The next day an owl pecked at the window. Pancakes, the owl, had come back from Luna with the latest news on her and Neville. From the previous letters she had revived it sounded like she was getting married and had just given birth to two beautiful children right after they met in Diagon Alley. Hermione didn't hear Pancakes, which is because she was sleeping. Though almost lunch, no one had noticed she wasn't there. Bill was trying to tell Fleur that their daughter's hair doesn't need to be perfect. Ginny and George were going on and on and on about how everything has to be perfect when Fleur does it. Arthur and Molly were going over whether or not Hermione and Ron should get the extra room. Ron, on the other hand, was eating like there would be no tomorrow that is until he heard Harry saying, "Ginny? Why don't I hear anyone yelling at Ron for stuffing his face with food? Or going on and on and on about things we do wrong? Hey! Don't hear anyone talking about 'Hogwarts, a History', do you? Because I certainly don't. Oh Ron, chew with your mouth closed! I can see the bacon and eggs falling out of your mouth. It's not very pleasant."

"Ok, Mum," Ron snapped.

Ginny knew who Harry was talking about. He was talking about Hermione, the girl Ron has had a crush on for now years. "Harry, are you talking about Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, Ginny. Ron, where's Hermione? Ginny, do you know? It's not like her to sleep this late... At all." Harry said. Harry picked up the 'Daily Prophet' and flipped to the section that shows marriages and births. Ginny looked over to see two paragraphs on Neville and soon-to-be Luna Longbottom.
The two had planed to get married on October 21st. Luna had given birth to two healthy twins. They were named Ginny Minavera and Trevor Harry. Their birth was on August 15th 2004.

"Harry, she's still sleeping, that's why it's so quiet and Ron is stuffing his mouth with no one telling him to stop," Ginny said.

"Then we'd better get her! Before the waffles are gone, so she wont starve! George! Save two of them!" Harry said as the two rushed out the kitchen. The rest of the Weasly family didn't notice that the two had left.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Ron called chasing after them. He had syrup all over his face and residue of his breakfast pancakes were visible through his teeth. When they got to the stairs, Ginny went to her room first to see if she was alive... Or not.

When she opened her bedroom door she heard, "No! No! Take me instead! Please! Don't kill Ron! Take me! Just don't hurt him!" Hermione was mumbling in her sleep. Ginny sat down in the nearest chairs as said, "Hermione! Wakey wakey!" Hermione tossed and turned. She did this for about the next two minutes for the next two minutes, then Ginny went down to get Ron. She knew that Harry would want Ron to go up first, it would matter more to Ron than it would himself if Hermione was gone.

"Ron, you first." Ginny told him.

"Are you sure? It's your room, that you now right now share with four other girls, no I'm wrong. Five other girls, one if them is part veela. I'm not allowed up those stairs. Last time I went up to your room I walked in on Fleur changing. You can't make me," Ron protested. Since there weren't enough bed rooms in the Burrow, Victoire, Fleur, Angelina, Audrey Ginny and Hermione shared a room, while Ron, Harry, Teddy and George shared one, while Percy and Bill shared. Mrs. Weasly and Mrs. Weasly sleep together. There would be one empty room left. The Weasly family has been arguing over who gets it. So far the Weasly's have agreed on Hermione and Ron.

"Since when did you follow the rules?" Ginny asked. She received a glare from Ron. "Ron, there are no naked girls. Fleur is out side braiding Victoire's hair. Angelina is trying to teach Audrey how to use your broom. A few minutes ago Audrey was running away from your broom as fast as her legs could take her because she was being chased by George. She was acting like a bear or something was going to eat her. Total failure! Now, you need to see Hermione."

"Shes not dead, is she?" Harry asked.

"No! She's not dead! I would have told you, I wouldn't be telling Ron to go see her and I would have screamed! I would have screamed like a headless chicken getting ready to be wingless!" Ginny yelled. "Come on Ron."

"But you just screamed," Harry told her.

"No, I shouted."

"Whatever. Same thing."

