Hey guys! Sorry it has taken me so long to get this up. I have been really busy with my trip to Spain and my last semester of undergraduate. I finally graduated! So now I will have a bit more time to write. I will be trying to apply to graduate school and interviews, so don't expect weekly or anything. But I will try to finish before the summer is over. Enjoy!

Hermione

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Given that no one knew about her love for Harry, Hermione tried to squash her feelings for her best friend. Over the years, it had become easier and easier to stop reading into the things he did or to slow her heart rate whenever his eyes met hers. She never stopped loving him but she hid her "symptoms" quite well.

But that kiss! How was she to react? No, no. It was an accident. You shouldn't read into it at all, she chastised herself. An accident, an accident, yes. Nothing more. She kept this stream of thoughts as she walked home. Because she'd been so distracted, she apparated near the Burrow instead. She was lucky not to get splinched. However, given her circumstance, she was grateful for the walk because it gave her time to get herself in order, meaning not look flustered when she got home.

By the time she got home, she was flustered anyway as apparently the wind decided to try and carry her away. Her wild hair was made even wilder by the time she opened the door.

"Hey Herrrr… Wow, did you stick your finger into one of those eklectrikity plugs or whatever?" Ron, who had been walking down the hall way past the front entrance, stopped mid step to stare at his wife.

"It's electricity Ron. And no I did not. I went for a walk and the wind decided to have a go with me, except it was not fun. NOT. ONE. LITTLE. BIT!" Hermione stated, trying to flatten her hair with her hands.

"Here love," Ron slipped a hair band from his wrist. At the questioning look from his wife he replied, "Rosie wanted me to braid her hair. I don't think it came out the way it was supposed to though."

"Good. I thought you were subtly telling me you wanted to grow your hair out like Bill's."
She angrily tied her hair back, "No way will that be happening." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I quite like your hair the way it is." She whispered seductively. "In fact," she twirled a stand of hair at the nape of his neck between her fingers, "I enjoy running my hands through your hair very much."

Ron groaned and grabbed her hips, pushing them against the closet door. "But you wouldn't like my hair if it were long like Bill's?" He questioned, running his hands up and down the sides of her body.

"Mmm. No I don't think so." She tilted her head to allow Ron, who was busy kissing her neck, more access.

"Then I don't think I'll do that." He whispered against her neck.

"Please don't." She whispered, her voice thick with lust. Ron had pulled back to look at Hermione. Her eyes sparkled with love and lust.

"Why don't you show me how much you love my hair while the kids are distracted." Ron whispered. With this remark, Hermione kissed him deeply and they made their way to the bedroom.

Harry

I just kissed Hermione Granger-Weasley. Oh shit. Too bad it didn't turn out to be more. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING POTTER? Harry shook his head violently to try and clear the not-so-innocent images of him and his best friend from his mind. He was oh-so-glad to have a week before his next session so he could cool his mind. That's the last thing you need Potter, a boner while your spilling your secrets to your best friend. How attractive! He shook his head one more time before spending the day with his children.

In the middle of the week, a strange owl arrived at the Potter residence.

"Dad! Dad! The's a'wl at th' win'ow" Albus said with a mouthful of potatoes.

"Albus, don't speak with your mouth full. While Uncle Ron normally eats in this manner, it's not socially acceptable anywhere else." Harry educated his son while standing to receive the waiting bird at the window. After reaching his hand through the window to get the rather thick envelope, Harry was apparently not quick enough to remove his hand as the blasted bird bit his finger.

"BLAST!" Harry cried, sucking his finger to stop the blood. "That makes two foul fowls to bite me in this life! Ha, kids. Get it? Foul, fowl?" He tried to joke as to not scare his children with blood. Something Harry, James and Albus all had in common was their immense dislike of blood. And because of their age, it really disturbed the children.

"Very, very funny Dad," James deadpanned.

"You're comedic gold, that you are." Albus snickered.

"At least I tried. That's all that counts, so says McGonagall! Or rather, that's what she told me all my years of Hogwarts while I was probably failing out." Harry tousled the hair of James affectionately before returning to his chair. After cracking the seal and unfurling the parchment only a quarter of the way, he asked his children if he could be excused.

