Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just had a lot of drama in my life. As it is now, I'm updating in school, during my midterm block.

Thanks for all the reviews, you guys really made my day.

There was a little bit of controversy over the last chapter, the ending. When I said that there were going to be little Harry's around, I used it as a play on words, because there are "little" Harry's running around already, Emily. So do you get it? Yeah, ha-ha

Chapter 4

Ron

"Ron's going to be so excited to see you." Ginny exclaimed. "So won't Mum and Dad."

"When are they coming over?" Hermione asked. She couldn't wait for to see them again, since it had been so long.

Hermione was leaning up against the wall, staring out the window. Ginny, on the other hand was sitting on the couch, relaxing.

"Later tonight, I think. But Ron will probably come over later, he always drops by." Ginny answered.

"How's he doing?"

"Fine I guess. He's still single you know." Ginny said. Hermione sent her a slightly evil grin. She did not like Ron before and she knew she never would.

"Don't even think about it."

"Why not?" Ginny asked grinning.

"I just… Don't want to date anyone right now."

"Why not, Emily needs a father." Ginny said, trying to argue her point.

"She has a father." Hermione answered. "He just doesn't know he is, yet."

"GINNY!" Harry called. Harry was upstairs, showing Emily all of his quiditch brooms. Ginny slowly walked away, leaving Hermione alone.

Hermione took a very deep breath. As much as she liked being here, she didn't want to. She was afraid of being in Harry's presence. She wondered what Ginny had thought of her, and what Harry did. Hermione knew Ginny mustn't have liked the fact that Harry had a daughter, even though she told her she was. Even though she kept telling her everything was fine, and that she was okay, but Hermione knew that deep down in Ginny's heart, she hated her, hated her for having Harry's baby. And who wouldn't? Hermione knew that she wouldn't like it if Harry and Ginny had a baby together.

'I would hate it.' She thought.

Hermione could not believe she had just thought that. She leaned even more against the wall, and slid down to the floor. She had now definitely become lost in thought, unsure about everything in her life. She knew that she should have just stayed away from them, far away from them.

Hermione could not believe, not at all. (AN- Is it just me, or does that sound like a Dr. Seuss book?) She still had feelings for Harry, and she knew that. That was another reason as to why she didn't want to come back and see him. She knew that those feelings would once again show up, and she couldn't ignore them. But, she knew she couldn't want him. He was marrying her best friend, and that was just plain wrong. She had to forget her feelings, or else leave.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Hermione looked up, expecting to see Harry, but it wasn't. Not even close.

"Ron," Hermione said excitedly. He helped her up, and then engulfed her in another huge hug.

"Great to see you again," He said. "You look great."

"You too Ron, you look so much older."

Ron was definitely a lot taller now. She couldn't believe he had actually gotten taller; he was a giant when she last saw him. His hair was still bright, bright red, but his hair was much, much shorter.

"How's it been?" He asked her. He truly had missed her, including all the fights that had come along with her being there. He wanted to hear about every detail of her life since the last time he had seen her.

"It's been pretty good, you?"

"Alright, I can't really complain. Where's my future brother in law and my sister."

"Somewhere upstairs I think." Hermione answered.

"Oh..."

Upstairs, Ginny and Harry heard something that Hermione didn't, the slight pop that meant Ron was there. Harry decided to lead Emily downstairs, so she could meet him. Harry and Ginny traveled down the stairs, with Emily close behind them.

"Hey Ron," Harry said. "Glad you could make it." He said. He was glad that after all these years the golden trio was finally reuniting.

Emily had just made it down the stairs, and Ron noticed her.

"Wo-ah" Ron said after making a few observations about her. "She looks like a smaller, girl version of Harry."

Ginny gave Ron a huge glare, and then she decided to defend Hermione. Hermione did not know what to say, she was glad Ginny stepped in for her.

"Ron, don't be stupid. She looks absolutely nothing like Harry. That's Hermione's daughter, Emily."

"Oh…" Ron said, still observing her.

