Again, I don't own anything! J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

Harry woke the next morning to a smell he had started to grow familiar to. Eggs, bacon and buttered toast. His stomach growled in eagerness.

He checked the clock on his nightstand and saw it read 8:30. He quickly climbed out of bed, stretched and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Sure enough, when he walked through the door, he saw Hermione standing at the stove busying herself with the eggs and bacon. Harry couldn't help but smile. For the last couple months, if she stayed over, she'd always make breakfast. Usually eggs, bacon and toast.

"Smells amazing Hermione." Harry said walking up behind her, startling her and making her almost drop the spatula she was holding.

"Merlin's beard Harry! Do you always have to sneak up on me like that?"

"I'm sorry Hermione! I'll shout the whole way down to the kitchen next time." Harry replied with a wink, which received an eye roll from Hermione, but as she turned around, he swore he saw a smile.

"Need help with anything?" Harry asked, eyeing the bacon.

"No, actually, everything is all done." Hermione grabbed the pans for the eggs and bacon and set them on the table while Harry grabbed the plate of toast and two glasses.

"What would you like to drink Hermione?"

"Pumpkin juice would be fine."

Harry grabbed the pumpkin juice and returned to the table, pouring them both a glass. They sat in silence and ate for a few minutes. Until Harry asked what he'd been wondering since last night.

"Are you still going to go to the Burrow later?"

Hermione sighed and stared at her plate for a few seconds before answering, but giving the answer to her plate as if it asked her. "I honestly really don't want to see him today." Finally she looked up and into Harry's eyes burning into them with her brown. Her eyes were already watering just at the thought of going and seeing Ron.

"So don't go. I can tell everyone you're sick."

"A majority of who is going to be there today will all know the real reason why I'm not there. And knowing Ron, he'll complain that I rejected him last night or something."

"Listen Hermione, just stay here and relax and read or organize the library. I'll leave a little early and talk to Ron and make sure he knows what he did. Wouldn't put it past Ginny if she already laid into him."

Hermione chuckled and gave Harry a small smile, "Thank you Harry. I think I'll take you up on the library offer." Her eyes lit up at the thought of books.

"No problem. Hey, if you want, you can dust and do my laundry also!" Harry joked, earning another eye roll.

"Don't push your luck Potter." Hermione threatened.

The rest of breakfast was spent talking about future jobs, how Teddy was doing and Hermione's thoughts on the library. After they finished, Hermione offered to clean up so Harry could shower quick and leave early.

After his shower, Harry quickly dressed and headed down the stairs and saw Hermione sitting on the couch reading a rather large, old book. At the sound of his footsteps, Hermione looked up at him.

"If you need anything, let me know with the coin. I'll probably only stay for a few hours, and when I get back, we can do something, okay? We haven't done something, just the two of us for a long time." Harry suggested to Hermione, who nodded in agreement.

"That sounds good Harry. Yeah, I don't believe it's been just us since we were on the hunt for the Horcruxes." A memory of them dancing in the middle of the tent flashed in his mind and he gave a slight smile.

"Help yourself to anything Hermione. Me casa, es su casa."

"Alright Harry. Thank you again." She added softly, her chocolate brown eyes burning into his once again.

"It's no problem Hermione." He turned to his fireplace and on the mantle, he grabbed some floo powder of the jar he kept there. With a yell of "The Burrow!" and a flash of green, he was gone.

Harry stumbled on to the floor of the Burrow. I should have just apparated. Harry thought raising his head off the floor only to meet Ron's guilty eyes.

"Hey." Ron said in a very quiet voice from his seat on the couch.

"Hi." Harry replied, raising himself off the ground, dusting his shirt and pants off while he thought of what to say to Ron.

"How upset is she?" Ron broke the silence and spoke up first.

"Very. But she has every right to be upset Ron. You were way out of line. And you embarrassed her. Yeah, you were drunk, but you need to respect her boundaries Ron! You're my best friend, but so is she. If you do something like that again, I'll bat boogey hex you worse than Ginny ever has!" Harry let it all before he could stop himself.

Ron looked at him with his eyes wide and his skin pale. "I-I-I never plan on doing that again, Harry. Trust me."

"Good."

Ron opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted by a "Harry!" Mrs. Weasley came at him with open arms and huge smile. Soon, Harry was in a bone crushing hug.

"When did you get here?" Mrs. Weasley asked, finally letting go.

"About a minute ago. How are you doing?"

"Oh just wonderful Harry! Arthur got a big raise!" She exclaimed, her eyes shinning.

"That's wonderful!" Harry replied with a grin, knowing how much the Weasleys deserved this.

"Mum! The water is boiling! What do I do know?" Ginny's voice floated in from the kitchen, carrying an impatient tone with it.

"Oh! You put the noodles in the water Ginny."

"How much?"

"Oh Ginny, for Merlin's sake, I already told you how much to put in there, three times!" Mrs. Weasley hurried back into the kitchen. Harry heard hers and Ginny's voices mixing with each other in annoyance.

"What is that all about?" Harry asked, turning back to Ron.

"Mum is trying to teach Ginny how to cook. She thinks she'll find a guy faster that way. Unless.." Ron trailed off and raised his eyebrows at Harry.

"No, Ron. We've been over this before. The feelings just aren't there anymore. For either of us."

After the war, Harry and Ginny got back together but something was different between them. Their dates felt more like two friends hanging out and kissing her was just like their lips touching and nothing else. No sparks or butterflies in the stomach.

"Well, I tried." Ron said shrugging just at the fireplace turned green and a blonde came tumbling out of it.

"Hello Luna!" Both Ron and Harry greeted her as she stood up and brushed herself off.

"Well hello guys!" Luna replied in her dreamy voice as she hugged Harry and Ron. Harry noticed Luna lingered a little longer on Ron's hug and when she pulled away, her pale complexion had a pink tinge to it. Before he could ponder much longer, Bill and Fleur opened the door carrying a pie. Soon, the Burrow was filled with the Weasley's and friends.

Ron pulled Harry aside and whispered, "Is Hermione coming today?" Knowing she was the only one missing and hadn't showed up.

"No, if anyone asks, she's sick." Harry replied.

Ron sighed and replied, "I better give her a day to cool off. I'll talk to her tomorrow."

Harry just nodded his head as Mrs. Weasley announced lunch was ready and was going to be outside.

"Oh Ronald, should we make sure there is some left over for Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Suddenly, it was quieter as everyone who was there last night turned and looked at Ron.

"She's not coming today Mum, under the weather." Ron replied, scooping some food onto his plate and avoiding everyone's eyes. Bill must have sensed something was up and immediately asked George how the shop was doing.

Conversation picked up from there and Ron and George talked of all their plans for the shop. Even said they might do a line in Fred's honor of his favorite things. This made Molly tear up and blow loudly into her napkin.

Ron leaned into Harry and whispered, "Don't tell Mum yet, but I have almost enough money saved up to get my own place. It might not be much, but it'll do."

"Congrats mate." Harry replied quietly.

There was a clinking of glass. Everyone turned and looked at Bill and Fleur who stood up and had big smiles on their faces.

"We have an announcement to make." Bill said, turning and looking at Fleur who looked like she was about to explode with excitement.

"We are expecting!" Fleur exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement any longer. Soon, everyone had the couple engulfed in hugs and congratulations. And the conversation centered around baby names and plans for a nursery.

An hour later, Harry turned and waved at everyone before disapparating on the spot to the front porch of The Grimmauld Place.