I'm sorry! I need to hurry up and finish this Fic because you guys are mad at me for temporarily discontinuing 'A Simple Haircut.' It will be finished, so don't fret.

--The Author

Chapter Three

Hermione had a suffocating hold on Beth's hand. "Ow, mother," Beth hinted, but it did nothing. Hermione just wanted to get to the suite in one piece. Go to dinner, in one piece, and then go to bed, in one piece. And she wanted to repeat that process, until they returned home to her comfortable cottage. She couldn't do that, if Beth was running off in the direction of the general whole wide world.

Beth, however, wanted to explore. She needed an excuse to get out of her mother's hold. She looked around thoughtfully, and then it hit her. "Mum, I have to pee," she lied. Lying came rather naturally to her now (Ron had taught her) and it was easier than brushing her teeth.

Hermione sighed, stopping in her tracks and looking around. They were in a deserted corridor. She only had the directions the house elf had given her, and a vague memory of the Hogwarts layout. She continued walking. "We're almost at our room. You can use the loo there. Beth's eyes widened. She was good at acting too.

"I have to go now, Mum!" she whined. Hermione stopped walking again and turned around to face her daughter, unconsciously letting go of her hand. Beth crossed her legs and faked a desperate expression.

"What do you expect me to do Beth? I can't just conjure up a toilet!" Hermione wailed, exasperated, using wild hand gestures to prove her point. Beth looked at her, frustrated.

"Well, I don't know mum, I'm only…say. What's that over there?" She asked, squinting and pointing a tiny finger. Hermione turned around, only to see nothing. When she turned to face her daughter, Beth was gone. Hermione huffed and stamped her foot like a three year-old. She blew a stray piece of hair out of her face.

"Damn Ronald," she grunted, continuing on her way to the suite she had been assigned.

Finally, she came across an old fashion door. It was shaped in an archway, made of dark wood. It had a brass door handle, and a name plate that read, Hermione Granger and Family. She tucked the map she had been given in her back pocket and tugged at the handle. The door opened with ease and inside was possibly the most beautiful chamber she had ever seen.

The room was circular and painted a pale gold. There was a small, walk-in closet off to one side and a huge circular bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were silk and were a soft maroon color. Next to the bed was a nightstand and on the other side there was a dresser. Both were a dark wood that matched the door. There were two doors off to the side, and Hermione walked toward them.

The door on the left was another small bedroom. It contained a canopy bed and a dresser, the same as Hermione's room. She assumed this room was for Beth. There was also a small closet off to the side.

The door on the right was a magnificent bathroom with a tub the size of a swimming pool and a shower ten feet wide. The shower had nozzles placed all around the walls. The counter was white marble with two sinks and a bedside cabinet on each side. There was a long mirror on the wall above the counter. There was another door which contained only a toilet and next to the door by the shower was a full length mirror with jewel incrusted in the molding. It was possibly the most beautiful set of rooms she had ever seen.

Hermione walked back into her bedroom and sat down on the bed. Her suit case lay empty and she assumed all her things had been put away, along with Beth's. Ah, Beth. Hermione reached into her boot for her wand and pulled it out, twirling it around and sighing. "Accio Beth Anita Granger," she said calmly. And then she waited. A dull scream could be heard. And then it got louder, and louder. The door burst open and Beth was launched onto the bed where Hermione sat, a mess of red curls and clothing.

Hermione magicked the door shut and turned to stare at her daughter. Beth gave a hearty 'hurmph' and folded her arms across her chest.

"That is not fair play, mummy dear," Beth pouted. Hermione smirked and reached out for a hug.

"Come on, you can't stay mad at me forever," she proclaimed, and Beth flung herself into her mother's arms, giggling like a lunatic. "Wait until you see your room!" Hermione squealed excitedly. And they giggled together like toddlers, walking towards the door.

"Oh, wow!" Beth exclaimed, walking around her temporary room. Hermione smiled as she watched her daughter strut in awe of the refined furniture that didn't have any marker scribbled on it. This was all new to her.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the window. Hermione turned to see a plump gray owl with a beak so tiny you had to search its face for a little yellow. Hermione walked over to the window and let the bird in. It held it's ankle out, shaking it urgently. Hermione took the letter and almost immediately the bird took off into the darkening sky.

Hermione looked at the envelope curiously. It had the Hogwarts crest stamped on it, so she opened it hurriedly, not liking being kept in the dark.

Dear Miss Granger and Family,

You were told that upon arrival that you would receive additional information about your activities for the next few weeks, however, there has been a change of plans. You will attended to the dinner tonight in formal attire and it has been decided that there will be a theme dedicated to each day you are spending here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every morning at nine o'clock you will receive information about the theme pertaining to the day ahead. I hope you understand. You will be permited to ask questions at the dinner tonight.

Best regards,

Minerva McGonagall

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Ron Weasley paced back and forth in his room. Lavender was lying down on the bed (not nearly as big as Hermione's, mind you) staring at him. Drew was in his room, playing quietly by himself. Lavender rolled her eyes.

"Ron dear, please come and stop pacing. Whatever is the matter?" She patted the bed beside her and he sat down, reluctantly. "You've been acting like this ever since you saw Hermione leave with Draco and the children. What is bothering you?"

"I just—what if he hurt her Lav. I would never be able to forgive myself." He shook his head, and Lavender rolled her eyes once more.

"I'm sure she's fine. Hermione is not a daft girl. She knows how to protect herself. And Malfoy seemed generally polite when we saw him this afternoon." Ron scowled at her. Lavender studied him. Then, a look of revelation dawned on her face. "Oh, I know what's bothering you." She said, haughtily. "Your upset, because the two of them seem to be getting along A little too well, actually, and you're not comfortable with it." Lavender snorted. "I should've known you still have feelings for her."

Ron's head snapped up. "Oh, Lavender. That's not it at all. I just don't want him to try anything on her, that's all." He came to sit down beside her. He kissed her passionately and rubbed her belly. When he pulled away, she looked up at him tiredly (being eight months pregnant takes its toll), a trace of tears in her eyes.

"Alright. If that's what you say it is, then, I trust you."

"Good. You should." He replied, before leaning down to kiss her again.

Okay, that's all for this time. The next chapter will be the dinner and then every chapter after that will be the day and it's 'theme'. Hope you guys liked it. I STILL NEED BABY NAMES!!!

--KATEROCKS!