Chapter 6

Okay…Emily does not own Harry Potter, that's copyrighted to JKR. Blah, blah you know the drill!


A/N: Alright, well…I've read through chapter 5, and I'm leaving it. BUT I'm going to try to make chapter six longer!
SPECIAL THANKS: BigDaddyThaddy…Gave me a marvelous idea…and I'm going to spin off of that…So thanks for that! .


Harry and Hermione were lying in bed well into the afternoon talking. It wasn't everyday that your best friend tells you that they love you after all. Just as they had settled down and were very comfortable with themselves, a muffled crack was heard from somewhere in the house.

"Hermione, what was that?" Harry asked, drawing the sheets up to his waist.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it sounded like an apparition." Hermione pondered. The two were almost too scared to move.

"Hermione that was definitely an apparition, I hear voices out there."

"Shhh…If we're quiet they might leave. They might think we're not here."

"Hermione! Are you in there?" The muffled voices were closer to the door now.

"Well of course she is, the door is shut. No doubt locked I'll bet 7 sickles to it."

"Oh bloody hell! Harry, you have to hide!" Hermione stood quickly and pushed Harry out of the bed. A loud thump was heard and the voices halted outside the door.

"Hermione! That hurt!" Harry whispered to her. She frantically gestured for him to move and fast! A knock was heard from the bedroom door. Hermione flicked her wand and the lock clicked.

"Pay up, the door's locked!"

"How about dinner later?"

"Done then. Hermione! Open up, we know you're in there!...Do you think Harry's in there?"

"You heard them at dinner, they're not shagging."

"Yet…"

"Would you listen to them talking about us like that?" Hermione whispered, pulling her silk robe about herself and tying it tightly around her waist. Harry grinned and stood behind the door as Hermione unlocked it and opened the door slightly.

"Ron? Luna? Ginny….and Draco…Um…Pleasant surprise…What can I do for you?" She asked, nervously.

"Well funny story 'Mione. We went to Harry's flat and…He wasn't there. We've been thinking a lot…You and Harry are together, what if after our little family row last night, Harry came here." Ron said.

"Oh did you now?" Hermione asked, feeling her cheeks get hot. "Well…would it matter if he was here, I mean he's not but would it?"

"Well it wouldn't matter per se, but then we'd know." Ginny said.

"Know what exactly?" Hermione asked. Ron and Draco looked at each other and backed away slightly.

"Ginny not now…" Ron started.

"Shut up Ron. I'll bet Harry's in there."

"Gin, why don't you do us all a favor and sod off. I don't think anyone's told you this but ever since you've come back you've been a real prat." Hermione said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well ever since you've been with Harry you've been quite the prat yourself, prancing around and whatnot." Ginny retorted. Hermione had had enough.

"Ginerva...I think we need to talk. What is with you lately? You leave with Draco, and come home 8 years later, and now you're all in a tiff about me and Harry dating. You've got Draco, and judging by that ring on your finger that I doubt everyone has noticed, you're engaged. Whether or not I'm with Harry shouldn't be any of your concern at all. Why don't we all just, I don't know…Breathe."

"Hermione Granger you astound me. You really think this has anything to do with me being jealous? Oh no no no. Really…It's about you not being good enough." Ginny told her.

"Ginny! What's gotten into you?" Her brother asked, completely thrown off at what his sister had just said.

"Ginny, why? We were friends at one time you remember? Why is it that I'm suddenly not good enough?"

"Hermione! Of all the years we spent together, couldn't you tell how jealous I was? You got the grades, you've had the looks, you have Harry! You've had everything I've ever wanted…I had the biggest internal struggle when I found I had feelings for Draco…I didn't know whether or not I wanted to stay and try for Harry again, or just to let it go…And then when I come home, engaged and happy…the fuss isn't about me, it's about when you and Harry are going to get married, and when you and Harry are going to come over." Ginny's eyes began to water and she held her arms around herself. "For once, I want something to be about my happiness. You have Harry…You have your job…You have everything!" Tears streamed down Hermione's face at the sight of Ginny. With out thinking, she rushed forward and embraced the younger witch. Ron and Draco were stunned into dropped jaws and silence as they watched the two girls crying.

"Gin, I'm sorry! I didn't mean….It's just…I'm so sorry!" Hermione sobbed.

"Hermione you're right, I've been a git! I know you didn't mean to do this!"

It was then that Harry decided to come out of Hermione's room. He looked around bewildered at the scene before him. "Well, this has been a lovely morning, who's hungry?" He asked. Everyone looked up…It was Ginny who laughed first. Soon, everyone was laughing, and in heaps of hysterics. It was an odd morning.

Later

Hermione and Harry were walked hand in hand through Diagon Alley. Causing several heads to turn in their wake, they chatted merrily about anything and everything. Stopping into various different shops, and looking around at everything, the pair was genuinely enjoying the other's company.

"Harry, lets get coffee?" Hermione asked him and smiled.

"Well yeah sure." Gripping her hand the two tore through the crowd to get to The Three Broomsticks. Opening the door, the bell chimed and everyone looked up. All chattering ceased and the couple walked in. It was then that someone in bright scarlet robes stood up, the jewels in her horn rimmed glasses glittering at them.

