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Hermione Granger looked out upon her students on the last day of her 3rd year as charms professor at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her excitement at the arrival of the last feast for the first time since she had been teaching exceeded that of her pupils.
Ginny and Harry's wedding was to be the next day. She found herself wishing the Headmistress would get on with her speech. The sooner the students left, the sooner she could go to The Three Broomsticks to meet Harry and Ginny who would Apparate with her to the Burrow. Hermione jumped in her seat when the screech of benches signaled the departure of the children. Once the crowd had cleared out of the Great Hall McGonagall Screamed "SUMMER!" and took of running towards the door.
Hermione followed her lead and soon she was seated at a cozy table in side the pub waiting on Ginny. 'Ginny and Harry are probably off somewhere making out.' Hermione thought. It wouldn't be the first time they have been late because of their "raging hormones" as Mrs. Weasley likes to call them. As if on cue Harry walked in the door seemingly trying to see how far he could manage to stick his tongue down Ginny's throat. The two stumbled over chairs crossing the room in the direction of Hermione, who was in awe of their ability to walk and play tonsil hockey at the same time.
A good ten minutes later one of them decided that breathing might be a good idea and for the first time spoke to Hermione. Ginny still wasn't used to the new Hermione. Her once bushy brown hair was now sleek and smooth with soft curls that cascaded down her back. She had started to wear just a hint of makeup to accent her chocolate brown eyes.
" Oh, Hello Hermione.", Ginny said still taking in the appearance of her friend, " Come on then, we had best get back to the house. Mum would like to do one last fitting of your dress to make sure it's ready for tomorrow afternoon."
And then she went back to her game with Harry.
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The Burrow was, as always, chaotic. Dresses and Tux's hung from every imaginable place in the common room, making it look like a Muggle dress shop. Ginny kissed Harry goodbye and went into the living room followed by Hermione.
"Has Harry gone back to his flat with Fred and George then Ginny?", Inquired Mrs. Weasley as the girls entered.
"Yes, he's a little off tonight. The wedding has him thinking about Ron more than usual. He wishes he were here to be his best man." Ginny answered.
"Ron has been gone for six years and I still can't believe that he's dead. Harry and I still speak of him like he's just away on holiday. At least he died fighting for what he believed in. Ron is a big part of the reason Harry was able to defeat Voldemort." Hermione whispered. She had been thinking of her friend to for the past week or so. She was sorry he never got to see the day when his best mate and baby sister fell in love. She knew It would have made him ecstatic.
Just then a loud crack came from the Kitchen. The Bright red hair and handsome face of George Weasley rounded the living room door way.
" Hi, Mum, Ginny, Hermione. Hermione! You're here! Thank goodness Ginny has been going on for days about things she needs to tell Hermione. Mum, are you sending over breakfast tomorrow? Harry said he would cook, but if he's feeling the same as he is now, I don't think I want him too. He might hurl all over it, and that would ruin my love for pancakes you know."
Hermione smiled as Mrs. Weasley told George that Mr. Weasley would be bringing over breakfast around 7. She had had a thing for George ever since the first time she yelled at him for trying to get Ron to believe that the way to get good grades in Potions was to tell Professor Snape that he was sexy. She didn't know what exactly it was about George that made her love him, but her best guess was his sparkling eyes shinning with mischief combined with his Quidditch toned body and his amazing ability to make her smile on her worst day. To the outside world he was a prankster, but to those who knew him well he was the most caring person you would ever know.
Hermione had never told George of her feelings for him because he was one of her best friends. Could she really put their friendship on the line for a feeling that she was almost sure wasn't returned? Little did she know, it was because of the same reason that George had refrained from confessing his love for Hermione.
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