Hey guys, I'm back! So even though I originally planned to update everyday, I had a lot of homework and unfortunately couldn't update for the last 2 days. But I'm back with a new chapter :)

So yesterday was Thanksgiving here in Canada, and I really wanted to thank all of you lovely, encouraging readers for making me want to carry on writing this fic. I especially wanted to thank everyone who's followed, reviewed or favorited - it means a lot to me. This chapter's going to be a little different form the last ones, because I thought it's about time Ron, Harry and Ginny make an appearance!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope you enjoy Chapter 5 :)

Little James Sirius Potter screeched and laughed hysterically as he ran around Ron and Hermione's living room, knocking a basket of fruits to the ground, where they tumbled to his mother's feet. Ginny sighed and began to gather the fruit off the ground.

"So how's my baby sister coping with motherhood?" Ron couldn't resist a grin.

Ginny glared at him. "Just you wait, Ronald. Rose just hasn't discovered the joy of wailing and smashing things yet."

"I don't think she'll every be terrible."

Ginny rolled her eyes, but Hermione couldn't resist a smile. She remembered that when she told Ron she was pregnant with Rose, his whole face lit up. Even then, she still wondered if they would be the best parents they could possibly be, but when she saw him silently get up at 5 in the morning to check on Rose without waking her, all her fears were allayed. Ron had been a remarkable dad, even if he tended to dote on his daughter at times.

"So how's work for you? Was it hard adjusting to a new job only a year after Rose was born? " asked Ginny.

"It's been pretty good so far, actually. The work's interesting, my colleagues are nice. Do you know who I saw of all people? Cho!"

"And she's married a Muggle named Steve and they have a son. Nice chap, Steve. I met him picking up Rose from Rose's daycare. " Ron added.

For a moment, Hermione imagined she saw Harry's face look more interested when she mentioned Cho. But now he seemed more bemused as little James climbed in Ron's lap and started tugging Ron's bright red hair.

"Uncle Won."

"Uncle Ron." said Ron with a chuckle.

"No! Won!" James looked imploringly at his mother to affirm that he was correct.

Ginny laughed. "Oh, look at the time! Harry, what time was the doctor's appointment?" Hermione wondered if this had something to do with the bump beginning to form on Ginny's stomach. Could it be another child?

"It's now, we'd better get going! Thanks for having us over, guys."

Ginny picked up James, who seemed unwilling to leave.

"And sorry for James's screaming!"

"Oh, you know how all kids are. It's been nice seeing him again" said Hermione.

Harry smiled. "So we'll meet you two Sunday morning for lunch with the in-laws, right?"

"We wouldn't miss it. And Mom says to not be late, Fleur's parents are visiting!" said Ron.

Harry and Ginny left, taking James along.

"So who else are you working with?"

"Besides Cho? Well, there's Amber and Jackson, and Gordon and Katrina, and do you remember Theodore Nott from our school days?"

"Nott? Why didn't you mention this?" Ron's face visibly hardened.

"Never came up, I supposed."

"Never came up, Hermione? As far as I recall, he wasn't even civil to you in Hogwarts. And don't forget that he was practically a Death Eater in training."

"Ron!"

"Look, Hermione, all I'm saying is that you've gotta be careful. If he tries to hurt you, so help me Merlin I will inflict severe bodily pain on him. Why didn't you tell me he was working there?"

"Seriously, Ron! He's been fine, if something were wrong I would have mentioned it to you. Now will you please, for Merlin's sake, stop over-reacting!"

"People like him never change, Hermione. Be careful, that's all I'm saying." Ron walked away to find

Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled. Knowing her husband, he would probably sulk for a few hours, and try to make peace with her before the end of the day. There was a pile of dishes from lunch on the sink. Hermione almost picked up her wand to make the dishes wash themselves, but instead she filled the sink with warm water and began to scrub the dishes herself. Sometimes, when she needed to cool down or think about something, she would absorb herself in one of what Ron called "Muggle" tasks witches and warlocks didn't have to do. It reminded her of her childhood, of who she was.

Later that evening, Hermione was making dinner when Ron came to her.

"Hey. I'm sorry I pissed you off today. You know I'm just worried about you." Ron said uncomfortably. He always blushed profusely when he had to apologize.

"It's okay. I get it." Hermione said calmly.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Ron."

Ron grinned and pulled her into a bear hug, but Hermione pulled away a little. Not because she was angry, but because suddenly, she just felt confused and so, so tired.