"Harry lets go, I don't want to talk to that woman." Hermione whispered.

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger! It's Rita Skeeter, I know you remember me?" She said almost as if they had been old school mates.

"How could we forget, you ran our names in the mud and almost got our favorite teacher sacked." Harry said rather loudly. "It's too full in here, come on 'Mione."

Heading out the way they came, they came out into the crisp September air. The leaves had just begun to turn to the brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows, and the sky was cloudless.

"It's a beautiful!" Hermione breathed, she couldn't remember the last time she noticed the fall colors in late September.

"Yeah, it is." Harry agreed. Hermione turned to find him staring straight at her. A tint of blush crept across her face as he said this and Hermione turned away. Harry chuckled.

"Hermione, why do you do that?" Harry asked. He pulled Hermione in front of him and wrapped his arms around her waist. A few elderly people passing by shot them reproving looks.

"Do what?" Hermione asked, not meeting his gaze. She glanced around and then resolved to look at her own hands which were pressed against Harry's chest.

"That. When I attempt to compliment you, you turn away, or ignore it."

"Harry, I just, don't know how to take compliments gracefully."

"Well try. For me at least." Harry said tilting her chin up so that her eyes met his. Hermione smiled at him.

"Alright, I'll try." She said softly to him. Harry leaned in slowly and pressed a feather light kiss to her lips.

"How about that coffee?" He asked her, smiling. They took hands again and walked in the direction of The Leaky Cauldron.

Sitting in the dimmed lights of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and Hermione were sipping at two steaming cups of cappuccino.

"Harry, do you ever think about what the world is going to be like 10 years from now?" Hermione asked absently, staring into the depths of her drink. Harry thought for a minute and sipped his beverage.

"I do every now and then. I've decided that I don't care much what the rest of the world is going to be like. I just think about my own."

"What do you think about?" She asked him. This was by far one of the deepest conversations the two have had.

"Well, I figure one day, I'll want to be married. After marriage, I figure I'll want kids. I really do like them you know?" He laughed slightly. "I want to live the life my parents had, minus the murdered part." Harry told her smiling.

"Yeah, I've always thought about marrying someday. But with the war, and work, I've never really had time to ever really connect with anyone. I've always wanted children too. My mum would laugh at me when I was younger because I always had that one little doll that I carried everywhere. Her name was Ramona." Hermione laughed at the memory. "That's when I decided I wanted to be a mother myself."

The two were silent for a few minutes. Sensing the awkwardness, Harry stood up.

"Well, it's been a trying day. Ready to go home?" Hermione took one last sip of her now lukewarm cappuccino and stood.

"Absolutely." Hermione stood and smoothed her jean out and donned her cloak. Waiting for Harry at the door while he paid for their bill, she glanced out the window. Seeing a family didn't usually faze her…But here there was the mother and father. A little boy was running no more than 8 feet in front of them and the mother was carrying a tiny enfant. Hermione smiled wistfully. Oh how she wanted to have her own future with her own children and husband.

"Ready to go, love?" Harry asked opening the door for her. Hermione smiled up at him and lead the way out of the pub.

Again…Later.

Hermione was pacing her flat fidgeting with her wand. She was attempting to make some drastic changes to her flat and had shrunken all of her belongings. She had no idea what to do with her living room. Leaning against her wall, she heard a knock at the door.

"I'll never get this done if people keep knocking on my door." She thought out loud but went to answer anyways. Looking through the peep hole she saw Fred standing there. Sighing she put on a smile and opened the door.

"Hey there Hermione! How are you?" Fred asked hugging her.

"What can I do for you Fred?" She asked gesturing him inside. "Sorry for the lack of furniture, I'm redoing my flat." Closing the door she turned around to find him sitting in her living room floor.

"Actually Hermes, I need your advice on something really big and important." He said, grinning at her. Hermione joined him on the floor.

"Yeah and what might that be?"

"It's really big Hermes."

"Don't be a git…Tell me what it is!" She said pushing him playfully.

"Well you know, after we broke up," here Fred paused, "I started talking to Katie Bell, and well we've been together for about a year now, and I've known her all through school. Hermes, I want to ask her to marry me." Hermione smiled.

"Fred! That's wonderful! When do you want to do it?" She asked him excitedly. A perplexed look came across Fred's face as he thought about it.

"I…I don't know Hermione. I can't figure out when or how to ask her. That's why I came here."

"You came to ask me where you should ask Katie to marry you." Hermione looked at him quizzically. Fred just nodded at her. "Well, I suppose…" Hermione stopped and had to think for several minutes before her face brightened. "Why not take her back to the quidditch pitch at Hogwarts!" Hermione said enthusiastically. Fred looked at her, slightly confused. "Don't be daft Fred. Play a little one on one with her, and when you're both tired…Or when she is really…Ask her to marry you! It'll be perfect!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Mione! You're brilliant!" Fred hugged Hermione really tight and sprang up from the floor. "I have to go and buy her the ring first you know."

"Well get going!" Hermione said. They hugged again and Fred apperated from her flat. Hermione rested against the wall of her hall way. Fred was getting married, Ron was married, Ginny was engaged. Maybe Hermione didn't have everything after all.


Again..Special thanks to Thaddy who gave me an Idea of how to start this chapter off!