A/N Hey folks what is up? I know my writing is slow but no reviews not even yelling at me for not updating faster? Anyway As before JK own HP and well life goes on. Well hope you enjoy this and remember you review your names is then posted on the next chapter with my reply. Thanks and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Through the Grapevine

Ginny had barely eaten any of her food, and only half listened to her brother's stories about Ireland and the sites they saw there. She knew she would soon have to tell them her plans to get married and to whom. She had practiced it in the mirror a thousand times and it came out so easily. Now that her family was now sitting around, the tasked seemed all the more impossible. Hermione was on a conversation about the history of the Irish wizards when Ginny felt a sharp pain in her shin. She looked up from her plate and noticed Ron giving her a stern look. She smiled up at him, knowing he assumed she was thinking about Harry, when in fact, her thoughts were far from him. They were on her new love.

"You've been awfully quiet tonight Ginny dear. Didn't you say that you had something you wanted to tell us all when we got here?" Her mother Molly had smiled, enjoying having more than just the three of them to feed. She always liked feeding a lot of people, which she had very little choice raising seven kids. Her smile could have split her face in half, she was so overjoyed, and she had made enough food to feed an entire army.

"Yes, there is something I need to tell everyone." Ginny looked around at every face that was now looking hungrily at her, waiting for some fantastic news that would bring even more enjoyment to the table. She had to swallow a lump that had forced its way up her throat. "I would like to announce that I am going to get married." She paused. She knew that part would be easy, but it was the person that was going to be the hardest part. She had never shown any sign or thoughts about him during school and was amazed herself when she started having feelings for him, although she knew they started as a way to forget Harry.

"Well to who?" Hermione said as she scooted up to the front of her chair, shaking with anticipation. Hermione had asked Ginny to be her Maid of Honor and it was decided that whenever Ginny would wed, the roles would be swapped. Hermione thought that it would be far later, and to Harry who she knew would come back someday and sweep her off her feet like a knight in shining armor.

"Neville Longbottom." She finally got out, staring down at her bare feet. Ginny was deathly ticklish on her feet, but the only people who knew that either knew better than to tickle her, or was somewhere around the world. She looked up at her family when she didn't even hear breathing. She saw the confusion and shock in their faces that she had anticipated. She shook her head when she noticed Ron even had stopped eating.

"But Gin, when did this happen and where was I?" Ron finally said as Hermione had to nudge him out of his stupor. He knew that she had many guys chasing her in Hogwarts, but Neville wasn't one of them. In fact, He remembered that Neville wanted to be with Luna. He couldn't believe that Ginny was marrying him, what he could offer her other than a plant that probably allowed her to lick her elbow or some other outrageous feat.

"Well, after we had all graduated and you two left on your honeymoon, I saw him out in Diagon Alley by himself and started talking to him. After that we had became friends and as all couples do, we became…" She was interrupted by a flying wad of gravy that was flung from Ron's spoon. His face was red and his hands were now over his ears, although they did not stop him from hearing his mother's scowls. Ginny had purposely made the comment in hopes to end the uncomfortable situation quickly and her plan had succeeded. After a long lecture on why people do not throw food, everyone was served dessert and then Molly and Arthur announced that they were going to bed. Ron and Hermione gave Ginny one last hug as they decided to go to bed as well. Ginny now sat in the living room by herself with nothing but the fire to accompany her. She loved fire, or she used to. She remembered when Harry used to laugh at how her hair would look like fire when ever someone would make her mad. She had laughed at it then when no one was looking. Now she shakes it off and punishes anyone who even comes close to making that connection. Again, a tear found her cheek and she wiped it off. She knew she was not ready to let go of Harry, but he had let go of her, so now it was her turn. She put out the fire and turned up the stairs to try and sleep, hoping the memories of Harry will stay away for another night.

The night had not lasted long enough for either Weasley kid. Ron had to be dragged out of bed by his new wife until her breath ran out and then started stomping her foot on the wood of the bedroom floor. Hermione felt weird the first time they had slept together in one bed here at the Burrow, but warmed up to it when she realized that Molly and Arthur had no problems with it. They had their own place just outside of Diagon alley but it was in the process of being cleaned and redone for them. They would only have to spend a few more nights here at the Burrow. Ron had finally woken up to a red-faced Hermione.

"What is it babe?" Ron said through a yawn as he saw her face tense up even more. He knew she hated being called that, although he knew she secretly enjoyed it. It would always make her cool down faster than just calling her by name.

"Oh Ronald, we are going into town so we can get your sister a gift. Not to mention, I would like to take a look at the house and see how it is coming along." She said as she finished up pulling her hair back. As she got older, Hermione had learned how to deal with her bushy hair. She would comb it a few times which would make it even bushier then pull it into a ponytail that would hold it together and somehow it seemed to lose its fluff and look, in Ron's word, bloody sexy. She turned around and looked at Ron who was just now starting to pull on some respectable clothes between yawns and growls of his stomach.

