Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I promise.

Hi! I'm not wasting any time am i? AAD's finished and I've already moved on to a new love.

Here we are my dears! Hopefully you like it, and I'm hoping to see a few familiar reviewer pen names.:P Hinteth hinteth.

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A few cheap laughs. She always knew, that visiting that particular house would involve her witnessing a few cheap laughs. Whether it was one of the twins, f rollicking in their immaturity, or from Ron, who had proved his witty comments would always get a chuckle or two.

The Weasley house, was the place to go if you needed your spirits lifted.

Today was no exception.

Before she apparated, Hermione checked herself for the hundredth time in the full length mirror in the bedroom of her apartment.

Her hair was long, to the middle of her back, still chocolaty brown and slightly curly. Although, her figure had changed a tad.

Just a tad though. She wasn't a goddess like Ginny Weasley, or a temptress like Lavender Brown. Though really, would either of them admit it to themselves? Hermione's usual explanation for herself usually requires rather plain adjectives, which were not very flattering. So, people would have to rely on their own reactions to her.

Although, she was not seventeen anymore.

She was wearing a loose yellow sun dress, and kept her hair down. It was a lovely summers day and she had decided she would embrace the rare heat.

Though she did wear a hat, no-one wants Cancer now, do they?

The clock on her wall told her she was already late, but she didn't really mind. Long ago were the days of being five minutes early, these were the days of relaxation.

Hermione walked from her bedroom into her kitchen. Her apartment was relatively large, thanks to her job as the Chief Mediwitch at St Mungos.

Her flat was exceptionally neat. Dust didn't last long in her home, even though the only company she entertained were the Weasley clan, and Harry, who was an honorary member after he married Ginny two years ago.

Hermione Granger, Twenty three, single, but not really minding.

As for Ron, he had married Luna shortly after getting out of Hogwarts. Though unfortunately, the ramifications of marrying young had come back to him, and they had gotten divorced after their now four year old son was born. Ron was currently engaged again, to Lavender Brown.

After checking she had not forgotten anything, Hermione held her wand in her hand, and apparated to a house she knew very well, The Burrow.

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"HERMIONE!" A voice yelled loudly.

She turned quickly, almost twisting her ankle to greet the face of the person who had called.

Bill Weasley.

After the war, Hermione had become very close to Bill, Charlie, and even the twins. They helped her through the death of her father, who Theodore Nott murdered.

Theodore Nott lasted an hour after it happened. She avenged her father.

Bill grinned down at her.

"Hi Bill!" She said and he hugged her briefly.

"How are you Hermione? Haven't seen you in ages!"

Hermione laughed.

"You consider two days, ages?"

Bill started leading her into the house.

"I do indeed!"

They passed Arthur Weasley, who was too occupied in a Muggle clock radio to even notice he had a guest.

Hermione was only in the living room five minutes when Molly Weasley pounced.

"Hermione dear!" She cried engulfing her in a hug. "You're late!"

"I'm sorry Molly." Hermione said but the elder woman waved her off.

"Such a polite young lady, you ought to teach Ronald some manners."

A voice from behind Hermione scoffed.

"Hey, i resent that!"

She turned and was greeted by one of her best friends.
"Hi Ron!" She grinned and hugged him, much to the disappointment of the woman on his left, Lavender Brown. Who still had the delusion that Hermione was after Ron.

"Hi Lavender." Hermione said politely but she received no answer from the girl, who marched past her to Molly, who didn't look too thrilled to see her.

Hermione made her way over to an inviting looking couch, but before she could sit down, someone caught her arm and started to lead her in a waltz.

She rolled her eyes good humoredly.

"Hi George."

The twin grinned at her.

"Maiden Granger you are mistaken! I am Lord George, of the Weasel clan."

Hermione curtsied and he bowed.

"And where might Lord Fred be? Might a maiden say hello?"

"You mean Jester Fred?" George said. "That baboon? Oh princess, you cannot associate with such ruffians!"

