"You should sit down, Hermione," Ginny said, once they had all gotten back to her house.
She sat down, and knew that she should at least attempt to say something, anything, to all of the people who were now in her home, that had been nice enough o come to the funeral.
Ginny sat down beside her, and patted her hand. "You never did tell me the results of the test. But it was positive, wasn't it?"
She nodded. It still all felt like a dream, more like a horrible nightmare.
"It's so unfair, you know? I mean this would have been our chance, to really, to actually have done things in the right order! And now… I just don't even know what to do."
"Harry and I will be here for you, Hermione, just like always. And… I told him. He knows."
"He does? What did he say?"
Ginny relaxed. She wasn't sure what all she should say in front of Hermione, but at this point, she knew that anything she could say that detoured around the subject of Draco and/or death was a good one to go on.
"Before, or after he calmed down?"
"Everything. I want to know everything."
"EVerything about what?" Harry asked, walking up on them at just that moment.
"Ginny told me your news, Harry," Hermione said, trying to pull it off that she hadn't known before. "I'm really happy for you guys."
"It was definitely not something that I would have expected," Harry said. "But regardless, I'm happy about it."
"Babies are wonderful," Hermione said, thoughtfully.
Ginny gave her a slight nudge on the shoulder, so slight that it was barely noticeable. But she knew that it was Ginny's way of asking Hermione if she was ready to tell anyone else her own news.
"I'm… I'm having one, too," she said.
"You're having a what?" Harry said, still somewhat clueless.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "A baby, Harry. She's having a baby. What did you think she was going to have? Puppies?"
He sighed. "I'm not as stupid as you think I am, you know. There is just so much going on that it's not really something that I'm putting all of my thoughts into, you know."
That was the end of that conversation, however, when Professor McGonagall, no matter how many years she was out of Hogwarts, Hermione would always think of her as Professor McGonagall, approached her.
"Hello, Ms Granger. Or I supposed I should say, Mrs Malfoy."
Hermione tried to smile at her, as Ginny and Harry eased themselves away.
Sitting down beside her, Minerva McGonagall gave a soft smile, one of the few actual smiles that Hermione had ever seen grace her face.
"I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Hermione."
"THank you," she whispered.
"The things that I said earlier at the funeral, I wish that I would have gotten the chance to say them to you before I said them in front of everyone, but they were all true."
"Did Draco really… did he really tell you that night that he wanted to marry me?"
She nodded. "That night when he came to talk to me, at two o'clock in the morning, no doubt! That was the last thing that I ever would have expected to hear him ask. I had always expected that the death of his parents had changed him, but it wasn't until that night that I truly saw where it had led him. You helped to open his heart, Hermione. I think you were able to give him one of the greatest gifts that a person can give to another. You taught him how to love another person and to be loved in return."
"I wasn't the nicest to him when the term started that year, Professor. In fact, there were times I was downright hateful to him."
She nodded. "It's completely understandable. After all, he hadn't always been the kindest to you, had he?"
She shook her head. "We had never been what you could call friends. I never even wanted to be his friend. Until… he started actual being someone who was there for me."
"I always knew that he had the potential, somewhere in there. I was just never sure if it was ever going to actually show up. Then the moment he told me everything that had happened, I knew that the moment had finally arrived."
She stopped, and placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Have faith, my dear."
Her words echoed throughout Hermione's mind as the rest of the afternoon continued on into the evening.
The house became quieter and quieter as everyone had left, with the only people remaining where Harry and Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Ron and Rose.
"If you ever need to talk, you know where we are," Mrs Weasley told her as she and Mr Weasley made their way out.
"Um, Hermione?" Ron said, making his way over to her.
She glanced at him.
Awkwardly, he reached out to give her a hug. "I'm really sorry about what happened, you know."
"I'm even sorrier that it was my fault."
She started at him, dumbfounded.
"If I hadn't mentioned… well, then you wouldn't have asked him to keep searching until he found them. And then, you wouldn't be where you are now."
"It wasn't your fault," she told him, finding it ironic that she was now telling him what it had taken George to tell her.
Trying to change the subject, he turned his eyes in the direction of where Rose and Scorpius were playing together.
"They seem to get along pretty well."
She nodded. "I think its good that he has someone his own age to play with. He's always just been surrounded by adults. I'm surprised he knows how to act around other children."
A loud scream caught their attention as they watched Rose pull a toy away from Scorpius and he reached his little hand over and slapped her, which caused her to scream.
Hermione rushed over. "Scorpius! That is not nice! You do not hit. Do you understand?"
He had a pout on his face. "She took it," he said.
"I know baby. And that wasn't nice of her either. But still, you don't hit. Do you understand?"
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"Now tell Rose you're sorry."
Within moments, the two of them were playing again as if nothing had ever happened.
"You're a really good mother, Hermione."
His words caught her off guard. She hadn't realized he'd been watching her.
"You're a natural at it."
"I just do what needs to be done," she said, almost uncomfortable at the praise she was being given.
He shook his head. "That isn't what I mean. I mean, just watching you, with something as simple as telling him when he's in trouble. You can tell that you mean it, that you're serious and all, but the love you have for him never falters."
"You're a great father, Ron. Rose is lucky to have you."
"She's definitely made a difference in my life. You know, until I found out about her, I never even knew if I wanted to have children. But now, I wouldn't trade her for the world."
She couldn't quite get over the change that was so evident in Ron. Becoming a father really had changed him. All for the better.