"Can we at least eat first?" Ron said with pleading eyes as he slid on his shirt and rubbed his hair down and had it settled. His ease with hair had always infuriated Hermione, but she has learned to deal with it. When ever it got bad she always thought how Harry's hair seemed to be worse than hers no matter what.

"Of course Ron, I would never think of trying to leave the house with you on an empty stomach." She laughed as she walked up to him and placed her arms around his neck. "I love you, and I want us to be happy." She leaned in and gave him a light but passionate kiss and pulled away." Besides I need to ask Molly what she may need." Hermione smiled as she let her arms fall to her side and headed out the door. Ron had to blink and regain his thoughts. He didn't remember her being so happy about anything since their wedding, and that made him smile. He was always relieved when she was happy, and he was even happier himself that he got another day to show off his wife. He made his way down wiping sleep from his eyes, when he noticed Ginny dragging herself out of her room as well.

"Rough night as well?" Ron said as he nudged her forward to go faster. When they were younger, they could run down the stairs next to each other. Now, they struggled to go up and down themselves, no use trying next to each other.

"You have no idea. Hey, don't push me or you will never get any food. I will make your bogies fly so far up your nose; you won't smell for a month." She said as she turned around, wand in hand and pointed at his face. He backed away and let her continue ahead of him. He then continued down, being careful not to think of any comments to her. They had reached the bottom of the stairs, and Hermione and Molly quickly went silent. Ron smiled as he took his seat and started eating his food, one handful at a time. Breakfast was finished up quickly and Hermione and Ron were off.

Hermione and Ron had been looking from store to store looking for what they thought would be great for Ginny. Hermione naturally wanted to get her a book on marriage and love, while Ron wanted to get something out of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Just a little longer and then we can go ahead and look in your store." Hermione said as she quickly kissed his cheek and continued scanning the title of every book on the shelves. Ron had found his way to the front of the store where the Quidditch books were. He noticed a book titled Up and Coming Stars of the Wizarding Word. He had flipped through the pages and quickly slammed it shut and back on the shelf. He had opened up to the Hogwarts Hopefuls and there were only two names that were mentioned; his sister and Harry Potter. He had sat down on the chair and grunted. He knew he wasn't the best keeper on the team, but he had done quite well his last year. He felt cursed to always be followed in Harry's shadow and he wanted to break free. He couldn't believe that a hero that would run away could still be held on such a high place. His thoughts were broken when Hermione had come and taken his hand.

"Everything alright?" She asked as she looked into his eyes. He hadn't noticed that tears were starting to swell up and he quickly wiped them away.

"I'm fine, just happy for my sister for finding someone. I just hope she is as happy with Neville as I am with you." He smiled and threw himself into a bone crushing hug with Hermione. She smiled as soon as his grip loosened up and held on a little longer as they left the store hand in hand. They were just about to enter the Quidditch store when Hermione noticed someone coming out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey isn't that…."

Harry had woken up quite energized this morning. He had thought of the many things he needed to do, and grabbed a piece of paper and a quill. He started thinking of the things he should start with.

"Well, I'll need some Floo powder, food and probably a new owl." Harry leaned his head back closing his eyes. He had thought about getting a new owl for his last year of school but not one seemed to match Hedwig, so he just decided to use the public owlries. Harry felt a common warm tear trickling down his face, and wiped it clean, deciding it was time to go. It took him a while to take a shower and find a suitable outfit. He was the famous savior, so he was going to give them a reason to look at him. He had learned how to deal with his new fame where ever he went. It had seemed that the fear of Riddle was all over the world, not just in England. He had walked out his door and took in a deep breath of the morning air. Harry had decided to go into the tavern so he could apparate safely without muggles seeing him. He walked up to the door of the poor excuse for a building and sighed. He didn't like this place the first time he came here, and was quite sure it wasn't going to be any better this time.

The door swung easily on the hinges and a small bell notified his entrance. The few people sitting around stopped for a second and then returned to their drinks.

"Well the one good thing about this place is no one cares who I am. I guess I could stay for a drink." Harry said as he sat by the bar and looked at the bartender.

"What can I get ya'" the old broken man had said. He stood not too much shorter than Harry, but he was bent over, and looked like all his joints were twisted in funny directions. Harry looked at him for a second and started to feel sorry for the guy. He shook out of his stupor and ordered a firewhiskey.

"Here you go, Mr. Potter." the man said and Harry grabbed a handful of coins. He was used to getting free things for being the savior but always made the effort to be polite. Harry was glad he did, because the tender stared at him greedily waiting for the money. "Here Mr. Potter, you will not get special treatment, nor will you be overcrowded by strangers. My patrons come here to observe peace and quiet. I only ask that you respect that, and they will as well." Harry nodded and walked off to an empty table. He didn't think of himself as special, which was everyone else's doing. He started to drink and closed his eyes. He was home, now he needed to announce it to his friends. Harry was worried about meeting them because he knew that they would be mad. He had left and didn't contact anyone.

