A/N: Okay so this story is definitely a Ron/Hermione shipping story, so if you can't stand that ship, then you can just replace the names as you go along because I still want you to read it. Please review!
Hermione woke up in Ginny's room of the Burrow. She was staying at the Weasley's for the summer. She loved it there; the smell of the freshly mowed grass, the magical world all around her, and Ron.
Hermione looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was six-thirty, but Hermione was fully awake. She moved her eyes to the bed across the room. Ginny was still sleeping; the top of her head was poking out from under the blankets along with her arm draping the side of the bed.
Hermione could feel the sleep drift from her body and stumbled out of bed. She moved to her dresser and found a suitable outfit. As she put the clothes on, she looked in the nearby mirror. 'Of course Ron would approve' she thought to herself. She pinned her hair up so that it gathered to the back of her head and brushed against the tops of her shoulders.
Being as quiet as possible so Ginny would not be awoken, Hermione slipped out through the door and headed down the stairway to the Weasley's kitchen.
As Hermione walked in she found Mrs. Weasley cooking assortments of food for breakfast. It seemed as if there was enough food for an army. Mrs. Weasley turned and saw Hermione enter the kitchen. "Good morning, dear. I see we're up early today!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was cheery and she seemed to be wide awake.
"Good morning. Do you need any help?" Hermione moved toward the stove. Mrs. Weasley smiled at the gesture.
"That would be wonderful, dear! Just stir this for a while and I'll start setting the table." Mrs. Weasley went out of the room with plates, napkins, cups, and silverware floating behind her.
Hermione began to stir the contents that Mrs. Weasley had pointed out to her. Hermione recognized it as oatmeal. She could smell the fresh scent of cinnamon rising from the pot. The Weasley's kitchen always smelled delicious.
Soon enough, Mrs. Weasley came into the kitchen apparently having finished setting the table and began her work again cooking.
"Oh, Hermione! I believe that oatmeal is done. You can turn off the burner now and place the oatmeal on the table."
"Sure," Hermione took the oatmeal and started for the dining room. It was a little hot, so Hermione began to walk more quickly to get to the table faster. When she walked through the dining room door, she tripped on the floor rug and fell. The oatmeal flew everywhere and the bowl shattered to pieces. Hermione gasped and when she came to her sense she realized had fallen into someone's arms. She looked up and saw Ron trying to hold in his laughter.
"I see we're helping out with breakfast this morning," he smiled and helped Hermione to her feet. Hermione figured he would burst out laughing, but he just stood there with that silly smirk on his face.
"Destroying it is more like it." Hermione sighed and headed toward the kitchen to get a rag and a dust bin.
"You know," Ron started, "mum's not going to be too happy about this. Maybe I should handle it." Ron went into the kitchen and Hermione could hear Mrs. Weasley screaming about how Ron should be less clumsy.
"RONALD WEASLEY! YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAREFUL! SOMEONE COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT!
"But mum, I was just trying to help."
"WELL, IF YOU WANT TO HELP SO BAD, GO IN THERE AND CLEAN THE MESS! I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IN THERE!"
"I'm really sorry, mum," Hermione could hear Ron say.
"NOW I HAVE TO MAKE MORE! I CAN'T GET ANYTHING DONE HERE!" Mrs. Weasley seemed to go off rambling after that and Ron came into the dining room with a rag, dust bin, and a bright red face.
"Ron, that was sweet of you to take the blame, but I think she would've gone easier on me," Hermione giggled.
"Well, it probably wouldn't have been a big deal if I didn't tell her that I took the bowl from your hands and it flew across the room." They both laughed and began to clean up the mess.
The two cleaned silently for a while making sure to make everything spotless so that Mrs. Weasley would not explode again. Suddenly, Ron began to start conversation, "You know, Hermione, we haven't done too much this summer." He said this without looking at her, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
"Sure we have. We've played Quidditch and we even went out the other night—"
"No, I mean, we haven't done anything together. You know, just you and me." Ron's face grew red and Hermione's heart skipped a beat. 'He wants to do something with me? Alone?' she thought. She could not help but feel she was getting her hopes up.
"Well, we should do something sometime," Ron said. "I mean, go somewhere together. Just us."
Hermione's cheeks flushed almost enough to match Ron's and she still did not take her eyes off the spot she was cleaning, "I think that's a great idea, Ron. Do you think we could do something today?" Hermione hoped she did not sound too forward about the situation.
"Sounds great! I mean, I think that would be fun," Ron sounded relieved. He was trying to keep his enthusiasm from showing, but Hermione could sense it.
"What were you thinking of doing?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, I have an idea, but it's going to be a surprise," Ron smiled and winked, he felt much more comfortable now that Hermione seemed to be interested.
"Oh, really? And just how might I act to such a surprise?" Hermione put her hands on her hips and gave a curious smile.
"I guess we'll have to just wait and see," Ron took his rag and headed out of the room. Hermione was left to a clean dining room once again. As Ron went through the doorway, she could not help but smirk at his secretiveness.
Being in such a happy mood, Hermione decided to go and see if Ginny was awake yet. She climbed the stairs and opened Ginny's door. Hermione found Ginny sitting on her bed putting on some shoes.
"Good morning, Ginny," Hermione sang.
"Hey, Hermione. Have you been up for a while?"
"Yeah, for a couple of hours now. Your mum's working on breakfast. She's been cooking all morning. I don't know why she's cooking all of this food."
"Oh, I do," Ginny replied. "Our old friends are coming up for brunch today. We haven't seen them in years."
"Oh, okay. So are you all great friends with them?"
"Well, they have kids and some our age too."
"You're going to have to tell me all about these people, Ginny."
"Okay then, their surname is Dacey. They live in Scotland now, but they used to live near us when we were younger. Their dad, Mark, got a job out in Scotland and so they had to move. Their mum, Laura, keeps in touch with my mum by owl and they have been planning on getting together for some time now, but everyone's been so busy that it's been delayed so many times."
"So you've known them since you were little?"
"Yup, ever since I can remember. They have four kids. The oldest is Charlie's age, his name is Andrew, but we call him Andy. Then there is Daniel who is Fred and George's age and just like them too. Then there is Susan who is your age and Jane who is my age."
"Oh, so will they all be coming?" Hermione asked.
"No, Andy isn't. He's off working, but everyone else will be here. It's for the better though because Charlie and Bill are off working too and he wouldn't have anyone his age to talk to.
"And everyone gets along with each other just fine?"
"They are a really nice family. Don't worry," Ginny smiled.
Hermione smiled back. She was excited to meet another wizarding family, since she usually only saw muggles during the summer at her parents house. 'If Ginny likes them, then I'm sure I will too' she thought.
"I'm going to go help mum in the kitchen. I heard her yelling about having too much work to do earlier. Ginny got up and left the room. Hermione could hear Ginny's feet as they went down the stairs.
A/N: And there's the end of chapter one! I hope you all liked it! Please review!