A/N. This story is dedicated to my friend and "muse" for this story.Christy!

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, "That's perfect! You're going to be ready for that test tomorrow!"

"Thanks," Ron said as he blushed, "I've been practicing."

"Yes Ickle Ronnie Kins, you've been practicing really hard and now your girlfriend will reward you hard work with a kiss," Ginny giggled form couch she was sitting on.

"Shut up Ginny!" Hermione shouted and threw a pillow at her.

"Yeah," Ron glared at her, "We wouldn't want mom finding out about your rendez-vous with Draco now would we?"

Ginny said nothing, simply folded her arms and glared at the two.

"Have no fear, Bridget's here," Bridget announced as she flounced into the room and threw herself on the couch next to Ginny, dropping the shopping bags she was carrying on the floor. Harry followed her into the room.

"Wow, that's got to be a record. How long were you guys shopping for?" Hermione asked as she examined the contents of thr bag.

"Oh, we went to Diagon Alley for about three hours, then we went shopping in the Muggle stores for another three hours."

"Okay, you guys left around nine this morning and it's," Hermione looked at her watch, "It's almost eight o'clock now. What did you do for the rest of the time?"

"We went to lunch at this really fancy French restaraunt."

"Oh, I'm sure phlem would love to tell you all about how, 'tres magnifique' French food is," Ginny said with a roll of her eyes.

"Even though the French are lousy fighters, I will give them that they sure know how to cook."

Hermione chuckled, "Yeah."

"I don't think they can even do that. The crap that I ate tasted like rubber."

"What'd you have?"

"I donno, Bridget ordered for me. They didn't know English." At this point, Bridget began to laugh uncontrolabaly.

"What's so funny?" Harry demanded.

"Nothing," Bridget said with a casual wave of her hand.

"Don't you pull that, why are you laughing?"

"I ordered you escargots."

"Right, I know. You said it was a type of fish that they put in shells."

"I can't believe you fell for that!" Bridget laughed, "Escargots is snails!"

Harry looked furious and embarassed, "What!"

"Even I wouldn't have fell for that one mate," Ron said, unable to control his laughter.

"Well, I . . ." Harry rounded on Bridget, "I can't believe you'd do that to me!"

"It's payback from the time you told me that you just wanted me to sit on the broom and then took my up fifty feet! You know how I hate hieghts!" Birdget cried indignantly.

"Okay, fine you're both even. Now can we please think about what we're going to do for dinner. Everyone at the Order is coming for dinner and Amelia asked us to," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Let's make spaghetti!" Bridget squealed.

"No," they all groaned in unison. Bridget's face fell into a pout.

"What about Cornbeef and Cabbage?" Ginny sugguested, "It's easy and pretty much everyone likes it."

"Fine," Bridget conceded, "Let's go." She began to pick up the bag.

"Here, I'll get that for you," Ron offered and picked up a bag that came from Fred and George's joke shop. He put his wand in the bag, next to what looked liked it was Bridget's wand.

"Thanks," Bridget said as she picked up some other bags that needed to be moved into Bridget's room. Ginny was sharing the room with her for the summer.

"Jeez, what do you have in these?" Ron grumbled, "Rocks."

"Maybe," Bridget giggled, "Come on, just drop them anywhere and hurry up. They'll be home soon."

"Alright, let me just get my wand." Ron said as he grabbed one of the wands and headed down the stairs after the others.

"Hermione, would you mind practicing Apparation with me before tomorrow? Like preferably tonight?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked up from stirring the pot, "Of course. How about after dinner?"

Ron looked at her, "I'd perfer if it was before dinner. I don't want anyone to make fun of me."

"Then you're paracticing in front of the wrong people," Bridget said with a wink.

Hermione couldn't say no to Ron, "Fine, once before everyone gets here."

Ron smiled triumphantly and raised his wand, there was a loud bang and alot of smoke.

"Is everyone okay?" Hermione said as she made a feeble attempt to clear the smoke. When the smoke started to clear there stood a 2 men and a woman in clothes that clearly haven't been worn in centuries.

"Will?" The woman asked fearfully, "Where are we?"