Dear Hermione,

Please come and spend the end of summer with us! It might be easier if we*sniff* were all together. Harry's coming and we'll have a jolly time! (When we're not bemoaning our existence.) Come whenever, and if we're not home, it's unlocked.
-George


Hermione read the letter over again and bit back an un-Hermione-like squeal. Spend the rest of vacation with the Weasleys! Oh joy! She ran down the stairs and landed ungracefully on her feet.
"Mum, Mum! Can I spend the remainder of the summer holidays with Ron and Harry and Ron's family at the Burrow? Please don't say no, please don't!"
Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter in surprise. As a rule, Hermione was calm and composed. Today seemed to be the exception.
"Well of course, Hermione. You've spent the last few weeks of holidays with Ron before, and I don't see any reason why to forbid you this year. When would you like to go?"
"As soon as I get my bags packed," Hermione said promptly.
"Well, perhaps tomorrow would be a better bet," Mrs. Granger laughed. I'm sure that your father would like to say good-bye to you, and it would be nice to have one last evening together before Christmas, eh?"
Hermione blushed. "Well, of course," she said. "I was just joking."
"Hmm. Is my Hermione getting interested in boys?"
"NO! I just... haven't seen Ron or Harry or Ginny or the twits in a long time!"
"I see." Mrs. Granger said, getting that 'I know what you think I don't' look on her face.
"Well!" Hermione said brightly. "I think that I shall go pack."
Hermione turned on her heel and left the room quickly, with Mrs. Granger chuckling as she watched her go.