Chapter Seven

"Hermione," a voice shouted down the St. Mungo's corridor. "Healer Granger." Reagan Pickle walked into the trauma unit of St. Mungo's hospital. The unit had been set up several years ago, with so many people badly injured in the war and the aftermath someone in the ministry had set up what Hermione called "an A and E" for those seriously injured in accidents.

"Hermione," Reagan repeated.

"Reagan this is a hospital wing a little quieter please."

"Sorry Hermione." Reagan whispered.

"Its ok," she smiled "did you have something important to say Reagan?"

"Yeah sorry Jackson Cole is downstairs from the auror department he wants to speak to you."

"Give me five minutes."

"Sure." Hermione turned back to her patient. "Those spells Mr. Pawlin that we cast on your heart will improve the blood flow and it has healed the injury. You will need blood replenishing potions for several days but you make a full recovery. Ready Reagan?" Hermione asked the trainee healer stood beside her.

"So Jackson?" Hermione asked as she entered the foyer at St. Mungo's "what's the big rush?"

"They've captured Thorfinn Rowle Hermione."

"What?" She said "for five years the last few death eaters have been on the run and suddenly they've been captured."

"Something you said must have struck a cord with Kingsley. That man is like a bloodhound, always finds what he's looking for."

"Was there anyone else with Rowle?" Hermione asked.

"Not the man you described but they did find Draco Malfoy."

"What?"

"Malfoy apparently whatever outfit Rowle was running Malfoy was working with him. Kingsley needs you to come to the ministry Hermione."

"Me why?" She asked.

"You're the only person who has seen Rowle in recent years, they need you to identify him."

"Ok."

"Kingsely has squared it you have the afternoon off."

"Fine." Hermione shook her head.

"Hermione," Kingsley smiled as she entered the courtroom.

"Hi Kingsley."

"Sorry to drag you about but you are the only person who can really do this."

"Its fine Kingsley." Hermione smiled. Kingsley motioned to Jackson who slightly theatrically yelled.

"Bring the prisoner in."

"Really Jackson?" Hermione asked "that's your best line."

"Yup," he smiled. As their conversation was ongoing Rowle enraged into the courtroom bound to the large chair in the centre by magical bonds.

"That is Thorfinn Rowle Hermione?" Kingsley asked "the man who attacked you?"

"Yes."

"Thank you Hermione I might need you to testify in the future."

"Sure Kingsley. Are you finished?"

"Yes why got anywhere exciting to go?"

"No," Hermione smiled "just home apparently you sorted it so I could have the afternoon off."

"Yes I did."

"Thank you Kingsley. I love my job but..."

"You could do with an afternoon off."

"Something like that." She smiled.

"Two o'clock." Hermione looked at her watch "Ron should be back from training." She headed down to the atrium and disappareted into a quiet supermarket in one of the suburbs of London. She picked up some bread and the ingredients for paella, Hermione's favourite, as well as a bottle of wine.

"A night in?" The cashier asker her as she paid for her groceries.

"Something like that." Hermione smiled. She apparated into her living room, after the attempted abduction Hermione felt weird about apparating into alleyways and even parks and usually just reappeared into her kitchen.

"Ron," she shouted "I got-" she stopped abruptly her brow creased in confusion. She could near something in her bedroom. "Ron," she shouted again, still no reply hesitantly and with her wand drew Hermione inched her way through the kitchen and into her bedroom. The door was ajar as she approached it and the noises were becoming louder Hermione inched her way around the door what she saw almost made her heart break.

Lying on his back was Ron. He wasn't wearing anything and his face was screwed up in a face Hermione knew too well. Straddling him was a slim blonde, her long platinum hair flat down her back and she was making a range of noises that rivalled scenes Hermione had seen in movies.

"Oh God Ron."

"Jenna you are-"

"I know yes."

"Ron." Hermione said the word was said almost as if it was a question but in truth Hermione knew it was him from the second she had stepped into the room. The wine bottle she hadn't realised she was holding slipped from her hand and smashed causing the red wine to begin staining the cream carpet red.

"Hermione." Ron looked up pushing the girl off him he got off the bed "it isn't what-" he began.

"It isn't what it looks like?" Hermione questioned incredulously. "Because it looks to me like you were screwing some bimbo."

"Bimbo?" The girl said but Hermione and Ron ignored her.

"It was a mistake it only hap-"

"And I don't care Ron if it was once or a hundred times you had sex with another girl in our bed."

"I didn't mean. It was an accident"

"What so you accidentally met her and accidentally charmed her into your bed and then were both accidentally undressed?" She asked Ron sarcastically.

"Well no obviously."

"So it wasn't an accident then was it." She shouted.

"Hermione." Ron went to grab her arm.

"Don't touch me." She cried. "And when I come back I expect you to be gone."

"Hermione," Ron cried leaning forward but with a loud pop she disappeared. Hermione re-appeared in the first place she thought of: Harry and Ginny's kitchen.

"Hey Hermione," Harry waved "Ginny's made pasta do you..." he didn't finish the sentence because at that moment he looked up and saw Hermione's face. Her eyes were swollen and tears were brimming in her eyes. "Hermione are you ok?"

"Ron cheated on me I caught him in bed with some girl." She said the sentence so passively that Harry thought he had heard wrong. Before she rushed forward and grabbed him in a hug.

"Harry?" A very pregnant Ginny walked into the kitchen. "Hermione are you ok?"

"Ron cheated on her." Harry whispered over Hermione's shoulder.

"He did what?" Ginny shouted. Harry let go of Hermione and pulled a face at his wife.

"Gin your jeans have a stain at-"

"My waters have broken." She shouted "I'm going into labour."