Harry stood there, now staring completely at Emily. She did look like him, a lot. He then looked over to Hermione, and notice how much she looked like her. He then thought about himself, and noticed that she did have quite a few of the same features he did.

'Ginny said I wasn't.' He thought. 'Then it mustn't be I can't be.'

'But what if Ginny was lying to you?' He thought, everything in his mind trying to figure it out.

"Harry, HARRY!" Ginny called.

"What, oh sorry. What were you saying?" He said, facing reality once again.

"Rib was asking you if you wanted to go play quiditch with us, Ron and I, that is"

"Um… no, not today." Harry answered, making Ginny slightly disappointed.

"Alright, guess you three will have to be stuck here." Ginny said, trying to persuade Harry to go. She knew Hermione wouldn't go, as Hermione hated flying, and still had probably never ridden a broom before.

"That's fine. Bye, have fun." Harry said, still thinking very hard. He wanted to know if he was Emily's father, he needed to know.

Hermione got up and went upstairs. Emily slowly fathered behind her, wanting to follow her mother. Hermione knew what Harry had been thinking, and she didn't want to lie, especially not to him.

Harry sat downstairs in complete and utter silence. He wanted to know, but that would just be difficult. He didn't want to ask Hermione if he was the father, because it would just make matters very strange between the two of them.

'Maybe he has a boyfriend.' He thought.

But then he figured out that that couldn't be true, or else Hermione wouldn't have came her and lived with them for these few months. Harry knew that if she had a boyfriend, he wouldn't have let her come and live with her ex for these months.

'Maybe she didn't tell him.' He thought, but once again, he knew that wasn't true, Hermione wouldn't lie to someone she loved.

Harry then suddenly flashed back to reality. He got up and walked up the stairs to see what Hermione was doing. The conversation that they had would depend on whether he asked her or not.

This time, the door wasn't closed, it was wide open. Harry walked right in, and saw Hermione sitting on the bed. Emily was lying down right next to her, coloring. Hermione seemed out of it, as much as he had been before.

"Mione," He called, trying to bring her back to reality.

"Oh, hi." She said very quietly.

There was a short silence between the two of them. Harry hated silence, almost as much as Hermione did.

"I am really glad to have you back here. I really missed you." Harry said sincerely.

"I'm glad to be back, and I've missed you to…and the others." She added quickly.

"Then why'd you leave?" He asked. He wanted to get all the facts straight. Even though he didn't have feelings for her, he still cared about her, greatly.

Hermione pondered a moment on how she would answer this question. She had no idea what to say.

"Emily, can you do me a favor?" Harry asked her.

She nodded her head yes, excitedly.

"Can you go over to the toy box? There's a small toy golden snitch in there. Can you please find it for me?"

She got up and walked over there. He knew she would be there for quite a while. He didn't really want the snitch; he just wanted to be able to talk to Hermione alone.

"Look, Hermione, we need to talk, about Emily."

Hermione had suddenly got an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew what was coming.

"Is Emily mine?" he asked.

"What?"

"Am I Emily's father? Is that the reason why you left me?"

Hermione heard fully what he had said the first time; she just didn't want to believe it. How could he have guessed this? She knew Ron did give him a humungous clue, even if he was, just kidding.

Now, for the answer. Hermione right then and there wanted to tell Harry the truth. She had the perfect opportunity. She knew he needed to know. She knew he had a right to his own child.

"Harry it's… she's…"

Hermione really wanted to tell him, more than ever before. She knew he wanted to know too. She knew he wanted a child and would care for her, even if she wasn't Ginny's. What she didn't know was Ginny's reaction if she told him. She had a feeling this might affect the marriage, and their friendship.

But then again, Emily deserved the right to know who her father was. She was going to grow up, and one day asks who her father is. What was she going to do then, lie to her then? Was she supposed to lie for her whole life?

"Harry, she is…"

Flashback

"Look, Hermione." Ginny said. "Don't tell him alright. It's going to kill him, completely. He doesn't want to know. He doesn't want a child, I know that. He doesn't."

"But..." Hermione said, going to talk.

"Hermione, you're not telling him."

(End of Flashback)

"She isn't your child."

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