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"Welcome, everyone, to this 10 year reunion! I am pleased to welcome, not only 1999's 7th years, but also 1999's 8th years as well. This is a first for the school, and we are happy to include you all in today's event."

McGonagall paused for a moment before continuing. "Today is a day for relaxing, for mingling and for having a good time. The school, as you know, has broken up for the summer, so if you would like, you can go and have a wander round. Refreshments are on several tables, and we are happy to include The Hippogriffs as they are playing for us today. Now, with that said, I shall end this by saying to you all... Welcome back, and have fun!"

Everybody clapped loudly as she got down from the stage. Behind her, The Hippogriffs began to play.

"Well, if it isn't Hermione Granger," came a voice from behind Hermione.

She turned – it was Ginny. "Um, hi, Ginny," she replied nervously. "How are y –"

Ginny cut her off. "Why are you here with my brother?" She was looking from Ron to Hermione, and back at Ron. "Why is she here with you? Why is she here at all?"

Looking behind her, Hermione saw Dean standing awkwardly to one side. He was still gripping the handle of the pushchair, in which two small children sat side by side. He glanced at his wife, then down at his feet, then at Hermione, who smiled at him. He grinned back at her.

Ron and Ginny were still talking. "Ginny, have you heard about Krum? What he did?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect her to come to you!"

"Look, it's fine. I've forgiven her."

"She hurt you! You were engaged!"

"Ginny, you're pregnant. This is the hormones talking."

Eventually, Ginny went to sit with Dean at another table. Ron turned to Hermione. "Sorry about that. She... she didn't take it well when you broke up with me. And now, what with her being pregnant and everything... it really doesn't help."

Hermione shook her head. "No, it's fine." She bobbed her head to the music, just as Cho came back to the table. Harry, who had been sitting awkwardly in his seat while the fight progressed, visibly relaxed.

"I got us some drinks!" Cho chirped. She handed one to Harry. Just then, the seat next to Hermione was scraped back, and a bulky man with a receding hairline plonked his large bottom onto it. He turned to her.

"Hermione! How're ye?" he asked, in an Irish accent. It took Hermione a few seconds to realise that the balding man beside her was, in fact, Seamus Finnigan.

"Seamus! Hi!" she replied. "I'm fine, what about you? What have you been up to?"

"Ah, well, I've been up to a lot. I'm married, I'll have ye know. Lavender and I have been married five years now. She's over there, gettin' us some drinks."

He gestured to where Lavender Brown – or, in fact, Finnigan – was coming over, holding two glasses. Her blonde was thin and limp, and she looked a bit thinner than she had ten years ago. "Hey, sweetie, here's your Guinness," she piped up.

"Cheers, Lav, me mouth's as dry as a nun's crack." Hermione blanched. She looked at Seamus to see if he had noticed what he'd just said. But no, he carried on as normal. She glanced at Ron and Harry, who were in silent stitches. Lavender smiled at Hermione kindly.

"Hi, Hermione. How are you?"

Hermione didn't have time to respond, because Seamus had raised his glass and begun to speak.

"A toast! To Hermione. As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way!" He clinked his glass against his wife's. "Cheers!" He gave a loud belch.

"Um. Thanks, Seamus," Hermione said. She sat in silence for a moment, before grabbing Ron's arm. "Hey, Ron, I love this song. How about we go and dance?" She pulled him out of his seat and into the middle of the room, where a few couples were dancing. Harry and Cho followed.

They began to dance opposite eachother. Hermione tried to avoid Ginny's dirty looks from across the room.

"You didn't do that just to get away from Mr Mad Irish Bloke, did you?" Ron grinned at her.

"Uh... no, of course not. I really enjoyed smelling his alcohol-breath and hearing dirty Irish similes," she replied.

They danced in silence for a while. Harry and Cho were across from them, gazing into each other's eyes and sneaking a little kiss every time their heads came close. Hermione glanced back at the table to check if Seamus and Lavender were still there. They weren't – it seemed that they had come onto the dance floor too.

"Alright, folks, let's slow it down a little," came a voice from the stage.

Slow, twinkly music washed over them. The singer started crooning a cheesy love song into the microphone. Hermione stepped back.

"Maybe I should get back to the table," she said apologetically to Ron. She hurried quickly back to the table and gathered up her things, making sure they were all still there. Ron came after her.

"Hey... Harry and Cho are busy. How about we go for a stroll around the school?" he suggested.

She considered this.

"Okay. I'd like to see it all again, I guess." She picked up her bag. "Let's go."

They walked up the Entrance Hall stairs and, after many corridors and stairs, found themselves on the seventh floor, in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The portrait of the Fat Lady was still there. As they approached, she burbled, "Ooh, old Gryffindors, here for the reunion, I see. Come through, dears." And she swung open to reveal the common room beyond.

It was just as Hermione remembered – the fireplace, the tables, the soft, squashy armchairs and the two staircases. Ron sat himself down in one of the armchairs.

"Wow. It's just like I remembered it. Do you remember there, when Neville turned into a canary? And over there's where Harry opened his golden egg and nearly shattered the windows with the noise it made." He grinned, remembering.

"I don't know how I ever forgot anything about this place," Hermione said dreamily. She sat down too.

They sat for a moment, before getting up and wandering around the common room and dormitories. Ron found that he still couldn't get into the girl's dormitories – when he tried to climb the stairs, the alarm sounded and the stairs turned into the normal stone slide.

"Let's go into the grounds," he suggested, after a third failed attempt. So they made their way out of the common room, down the many stairs and corridors and into the grounds.

It was summer, and although it was past six in the evening, the sky was still light and the air was musky. They wandered along a path through some trees. They stopped at a line of trees. Ron spoke.

"Remember... remember when we came down here... for the last time. At the end of the Battle of Hogwarts. And we knew... we knew we wouldn't be coming back." His voice was low and husky. "And we stood right here. I didn't know how much I'd miss it til now. I wish things would go back to... to the way they used to be."

He leaned down. Hermione didn't realise what he was doing until the last minute, but by then it was too late.

A/N: I'm pretty sure you can all guess what he was doing *wink wink nudge nudge* but you'll have to wait until next time to find out what happens!

There's not much to say about this chapter, really.

I hope you enjoyed reading it, and I will try and update soon.

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