a/n: I am SO sorry about how long this took to get up. But, between vaccation, pending final exams and some other unexpected mishaps I have been ubelievably busy. But finally! I've got a chapter out. With school winding down, don't expect too much for two more weeks, maybe another, but after tha I promise to write more! Thank you so much for reviews on last chapter. Again, so sorry for the wait, but here it is! Hope you enjoy! Laura
Even if her break was meant for relaxing, Hermione found it to be going by quickly. This surprised her, since all she was doing was reading books or occasionally sitting in her family's living room and watching a movie or television show on occasion.

But it had been a whole week since she had seen Remus. They had corresponded through owls all week of course, but they hadn't seen each other. Every time Hermione received an owl he would ask how her and the baby were. She would smile and be content knowing that he cared so much that he would ask each and every day how her and their baby was. Each time she would send back how she was doing and that the baby was fine and hopefully happy.

Hermione's final letter that she sent him was much happier sounding though. She sent it off Friday night knowing that she wouldn't get a reply. After all, Remus was coming over for dinner on Saturday. She was happy when she went to bed, but when she woke up in the morning she was a bundle of nerves.

Out of the blue, Hermione went on a cleaning spree of the already almost spotless house. She wanted everything to be perfect when Remus came, even though judging by the way he often kept his quarters at Hogwarts she knew he wouldn't care about things not being perfectly clean.

Mrs. Granger saw her daughter rushing around the house like a chicken with its head cut off, and she sighed. "Hermione, dear, relax," she said to her. "The house is clean. You just relax. All this stress isn't good for you."

"I know, I know," Hermione said taking in a deep breath. "I just can't help it. I want tonight to go well. Remus means a lot to me Mum."

"I know he does dear," Mrs. Granger said with a small smile. "And I promise, I'll make sure your father behaves tonight. I just don't think he's ready to realize his little girl is a young woman yet."

"Yeah, let alone the fact that his little girl is going to be having her own little….well, not sure if it's a girl, but I want it to be," Hermione said with a smile.

Mrs. Granger smiled back and kissed her daughter's forehead. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. Now, go lay down, you have a whole eight hours before dinner."

"Fine, I'll go lay down. If you need me I'll be in my room," Hermione said before heading that way.

Mrs. Granger just nodded her head as she watched her daughter head down the hall.

Hermione went into her room and shut the door behind her. The first thing she did was go over to her closet. She wanted to pick out what she was going to wear for dinner, that way she felt like she was doing something productive at least.

The brunette sighed as she dug through her closet. She couldn't find a single thing she wanted to wear. Nothing seemed….perfect enough! Hermione shook her head and went to lie on her bed. She laid flat on her back and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to relax some.

Hermione was trying to keep telling herself what her mother had told her, about things going fine and that she didn't need to worry about impressing Remus. Hermione closed her eyes as she thought about it, falling asleep.

Soon enough, Hermione felt her being shaken gently by her mother. "Sweetheart, wake up. You need to get ready for dinner. At least I think you would want to be woken up to get ready."

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at her mother for a moment. "Mum? What time is it?" she asked as she stifled a yawn.

"Almost five thirty," Mrs. Granger said looking at a clock.

"Five thirty? That gives me an hour before Remus is supposed to be here!" Hermione exclaimed as she got up quickly, rushing to her closet to look for something to wear once more.

"It gives you an hour and a half dear. He's coming at seven," Mrs. Granger corrected her daughter. "Well, I'll leave you to yourself to get ready. Come down when you're done."

Hermione just nodded her head as she kept looking through her closet. After some time, she gave up again and headed to the bathroom, knowing she needed a shower and planned on making an attempt at doing something with her hair.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, after just showering, not even doing her hair, Hermione glanced at the clock and saw it was close to six. She sighed and hurried back to her closet, trying to keep her towel around her body as she looked for something to wear.

Getting frustrated again, Hermione took a small step back, closed her eyes, and took deep calming breaths. She reminded herself was not about impressing Remus. After all, they were already in love and happy together. Tonight was simply about her parents and him meeting now that they were a couple and expecting.

Once she got the idea through her head, Hermione calmly went back to her closet and much easier than before found herself an outfit. She changed into a pair of maroon corduroys and black long sleeve knit top. She went and did her hair, using some magical hair product she tamed her hair down and ended up with soft, full curls. She pulled her sides back and put in a hair clip that had pearls in it, which matched the necklace she put on. Hermione didn't bother with shoes, since she was already at her house.

Feeling satisfied about her appearance she headed downstairs. She still needed to take the calming breaths, since with each step she felt increasingly nervous about how tonight was going to go over.

Hermione walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She sighed when she caught sight of the clock. It was only half past six, she still had half an hour to wait before Remus came. She decided to get up and go help her mum, hoping the time would pass by fast.