He twirled her quickly, and she almost lost her footing for the second time that day, but he steadied her before she fell.

"Thank-eth thee." She joked and he beamed again before resuming their waltz.

They were only dancing for under five seconds when she felt herself being pulled into a difference dance by another body, the quick step if she wasn't mistaken.

"Jester Fred!" Hermione squealed trying to keep up.

The red head gasped. "Has that man been telling people I'm a jester? I shall kill that impertinent, impudent, yet handsome man!"

Hermione patted his head.

"You're vocabulary is getting better!"

He nodded proudly.

"I've been studying."

She laughed.

Eventually Hermione did get to sit on the couch, but only when everyone else came into the room. Harry and Ginny walked in, along with Ginny's bulge who Hermione regarded as an extra person.

Though technically, it was.

They greeted each other and then sat down, the party was complete. Charlie was in Romania, and unfortunately, Percy had died in the war. It was still a tender subject for all of the Weasleys, and Hermione didn't raise it.

"So." Ginny said once everyone was settled. "Hermione, how's your love life?"
Hermione groaned and tried to shrink away from everyone who was looking at her.

"Gee you don't waste any time do you?" She joked and they didn't laugh, just waited for answer. "Non existent." She added and they sighed.

"What?" Hermione asked in an indignant voice. "I don't have the time to-"

Ginny scoffed loudly and more angrily than she would have done normally, but there was the mood swings to be taken into consideration.

"You're married to your job." She accused.

"Am not." Hermione said poking her tongue out.

Ginny rubbed her bulge, which was only four months swollen, but was still quite large.

"Wish this thing would come out of me." Ginny muttered and Harry kissed her hand.

"Patience."

She smiled at him.

Hermione was just glad the subject had shifted.

Fred and George, who sat on either of her arm chairs, each threw one of their arms around her and grinned deviously.

"So, why is there no man on the scene princess?" George asked.

"Do the prince's fail to kill the dragons?" Fred added.

Hermione laughed and nodded.

"Yes, that's it. Too many reptiles around."

George nodded.

"That is a growing epidemic in love."

"I'll marry you!" Fred grinned jokingly.

Hermione laughed. "I don't really think Angelina would appreciate that, you are engaged after all."

Fred groaned teasingly.

"Oh how that vixen has stolen my heart." He pretended to swoon and she giggled.

"Where is Angelina actually?" George asked and Fred frowned.

"She's with her mother. She needs to look after her today."

"Bummer." Hermione said and George nodded.

Hermione took off her hat and put it on her lap, but Fred took it off her and put it on.

"Manly." George said and Fred nodded.

"Does it make my face look puffy?"

Hermione nodded jokingly and Fred gasped and stood up.

"I must rectify this situation!" He grabbed George and they left the room.

Hermione watched them go, laughing.

"Nutters."
Molly turned to her son.

"Ronald, where's Bernie? Don't you get him on Fridays?"

"No, Luna gets him then." Ron said quietly and Lavender groaned.

"Let's not talk about her, i hate that co-"

"Language!" Molly said, affronted.

Lavender rolled her eyes and didn't apologize, just continued checking her nails.

They seemed to have run out of things to talk about, not something that usually happened at that house.

"So." Bill said.

"Yeah." Ginny said.

"How much do polar bears weigh?" Hermione asked and they all looked at her.

A voice from the door finished the joke before she could.

"Enough to break the ice."

They all turned, but no-one laughed at the joke, they were too shocked.

He wasn't ragged at all. Not like the last time she saw him, all those years ago. His hair was cut so that it was still past his chin, and fell into his eyes, but it was as neat as it usually was. Which wasn't very neat at all really. He wore black long trousers, and an open white shirt.

He looked handsome, and Hermione Granger never knew she'd say that about her best friends godfather.

There was still one thing though.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Ginny screamed, echoing how everyone in the room felt.

