So, here's the second chapter of my first Fremione fanfiction! I really hope you like it and leave a review.

(I'd also like to say thank you to my beta, RuneDraconis1080, for being awesome)

Chapter 2

Hermione slept in Percy's old room on the second floor next to Fred and George's room. (The twins normally lived in their flat above the joke shop, but they were staying in their old room while they were visiting.) Hermione had been at the Burrow for three days and was now completely positive that she had thought to pack everything she could possibly need on the Tour, and the things she still had to get from Diagon Alley today were neatly listed on a piece of parchment. She only had a small purple suitcase with wheels on which she had performed an undetectable extension charm so all her things would fit in it. She was really excited about the journey. All the things she would learn! Being able to actually visit wizards in other countries that she had only read about in books. And it was probably good experience no matter what she decided to do for a living. A polite knock on the door disrupted her thoughts.

"Hello, dear." Mrs Weasley bustled in levitating a small stack of clothes in front of her. "All washed and ironed. Are you prepared for the big day?" She seemed almost as excited as the rest of them.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that, Mrs Weasley!" Hermione said and blushed a bit receiving the pile which undeniably contained a small number of her knickers neatly folded.

"It was no trouble." She smiled and looked fleetingly at the clock on Hermiones bedside table. "Merlin's beard!" She exclaimed. "I have to take the pie out of the oven! Could you be a sweetheart and give these to Fred and George? Thank you."

And without waiting for an answer she pushed another, larger pile of clothes into Hermione's arms and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. The lovely smell of Mrs. Weasleys amazing cooking had spread up the rickety stairs and Hermione breathed it in a bit as she crossed the landing over to the twins' room. She knocked.

"Yeah?" Fred said opening the door. He had obviously just taken a shower and his chest was bare as he stuck his head out the door. "Oh, hi, Hermione." He smirked shaking his head to remove the wet hair hanging down into his eyes spattering her face with tiny droplets. "Stop it!" She made a face but smiled and continued: "Your mom asked me to bring you these." She held out the clean clothes.

"Well, see, I'm sort of one hand short. Would you just come in and put them on the bed for me?"

Before she could say anything they both heard George's voice from inside the room:

"Well, I'm sort of one ear short but you don't hear me complaining."

"George, we hear you complaining. It's you who can't hear you complaining." Fred explained patiently.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Fred opened the door wider for her and she went inside. One of his hands was indeed busy holding up the towel he had wrapped around his waist. Hermione had never understood how some people could walk out of the shower without drying themselves off properly. Fred's freckled skin was covered in small drops of water. George was sitting on his bed tinkering with something that looked sort of like a cross between a strainer and an up-windable ice cream.

Fred looked really good though, she found herself thinking. Still had the arms of a Beater even though he didn't play anymore except with his siblings.

"There." she stated putting the things down on Fred's unmade bed. "Now you'd better get dressed, I think lunch will be ready soon."

As if she had heard her Mrs Weasley called from the kitchen for them to get downstairs.

Fred closed the door behind Hermione with a weird feeling in his stomach. He let out a breath to focus himself and realized what it was: He was feeling slightly embarrassed. Embarrassment was not an emotion Fred Weasley was very familiar with and he wondered for a second why it bothered him that Hermione, his younger brother's ex-girlfriend, had just walked out of his very untidy bedroom after putting a stack of clothes, undoubtedly containing his and George's washed and carefully ironed underwear, on his messy bed. The fact that he had been naked (as good as, at least) did not make it any better. Since when did he care what anyone thought of him anyway? And Hermione? The annoying, law-abiding little tattletale from school who had messed up so many of his pranks? 'I mean, sure, I like her well enough', he thought. 'But she's just Hermione. Nothing special.'

He snapped out of his train of thoughts as George spoke to him:

"You feelin' ok there, twin?" He asked looking up from his work.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Fred replied and mentally shook himself. He suppressed all further uncomfortable thoughts as he quickly put on a pair of jeans and a striped t-shirt to go downstairs for lunch.

"So, why can't we just apparate to the island?" Ron asked with his mouth full of pie.

"It's too far. And even if it wasn't it would be tricky since none of us have been there and nobody really knows where it is, so precision would be impossible. We would end up in the ocean."

"Hermione's right." Mrs Weasley said. "Close your mouth, Ronald! A port key is really the best way to travel that far." She finished.

They had decided they would start their tour of the world with visiting the famous wizard island, Mer Island, somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. It was unclear exactly where this island was located since it was famous for it's large group of Merpeople who lived in the vicinity and therefore it was unplottable to keep muggles from coming there. But it was a very popular tourist attraction among wizards who desired a carefree sunny holiday. It would make for a nice change of scenery and a good start of their tour.

"Oh, it's gonna be so great!" Ginny exclaimed. "I heard there are native wizards living there just like they did thousands of years ago still practising the magic of their ancestors."

"Yes, and there are guided tours of the Merpeople's habitats. That's bound to be interesting." Hermione chimed in excitedly.

"Sounds awesome." Harry said. "Think I'm gonna pass on the Merpeople, though."

"They're not the same as those they have in Scotland, you know." George informed Harry.

"No, these are actually hot. Like the ones in the paintings." Fred said matter of factly.

"I don't think Harry's gonna change his mind based on their physical appearance, Fred." Ginny said sarcastically rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, you're right..." Fred admitted. "

"...no one in their right mind would want to make you jealous." George in a softer tone mumbling into his pie taking care not meeting Ginny's scolding gaze.

"Hey, you know you are the most beautiful girl I know." Harry smiled putting his hand on hers fondly. She smiled back and turned her eyes to her food as Harry mouthed "Yikes..." across the table at the twins.

"I saw that." Ginny sang but she was grinning.

That was a short one, I know, but the third chapter will probably be up sometime next week, (I'm trying to post as regularly as I can) so until then: review! Just a tiny one? Please? You can say that I suck too, that's okay :) Really.