Hermione sighed at the sight of her still empty suitcase. She knew she had to get ready for the trip, she just didn't want to pack. Ginny walked in a minute later and announced,

"You know we may be magical, but the suitcase isn't going to pack itself."

After the war, the Ministry had decided to give hearty "rewards" to all that were in the Order. The Weasley's, being ecstatic that Fred had finally woken up from his week in a coma after being assumed dead at the battle of Hogwarts and rich from the amount of money they had recieved, had bought tickets for a muggle cruise liner that would sail around the Atlantic ocean for a week.

Harry and Hermione had been invited along and both had said they would pay their own way, a request Mrs. Weasley had immediately vetoed.

"Why on earth would we have you two pay?" Mrs. Weasley had sounded outraged at the idea of the two paying for themselves "You two are my children, red hair or not."

Hermione chuckled at the memory, and looked over to see Ginny twirling her wand, quickly levitating clothes up for inspection, then placing them into different piles.

Ginny looked over to Hermione's bikini, laid out on the bed and chuckled.

"Trying to look good for my brother I see."

"Ginny, I told you, after Ron and I kissed, we realized we didn't feel anything and decided we'd be better off friends" Hermione huffed.

"Yeah I know" Ginny replied in a tone that made Hermione feel like her younger friend wasn't telling her something. Hermione decided not to pursue it, and instead glanced over to the suitcase, which was zipping itself up.

"I'm going down for lunch" Ginny announced, "are you coming?"

"I'll be down in a few minutes; I just want to pack a few books"

Ginny left the room and Hermione sat on the bed. How could they go on like this? Hermione thought, don't they remember anything from the war?

At this thought George Weasley, prankster extraordinaire and one half of the famous Weasley twins, poked his head through the door of the room Ginny and Hermione shared and started to ask about the clean socks that he couldn't find, but stopped immediately after seeing the sullen look on Hermione Granger's face.

"Hey Mione, are you okay?"

George had taken to calling Hermione by her shortened nickname ever since she had been so helpful and friendly during the week before Fred had woken up from his coma.

"It's like everyone has forgotten", she thought of Lupin, Tonks, and all of the others that had been lost in the war.

He went over and sat on the bed next to her, pulling her onto his lap and encompassing Hermione into a huge bear hug.

"I know it's weird, I went through this when Fred was in his coma, it's just their way of healing."

Hermione nodded, embarrassed at how weak she was acting.

"Thanks George, I'm so glad we've become friends over the last month."

They got up and went downstairs for lunch, one of them hurting at the thought of being only a friend.