Hermione Granger walked up to her beloved boyfriend Ron Weasley and gave him a welcoming kiss.

"Did I mention my parents want to meet you?"

"We've met, second year remember?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I mean really meet you. Introduce, have dinner, hang out. Oh and you can meet my sister."

"You have a sister?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded.

It was true, Hermione had a twin sister named Grace, but they couldn't have been more opposites. Not only was Hermione a witch and Grace not, but whilst Hermione had bushy brown hair, Grace had beautiful chestnut straight hair. Hermione always envied her sister. It's true, their looks were basically the same when it came to body and facial features, but Hermione had always thought her sister was prettier all because she has the perfect hair.

"Oh, I don't think you've ever mentioned her."

"Well, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, just cause we're twins and all…"

"So not only do you have a sister, but you have a twin sister?"

"Uh, yea," Hermione replied.

"You know, I don't see how this never came up. I mean Fred and George are twins and you never thought to mention it?"

"I just thought, you know since I don't expect to really be part of the muggle world anymore… not that I'm going to forget my family or anything… that it wasn't as important to my life."

"You and you're sister must not get along if you don't think she'll be important in your life just because you're a witch… and I take it she's not."

"You'd be correct there,"

"Well, when did your parents want this to happen?"

"ASAP,"

"Huh?"

"As Soon As Possible," Hermione sighed "honestly, you wizards and not knowing muggle slang," she shook her head. "Anyways, how about tonight?"

"Sure I guess,"

"Great, I'll meet you back here then and I can apparate us to my house then." She kissed her boyfriend goodbye and apparted home.

That night Hermione went to pick Ron up.

"Alright," she said taking his hand, "you ready?"

"Yea," Ron said. Hermione nodded and spun on the spot. They landed outside a little white house with a white picket fence in front and a nice green lawn.

"Nice home," Ron said. Hermione smiled and led him inside. As soon as she opened the door, Hermione's parents were there to greet them.

"You must be Ronald, Hermione's told us so much about you!" Mrs Granger said giving Ron a hug.

"Mom please, you knew Ron, kind of, from when we went to Diagon Alley to gather school supplies. Remember, his dad and Malfoy's father got in a fight at the back of the store."

"Right," Mr Granger said. He shook Ron's hand. They led the way to the living room and a Hermione saw Grace sitting in a chair, back to everyone, watching TV.

"Grace," Hermione said, "say hi to Ron,"

Ron saw a head of chestnut hair peeking up form a chair and then a hand raise and flap, as if waving, with perfect manicured nails.

Hermione scoffed and pulled Ron towards the couch.

"Ron, Grace, Grace, actually say hi to him!" Hermione said. Grace turned to the couch and Ron's breath was caught. She was beautiful. She had beautiful hazel eyes and her hair was very glossy. He thought she looked like a celebrity. He felt guilty for thinking this since he was so happy with Hermione.

"Hi," she said and then turned back to the TV. Ron didn't say anything and just kept staring. Hermione thought it was because of his rudeness. Can't blame him for that, God, she can be so mean! She thought.

Hermione parents took seats on one of the couches while Hermione and Ron sat on the other.

"Is this a telly-vition?" Ron asked Hermione. She giggled but Grace burst out laughing.

"A what?" she asked, choking on some popcorn she was eating.

"Television Ron, and yes it is," Hermione replied. Ron's face turned beat red. "Ignore her," Hermione whispered. He nodded. They talked some small chat while Mrs. Granger finished dinner and then they all sat at the table.

"You have a really nice home," Ron said trying to be polite. He did like it though; it was different from any house he'd ever been in, even Harry Potter's nasty relatives.

"Thanks you Ron," Mrs Granger said. They ate the roast chicken, potatoes and green beans. Ron had two helpings.

"You're a hungry man," Mrs Granger said.

"Ron's mum always cooks lots of food, then again she does have seven kids…" she trailed off and looked at Ron, "six I mean," she corrected quietly. She took his hand as his eyes filled with a few tears. He was still sensitive about Fred's death. "Sorry," she muttered. Ron patted her hand.

"It's alright, it slipped out. Happens more often then not. It's still hard to believe he's gone though,"

"I know," Hermione whispered. Her parents exchanged looks but kept quiet, Grace on the other hand, being who she was, nosed in.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing Grace," Hermione said, not taking her eyes off Ron.

"Why's he blubbering like a little baby then?"

"Grace," her father said sternly but she ignored him. "It was an accident; she didn't mean to count wrong. That many kids and anyone would mistake the number." Now Hermione glared at her sister.

"It's not that Grace!" she snapped, "Ron's brother was killed in the Wizarding war last year! You can be so insensitive sometimes!" she got to her feet and pulled Ron out of the room.

"Sorry," she said as she led him into her room.

"S'alright," he mumbled. They sat on her bed for a while, just holding hands as Ron tried to make the tears dry from his eyes. He refused to let them drop, Fred wouldn't have wanted that. After a while her mother knocked on the door.

"Hermione honey, everything alright?"

"Yea mom,"

"Puddings on the table, come on down please."

"Alright," Ron answered.

"You sure?" she asked. He nodded and they followed Mrs. Granger down the stairs and into the dinning room.

"Sorry," Grace muttered moodily. Hermione guessed her parents made her say that. Ron just nodded. The pudding was ice cream sundaes. This cheered Ron up as he n ever had one before.

"Watch this," Hermione said. She dumped sprinkles, syrup and whip cream on it, along with a banana.

"Try," she fed Ron a spoon full and giggled at the happy look on his face. "Good?"

"Mmhmm," he said. She giggled again. After the pudding fun Hermione went upstairs to take a shower and left Ron to talk with her parents, but her parents had to go to the dentist office for an emergency so they left him alone with Grace.

"So, I never knew Hermione had a twin," Ron said as he sat on the couch and Grace sat in the same chair she was in earlier.

"She never does like guys to meet me," she replied.

"There's been others?"

"Oh yea, during the summer last year…"

"Hermione wasn't here for the summer… she stayed at my place with my sister Ginny."

"Well then the summer before…"

"We stayed in Grimlaud place that year…"

"Then the year before…"

"Hermione was only fourteen then,"

"Fourteen year olds have boyfriends you know," Ron thought about this… that was the year of Viktor Krum… maybe she had experience before him?

"I guess,"

"Anyways, she brought this really cute guy over and when he met me… well, let's say it was the end of them,"

"Happen often?" Ron asked.

"From friends to boyfriends, yea… I mean seriously, who'd choose the bushy hair over the glossy one?"

"I would," Ron mumbled.

"Really?" Grace got up and walked over to Ron. She sat on the arm of the couch. "Would you really?" Grace said seductively and leaned in and kissed him just as Hermione walked into the room.

"RON!" she shrieked and Grace quickly jumped away from him. "How could you? I knew this would happen!" She stormed off to her room.

"Oops," was all Grace said as she took her seat in the chair and flicked through channels until she found a music station and settle on that. Ron got up and ran up the stairs after Hermione.

"Mione, please," he begged through the door.

"Go away Ronald Weasley, I never want to speak to you again!" Ron sighed quietly.

"If that's the way you want it," he said sadly and apparted away. Hermione opened her door after she heard the pop and whispered, "good bye Ron," before releasing the tears she'd been holding in.