"Do you mind if I join you Mr. Potter?" A man that looked in his mid 30's asked motioning to an empty seat.

"Be my guest, and please call me Harry. This Mr. Potter thing makes me feel old." Harry laughed and the man put on a small smile as he sat down.

"My name is Greg Danifield. It is a pleasure to meet you. Now I must be blunt with you, but a place like this doesn't seem like a place anyone would find you. Most of the patrons here are either released criminals or hiding eaters." The man said and the last word made Harry's ears prick up in attention. "This place is hidden quite well from even the aurors and we all hope that you will not bring them in here." The man was almost pleading now. Harry never thought of the option that there was still Death Eaters about, and now that Harry thought about it, he had no reason to turn them in.

"I am the destroyer of their master, what if they were to start something with me?" Harry asked now reverting to his business training, swirling the remains of his drink in the bottom of the glass.

"They may look at you strange, or even talk behind your back, but the ward that makes this place hidden is controlled by Burge the bartender. He has threatened to remove the ward if anyone disturbs his peace or messes with any other patron. So you see we will benefit nothing from it." The man now started to stand.

"That makes sense and I thank you for your words of wisdom, and I have no intentions of bringing the Aurors or anyone here. I myself am a fan of peace." Greg nodded and headed to the corner of the bar and apparated away. Harry quickly finished his drink and did the same. Once in the Leaky Cauldron he had to put on a smile as every patron stopped and gasped. Harry was already missing the other bar and quickly made it to the door shaking every hand that was shoved into his face. He had to push the door open with his back and closed it, letting everyone return to their drinks. Harry took in a deep breath and turned around. There in front of him was a very beautiful brunette with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and next to her was a built red headed man who was staring at the brooms in the store window. Harry had forgotten to release the breath when he noticed the couple and when he heard Hermione's voice; he let it go and smiled.

"Harry!" Hermione said when she fully recognized him and ran up squeezing him with all her strength. Harry would never admit it but he missed her hugs greatly. He missed everyone and was glad to see that Hermione had no hard feelings of him leaving.

"Hello Hermione, how have you been? It is so great to see you. What are you two doing? Would you like to get a bite to eat?" Harry asked looking over to Ron who hadn't said anything. Ron just kept silent and looked at Harry, but it was Hermione that had agreed to go eating. They had went to a local bakery and sat at an outside table after ordering a few sandwitches.

"It is great seeing you Harry. We have all missed you, why haven't you written any of us?" Hermione said as she took a small bite of food. Harry knew she asked more for Ron's sake than her own but Ron was too busy shoving his sandwhich into his mouth.

"After Hedwig died I didn't feel right using any other owl, and after awhile the traveling had gotten to me. But what is that on your hand? When did you two get married? I am so sorry I missed it." Harry said, ignoring his food, more of his attention on the diamond that glistened in the sun. Harry had always figured they would get married and was not surprised but wished they would have waited for him to return. Although, he knew that was selfish and understood that him being away had a lot to do with that.

"The wedding was amazing and beautiful. I, too, wish you could have made it. I am sorry about Hedwig, I do miss her as well, she was such a loyal owl. We have been living at the Burrow while our house gets fixed up. We have a house quite near here, we were actually going to see how it was coming along, but seeing an old friend is twice as important." She smiled and looked over to Ron who was still stone faced and not making any effort to talk. "Enough about us though, how was the world? I imagine you have seen some amazing places and met some fantastic people. Are you married yet, I mean, your new fame should have brought thousands of women to you."

"The sights were amazing, and it is remarkable what things you learn in different places. My favorites were America and China, where I had learned how to be more business like. Also the people were quite excited to see me all over. Who would have guessed that I was saving so many people." Harry and Hermione laughed at this but Ron merely looked around at passerbys. "And as for women, there is no one. I hadn't stayed at any place long enough to get attached. Besides I always felt I would be with someone I grew up with, like you and Ron had. Speaking of women, how is Ginny doing?" Hermione now got worried and Ron gave an evil smile which Hermione had noticed.

"Oh, she is good. I hate to do this, but we must get back. You shouldn't be a stranger now that you are back in town. I will talk to you some other time Harry." Hermione had said as she stood up and started to pull Ron away. Harry had waved them off and sat at the table. He knew there was something Hermione was hiding. She never gave short vauge answers. He only knew of two ways to figure it out, either he goes there and asks her, or invites everyone over. He quickly had went about shopping and got all his supplies. It took him no time at all to arrive back at home. He stood infront of the fire place with a handful of new floo powder. Throwing it down, he shouted Burrow, which brought up a bright green flame.