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J.K Rowling owns the characters, but the rest of the story is mine!

Life without Voldemort was something Hermione thought may never happen. But here she was 3 months after the final battle, all trace of Voldemort and his followers dead or locked up in Azkaban for life. So yeah life was good for Hermione Granger, sitting down under the old oak tree in the Weasleys backyard, while the rest of the family was playing quidditch on the Weasleys makeshift quidditch pitch.

Hermione and Ron had come to a mutual agreement that the kiss they shared held no sense of spark for either of them, and they were better of friends. Her and Harry were closer than ever and again they had a brother sister relationship. Ron had rekindled his relationship with lavender brown after the war, as the girly girl from Hogwarts had calmed down a bit and now had a better look on life. Harry and Ginny had jumped straight back into a relationship, not wasting any more time to be apart. Hermione was just happy with her books at the moment but that didn't stop Mrs. Weasley trying to pair her up with "nice gentlemen she knew".

Hermione had decided to leave her parents in Australia, as there was no point removing them from the happy life they have without worries. She was living with the Weasleys. She could've gone and bought an apartment as money wasn't a problem. She, Harry and Ron had all received large sums of money and plenty of awards to last them a lifetime for "saving the wizarding world", the newly appointed minster for magic Kingsley Shackbolt had told them. But she liked the sense of family around her and had no desire to leave the people that had felt like a second family to her for a while now.

Yelling brought her out of the daydream she had falling into. Looking up I saw an argument going on between Ginny and Ron about the last goal and Ginny being the baby of the family and the only girl out there was sure going to win this argument. Rolling my eyes, I went back to my book.

Hearing the distant yells of Mrs. Weasley about lunch, the argument above me ceased to a stop. The word food, as I had come to learn over the years, came first prior to anything. So one by one I watch the Weasleys descend from their brooms and race to the door. Never underestimate Ginny I thought as she squirmed her way through the line of boys to get to the promise land of lunch. Next Ron ran through egger to stuff his stomach with as much food as he could fit, how that boy managed to stay skinny was a mystery to me. Next was Fred and George through, sharing jokes and laughing the whole way. Fred, well that is just a miraculous thing. After the whole wall thing, it was a relief to see him up and ad am again. You see, he fell into an Acoma for 2 months, waking up demanding to be let out of "bloody mungos" as he was bored to death in there! ("Pun intended," he added with a wink). His and Georges joke shop was reopening in a few weeks after their shop was blown apart by death eaters and the flat above the shop too. So for the meantime they were living with Mrs. Weasley, and she couldn't be happier to have her children to look after at home. Harry was soon to catch and Hermione followed them all inside.

Charlie still in Romania, content with his dragons, much to Mrs. Weasleys displeasure. Bill was back at shell cottage looking after a 5 months pregnant fleur, was taking her toll on him. Percy had made immense with everyone and was welcomed back into the family with open arms and the occasion prank from Fred and George, so yeah he was treated like family again.

Lunch was never the quiet affair, Hermione smiled as she sat down in her usually seat in between Ron and Harry. Loading her plate up with food, she purposely sipped over the mash potatoes as Fred has so graciously told her to do before and waited. "Bloody hell" Ron complained, as him mountain of mash turned into a mountain of flobber worms. Fred flashed his cheeky grin at me, and that's when I knew that everything was perfect.