Premise for this fic is that Hermione's parents are completely irresponsible prats so in the summer of her fifth year she decides to go live in the burrow, however she has grown up over the school year, and one of the twins can't keep saliva in his mouth, while Ron still is in love w/ Herms. Harry and Ginny are going out, and their getting serious. Adolescent antics ensue.

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Ch1, Hermione comes home

It was a chilly day as Hermione walked up the steps of the burrow, but her reasons for being there were even colder. She rapped on the door quickly and waited, presently someone came to the door.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, may I come in?" she asked

"Why of course dear, is there something wrong?" said Mrs. Weasley worridly

Although Hermione struggled to keep herself in check she felt the tracks of hot tears warming her face as she nodded. Hermione found herself telling Mrs. Weasley about how she'd come home to a note saying that her father had been charged with embezzlement and that they were hiding out in the Caribbean, but could not send for her until their plastic surgery was done, saying that she should stay with her friends at 'the dugout' or whatever it was called until they could get her. It was just wrong! But Hermione didn't really have anywhere else to go because the note had also said that there was a repo man coming three days after her arrival. So Hermione had packed her bags, and come to the burrow.

Hermione's pov

I looked at Mrs. Weasley, she was sniffing at my tail of woe, but I had used up my tears midway through, resorting to bitterness instead.

I then realized that we were all alone, something rather odd for the Weasley home, seeing as there were so many people who lived there.

"Mrs. Weasley, where is everyone?

"Oh, you mean the boys and Ginny? Their upstairs playing candy land." She replied confidently. I smiled, recalling the codes that the gang had made up during the school year, 'candy land' in actuality meant 'truth or dare'. I told Mrs. Weasley that I was going to pop up and join them and set up my bags, she nodded and told me she was going to start supper.

I quickly darted up the stairs to

Ginny's room, the picture of adolescents, posters of early 80's punk bands papered the chipped red walls, a dresser, a desk, a dirty mirror, and a bed. In the middle of the room were George, Fred and Ron, all looking rather peeved that Harry and Ginny were not there.

Author's pov

As she came in the room the two twins grinned maliciously and Ron sprang up to hug her. Harry and Ginny, hearing the commotion decided to button up and sees what was happening outside of the closet they had been snogging in.

"Hermione! I've missed you so much! " Ron said.

"What the devil are you doing here?" George blurted.

"'Mione! What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, slightly short of breath.

"Um… hi herms." Harry said while hurriedly trying to get the lip-gloss off of his mouth.

Hermione smirked as she hugged Ron and started to explain her situation to them, suddenly becoming tired. The boys went back to their rooms, except Harry, who went to take a shower (that Hermione speculated was going to be cold), and Ginny helped her get her stuff set up and a bed made.

Fred lay on his bed thinking, his brother lay snoring a few feet away. But Fred couldn't sleep, he was fighting an internal war against his conscience, or rather, lack there of.

"Bloody hell man," he thought "she's your little brother's, he'd kill you if he ever found you ogling her like you were today!"

his twin grunted and opened his eyes drowsily

"Somthin' botherin' ya mate?" George asked politely. Fred muttered something about his brother not understanding. That got George's attention for sure. George promptly rolled onto his stomach to look at Fred through the dim light of the room that they shared. "You've got a thing for someone have you?" asked George

"Buggar off will you, I was just trying to think!"

"It must be hard for you, that" said George with a thoughtful expression on his face, Fred glared at him.

"Look, it's none of your business anyway!"

"it can't be Ginny or mum, no, we're related to them, but it's gotta be someone in this house though, OH MY GOD!" Yelled George, then in a more hushed tone

"You like Hermione!" Fred just glared at his twin, finding him surprisingly annoying.

A few moments prior to this Hermione and Ginny had been whispering in bed, only to be disturbed by a shout of 'OH MY GOD!' coming from the twins' room as they went to investigate, clad in flannel dress-nighties, so did Ron and Harry, who had been playing video games. George and Fred were sitting on Fred's bed talking in heated whispers as Hermione and Ginny came into the room, followed shortly by Harry and Ron. Seeing all of them George grinned maliciously and asked 1 fatal question,

"anyone up for enchanted truth or dare?"