Ginny finally got Ron's lazy butt up the stairs when she called him a lazy-butt-head-who-right-now-could-clearly-care-less-about-the-girl-he-cares-about-the-most-other-than-the-one-the-only-Ginevra-Molly-Weasly.
Ron could hear Hermione's mumbles from the stairs. He listened, for once, as he wondered if Ginny's wild yelling about who knows what woke her up from what seemed to be an endless dream. A dream that Hermione would be glad to have been woken up from.

He walked in, relived that Fleur wasn't yelling at him or telling to get out because she just got out of the shower. From the moment he walked in he knew something was wrong. The room wasn't quiet, like he expected it to be. Instead it was the opposite.

"Ron! Please! Don't die! I didn't live life like I wanted to, with you. We're still young! Please! No! Please no! I love you! I always have. Please! After all we've been through, don't give up now! Please! For me! No, kill me! Don't you dare lay a hand on him! Keep your bony fingers off of him, Lestrange! Don't hurt him! He did nothing wrong! Take me! Kill me instead; I don't deserve the life I have. Take me!" She continued mumbling as Ron sat on the stool Ginny sat on and grabbed Hermione's tiny hand and softly squeezed it. Her hand was warm.

"Hermione, please wake up. Please. You've been asleep for like... I don't know. Like forever. I need you to wake up," Ron said.

"Who is this person next to me? Or is it even a person? Are you an alien? Hi there thing! Ooh. Red hair. The things got red hair. I like red hair. Harry? He has red hair. Right? Or is it Ron? But doesn't Ron have black hair? Ron, is that you? Or is it Ginny? She has red hair. Person or alien creature thing, who are you?" Hermione asked, still half asleep as she turned sides so she was facing Ron. Ron could now see that her hair needed a good brushing. Her hair was as bushy as ever.

"It's Ron. Hermione, you have no idea how much I am glad to see you talking to me! I'm so glad you're alive! Thank heaven! Come on. Out of the bed you go. I hope you know Harry has black hair. I have red hair," Ron said kissing her hand multiple times. She smiled and reached over the bed to hug him, but didn't get out.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Harry has the black. You have red. Wait. You thought I was dead? Well I don't think I'm dead. Am I dead?" Hermione looked very confused. Her smile lasted for what seemed to be forever. In this case forever was ten minutes.

"No, Hermione. You're not dead. I am so thankful for that. Hermione, it's almost 12:35! You've been asleep for over fifteen hours at least! Maybe more than that! You're almost always up at the crack of dawn. Now... Of course I was worried, you were mumbling stuff like, 'Ron! Please! Don't die! I didn't live life like I wanted to, with you. We're still so young! Please! I'm begging you! No! Please no! I love you! I always have. Please! After all we've been through, don't give up now, don't give up! Please! For m No, kill me! Keep your bony fingers off of him! Don't hurt him! He did nothing wrong! Take me! Kill me instead; I don't deserve the life I have. Take me!' What were you dreaming about?"

"Well, Bellatrix, she came back, she made another scar on my other arm, just like the one I all ready have, and worst, and she almost killed you. Ron, she knows my weakness, you being gone, being killed! I begged her not to. I even told her to kill me instead, but she still did it," Hermione explained, before bursting into tears.

"Well, I'm right here, and I always will be. I hope." Ron said after he had wiped away her tears and had kissed her on her forehead. Then he had gotten her out of her bed, and turned around so she could change.

"Thanks Ron, it means a lot to me." the two walked down the stairs to find Harry and Ginny talking about the Quiddich World Cup. This year the game is in England. The two were planning to go.

"Hermione?" the two said in unison, before they started asking questions.

"Hey, what do you know? Its 12:43!" George said as he walked through with a bowl of fruit. His favorite combination: apples, pears peaches, grapes and grapefruit with sugar, were in the bowl.

"Yay! I beat my personal record!" Hermione said her voice full of sarcasm.

"Good for you!" George told her in the same amount of sarcasm.

"You do know you slept for like fourteen hours, right?" Harry walked closer to see Hermione's wet eyes.

"I'm well aware."

"Hermione, why were you mumbling all that stuff?" Ginny asked.

