Okay, it's not Sunday, I had a few minutes to spare, so it's early. Here's the new chapter.

Read, review, and enjoy. Next one really won't be up until Sunday.

Reunions and Realizations

5 Days Later…

Hermione sat outside under her favourite tree.

Bill, Percy, Fred and George were all at the Burrow. They all came as soon as they heard

that their youngest bother was still alive.

Harry was at work, and Hermione had taken the day off.

Ron was inside with his family, and today he actually remembered them, truly

remembered them.

Hermione remembered exactly how it happened. Ron's four brothers walked into the

Burrow and immediately crowded around him. Mrs. Weasley began to cry as she

watched all of her sons. Ron turned around to face his parents and then looked back at his

siblings. Suddenly his face changed; looked more relaxed. A big smile spread across his

face.

"Hey mum," Ron said, walking over and hugging her. "I'm back," he whispered.

This is when Hermione slipped out of the house, not wanting to interfere. She wondered

just how much Ron had remembered. Did he remember Harry and her?

Over the past few days Ron's magic greatly improved. Infact, Harry, Ron and Hermione

had gotten closer, also. He didn't remember them yet, but it was starting to feel like they

were the Golden Trio again. She wished he would remember. Why did everything have to

be so complicated.?

Tears started rolling down her face.

Hermione had just come back from seeing Mia, and discovered something she didn't

know.

Mia told her that she knew her Daddy was alive, and asked Hermione why he hadn't

come to see her yet.

Hermione was totally shocked. "Who told you that Daddy was back at home?" she asked.

"Ron," she said, pointing to her cousin.

"Are you mad Auntie 'Mione?" he asked.

"No kiddo," she said, ruffling his hair.

"I want to see Daddy," Mia said.

"You will," Hermione said, trying to sound calm. "Soon."

"You promise, Mommy?" Mia asked.

"I promise, baby."

Hermione's recalling of the day's events came to a stop when she heard someone walking

over to her. She wiped her eyes quickly.

"Why are you out here by yourself?" Ron asked, taking a seat next to her.

"I didn't want to interrupt your family time in there," she answered.

"Mum said that you're officially family, so you wouldn't have been interrupting. Since

we're on the topic, why don't you explain the family connection," Ron said.

"What's that?" Hermione asked quickly, avoiding the question.

"Oh, mum told me to bring it out. She said to look at it with you; thought it might help

me remember more."

"Well, open it up then," Hermione said, trying to sound cheerful.

Ron opened up the photo album. The first picture was of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Was this at Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, it was taken in the Gryffindor common room," she told him.

They went through several more photos until they came across several ones of Mia.

"She really is a beautiful kid," Ron said. "She must be smart like you."

"She is smart," Hermione admitted.

The next photo was of little Ron and Mia.

"They look alike. It's definitely the hair," Ron said.

"Yeah," Hermione said nervously.

Ron flipped the page. "It's the same colour as mine," he said.

"It is," she replied quietly.

Ron was quiet for a minute, and then asked his question. "How old is Mia?"

"Four."

"And how many months?"

"Three," Hermione said, practically whispering.

"So you got pregnant 5 years ago? You were seventeen, right?" Ron asked curiously.

"Right, and she was born when I was eighteen," Hermione gulped.

"Five years ago, that was right around the time you all thought I died, right?"

Hermione just nodded.

"We were in the middle of a war. You said it was pretty much you, me and Harry

together the whole time, right?"

"Uh-huh," Hermione said, taking a deep breath.

The expression on Ron's face changed. "Is she mine?" he finally asked.

Hermione couldn't speak. She turned the page of the photo album and nodded her head.

She got up, and walked back to the Burrow, leaving Ron staring at Mia's birth

announcement.

Child's Name: Mia Granger-Weasley
Mother: Hermione Granger
Father: Ronald Weasley

Hermione was splashing water on her face when Ron came back inside. Right behind him

was Harry.

"You said we were best friends," Ron told Hermione.

"I did," she replied, trying to regain her composure.

"I guess that was best friends with benefits then, right?" Ron said angrily.

Hermione slapped him in the face, hard.

Ron was about to say something but Hermione cut him off.

"Keep your mouth shut Ron Weasley, or I swear I will shut it for you," Hermione hissed,

pulling out her wand.

Ron saw this and did the same.

"Ron, don't be a moron. Put your wand down," George said.

"She was going to curse me!"

"I wouldn't have hurt you, idiot. I was only going to keep your foul mouth shut,"

Hermione said angrily, leaving the room.

"First of all, some words of advice. Don't ever pick up a wand and attempt to use it

against Hermione. Magically speaking, Hermione will kick your ass every time," Harry

said. "Secondly, come with me and tell me what the hell is going on here," Harry said,

pulling Ron into the next room.

"Mia's my daughter and Hermione didn't even want to tell me," Ron said.

"You've been here less than a week. What did you expect Hermione to do? For five years

she thought you were dead, and then all of a sudden you weren't. She didn't know how to

tell you, and she was trying to protect Mia."

"From what, me?" Ron asked.

"Hermione wanted to wait a little while because she hoped you would get all of your

memory back. If you did, it would have been way easier to tell you that Mia was yours."

"You have to help me out here. Hermione hates me now," Ron said.

"Oh that was nothing. You two used to argue all the time," Harry said simply.

"I've had this feeling for the past few days that me and her weren't just friends, in fact I

kind of hoped that we weren't. There's a whole lot of blanks Harry. I need your help.

Please," Ron said, practically begging.