A/N: I'm back to this story! YAY! lol. While I was on a break from this one I made two shorter stories; It Was Easy to Forget and Becoming a Teaspoon. You know small plots might be bigger someday, but who knows.Heres Chapter Three, please read and review!

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Disclaimer: I didn't make up these characters. These amazing characters are made up by the genius J.K Rowling, and J.K Rowling alone.
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Chapter 3

He heard the timer ring and the woman bent over to retrieve what was cooking in the oven. The lady had nice legs, thought Ron.

Hermione turned around and jumped in complete surprise at the sight of Ron leaning at the doorway. Ron was equally surprised at the sight of Hermione, but showed it in the slight rise of his eyebrows.

"Hermione?"

She looked beautiful. She had almond shaped eyes with a hazel color in them. She had a lovely proportioned face and cheekbones. Her hair was up to shoulder length and was curly with a chestnut brown color. And he'd never seen so much of her skin exposed ever. She wore short red shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. So those crazy Hogwart robes were hiding those legs. And he could already suspect she didn't want him here.

"Ron. We weren't expecting you till this evening." said Hermione coolly, hoping she wouldn't show the slightest hint that her heart was beating rapidly and prayed she wouldn't do anything as foolish as blushing. She turned around and walked to the kitchen table and placed the pan of cookies on it.

He was certainly as easy on the eyes as he was before, if not much more. He had piercing blue eyes that looked a bit tired but still held a strong gaze. His hair looked darker, it still had the Weasley signature red hair, but it looked more copper. It was lengthy and was hanging along his ears. At the first moment, she thought his face looked dangerously handsome, like a pirate. But as she turned around from her cookies to face him, he had an attractive face that looked charming and sweet, like a poet. As soon as I'm out of this room, thought Hermione, I'm going to laugh at myself. A man that looks like a pirate, then a poet?
She walked to the radio and flipped off the switch and walked to Ron.

Hermione put on an act and smiled at him. "Well, there's some cookies on the table if you'd like some. I'm going to go back to my room and get some rest." she said casually.

We haven't seen each other for eight years and she's just going to walk out of the room like we've seen each other millions of times before? wondered Ron with a mixed feeling of annoyance and amusement. Hermione began to walk past him when he grabbed her arm.

"Ron, unhand me." demanded Hermione.

Ron gave a crooked grin. "Hermione..", he said in a tired, low voice, "I come home early in the morning, tired from a three week long tour and I see you home alone, dancing to fifties music in my kitchen while baking cookies in your underwear." His eyes lightened with more entertainment when Hermione glared with anger and her lips began to pout.

"Your sister and Harry will be coming home shortly. And I am not in my underwear." she said, giving a lot effort not to raise her voice. She didn't want to wake up James.

Ron ignored her squirming and continued holding onto her arm.

"Still doesn't answer why you're here. And if it's not underwear then what is it, Slim?"

"They're pajamas." she snapped.

"Oh, well, then, that's different." he replied and smiled down at hjer sizzling eyes.

"Anger becomes you, Mione. And I may have to mention you have the most incredible face I've ever seen." he added easily and enjoyed seeing the anger slowly faze into bewilderment.

"You know, professionally speaking, from one artist to another of course. But I'd like a little explanation just the same."

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A/N: I know I mentioned that Hermione was a famous muggle painter in the First Chapter and that Ron was a muggle photographer in the second chapter so yeah just a recap on that lolx. Oh, that nick name slim, long story on that. My friends from lacorsse called me slim because I'm to them a blonde stick lolx.

Anyways Ron and hermione talk, but theres more to this scence, so this is some-what of a cliff-hanger. Well Please do tell me what you think, I'd love to know what you think of it? Also Check out my other Stories ) and please review!