AN: Hello my friends! Yeah. I'm so bored. Well I won't be in a minute! Well… This is a very interesting chappie… I will probably rewrite it a million times... Well, all of the parts take place at the same time now! K? K!

"If one more person tells me I should name the boys Ryan and Roam or what ever the bloody hell they want, I'm going to rip their hair out and feed it to the giant squid!" Ginny screamed at Harry one night in their bed. Ginny pulled out the baby name book, and flipped through it for the millionth time. She handed one to Harry and he did the same.

It had become a tradition now, since Ginny was eight months pregnant. Every night before they went to sleep they'd try to find names. Harry was happy with just about anything, but Ginny… well, she was a bit more picky.

"How about Aaron?"

"That sounds a tad too American."

"Adam?"

"Maybe. If there's nothing better."

Harry sighed and slammed his book shut.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?

"What if we named them Harry and James?"

"Really?" He asked, Ginny smiled. He sounded hopeful.

"Yes! It would be fitting wouldn't it? They'll look alike, like you and your father did!"

Harry nodded quietly. "You're brilliant, Gin"

"I know. What about middle names?"

"I like Ron. And Sirius."

"WHAT?"

"Not like that! I just meant as middle names!

"Oh! Harry Ronald Potter. James Sirius Potter. Oh they'll love it!"

"Do you?"

"Of course I do! I'm going to have to star calling you Daddy won't I! And my daddy, Grandpa… Oh, and Ron will be Uncle Ron, and Percy will be Uncle Perc…"

Harry stopped listening. Quidditch had been extremely arduous , and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes and slept, looking forward to morning, as it was the weekend, only to be woken up by the sobs of the girl who lay next to him.

"Harry?" She sobbed, "Please, Harry! Something's wrong!"

AN: Oooohhhhh…. Cliffhanger….Mwahahahaha! Ha! Ha. Cough.

Ron took in several deep breaths, questioning for the eight millionth- no- nine millionth- time if he really was a Gryffindor. It would make sense. And more importantly (to Ron) it would help Draco forgive him.

Dear Draco,

I hope you understand that I managed to come up with the guts to tell you this. I'm sorry. I never should have betrayed your trust. I never should have been so cruel. But I still love you. I still need you more than I need air. Please, forgive me Draco.

Still Yours,

Ronald.

Ron sealed the letter and flooed it to Draco, and paced uncertainly. About half an hour later, a letter came back, and Ron eagerly ripped the seal.

Dear Weasel,

I hate you. You are a blood traitor and a weasel. You cheated on me for a fucking waiter. If you could actually hold your liquor this never would have happened. You're not a man. You're not even a boy. You're a nothing but a girl. And I am gay, so fuck off Weasel. I'll see you in hell, bitch.

Never yours,

Malfoy

Draco crumpled up the letter and threw it in the fire. He stood, watching it burn for a second, then grabbed the letter, hitting it with his sleeve to get the fire to go out. He tried to read through the charred lines and flakes of parchment and noticed that you could still read most of it. What he didn't notice, was the flame burning brightly on the hem of his robes.

AN: Neener neener neener! TWO cliffhangers! Ha! (Blows a raspberry.) HAHA! I am so evil… (smiles happily)

Hermione jumped around impatiently. She couldn't wait until Percy got here! They were putting themselves on the gift registries for every store they could find in the amount of time Hermione was supposed to spend at Hogsmeade.

Percy came through the gates, and Hermione ran at him. Percy rushed up the hill and grabbed her, swinging her around as they laughed.

"I missed you so much, Percy."

"I missed you more." He grabbed her hand and together they walked past Filch, who was eying the students with disgust. "How did your parents react? To the news, I mean?"

Hermione looked down at her ring, that was sparkling so brightly it was almost blinding. "Not well at all. They," She took a breath, "They kicked me out of the house. They told me they never wanted to see me again, and if I so much as talked to them, they'd burn me like they did my stuff. I've got nowhere to go, Percy, nowhere but your house that is. I'll understand if you'd rather wait until the wedding though."

"Hermione, you're nuts."

"Ok. I can move in with Ginny until the wedding, I suppose…"

"You're nuts to think I'd turn you away! Did you really think I'd make you live with my sister? I mean, she's fun and all, but when she delivers the twins…"

"Percy?"

"What?"

"I don't have anything but my stuff at Hogwarts. All I have is school clothes, books, and Crookshanks."

"Well then! We'll just have to put some of that stuff on our registry won't we?"

"You want to receive my clothes and stuff for our wedding?"

"Nope. But you're probably going to get a Bridal Shower won't you?"

"Seems like the kind of thing Ginny would do."

"After she's had the twins."

"Do you know if they're getting married?"

"Well, Harry asked Dad if he could propose, and he told Harry to wait until Ginny was of age by muggle law too." Hermione giggled at that.

"Knowing Harry, he'll probably propose the day after her birthday."

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What… occupation do you want to fulfill?"

"Oh! Well, I'd kind of like to join the ministry."

Percy's face lit up. "Really? Because there's an opening in The Hall of Records…"

"As in books?" Hermione smiled.

"Yeah! I could put in a good word for you… If you want." He finished a little shyly.

"Thanks so much Percy! You're a life saver!"

Percy puffed out his chest, and Hermione laughed. They were now outside the Wizarding department store, BUNCH O' STUFF, where they literally had everything.

The two walked in and began to scan random things they wanted (many of which included clothing and beauty appliances) with Percy's wand.

When they had wandered around the whole store they walked up to the counter, and Percy pulled out his wand. "compbio amor!" he shouted, and the list of items appeared on the wand-touch screen. He hit the save button with his wand, and proudly said "Percy Weasley and Hermione Granger, Wedding of December". Then when people went to look for wedding presents they could go to BUNCH O' STUFF and check the registry for Percy and Hermione.

"That's almost exactly the way a muggle wedding works." She said, and Percy nodded.

"We probably got the idea from muggles." He paused for a moment. "Too bad Harry had to live with the Dursley's for so long."

"Let's be glad he's here. I've seen some very mistreated children before." She sighed and looked around at her surroundings, without really seeing the bright sunlight or yellow-green grass.

"Hermione?"

"What?" She said, shaking her head to clear her mind from such saddening thoughts.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to have children…"

"Well, I'm not sure."

"Not sure you want to have children, or not sure you want to deliver them yourself?" Percy asked, and again, Hermione knew he already knew the answer.

"The second one. There are so many hungry and abandoned children in this world. I thought, maybe if we could adopt one of those children, a young witch or wizard (to avoid confusion), then I wouldn't feel so helpless." Hermione said with a nervous smile.

"That sounds perfect. I'll see what we can do." He wrapped his arms around her and they apparated in front of the school. "I'll miss you, Hermione."

"Then don't stay away for so long! I miss you too, you know."

"I won't. Let's see… How much longer until you graduate?"

"A month."

"I can't wait. In the meantime, I'll fix up the house a little. Okay?"

"Wonderful."

"I love how you say that. Say it again."

"Wonderful."

He laughed and kissed her until he ran out of breath. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Percy." She said, and with that she walked back to her Dormitory, skipping every once and a while, singing softly to herself.

"Close my eyes and move to

The back of my mind

Where worries are washed out to sea…"

Today was a beautiful day!

AN: Hell yeah! I got two cliffies on ya! Is Ginny in premature labor, or does she just need some peanut butter? Will Ron burn to a crisp or will he stomp out the flames? Who knows! Bum bum bum! And the song Hermione sang is "Yesterday's Feelings" by the Used. WEEEEeEEEeeEEeEEEE!