Hey guys just finished chapter 4 and I hope you all like it! Added another character we all know and some might not really love but I thought she would be great for this. Enjoy!

I dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends Kim (Narnian of Cair Paravel) who without her would have never have introduced me to FanFiction and for being the amazing person she is. Dont know what I would have done without you! xxxx

After a month Minerva has visited Hermione every day just for a chat or on advice to how to turn on a Muggle television which she did not know how to use. Minerva was totally different from the Professor McGonagall Hermione was use to seeing back in Hogwarts for when Professor McGonagall was strict and mean while Minerva was fun and kind. When Professor McGonagall was a loner and a little scary Minerva was happy and loved to be around people which didn't make sense to Hermione so one day she asked Minerva about her teacher façade.

"Well Hermione when you teach you don't get anywhere with being friends with the students. You have to discipline and show them that you mean business otherwise they wont do well," Minerva explained with Hermione finally understanding.

"Besides it was quite fun scaring the pupils and it showed them that I was not to be messed with. You know what I mean don't you?" Minerva looked at Hermione gleefully.

"What do you mean? I wasn't scared," said Hermione

Minerva raised her eyebrows at her.

"Okay maybe a little bit," Hermione admitted and they both laughed.

"I remember one time when one of the old Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors told me that a few of the students Boggarts took the form of me! Never knew if it was true or not."

But of course with every daily visit Minerva kept asking about why she left and Hermione wasn't sure she could tell the truth to Minerva so she made up a story about her and Ron spending some time apart to figure out what they really wanted. Hermione wasn't convinced that Minerva bought it but she could see that Hermione was hurting about whatever the truth was and decided not to press on the subject further. Not yet anyway.

And in that month Hermione's belly was really starting to show and Hermione was quite shocked by how big she was. Minerva said it was normal but Hermione couldn't get over how she got to looking a tiny bit fat to almost ready to pop. She had to admit it but Hermione was getting excited about the fact of being a mum even though she knows nothing about children but even with the excitement there was guilt. Guilt at what she did to Ron

Hermione thoughts have been mostly filling up with memories of Ron and what he might be doing now. She doubted that could even face him again but her mind still wondered of sometimes. Every now and then she would bring out their wedding album and just stare at the pictures that captured everyone she held dear. The one that did it the best was when she, Ron, Harry, her parents and all the rest of the Weasley's, besides Fred, were all together by the church and were waving back at Hermione, smiling. Bill made a surprise show at the wedding even though he said he wasn't going to be able to make it and it made Ron's day knowing that nearly all of his family was there. And of course Molly told Bill that he needed a hair cut and ranted on how it was time him and Charlie should be getting girlfriends while Arthur asked Harry why a microwave makes that "bing" sound. George was tormenting Ginny but it was obvious he was trying to cover up his pain and Percy was trying to chat up the female photography assistant by telling her that he was once Head Boy but she clearly wasn't interseted. Hermione couldn't help but shed a tear with that picture and wished more then anything that she could turn back time. All she wants to do is go back Ron, back to his arms, to kiss him and tell him how much she-

"Hermione, are you okay? Hello?" asked Minerva waving a hand in front of Hermione's face.

"Hmm, what!" Hermione responded with a jolt. She had forgotten Minerva was still here.

"I was just chatting when you seemed to have drifted away into your own little world. Wasn't boring you was I?" asked Minerva.

"Oh no! Not at all," exclaimed Hermione collecting her thoughts.

If Minerva was going to ask her something, she didn't and shook her head. Instead she put her tea on the table and turned to face Hermione and clasped her hands together. Oh no, something was telling Hermione that she wasn't going to like what was coming up.

"Hermione, um, I have a really big favour to ask you," Minerva said nervously.

"What about?" said Hermione.

"Well My children all live abroad, as you know, but every year my granddaughter comes every year to visit me. She and her mother don't necessarily get along so she stays with me. Don't blame her either she's a stuck up cow her mother who doesn't deserve my son," Minerva said maliciously.

"And they have fought again?" asked Hermione puzzling the situation together.

"Big time! That fight was probably the last straw so my granddaughter had packed her bags and is now moving in with me."

"Whoa." said Hermione.

"It was only a matter of time anyway. But, Hermione, where I am living now, I'm a bit worried about her, well, fitting in so I was wondering if you could keep her company. Like friends, take her to Hogsmeade or just chat for a while. I don't want her to feel alone, Hermione. Would you help?"

"Um, okay sure, I'll help," said Hermione in a bit of an unsure voice.

"Oh excellent! You two will get along swimmingly," said a happy Minerva while picking up her tea and sipping it.

"Where is she from? You did mention that your kids were living abroad."

"Oh yes, she's from France," Minerva said sipping her tea and avoiding Hermione's gaze.

"Wow, really. What's her name?" asked Hermione.

Minerva looked really guilty now with Hermione asking but she realised that she was going to find out sooner or later so in a small and squeaky voice she answered Hermione and, of course, she wasn't happy.

"Fleur? Fleur Delacour!" Hermione shouted, getting up from the sofa.

"Oh, so you remember her then," Minerva said.

"How can I forget her, she was a nightmare! How can she be your granddaughter I thought she said her grandma was Veela?"

"Mother's side and watch it Hermione Granger, I mean Weasly. I was quite the catch back in my day," Minerva said patting her hair.

"Don't change the subject."

"Please Hermione," Minerva got of the sofa rested her hands on Hermione's shoulder. "I know she can be a bit … of a cow but I really need your help. Despite her flaws she is family. Please."

Damn it! Hermione had no idea how to get out of this one. She didn't have to be friends with Fleur at all, but she still was going to see her every day and Minerva will still beg her to talk to Fleur so this was a no win situation. Maybe if Hermione kept saying no all the time, Minerva might just get the hint. But she might go and get Ron for not cooperating….

"Fine I'll do it," Hermione said defeated.

"Oh excellent!" Minerva smiled; clapping her hands together and sits back down on the sofa. "Fleur will be arriving tomorrow morning. I will be getting her and you can stay home to rest."

"Thanks," said Hermione, sitting down also. "By the way how come you never told anyone that you were related to Fleur?"

"Well," Minerva takes a sip of her tea. "I couldn't show favouritism could I."