A/N: Hey everyone! This is a Romione FF, evolving around the sentence 'What happens at the Burrow, stays at the Burrow...' I've always wondered what happened when Harry wasn't around, and it was only Ron and Hermione... :P So I wrote this FF. I'm clearly just imagining, but anyway!
In the story it's the summer vacation between their 4th and 5th year. Right now it's Hermiones POV, but perhaps I'll write something from Rons POV later on...
Hope you guys like it!

1: The Arrival

"Hermione! Oh, finally! I was beginning to get worried!" said Mrs Weasley with her characteristic voice.

"Oh, no," I told her and laughed. "My parents were just really interested in the Floo Powder. I had to explain everything to them."

"Ah, I see. Very nice parents of yours, dear. Here, let me take care of your things." she said as I put my trunk on the wooden floor. I had saved on the things, so it was quite light this year, compared to the others.

Mrs Weasley conjured my trunk and my other stuff up into one of the many rooms that had their own floor each. She insisted on hearing how my summer had been so far, so I agreed to join her in the kitchen, where she quickly made some lemonade with a blow with her wand.

"What is that supposed to be?" a voice suddenly asked, sounding confused and slightly annoyed. I looked at the doorway, and there he was. Red hair, blue eyes, curled lips. Ron.

"What is what supposed to be?" asked Mrs Weasley with a hissing tone as she made some sandwiches way too big to actually eat.

"The trunk and all the other junk." Ron simply answered with no further ado.

"Oh, dear, it's Hermiones!" said Mrs Weasley and placed the sandwiches on a huge plate, that seemed to have been broken quite a few times.

"And for your information," I told Ron. "It's not junk." I smiled at him – even though it had just been weeks since the last time I'd seen him, it felt like months. He surely had grown too – I wondered how tall he had gotten.

"It's probably books then." Ron mumbled, sounding rather grumpy as he sat down on a chair beside the table with a lazy attitude. He took one of the sandwiches that had been put on the table and instantly began eating it with an enthusiasm I'd never seen anyone have towards food before.

"Actually, it is." I said. Even though he seemed to be in a bad mood, I still smiled. I enjoyed being back at the Burrow – there was always a nice, comfortable atmosphere. It felt like home. I could smell tea and smoke. Perhaps Fred and George was making something else their mother could admonish them for.

"I saw the list for the books we need this year," said Ron, his mouth full of food. "Blimey, that's quite a lot. But you've probably had yours since first year."

"Ha-ha, very funny." I said and rolled my eyes. "Actually, I only had them since fourth." I then admitted and suddenly began feeling warm. I was probably blushing.

"Told you so." said Ron and smiled, and even though he still had his mouth full of food, he looked quite cute.

"Hey!" I said and grinned. "I only got interested in the story of Durmstrang and the Beauxbatons Academy because of the Triwizard Tournament..."

Ron suddenly got all silent and chewed his food very carefully.

"Uhm." I said, feeling a bit awkward. Maybe that wasn't the best topic, given that Hogwarts had lost a very dear student only weeks ago.

"Speaking of which, when does Harry arrive?" I asked quickly, trying to change the subject to ease the atmosphere.

"Not until Friday." Ron answered. I cheered on the inside. I had a whole week with Ron... I cleared my throat, trying to get control over my thoughts again. I had a whole week where I could study for my O.W.L.'s, I thought instead.

"But anyway," Ron continued. "What are Hermiones stuff doing in my room?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley must've made a mistake. I usually slept one floor higher than him.

"Don't you remember?" Mrs Weasley complained. She stood at the kitchen table, instructing the instruments she had conjured on how to clean it properly. "Charlie, Bill and Fleur will be here as well." I heard Ron sigh as Mrs. Weasley continued. "Fleur will be sleeping in Ginnys room, Charlie will be sleeping in Fred and Georges room, and Bill will be sleeping on the couch. You and Hermione will have to share your room."

I coughed and almost spitted out my lemonade. "What?" Ron and I almost shouted together.