"Why d'you need to be excused Dad? You're the 'adult' here." James responded. Always being witty and smart mouthed often got him in trouble, but this time his father was far too occupied to reprimand his son. "What no come back? C'mon Dad."

"Son… I suggest you take your brother and sister with you to another part of this overly large, expensive house now. I'd rather not…express myself right now. I need to phone your Aunt Hermione before some major remodeling takes place." Harry struggled to get out.

"Alright, c'mon sissy. Time for a trip to Albus's room." James picked up Lily from her high chair while Albus grabbed what was left of her food.

Trying to reign in his anger and NOT murder his telephone (or other electronics near by), Harry decided a floo call was better.

"Hermione! Hermione!" His head stuck out into his best friend's house.

He heard the sound of chairs scraping the floor and felt slightly guilty he was interrupting their dinner. But, he knew he had to talk to Hermione and Ron. This was something only his two best friends could help him deal with.

"Harry? What are you doing? Don't you know it's the most important time of day? It's food time mate!" Ron grumpily replied into his fireplace.

"Ron, you know that's not polite, and if that were indeed true, you have three, possibly four or five, favorite times of day." She gently shoved Ron out of the way to see Harry. "What's up Harry? Surely it must be important as you've clearly interrupted your 'food time' as well."

"I didn't…how would you- ooohhh…" he realized he had baby food down the left side of his face from Lily throwing a hissy fit at her stringed carrots. "Well, yes it is important. Would it be alright for me to come over? I'd rather the children not hear what I have to say." He tried to hide the shame from showing in his expression.

Ron instantly changed his mood to his supportive role, or rather as emotionally supportive as he could be. He knew that was Hermione's forte (along with reading, writing, academics and so forth) while his was being muscle and strategy. "Sure mate. I'm gonna put the kids in front of the tele in our room."

Hermione and Ron stepped aside as Harry floo'ed over. Once he was in their house, he wasn't sure he understood how he was feeling. There was anger, oh yes. But there was also a feeling of being ashamed. His life shouldn't be falling apart this badly, nor should he need the counsel of his best friend every week.

"Alright mate, the kids are occupied and the volume is a bit louder so they can't hear us." Ron re-entered the room and rubbed his hands together, a gesture that mean he was unsure of how he should behave.

In response, Harry threw the stack of papers at Ron and Hermione. They each read the papers and were shocked. Ron was the first to speak up.

Ron

"What does my sister think she's doing?" His hands were shaking and he was trying very hard to not yell.

The papers before him and his wife were that of divorce papers. They stated "irreconcilable differences" as the main cause for the divorce. Ron knew they'd been having problems for quite some time, but he thought they would deal with it. He and Hermione had their fair share of hard times, right in the beginning of their marriage to boot. But they had talked about it together and with some outside help and decided it was more important to be together because they loved each other. Clearly his sister did not feel the same way.

"Mate, I don't know what to say. She's my sister, but you're family too." Ron rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get his thoughts in order. "I don't understand her. I know you were fighting, but was it really so bad?" He felt terrible for his best mate. He couldn't understand the situation at all because he and Hermione had taken the time to work things out. They created a family of love and talked out every fight.

"Apparently it was…" Harry stared at the floor, sadness overwhelming him. "I don't even… I can't begin to process this. But maybe it is for the best. I don't want to be fighting with Ginny in front of the children."

Hermione

"It has been stated that parents who stay together simply for the sake of a child isn't best. It creates a toxic environment and it is not best for the child. Sometimes, having two separate and loving homes is best." Hermione said.

She began to worry about court battles and custody battles. This could tear everyone apart. Ron was obligated to side with Ginny. She was his sister. Hermione was obligated to follow Ron because he was her husband. Where would that leave Harry? She began to worry what this might do to her relationship with Ron. Prepare for the worst, expect the best would soon become her new mantra.

"I'm sorry I threw all of this at you. I just didn't know how to… I don't know how to handle things but I should get back to my children. I hope she doesn't go for full custody." Harry hung his head in defeat and walked back to the fireplace.

Not knowing overcame her, she ran to him and hugged him from behind. "Everything will work out the way it was meant to. Have faith in that." She whispered to him.

He wrapped his arms around hers and squeeze. "Thanks 'Mione." With that, he stepped back into the green flames and went home to his children.

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