A/N: This would be my first ever fanfiction for Ron and Hermione. Please read it and tell me what you think in the Review.
Disclaimer: I didn't make up these characters. These amazing characters are made up by the genius J.K Rowling, and J.K Rowling alone.
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Chapter 1

Hermione woke up at five in the morning, thanks to the generous light spilling from the curtains. As lovely as the sunshine is, it was as of now, unwanted. Late last night she just arrived at the house. She needed sleep and she needed sleep now. She tried closing her eyes, then after a few minutes, she concluded she couldn't go back to sleep. She groggily looked about the room. It was a pleasant room that made her feel at home. Her eyes stopped on the many pieces of furniture in the room, noticing the obvious feminine touches. That's Ginny for you, she thought endearingly. Though the room looked like a normal, cozy room, it was different. She could feel the difference. She could feel the magic.

Has it been that long? she thought to herself. Has it been so long that magic, which used to feel so harmonizing with me, now feels like something unusual hanging in the air? It had been eight years since she graduated from Hogwarts and eight long years since she set foot in the magical realm. Right after graduating, her parents were concerned that she was making too many friends in a world they had no idea about and not enough in their world; the only world that matter to them.

Hermione blew a stubborn lock of hair off her face.

Well, I was aloof with the muggles, she decided. But still ...
She was now twenty-five and a famous artist. She got the respect from many muggles. She was then finally able to visit the magical world and her friends. Ginny and Harry gladly offered her to stay at their house. Yes, their house. They've been married for three years already and had an adorable three-year-old son, James. The house also belonged to Ron.

Hermione made an unintelligent noise of annoyance. She pushed herself off her bed and made her way the mirror.

Ron lived with the happy couple and was supposed to come back home that evening. Hermione doubted that he'd be any different from when they were seventeen. Arrogant. Of course, all the young witches thought he was just gorgeous and adorable. Hermione grabbed her brush and stroked her short, smooth, and slightly curly hair. Certainly he was a good-looking young man, she thought as she continued brushing. And .. he had that heart-warming grin, nice lips.

Instantly, she remembered their kiss on their graduation day. It was a kiss that made her knees weak.

She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed the color rising in her cheeks. She shooked her head as if shaking the thought and color out. She didn't need to remember that. That kiss was unexpected and unwanted and they both knew that.

She doubted that they'd even talk to each other during her month long visit. The only thing they could possibly talk about is art. But even their choice of art is different. She did painting and he did photography.

She had grown into a different person over the past eight years and she knew that the arrogance she found somewhat attractive before, would be frowned upon now.

Hermoine haughtily stood up from the mirror and did her usual morning routine. She was a little hungry so she decided to quietly go down to the kitchen and help herself to a small snack. And since it was early and everyone was probably still sleeping, she stayed it her pajamas.

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A/N: Woo! yeah i know my first chapter is pretty lame but hey im working on it. I promise to bring in Ron in the next chapter! Please review I'll love you crazy! if you do.