(I just want to note that I'm not sure when Rose was actually born...I'm just making it Ch.3of this story.)

Ron felt terrible. He had betrayed her, and he felt sick. That bloody thing inside of her made Hermione....different. Really different. It made her hormonal, and hungry. All the time. "Ron...could te go into Honeydukes and get me some cauldron cakes please?" "Hermione, if te eat any più cauldron cakes, you'll turn into one." Ron walked into the living room to find Hermione lying down on the couch. She looked tired. "Mione, te ok?" Ron rushed over to her. "Ron, the only thing that's...

Ron could tell that Hermione was a bit uncomfortable. She was smiling nervously, as if she didn't know what to say to his millions of relatives. In order to get her alone, Ron grabbed her hand and took her outside far, far away from
The Burrow. "Ron, what are te doing?" Hermione asked as soon as she could, Ron had pulled her so quickly from
The Burrow, she hadn't had a chance to speak. "I just wanted some alone time. te looked like te were going to cry if te weren't going to get out of there soon." He grinned. "Ronald, Bilius, Weasley. I would never be so rude at my own wedding!" Ron's...