A/N: And here it is! My fourth story! And yes, I said fourth story. The third one is still in progress, so it hasn't been updated. Of course, this is going to be the third story listed, but I can handle that. :) I hope it (and this) is good enough. This is actually a companion to my first story "Their First Conversation," even though it may not seem like it. I just wanted to say thanks to books and candy, the first reviewer to my first story. Her question inspired me to get this up, so I hope she, like you, will enjoy it. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with 'Harry Potter.'

Rose came down the stairs wearing a white blouse and some muggle jeans. Hugo was right behind her, also wearing jeans matched up with a t – shirt. Hermione was at the bottom of the stairs and when she saw them, she raised an eyebrow as if to say 'you think you can get away with wearing that?' When her children tried to pass her, she held an arm out.

"Mum? I need to get by. Oh, wait – may I please get by?" Rose smiled sweetly at her mother.

"What is this? A toll booth?" Hugo just wanted to get into the kitchen before anyone touched the whipped cream. He wanted to set some aside to mess around with; he loved being part muggle – he could use their inventions even if he was underage.

"I'm wondering," Hermione began, "where you two think you are going wearing jeans?" Rose and Hugo glanced at each other before turning back to her.

"Downstairs?" Rose asked, confused. Hugo nodded and pointed to Rose, meaning 'what she said.'

"I told you guys that we were having dinner guests. You can't wear jeans when we're having dinner guests."

Hugo shook his head. "You did tell us we were having guests, but you didn't tell us who, exactly, so – "

"So we thought we could just wear whatever since you thought it wasn't important for us to know," Rose finished. Hermione looked at her children sternly, but she could feel a smile try to force its way onto her face. She sighed and looked at them, the smile showing.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny and your cousins are coming over."

"All five of them?" Hugo asked. If that were so, he really needed to get some cans of whipped cream to hide.

"Yes all five of them. Now go back upstairs and wear something more – what's the word? – presentable for when we have guests." She checked her watch. "They'll be here in maybe thirty or forty-five minutes, so go." Hermione moved to block their way until they grudgingly marched back upstairs. She sighed and ran a hand through her now silky brown hair before going back into the kitchen; she wanted everything to be cooked the muggle way.

Rose began rummaging through her closet for something 'more presentable for when they have guests.' She had tossed the fifth dress she didn't like on her bed when Hugo came in. She smiled at him.

"Ah! Don't you look adorable?" Hugo had changed into a white dress shirt and black dress pants – muggle clothing. "Except, maybe your shirt should be tucked in."

Hugo grinned, showing off his blue braces. "Nah, unless mum sees and makes me, I don't think it needs to be tucked in." Rose laughed as Hugo sat at her desk. "How can you not find something in that gigantic closet of yours?"

"Whatever. Anyway, I have chosen something, so shut up." She playfully stuck her tongue out at him, walking towards her bathroom and closing the door. She emerged five minutes later, having changed. Apparently, Hugo got bored because now he was reading – more like skimming – through one of her books. He looked up and pulled a disgusted face.

"You look awful." Rose grinned at her auburn colored hair and brown eyed brother.

"Thanks," she responded. This was a little code thing they had; they would say the opposite of how the other really looked. If she ever got a compliment from her brother, she knew she was in trouble. But sometimes, when they dropped the whole opposite code, they were able to give and receive kind words. They were extremely close, even if they wouldn't admit to it.

Rose had a light blue colored, long sleeved shirt under a blue, green, and purple spaghetti strap dress. It came about three inches above her knee and she matched it up with some knee high boots (the boots came up and stopped about three inches under her knees). Now all the skin you could see of her was her knees, hands, and face. Her auburn hair, she decided, had been left down. Really, she wanted to place it up in a ponytail, but no harm done. Just in case, though, she put a rubber band around her wrist.

Hugo stood up and together they tried again to get downstairs. Hermione was once more set at the bottom of the stairs, ready to evaluate them. She smiled and nodded, but stopped Hugo. She smiled again and pointed to his shirt.

"What's wrong with this handsome picture?" she asked him. He looked confused, but when Rose nudged him, he remembered what she had said. Frowning deeply while his mother's smile grew, he tucked his shirt in. "Good boy."

"What's the big deal anyway? It's just Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny and their kids," Hugo said. Rose had noticed that their mum had looked away when Hugo had said that and decided to push the subject a bit more.

"It will just be us, Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, and their kids, right? Right, mum?" she asked.

Hermione ignored the question. "You two can just watch some television until they arrive, okay?" she walked into the dining room.

The two children did as the were allowed and walked into the family room to turn the television on, seeing if anything good was being shown. Rose looked up at the clock. Only fourteen more minutes before the visitors arrived.

Hugo also looked up at the clock. "Do you think I can sneak in to slip a few cans of whipped cream?" His sister looked over at him and grinned.

"Depends on which brand of whipped cream you want and how much a 'few' is in your opinion."

"'Light and Fluffy' and about . . . twenty?" Hugo said, answering her questions. She shook her head at him.

"That's the good brand and we don't even have twenty cans, smart guy," Rose said back. He just shrugged and they sat in silence for the rest of the time, watching television. Hermione called them into the dining room, so they turned the television off and walked towards the door leading to said room.

Inside, their mum was placing one last knife to the right of a plate. Hugo was about to follow Rose's lead and take a seat, but noticed something was off. "Where's dad?" he asked.

"Oh, I needed him to go get some more whipped cream for afters." Hugo's face fell.

"Drat," he muttered, once again about to take a seat, before stopping again. "So he is joining us right?" Hermione nodded, confused as to why he would ask a question like that. "Then why are there twelve places set?" he finished. Rose counted and when she saw Hugo was right, looked up at her mum. If their dad was joining them, as were their uncle, aunt, and their three children, there ought to be nine places set, not twelve. Were there going to be three more people joining them?

Rose was about to ask when they heard a knock at the door. Hermione smiled and went to go answer it.

A/N: There's the first chapter! I know it isn't very good, but I wanted to get it up. Hopefully, this isn't an over cliched type story. More to come and yes, I promise there'll be more scenes with Ron in them. He's my favorite character (besides Fred and George, of course). :) Please review if there are any questions, mistakes, and for feedback. Thanks.

P.S. - I got the idea for Rose's outfit from an episode of 'Wizards of Waverly Place.' In the episode, Alex's dress didn't have spaghetti straps, but I didn't know how else to describe it so, hence 'spaghetti straps.' The episode name is: 'Don't Rain On Justin's Parade - Earth.' It was kinda funny. :) It really is a cute outfit!

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