Molly had fainted. Everyone else in the room was frozen in place. Hermione looked at Harry, who was a thousand times paler than he usually was. His eyes were teary.

"Sirius?" He asked softly.

The older man nodded, he had tears in his eyes also, which Hermione herself nearly started crying at when she saw.

Harry stood up and walked over to the man, but he left some distance in between them.

"How?" He asked quickly, and with a choked voice.

Sirius looked disappointed, as if this was not the reaction he was expecting.

"That's a story for a cold dark night. Not for this, what should be happy." He said briefly. That seemed to satisfy Harry, because he took the remaining steps and embraced the man he had mourned for years.

It didn't satisfy Hermione, it still felt like he could disappear at any moment to her.

This was going to take some getting used to.

Instead of crying over dramatically, which is how Hermione thought Ginny's mood swings would make her, they instead made her quite calm and nonchalant over the situation.

"So, what are you? Seventy by now?" She asked jokingly.

Sirius barked with laughter, shivers ran up Hermione's spine upon hearing it.

That was something she hadn't heard in a while.

"Actually I'm still only thirty seven. When i fell through the veil, time didn't go on. It stopped, i didn't age."

Hermione nodded more to herself than to Sirius, who hadn't even looked at her.

That's why he looked so good.

Oh god. Hermione said blushing. I cannot believe i thought that.

She fiddled with her hands in her lap, wondering what they were going to do today. Even though Sirius had only been back in their lives for a few minutes, he looked relaxed, well dressed, and not in need of rest.

It was all so surreal to her.

But his current state of relaxation, caused her to think that they would probably continue with their planned picnic in the grounds of the burrow. Although that was silly, Harry and Sirius probably wanted to catch up.

Hermione felt like a teenagers around the man again. She remembered a conversation she had with Ginny when they were staying at Sirius' house.

"He's quite hot." Ginny giggled and Hermione looked shocked.

"He's an old man!"
This made Ginny laugh harder.

"A hot old man."

Hermione blushed.

"True."

Ginny gasped. "You so like him!"
"I do not!"

Ginny fanned herself. "Oh if i was ten years older..."

Now that they were ten years older, and the age difference really wasn't a problem, the conversation they'd had seemed far less innocent now.

Hermione saw Sirius scan the room and she tried to sink into her chair.

Arthur was trying to revive his wife, so Sirius' gaze bypassed him.

Thankfully, he settled on Ginny.

His eyes went wide when he spotted her bulge.

Sirius turned to Harry.

"No!" He said grinning and Harry nodded.

"Meet Ginny Potter and our unborn baby."

Sirius looked like he was either about to burst out of happiness, or start crying.

Sirius hugged Harry again.

"You're a man now. I'm just sad i wasn't there to see it."

Harry grinned at him.

"But there are so many things you're going to be here for now."

Sirius nodded.

Hours later, they were all still sitting in the living room, and Hermione had lost count over the amount of questions when it had reached the hundredths, but none were directed, or from her, and Hermione was perfectly alright with that.

For those hours Hermione had been part of the couch. She only wished Fred and George had come back from 'rectifying the situation' that way she could have had some company.

"So." Sirius said turning to Hermione suddenly. "What about you Hermione? Where's your husband and children today?"

Hermione bowed her head, blushing. It had never occurred to her before he said that, that she was the only one out of them all who still hadn't done anything remotely close to any of that.

Thankfully she didn't have to answer that question, because a distraction came.

Fred and George came bursting into the room, both wearing what looked like Molly's dresses, wearing full make up, their hair was adorned with hundreds of pink ribbons, and Fred was wearing Hermione's hat.

Not even noticing that Sirius was back alive, let alone in his house, Fred turned to Hermione grinning madly.

"How about now? Does this make my face look puffy?"

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Heh. Well there it is. The first chapter to my new story, with a brand new pairing I've never tried before.

What do you thinketh my lovelies? Continue it or not?

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