First off, I'm sorry. I know it's been a while since I last updated. I promise the updates are going to be more frequent again now that school is winding down. :) I also wanted to say THANKS! You guys really encourage me and it makes me feel good about my writing capabilities and the story when you say such nice stuff. So please continue to review!

Hope you like the newest chapter. :)

Ron woke up the next morning as happy as ever, because neither had any nightmares. He got out of bed and got changed. For the first time in their lives, Hermione was still sleeping soundly while Ron was wide-awake. He glanced at his beautiful girlfriend and suddenly got an idea, and disapparated.

A half an hour Hermione was awakened by Ron's whispers.

"Hermione. Wake up, love. I've got a surprise for you."

When Hermione opened her eyes she saw on the nightstand breakfast and flowers. She was beyond shocked. Sure Ron was a great guy, but romantic? Ron was definitely not the romantic type.

"Ron, you did this for me?"

"Yeah, I thought you might like breakfast in bed. I also got some flowers; I know you like roses."

"Thanks, but why? I mean, it's not my birthday or anything."

"I know," he said, "but I thought it would be nice. I know the past week hasn't been a cake-walk and I wanted to make up for it."

"Ron, I love them, but you don't have to make up for anything. You being here, with me through all of this, is the greatest present I could ever ask for. Thank you so much. This is perfect," Hermione gushed.

She leaned in closer and their eyes met. Hermione gave him the okay to move closer until their lips met. After this moment, it felt like nothing could be done apart. They needed each other to survive. When words failed, this was their way of communicating. As their lips moved together, their bodies explored new territory. Hermione continued to pull Ron's hair as his hands were wrapped around her waist. Pure bliss was the only way to describe this moment. When air was needed they finally broke apart.

Hermione started to eat the food, and motioned for Ron to sit next to her. He sat down and grabbed a pancake off the plate. She immediately looked up and stared at Ron.

"What? A guy's gotta eat," he explained which earned him a playful slap on the arm.

"This is it," Hermione said as they walked up to the brick house. The garden was filled with daisies and lilies, her mother's two favorite flowers.

She tried to not become attached to the house, just so she wouldn't be disappointed. Hermione craved her parents, and she wanted to find them today.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this Hermione? I know how upset you were last time, and I don't want that to happen again."

"I'm sure. I need to see my parents." On that note, Ron knocked on the door. They waited a few moments, nervously.

"Can I help you?" A young man asked them.

"Yes we're looking for Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins. Are they here?"

"I'm Wendell Wilkins. My wife is at work. Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked.

"No I'm sorry, I think we have the wrong house." Hermione said dejectedly.

"Hermione are you alright?" Ron questioned as they walked away.

"Yeah Ron. Let's go to the next house," she muttered.

Of course Hermione wasn't okay. But what was she going to tell Ron? She had to be brave for him, and for her parents.

They soon arrived at the next house on the list. Hermione couldn't stand the waiting. She just wanted to find her parents and go home.

"Look at the positives, Hermione. There are only three more addresses on the list, and your parents have to be one of them!"

Ron was trying to think positive, but the more he talked the more nervous Hermione got. What if her parents weren't one of the ones on the list? What would they do then? She was so consumed with her thoughts that she didn't notice that Ron had already rung the doorbell.

The house was painted a mellow green, that accented the shutters. Garden gnomes were placed throughout the yard. The patio hosted several wicker chairs that were painted white. Hermione could still smell the wet paint. Suddenly a tall auburn haired woman came to the door. Hermione was relinquished of all worries as she saw her mother before her.

"Mom- I mean Mrs. Wilkins can we come in? I know you don't know us or anything but we just need to, uh," Hermione started to ramble.

She had no idea what to say to her mother. How did she explain this all to her? Honestly, she didn't think they would make it this far, and hadn't planned up to this yet. Hermione looked at Ron, unsure of what to say. His blank face said it all. He wasn't sure what to say either.

"Of course, please make yourself at home," Mrs. Granger said as she opened the door and welcomed them inside.

The house was just as she imagined it. It was filled with books galore, and seemed like home already. It had the familiar smell of cookies, just like the house had always smelled. Mrs. Granger motioned for them to sit on the couch. She muttered something about getting tea before leaving the room.

"Ron we found them! I can't believe we found them!" Hermione whispered.

"I know I'm so happy. I think once your mom comes back we should get your dad and take off the spell. Then we can-" Ron was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

His body slouched to the floor as he was hit with a stunning spell. Hermione grabbed her wand and turned around quick, but she was not in time. She glanced at her attacker's face before falling beside her boyfriend.

I know you're mad right now about the cliffhanger... and NO THEY'RE NOT DEAD! Who's the attacker? You'll have to wait until next chapter. :P Please review and tell me your thoughts. I will update again soon!