"Oh, easy now, Ronald. There has to be room for everyone." Mrs Weasley told him.

"I know, but..." said Ron quickly, but then let the sentence die. He seemed to be thinking about what to say for a moment. Then he added: "What about Harry?"

"Oh, he doesn't arrive until Friday, remember? He can sleep on the other couch. He's always such a humble darling, that boy. Speaking of which, Arthur said he would get a little present for his uncle and aunt. I wonder what he's found this time..." said Mrs Weasley and put a hand to her forehead.

"But..." Ron continued.

"What is the matter with you?" Mrs Weasley hissed. "You be grateful that you'll get a bed, Ronald Weasley! Now, where did I put the bucket..." She began to search through the whole kitchen, probably so stressed that she didn't think about just using the Accio-spell.

I looked at her with a compassionate glance, and then eyed Ron. He sat all stiff on his chair, not eating anymore. He avoided looking at me, but instead pretended as if the sandwich was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

I silently sighed. This was going to be an interesting week...

"So, uhm, did you have a nice summer?" Ron asked, scratching his neck.

"It was fine." I mumbled as I unpacked some of the most important things, such as my books. "I've just been around England with mum and dad." I said, trying to keep the conversation going. It was hard finding a proper topic, somehow. I wanted to keep talking – the silence felt way too noisy and awkward.

"Nice." Ron simply said and looked at the floor, tracing the pattern with his eyes.

"So, how's the family?" I asked and began to arrange my books in alphabetic order, just to do something.

"Okay I guess. Fred and George are experimenting with some new products. Still thinking about running that joke-shop. I wonder where they got all the materials from. Stuff like that isn't cheap." he said and looked at me for the first time since the episode in the kitchen earlier that day.

"You've got a point." I mumbled and sent him a weak smile.

"Ginnys, uhm... I guess she's fine as well." said Ron and sat down on his bed. "Don't talk much to her. She's busy sending owls to Michael Corner. She's pretty aggresive, I think they're breaking up or something."

"Ugh. Shame." I said and frowned. I took my time to look at him – he was looking at the walls now. His hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired. He had problably been doing a lot of work for Mrs. Weasley. He still looked charming, even though he didn't look that fresh nor energetic.

"How about your parents?" Ron asked in an awkward tone.

"They're fine as well. There isn't really anything interesting going on. But what about Fleur? Why is she coming?"

"Well, you know mum and Bill went to support Harry at the... Tournament." he said slowly. "Bill's got a bit of a thing for her, actually. He invited her over. Her parents are really excited about it. They've invited him to France next year."

"Really?" I asked, sounding a bit surprised.

"Yeah, they're really outgoing."

"Accommodating." I said. Then neither of us said anything for some minutes. I pretended to read a bit in one of my books, and he was busy studying the roof.

"So... Are there any plans for the week?" I asked and dared to look at him.

"Not really. Mum has been forcing me to all the hard work. She probably wouldn't want you to do it." Ron answered and looked at me shortly. His face became all red, and he went back to looking at the roof.

"Hm. Well, that was... nice of her." I mumbled. "I guess."

Ron laughed a bit and looked down at the floor. I smiled. It had been a while since I had heard him laugh, and I always enjoyed listening to his laugh. It made me feel happy.

"So, there's not any plans unless you wanna do something..." he said and finally looked at me for more than two seconds.

An awkward silence filled the room. Even though I understood what he said, there was still a ambiguous meaning to his words.

"I mean. Something you wanna see." he quickly added, probably thinking the same as me. Though, that didn't help very much. It was, if possible, even more ambiguous.

"I... I don't mean... Not like..." he began and went into deadlock. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I was almost crying because I laughed so much, and he joined me, but he still sounded a bit tense.

"I know what you mean, Ron." I said and smiled indulgent at him. "And there's not anything I wanna do... or see... at least not what I can think of right now."

"Right." he said and let his hand slide through his hair.

If I had thought that it would be awkward before, it was nothing compared to now...