Disclaimer: Would J.K Rowling write fanfiction? Really (rolls eyes) …
The late summers' night was calm and mild. All of the Burrows' inhabitants were gathered in the cosy sitting room, except for four. Ginny was sitting on her bed next to the cot I which the twins resided, sleeping peacefully. Her hair was curled, and she was wearing a plain summer dress and cardigan. She'd been bored, and decided to experiment. Her bare feet dangled over the edge of the bed and she sighed, allowing memories to wash over her.
It was a week until the wedding (Harry and Ginny's) and with all the details taken care of, things were unusually quiet. It made Ginny want to laugh as she thought of the chaos the house had been in mere weeks ago.
Harry Ron and Hermione were sitting near the foot of the stairs, chatting happily about their eight years of friendship so far.
"I never thought I'd want to thank a troll," said Ron, glancing at Hermione's head resting on his shoulder. "We wouldn't be here without you."
"Or you," said Hermione, blushing slightly. "Harry would've drowned."
"And I've heard people saying screw Dumbledore; you're the greatest wizard in the world."
"Dumbledore was better than me," said Harry quietly. "I'm really sick of al the fame. How many times has Rita Skeeter badgered us for a biography?"
"I think it's five," said Hermione. "But she backed off after I threatened to tell the Ministry she was an unregistered animagius."
Ron smirked.
"You know we're being called 'The Golden Trio' now," said Harry, sighing.
"Yeah," said Hermione. "I think we should put that straight."
She raised her head from Ron's shoulder, stood up and disappeared.
Harry and Ron exchanged looks, but didn't say anything.
Hermione returned a couple of minutes later with Ginny in tow.
"Can we go outside?" said Hermione. "It's a lovely night."
Judging by the looks on the boys' faces, they were as equally surprised as Ginny. She followed the other three across the garden, the grass tickling her bare feet, and the four of them stopped under the majestic tree next to the pond. It brought back memories. Under this tree Hermione had sat moments before she had collapsed with pneumonia, and it was under the same tree that Ron had proposed; mere days later.
"I just wanted to say something," said Hermione. "If it wasn't for you three I probably wouldn't be standing here today."
"What did I do?" Ginny asked modestly.
"You came to the Ministry with us," said Hermione. "And you fought at Hogwarts. Seeing your dot on the map was probably the only thing that kept Harry going when we were on the run."
"How did you know I was doing that?" Harry asked, and, even in the half-light, Ginny could see that he was blushing. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"We're all engaged now," she said. "And I suppose we'll be moving on soon enough. And I just wanted to make sure that we'll always be there for each other."
Harry's eyebrows creased into a frown.
"'Mione," he said. "Are you saying that you're afraid we'll drift apart? You've already been my sister for years, now it's just going to be official. It won't change. After all these years we won't just abandon each other."
Hermione smiled, reassured. "And I just wanted Ginny to know that all this 'Golden Trio' stuff is nonsense. We're the golden quartet."
Ginny's eyes swimmed with tears, as Hermione conjured four ornate glasses of Firewhisky. She pressed three of them into the others' hands.
"So … the Golden Quartet."
"The Golden Quartet," the other three echoed, chinking the glasses against each other and drinking the Firewhisky.
"GROUP HUG!" said Ron suddenly. The others were only too happy to oblige.
I had a dream about them standing in the garden talking about this, so I decided to write it. Wish it was longer, but can't think of what else to put. What do you think?