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Chapter 2

- A big surprise -

Since the incident with Hermione, Ron found himself wandering around Muggle London more than ever. He'd secretly hoped he would bump into her again, but luck did not prove to be on his side. He had not seen her in the two weeks since he'd first run into her. He seriously doubted he'd ever see her again.

He wandered around the bustling streets of London, doing what Ginny liked to call "window-shopping." He didn't really understand the point in it, though. All you did was look into the windows and pretend to buy things.

He miserably walked by the store they'd run into each other, 'If I hadn't walked in there I would never have met her again,' he thought.

His inexplicable urge to go food shopping, as crazy as it may sound, was what caused his meeting with Hermione. He if had not been foolish enough to go shopping without checking that he had money first, he would not have had to get out of line, and he would not have bumped into her. If he had not bumped into her, he would not be pacing Muggle London aimlessly at this very moment.

He decided to walk down a street he'd never been down before. Curiously he looked at all the shops. There, at the end of the road he saw an interesting looking candy shop.

'Maybe I could buy something for Sirius and Lily,' he thought as he opened the door, causing a little bell to tinkle merrily.

He walked over to a shelf filled with chocolate. The first thing he noticed was that Muggles did not have the same candy as wizards. The candy in the Muggle world looked rather boring.

While he stood there a little boy pushed him to the side to get to the milk chocolate.

"Timmy, no pushing I said!" a woman, probably his mother, said to the boy who just glared at her in response and started grabbing different kinds of chocolate.

'Greedy kid,' Ron thought. But then, he realized, he wasn't any better himself at his age, and stopped his thoughts.

"Mommy can I have this?" Now it was a girl shouting, from behind a shelf.

"Sweetie put that back, you've had enough."

It was something with the way that woman had called her 'sweetie' that got Ron's brain running faster. He slowly walked around the self, not daring to hope for anything.

There he saw a woman with long curly brown hair standing with her back to him. But he didn't see her kid. He figured she'd probably gone behind some other shelf.

"Hermione?"

She turned around quickly. "Hi!" she said and her face lightened. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing really." He said, shrugging, "Just walking by."

She nodded, looking a little nervous all of a sudden.

"Do you live in the area?" Ron asked her.

"Yeah, not far from here.… Nicole just wanted some candy and I thought it was to long to Diagon alley do get her some wizard candy, so this'll do. What are you doing in Muggle London all the time anyway?" she said, looking curious.

"Tired of Diagon Alley I guess… and nothing else to do, so here I am…" he paused. "So, you know if your daughter is gonna be a witch yet?"

"I sure think so." she said, half-laughing. "She has already turned her blue bird red and that's not normal for a kid who's not a wizard or witch to do. And I'm a witch, so why shouldn't she become one too?"

Ron laughed, "Good. It would be quite boring for her if she didn't become a witch when her mother -"

"Mommyyyyyyyy!"

"Nicole, no yelling inside!" Hermione said when a little girl emerged from the self on the other side.

"But mom, can I please have some more chewing gum?" she stuck out her lip and looked at Hermione, who didn't seem to fall for it.

Ron noticed she was already chewing a big pink one and grinned.

"No more gum." Hermione said firmly and turned back to Ron, biting her lip.

'What is she so nervous about?' He thought.

Nicole walked over to Hermione. "You're so mean!" she said in an offended tone. She turned her back to her mother and looked at Ron. She was a bit older than Ron had imagined her to be.

Nicole stared up on him with narrowed eyes, like kids did when they decided if they are going to like the person or not.

"Nicole, Ron. Ron, Nicole." Hermione said, her voice shivering slightly.

"But mom," Nicole said, "that is-"

"Not now." Hermione hissed. Nicole fell silent.

Then something hit Ron, something really strange. He already hoped he was wrong. "Hermione…?" he said slowly.

"What?" she said nervously.

"Your husband… Brett or what's-his-name… how does he look like?"

"Erm… what d'you mean?" Hermione asked, knitting her forehead.

"I mean how does he look like? His height, eye colour, hair colour and that kind of stuff."

"Er… he's pretty tall… just as tall as you maybe; he has light blue eyes and brown hair. What is this about?"

He sighed, and glanced at Nicole. "Hermione…" he started again, not knowing how to say this, "Hermione, how come your daughter has red hair?" Hermione drew a quick intake of breath to this but didn't say anything. "I thought someone in the family had to have it if their kids would get it…" he continued.

She started to look around the room nervously like she was afraid someone was listening in.

Ron looked at Nicole again. Yeah, it was her real colour, he could see that. She had red hair that reached to the middle of her back. It hair was curly, but not as bushy like Hermione's had been at her age.

Her eyes were in a deep shade of light blue and she wore a pink jacked with fur on the hood and light jeans. She was completely adorable.

"Ron …"Hermione started but Ron cut her of.

"How old is she?"

Hermione took such a long time to answer that he simply kneeled down to Nicole's level and asked her instead, "How old are you?"

"I'll be nine soon." She said proudly, chewing her gum even harder.

Ron slowly stood up, his feet trembling slightly. He could feel a headache coming. This couldn't be happening.

"Then you would have been like…" he stopped a few seconds to think, "…about eighteen or nineteen when you got her," it was hard to keep his voice from shaking.

Hermione continued biting her bottom lip and said, without looking at Ron, "Not here, could we take this somewhere el-"

"Is she mine?" Ron asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking, but it was hard. He didn't even know if he wanted to know the answer.

"Ron, please, not here…"

"Is she?"

"I – You …" she stuttered, but seemed to give in, "Yes," she whispered.

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