Disclaimer: All of the people, places, and things, belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. I only own the story.
"Any luck?" Ron asked, as he looked out of the window into the deserted street. The temperature was decreasing by the minute. Light snowflakes flew from the sky, littering the streets.
Ginny rubbed her gloved hands together, trying to warm them. Her face was pink from the cold. "No, where do you think he is?"
"I checked the his two favorite shops and the allies around them. Did he say anything about going somewhere?" Ron asked. Now the snow was falling harder and the wind was blowing harder. The snow was so thick Ron could barely see the stores in front of the store he was in.
"He wanted to go to the Leaky Cauldron but that was the first place I checked and I checked it thoroughly, I swear." Ginny said frantically. "Ron, we have to turn in. Look at the snow."
"But Jeffery could be out in it and I'm going to find him." Ron said, his face set with determination. He opened the door and entered the freezing streets.
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Hermione ran wildly to her daughter's room, bumping into furniture as she ran. She out her hands on the walls to steady herself. She broke down in tears as she saw Destiny lying on the floor.
"Mommy, I fell." Destiny whimpered through her tears. She raised her hands up in the air. Hermione made her way over to Destiny. Hermione looked at her beautiful daughter and the immense felling of guilt swallowed her. Everyday as the notes grew more and more threatening Hermione told herself that it would be the day she would go see Ron. But each day, she chickened out of seeing him, until that morning.
She had to get her daughter out of the flat. Hurriedly, she ran into both of their rooms, throwing random objects of clothing into a large trunk.
Destiny stood and watched. "Were we going?"
"A trip." Hermione answered shortly, throwing some toiletries into the trunk. Hermione had difficulty closing the trunk, and only succeeded by sitting on it. She mustered up her strength and pushed the trunk with all her might. It barely budged. She thought of levitating the trunk, but quickly dismissed the thought. She would not use magic.
By insisting the help of her neighbors, two college juniors, she got the trunk to her car. Then she picked up Destiny. "Ready to go?"
Destiny nodded, but asked, "Were we go?"
"Um, we're going to your grandparents house." Hermione replied as she set Destiny in the carseat. She buckled the buckle then ran her hand through Destiny's hair. "Don't worry, they'll love you... Maybe not me... But you."
"Why Meemaw and Poppa not like you?" Destiny asked.
Hermione chuckled. "It's not Memaw and Poppa. There some other people." Hermione answered, climbing into the driver's seat. She started the car, and they sped down the road. The entire trip was spent in silence as Hermione carefully maneuvered car through the thick snow that was falling from the sky. Finally, she pulled her car off the main road and began to drive on a small, country road.
Hermione pulled up in front of a large house that looked like it had to be held up by magic. "Where are we mummy?" Destiny questioned as she and Hermione stared at it.
"This darling, is the Burrow."
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There was a large crack as Ginny apparateed into the kitchen of the Burrow. "Mum, Dad!" she cried as she ran to the living room. "Jeffrey's in the…you!" Ginny snarled as she saw who was seated on the seat next to her parents. "You little, lying, cheating, leaving,w-"
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. Ginny shut her mouth and stared evilly at Hermione. She couldn't believe that the woman who broke her brother's heart so badly, had the audacity to show up at his house.
Hermione was tired of running and crying at the sign of any conflict. Knowing that this was not the way the old Hermione would act, she turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Destiny shifted in her lap.
"Who is that?" Ginny asked, pointing at Destiny. "Is she some child of the man you were having an affair with?"
Hermione looked at her and retorted. "As a matter of fact, Destiny is indeed Ron's daughter and I never had an affair. Now what were you saying about Jeffery?"
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Ron saw her, running down the hall of St. Mungo's. Her hair was flying out behind her, her face was pink from the cold, and she was heavily bundled with many odd jackets and sweaters, and yet she still looked beautiful. Though he had just seen her a few hours ago, she looked prettier than before. Ron pushed those thoughts from his head.
Hermione caught up with him. "How is he? Ginny told me you found him passed out in the middle of Diagon Alley. Is he ok?"
"Um yeah," Ron replied shakily, not used to talking this freely with Hermione. " The doctors say he is gonna be fine."
"Excuse me Mr. Weasley," a blonde female Healer cut in. "Jeffery is now available for you to visit him. Follow me," the Healer walked briskly down the hall. Hermione handed Destiny to Mrs. Weasley and ran down the hall to catch up with Ron and the Healer. She walked closely behind them. Suddenly she turned around, her blonde hair whipping Ron in the face. She asked Hermione, "Who are you?"
Not hesitating a bit, Hermione replied, "I am Jeffrey's mother."
Ron gaped, but shook his head at the nurse and they began to walk down the hall again. As they walked down the deserted hall, their footsteps vibrating of the sides of the wall, Ron thought about his situation with Hermione. Sure they hadn't divorced, but he wouldn't call Hermione his wife. Then what would he call her? His musing were cut off as the Healer opened a door.
"Here. You can only stay for a few minutes." The Healer said. Hermione and Ron stepped into the room. Jeffery lay palely in the hospital bed, his hair lying wetly against his forehead.
"Hey buddy." Ron said, walking up to his bed.
Blinking his eyes, Jeffery asked, "Daddy?"
"Yeah buddy. You were running off from Aunt Ginny and you passed out. You could have gotten seriously ill."
Jeffery tried to sit up. "Who is that?" H asked, pointing at Hermione.
Hermione walked timidly from her position at the door. "Hi Jeffery. You probably don't remember me, but I'm your mum."
Jeffery looked from Hermione to Ron, from Ron to Hermione, and began to shake his head violently. "You- you- cant be my mummy. You left Daddy, and me but I want to like you but…" he began to cry. Suddenly, the Healer entered the room and ushered them out.
"Sorry. He cant have too much excitement." She explained. "You can wait right here for a little while. You'll be able to see him soon." Hermione and Ron sat on a nearby bench.
"I think we should have that talk now." Hermione said. She took a deep breath and began to tell her tale.
A/N: I am soo sorry I wasn't able to updatesooner. I had a humungous writing project to do and I had fianls to study for. With all that studying and writing taking up my brain, when I tried to write it was horribble and I know you reviewers deserve more than horriblle.Now that school is over these chapters should come out quickly. sorry for the cliffie but I promise that you get to find out why hermione left in the next chapter. R&R please!