Yay! Chapter two! ENJOY! I own nothing but the plot! Wait, that isn't a good thing. goes and fires whoever writes the teleprompter Oh, wait, that's me. Never mind. Continue.

Chapter 2 -- Talk of the Past and Future

"Hey," Harry said softly, slowly walking over to Hermione, making sure she could see he would do no harm before he was able to place a hand on her head, then slide it down to cup her cheek, gently forcing her to look up at him, all while he continued to talk in the same soft voice he had adapted just for her when she reverts back to the memories of living with her father, "You're fine. Nobody was going to hurt you, and, even if they did, they would have to answer to me," he said as an attempt to get her to smile, but it didn't work, so he continued, "Calm down, Mione. We're all alone now. Just you and me. Relax. That was just Fred and George's idea of a laugh. They didn't know that you would react this way. They hardly understand what you've gone through. Not very people do, but a lot more than we tend to think."

"Harry?" she spoke so softly, that he thought that she was about to cry, even though her eyes seemed to be rid of excess tears.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about, umm, settling down? and starting a family?" she asked timidly, as though afraid of what his response would be. Harry, the other hand, thought this question had basically come out of nowhere.

"Mione, where'd that come from?

"Just answer," she said, her voice cracking as a new wave of tears came up, "honestly."

"Well, I'm engaged to you, so of course I've thought about settling down. About starting a family, I wanted to wait and make sure you were ready, and that doesn't include being only eighteen years old," he said, this time accomplishing in getting her to smile.

"I know," she said, starting to sound like her normal self again, "I was just wondering."

"Do you want a family?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Mmm," Harry moaned slightly, as their lips touched in a soft, but passionate, kiss, "Well, how about this? I promise you a kid or two, if you promise me it isn't until after we get married. Deal?"

"Deal," Hermione said, bypassing his outstretched hand, and kissed him again, running her hand through his soft, Potter hair, while he wrapped his arms around her waist, trailing his hands up and down her back.

"Oi!" a loud yell from the hallway knocked them out of their torpor after a few minutes, "What are you two doing in there?" it yelled, "This party is for you two and Ron, and so far you two aren't there. How long does it take to dry off?"

This made them realize they hadn't even dried off, and Hermione's bra was still very visible. Harry quickly ran his wand over him and Hermione, muttering a drying spell, and they stepped out into the hallway, running into a very impatient Ginny.

"Sorry," Harry said, "we were talking, and I guess we lost track of time."

"Talking, my foot," Ginny said, "I heard no talking. Snogging is probably more like it, and in the bathroom, of all places."

Neither of them had anything to say to this, so the three of them returned to the party in silence. Once they got downstairs, nearly everybody asked Hermione if she was all right, and, while she said she was, Harry stuck by her, and didn't let her out of his sight until the party ended about three hours later (about 10:00 pm).

"Ready to go?" Harry asked her after Mrs. Weasley ushered them out, insisting that she'll clean it up, and they should get some rest.

"If you are," Hermione said, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they felt the now-familiar sensation of being squeezed through a pipe.

When they appeared back in their house in Godric's Hollow, which used to belong to Harry's parents, Hermione yawned and insisted that she needs to sleep, and that Harry should do the same, seeing as he needed to get up early the next day for Auror training, so they laid down together and drifted into dreamland together.

A/N:

I know; bad ending, but this would be chapter two. I shall have the next chapter up ASAP. TTFN. R&R Please! sad-puppy eyes