Disclaimer: I do not own any of Jo Rowling's characters, creatures, or their personality traits…how sad :(
Chapter 1: Come With Me
Herminone, Harry, and the Weasley family had returned to the Burrow; they had all just come from Fred's funeral, and the morale was extremely low. Ron and Hermione had disappeared into the back garden, and Harry sat at the kitchen table as Ginny fumbled around senselessly in the kitchen, trying to do something that could help her mother.
"…Make some tea," she pondered thoughtfully as Harry watched her frantically grabbing a pot and mugs from various cabinets until-
"Crap!" Ginny cursed continually after the sound of china breaking in the sink reached Harry's ears. "Oh damn it! I-" Harry jumped up from the table and strode over to Ginny.
"Hey, hey, hey" he began, pulling her into a hug. "It's okay…shhhh; here I'll fix that," he drew his wand from his pocket. "Reparo!" and the mug glued itself back together seamlessly. Harry couldn't help but smile as held the mug up to examine his spellwork; he could get along just fine without Hermione now.
"It's just a mug…" he said stroking her hair. "Come on, let's go outback for a bit, then I'll make the tea…" he took her by the hand and led her out into the back garden to a bit of a surprise.
Harry froze, Ginny merely averted her eyes; a trace of a smile lingering as she murmured something that very much sounded like "hypocrite…" For Ron and Hermione stood on the back porch; locked in a tight embrace. Hermione's hands were cupping Ron's face as she kissed him quite intently. Harry cleared his throat loudly to announce his and Ginny's presence.
Hermione turned away from Ron; blushing. There were visible traces of sorrow mixed with embarrassment on his face as Ron shuffled after Hermione; his hands in his pockets. They skulked around to one side of the house, leaving Harry and Ginny alone on the back porch.
Hermione could not help but smile up at Ron as he came close to her again; eager to continue where they left off. How she loved kissing his lips, and the way he made her feel now when they were together. So much had changed since they had first kissed in the Room of Requirement; they had spent a lot more of their time kissing, rather than arguing.
They pulled apart, "Ron, I'd love to stay here with you, but there's something I need to do…" she told him.
He put her hand beneath her chin to raise her face to look at him, "what is it?"
"I need to go get my parents in Australia, and bring them home…" she told him.
"Oh…yea, that'll be good, you should-" Ron started.
"Come with me…" Hermione whispered; tugging on his shirt collar.
Ron looked mildly surprised, "I-well-Of course! If you want me to, i-it's not as if I'd let you go alone…" he recovered.
Hermione smiled, "Good," she began, "I simply can't wait to see them!"