stating that she needed to get in. The gates had resealed themselves, so Hermione sent her seal up to the Headmaster.

The gates opened a few minutes later and Hermione once again grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him along the path, following in Molly's wake. They entered the castle and ran up four flights of stairs and found themselves on the sixth floor, where Dumbledore's office was located. They could see Molly at the end of the corridor, trying her luck at the password that allowed the Gargoyle to spring aside.

"Fizzing Whisbees! Oh, ok, ummm...Lemon Tarts! Let's see...Ginger Snaps! Bertie Botts!"

"Molly, move aside, move aside please," Hermione called out as she ran, pulling Ron along with her. "The password is...Hungarian Horntail." With that, the Gargoyle sprung aside, revealing a spiral staircase that lead up to the Headmaster's office.

"How did you know the password?" Ron asked bluntly.

"Ginny told me before she left, incase of an emergency. But I would highly call this instance an emergency..." Hermione huffed.

Molly didn't even listen to Hermione, nor pay attention to her. She walked up the stairs, quietly, not wanting to make her presence known. When she reached the top, she started banging on the door.

"Albus! Albus, you let me in! Tell my baby girl to get out here this minute, or open the door and let me fetch her myself!" She was practically wailing through the door.

"Molly, what have we got here? And Miss Weasley, Mr. Weasley, what a surprise! Ginny, Harry and I were just finishing up. Would you care to join us?" Albus, as usual, was speaking calmly.

The group stepped inside the very worn office. Harry and Ginny were sitting at Dumbledore's desk, there backs to the group.

Ron could here them whispering to each other, since he was the closest.

"How the hell did my mother find out? Oh, I'm going to kill Hermione for telling her!" Ginny was turning red. She was very agitated, Harry could take a hint.

"Ginny, calm down. The deed is done. It's ok, they can now know. And I'm sure Hermione had a good reason for telling your mom...oh I hope she does. But I'm not going to let you go at her. She's been acting strangely for the past couple of days... I wonder what's up." Harry took Ginny's hand and started caressing it.

"Yeah, I know. I don't understand. She's all quiet and she's acting very distant to Ron. Very, very distant.

Ron walked over to them. "What's wrong with Hermione? She doesn't seem any different to me," he whispered.

"Oh, shit." Ginny whispered to Harry. "He's never going to let this go. Why can't we just keep our mouths shut?"

"Oh, nothing Ron. Hermione's fine. She's grand actually." Ginny tried for a cover story. But Ron knew she knew something, and wasn't going to be telling him anytime.

"Harry? Please tell me. C'mon mate! I know that since I haven't taken a notice, you haven't either! Can you please talk to your wife?" Ron spat out the last bit at the couple sitting in front of him.

"Well, Ronald, I am glad to see that you haven't beaten Harry up yet. But if you really want answers, go ask your wife," Ginny snarled.

Ron looked across the room to where Hermione was standing, behind his mother, who was still beating Dumbledore up verbally. Mrs. Weasley was flailing her arms and screaming bloody murder. Hermione grasped Mrs. Weasley around the mid section and started to steer her towards the door.

"Ginny, Harry...I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Trust me, I have an excellent reason. I promise. Now Ron, are you coming with me? You can stay if you want. But I'm going to be taking your mother home. Good day to you all. Bye Professor," She nodded to the headmaster. "Oh, and congrats, Ginny, Harry," She inhaled, nodded, and shut the door behind her, pushing Molly down the spiral staircase in front of her.

"I'll be right back," Ginny got up and ran after Hermione and her mother."

A few minutes later, Hermione walked into the office, minus Ginny. After a few apparent stares from Ron and Harry she said, "Ginny said for me to stay with you three. She wanted to talk the whole arrangement over with Molly." Hermione went over and sat in Ginny's unoccupied chair.

"Well, it seems that the festivities have ended, my friends. Unless you would all like some butterbeer? I think I may have some firewhiskey somewhere..." Dumbledore dug around under his desk and found a few dusty bottles of butterbeer. "It looks like I'm all out of firewhiskey, but would anyone like a drink?" Albus gazed at his three former students from his crescent-shaped glasses.

"Sure, I'll have a bottle. Ron? Hermione?" Harry asked politely, as Ron nodded.

"No, nothing for me. I haven't been up to any drinking lately," Hermione responded.

"You sure 'Mione? C'mon, have a drink with us, for old time's sake?" Ron smiled happily at his wife.

"No, no. I'm good. You guys drink. I'll just watch." Hermione said uneasily.

Ron gave Harry a look of uncertainty. It was true, Hermione didn't drink much, but this was another story. She was in the presence of Dumbledore; she had never turned down a drink in front of him.

Eventually, Ron and Harry got taking with Dumbledore about Quidditch, giving Ron a chance to go on his Cannons rage. He loved bragging about them now, that his only sister was their head coach, and a damn good one, too. After that, Harry and Dumbledore talked about Hogwarts, mostly about the current DADA professor. Since it was summer, school was not in session. But Dumbledore was once again in the unwanted position of finding yet another professor. He had gotten Tonks to teach the year after the trio had graduated, but she had only said she would take a year off from auroring. Now, Dumbledore had taken to getting Remus Lupin to come back. But he wasn't budging. Tonks promised Dumbledore that she would work on him, but she promised nothing.

Hermione, on the other hand, had been sitting quietly, listening, but not speaking. Ron took the time that Harry and the headmaster to look at Hermione and try to figure out what was wrong.

He turned his head back in time to the conversation to see Harry getting up, and shaking hands with the headmaster. "It was nice seeing you, Professor. I'll see you around sometime. And feel free to stop by the flat. I would enjoy it. And I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind seeing you. Oh, and best of luck for finding another teacher," Harry said, grinning.

"Same for you, Harry. And I'll be sure to stop bye. I hear Ginny is a good cook." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling through his glasses.

"That she is," Harry replied happily. "You ready, Ron? Hermione?" Harry said, acknowledging the couple.

"Yes, yes we are. It was good seeing you Professor," Hermione answered cheerfully.

"Bye, Professor," Ron said, getting up to shake his hand.

The trio left the office and walked down the four staircases to the great hall, where the front doors were located. They walked down the very long path to the Hogwarts gates in silence. Harry, who was standing behind Hermione and Ron was trying to pick up to see if they were talking. So far, he had only heard snippets of the apparent conversation.

"Ronald, nothing...what...think?" Hermione sounded aggitated. If Harry had anything pressing on his mind right now, it was finding out what was up with Hermione. So far, nothing came to his mind.

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