A/N: I put up this chapter since I got a review & some people subscribed. A few chapters are already done so if you review & such I'll be sure to update fast. Oh & I have a bad habit of rambling a little when I write. I don't know if it's a good thing or not. I'm trying though... Anyway, Enjoy! (:


4 Months Later


"Hermione, wake up." Ginny nudged the bushy-haired girl with her hand. Hermione stirred awake from the pressure on her shoulder.

"Mm?" She grumbled, pushing herself up so she was in a half-sitting position. She was now face to face with the youngest Weasley.

"Mum wants us downstairs early, Bill and Fleur are coming to visit and she wants us to help clean up or something." Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought while she brushed her hair. Hermione forced herself out of bed.

Ginny didn't have as much of a problem with Fleur anymore, but she still had a bad habit of treating Ginny and Hermione like they were children.

"Hurry, girls!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from downstairs and Ginny stomped out of the room.

"Well someone seems chipper this morning!" Hermione's heart thudded at the sound of Fred's voice, clearly laced with sarcasm. He was around the Burrow more now, but some days she still didn't see him. It wasn't like him to lock himself up in his room, but it still happened from time to time. There was just some days that he didn't feel like he could face the world. It was progress from the months before though when he almost never came out of his room.

"Oh, shut it you git." Ginny's voice seemed further away now, and Hermione rushed to get changed so she could get downstairs to help too.

She opened her door quickly and managed to hit Fred right in the face with it, hard.

"Ow…" He brought a hand to his nose, which was dripping blood.

The blush on Hermione's face must have made the blood on Fred's hand look dull in color.

"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, instinctively reaching for her wand in her robe.

"Episkey!" She pointed the wand at his nose. If it were anyone else except Hermione, he would not trust them in repairing his nose. Also, he could have just fixed it himself. However, in a way, she always kind of fascinated him with her brilliance. Therefore, he completely trusted her with charms and spells.

"Thanks." Fred gave her a lopsided grin as his hand met his nose again, this time perfectly healed.

"Don't mention it." She tried to keep her voice calm even though her face still felt like it was burning. Just being near him made her entire body hot from nerves. The length of time they were just standing there was starting to get awkward. They both turned in opposite directions.

"Well, I'll see you"

"I better get going!"

They spoke at the same time, and it was the first time that Fred had let out a laugh in ages.

Fred had been caught off guard when Hermione came out of her room. He was debating whether wanted to go in and talk to her. She was one of the only people in the house that he wasn't related to, and he just needed someone. Only, it felt like a stupid idea to him because he never really talked to her much before that. Of course they talked, but they had never had an actual serious conversation with each other. He had flirted with her a few times though, before her and Ron had become an item. Fred knew that she never took him sincerely when he flirted. Not that he could really blame her. Him and George did have a reputation for being flirts. He sat on his bed with a sigh. His thoughts frequently went back to George in some way, but he knew that his brother wouldn't want him to sit around and be miserable forever. There was just such blankness without him, like missing half of your own soul.

Down in the kitchen the girls were talking fervently about Ginny's relationship with Harry. No one mentioned anything about Hermione and Ron. It was clear that the two of them had been drifting apart as lovers. They had talked it out a few nights before. The two decided that they jumped too fast on feelings that were made out of the fear of a fast approaching death. It was comforting during the war to seek love from someone, but now that it was over those feelings never seemed to exist. Ron didn't talk about it much after they both expressed their feelings, but they seemed to be mutual in that whatever they had felt before was gone. Right now it was awkward around him, but she was sure they would be back to friends soon enough, at least she hoped so.

After the talk with Ron it made her feel a little less guilty when she saw Fred and her heart thumped in her chest. She also felt more alone then ever now though. To make matters worse her parents were gone exploring Australia, unaware that she was ever a part of their life. The only family she had were in the Burrow.

"You seem distracted today, dear." Mrs. Weasley placed a hand on Hermione's arm.

She hadn't even noticed that she completely stopped cleaning and just stood there with her wand lifeless at her side.

"I was just thinking is all, I, uhh, a book I've been reading." The answer Hermione provided didn't make much sense, but Mrs. Weasley didn't bother to question her further. It seemed to put poor Molly a little down in the dumps that Ron and her didn't seem to be interested in one another anymore.

"As long as you feel all right," said Mrs. Weasley lightly as she resumed putting away the dishes with a wave of her wand.

There was an audible pop from outside and Ginny craned her neck to look out the window.

"Bill and Phle…Fleur are here, " she announced with a cough, hoping to cover up that she almost called her brother's wife Phlegm out of old habit. Her cheeks were tinged pink. Harry entered the room as Ginny was sneaking out of it.

"That's a nice color on you," he muttered, snaking an arm around her waist. He quick leaned down and kissed her hair before separating from her.

He and Ron had just gotten home from work.

Naturally, they had become Aurors just like they had wanted to back in Hogwarts. N.E.W.T.S. didn't matter much when they applied for the job. Once you defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time it entitles you for almost any job without many questions asked.

Ron was next to come into the kitchen.
"I'm starving Mum, what's for dinner?" He asked, not even taking notice that his mother wasn't in the room anymore as he plopped himself at the table.

Mrs. Weasley had hurried outside to great Bill and Fleur and then ushered them into the house

"'Eermonie, Won, 'Arry!" Fleur greeted them as she entered the door. Hermione looked around the room to see that Ginny had apparently snuck out before her brother and his wife walked through the door. Her lips curled a little into a smile.

With a pop Fred had now joined them in the room.

"Hello Bill!" He gave his brother a slap on the back then turned his attention to Fleur. "And hello beautiful." He greeted, a sly smile across his lips as he brought Fleur's hand to his lips gently. "How's this ol' dog treatin' ya?"

Bill simply rolled his eyes at the ridiculous pun and pushed passed his brother although happy to see Fred act like himself.

"Your father will be home soon dears!" Mrs. Weasley beamed. Fleur had grown on her a bit now and didn't seem as irritated in her presence. "Ginny, will you please help me in the kitchen!"

"I 'ad almost forgotten about your little sister" Fleur said throatily, taking a seat at the table next to Bill.

"Thanks," mumbled Ginny as she entered back into the room.

Harry could practically hear his girlfriend roll her eyes and snickered. He tried to catch her eyes but she was so concentrated on what she was doing. He gave up his attempts and turned to converse with Ron and Hermione.

Ron knew Harry would kill him if he sat next to him, so he left a chairs room and sat down so Ginny would be able to sit next to Harry. It killed him to know his sister was often snogging on his best friend, but he usually ignored it and kept out of the way. It was weird for all the Weasley brothers to see Harry and Ginny together sometimes. They often didn't know whether to congratulate him for finding a girl, or knock him one because it was their little sister.

"Hello everyone!" A familiar voice rang through the kitchen as Mr. Weasley stepped out of the fireplace.

Now at the table sat the lot of them. Fred, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Fleur.

With a flick of the wand food was hot on the table and chatter erupted.