We dropped Harmony at Bill's house, so we could prepare for the awkward meeting with Ron. Hermione is being surprisingly calm, a sharp contrast to my own feelings. I need to apologize for what happened the last time we all saw each other.

In our bedroom I find Hermione wearing a scarlet sweater rolled up to her elbows, fitted light blue jeans, and soft grey socks. She has her newly cut pixie-style hair gently framing her face. She's reading a book of recipes and sipping from the cup of tea she has resting on the nightstand.

"Hello," I say to her while pulling on a navy blue long sleeve shirt.

"Hey, you ready for today?" she asks, not looking up from her book.

"Herms, not really," I answered buttoning my blue jeans.

"You haven't called me that in a while," she laughed, finally looking at me.

"Yeah, well maybe I should start again," I playfully growled.

"Oh, please do," she giggled throwing me a pair of white socks from where they were laying on the bed.

I walked over and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She gently wrapped her petite arms around my neck, pulling me even closer. I broke the kiss and nuzzled her neck.

"I miss doing this," she whispered into my ear.

"Me too," I whispered back, "we should do this more often."

"Agreed."

I leant in to kiss her again, but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Oh, so close tiger," she sighs.

I pick her up from the bed, carrying her to the living room. I sit her down gently and give her a peck on the lips before answering the door.

Ron is holding a bouquet of daisies and wearing a cheesy grin. I lead him to our beige couch in the living room. He gladly accepts the invitation and gently sits on the couch as Hermione comes out of the kitchen with a tray of tea. I give her a questioning look.

"What? He said he wanted some tea," Hermione said.

"Yeah, sorry, you just always know how to surprise me," I chuckled.

"I try, you know," she laughed.

"You succeed."

I sat in the single beige chair while Hermione sat on one of the arms. I could feel her body heat radiating into my shoulder and placed my hand on her thigh before turning to look at Ron.

"So, what do you want to know first?" Ron asked.

"Why did you flip your wig that day?" Hermione wondered.

"Because I felt betrayed, lonely, hurt," Ron answered looking anywhere but at us.

"That part is my fault Ron. Hermione wanted to tell you as soon as you came back, but I told her to wait a week. Weeks turned into months, so I'm to blame on that part," I confessed.

"Harry, you're forgiven."

"Why did you grab Hermione's arm?" I questioned sounding more harsh than intended.

"I was angry! She kept rejecting me over and over, so I lost it!" Ron yelled getting worked up.

"SO YOU GRAB HER LIKE A RAGDOLL! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SH-" I was cut off by the sting of a hand slapping me on my arm.

"Listen to me, both of you! I have missed you Ron a lot, ok? Harry, let it go! It's been almost six years since that day!" Hermione cried.

Ron and I looked at each other and exchanged nods of reluctant acquiescence. Hermione, now worked up, is standing pacing back and forth.

"I just miss us being friends like the old days," I mumbled.

"Agreed," Ron signed.

"Maybe we could try a family night or something?" Hermione offered.

"Yeah!" Ron cheered, tripping over a toy broom.

"I would like that," I laughed.

"Blimey, Hermione, have anything to eat around here? I'm starving," Ron wondered.

Something just never change, right?

"That's Harry's department," Hermione chuckled.

I got up and guided Ron to the kitchen, joking around with him like old times. Once we reached the kitchen Hermione sat in one of the wooden stools at the bar that looked into the kitchen. Ron just stood by the counter and watched me cook. I made three grilled cheeses with red peppers and three bowls of tomato soup. We gathered around the counter and started eating.

"'Mione, I have a question," Ron stated.

"Yes?"

"What happened with your mom and dad?" he asked causing Hermione freeze up.

She just sat there looking down into her bowl of soup and trying not to cry. Hermione's mom was murdered in cold blood by muggle robbers in Australia. Her father was shot in the tailbone, which paralyzed him from the waist down. He is currently living with us, but sometimes he goes to the nearby lake and sleeps in the lake house. He has been there almost three days. Hermione was very sensitive about what happened to them. It felt like I was looking at a little girl, not a twenty-three year old grown woman.

"Come on, 'Mione, what happened?" Ron asked once more.

"Well, my, um, my mom, she was murdered," she choked out and I could see tears were building up in her cocoa eyes, "and my dad is paralyzed from the waist down."

After she finished tears raced down her cheeks at the speed of lighting. I pulled her up and wrapped my arms tightly around her. She buried her face into my chest and cried like it was the first time she had heard the news.

"'Mione, I'm so sorry for what happened," Ron soothed.

She just nodded and wiped away the left over tears.

"Damn, I need a drink!" Hermione exclaimed after a bit of silence.

I started laughing. Only her, only Hermione Jean Potter. We all walked back into the living room, holding cups of fresh tea. Ron walked over to two pictures that sat on the mantle. He picked up the one that was the day Harmony had decided she wanted her room a different color. This was recent; she wanted her room a sky blue instead of the girly pink that I painted. Soon we ended up having too much fun, and ended up with blue paint everywhere.

"She is definitely your daughter Hermione; being all tom-boyish," Ron laughed.

"I'm raising her right then," Hermione chuckled.

Ron then picked up my favorite one. It was of Hermione reading Harmony a story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard. They had both ended up falling asleep. Harmony was about three years old and fit into Hermione's side like a puzzle piece.

"That one's my favorite," I spoke up.

"Really? Why?" Hermione wondered.

"Because it shows me two of the most important people in my life," I said looking into her eyes.

"Harry, you sap," she chuckled, pulling in to kiss me.

"Smooth talker over here," Ron laughed.

"Jealous?" I joked.

"Oh, definitely," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry, Ron he's all mine," Hermione laughed.

We all looked at each other and began laughing. An hour later Ron looked at his watch and said he had to go. When he opened the door Mr. Granger was sitting in his wheelchair outside the door.

"Ron, right?" he asked.

"Yep, hello Mr. Granger," Ron said extending his hand.

"Call me Henry," he laughed.

Mr. Granger entered the house smiling at Hermione as he made his way towards us.

"Now where's my granddaughter?" he asked chuckling.

Bill and Harmony stepped out of the floo as soon as he said that.

"GRANDPA!" Harmony cheered, getting on his lap and giving him a hug.

"Good to see you're back safely Dad," Hermione laughed leaning over and kissing her father's cheek.

"Hello, dear."

"Who wants macaroni and cheese for dinner?" I asked the room at large, clapping my hands.

"ME!" Harmony yelled getting off of Mr. Granger's lap and running to me.

"Ok, mini chief, I need you to help mommy set the table," I ordered playfully.

"Yes sir!" she yelled saluting me.

When I was finished we all sat down at the dinner table laughing and talking about our days. Soon dinner was finished and we all turned in for the night.