"Really long story, short. Two words. Bad dream." She answered.

"Why are your cheeks wet?" Ginny asked.

"Very long story. It adds on to why I was mumbling."

"Aren't you hungry?" Harry questioned.

"No, surprisingly, I'm not."

"Did George slip a sleeping potion in your drink last night? Did he put a sleeping charm on you? Was George even involved in this?" Ginny asked.

"No." it was a stupid question, knowing George had laid back on pulling pranks on everyone, but Ginny had asked to make sure he wasn't up to his usual pranks.

"How come you just assume it was me? When did I come into this conversation? Oh yeah, when I walked in and looked at the clock. Jeez! I thought you were a good little sister! So much for that," George said with a hurt look on his face.

"I don't know."

"Can you all stop asking questions for a minute and let me sit down?" asked Hermione.

Victoire and Fleur had finally finished braiding Victoire's hair, teaching her how to braid her mother's hair and watching her braid Angelina, Audrey professionally and tried Teddy's hair. Fleur had found out three months ago that she was pregnant again with another girl. They were hoping to name her Dominique.

"Are you human? Or are you a monster?" Victoire asked as she walked in. Result of Hermione's restless yet endless sleep, she happened to have created a mane if wild hair. Ginny's makeup experiment residue still remained, smeared all over her face. Mascara on her forehead and below her eyes, lipstick on both sides of her cheeks and on her chin. She had eyeliner on her nose, and she had on non-matching earrings in. Her dress was ripped and wrinkled. The girl looked like a mess. Hermione, in a little girl's and Ron's point of view did look like a monster.

"Victoire! Don't ask questions like that! It is very rude!" Fleur scolded at her daughter in her 'I'm-pregnant-with-your-sister-so-shut-up' tone.

"Really. It's fine. And yes. I'm human."

"No she's not. Hermione is a monster!" Ron joked, tugging on Hermione's hair, making Hermione frown.

"Ahhh!" the little girl screamed and ran away, Fleur giving him a glare he deserved.

"Ouch! Quit it! I'm not an annoying little fairytale creature. You can quit acting like a muggle kindergartener and stop pulling my hair!" Hermione told Ron. Ron slowly let go of her hair, pouting. "I do not think so. You don't need to pout every time you don't get your way."

"Ooh, brother of mine. You just got taught manners by your girlfriend," George said.

"I am NOT his girlfriend!" Hermione yelled.

"I am NOT her boyfriend!" Ron screamed.

"Ha Ha! Ron, you scream like a little girl!" Ginny exclaimed

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"I do NOT scream like a little girl, now shush your mouth before I get someone to do it for you," Ron threatened. Ginny knew Ron would never let someone do that to his sister.

"Fine, Fine. Whatever you say, big brother," Ginny said.

"Victoire! Teddy is outside waiting for you! Let's go braid his hair again!" her mother called.

"Good one, Ron!" Harry yelled from across the sofa.

"Fleur, get used to this kind of stuff. This is Ron's daily attitude. His daily plan, mess my day up by acting like a child. Today doesn't count because I was asleep for who knows how long," Hermione explained

"Wait. So, you weren't at breakfast?" Fleur asked.

"I was not there."

" Ha! I didn't notice! Here, I'll fill you in, though not much happened. It was pretty boring. Teddy and Victoire were playing the hand games you taught them. Percy and Audrey were trying to tell Angelina that Quiddich is a very stupid, boring sport. Bill and I were watching people eat. Ron was stuffing his face with eggs, beacon, and cheese, even left over dinner and whatever he could find that would fit in his mouth. It wasn't a pretty sight, unlike like me! Though George didn't get up early, he still found time to fit in quite a few hours of laughter. He soon got the hiccups. Ginny thought that was funny. Soon, they were both having hiccupy laughs together! Mr. And Mrs. Weasly were having a huge argument over who gets to stay in the extra room. I think they said something about the two people being you and Ron. I hope you two know there's only one bed and you have to share it with him. Good luck with Mr. Pig. I'm sure our breakfast would have been better without you around to bother us!" Fleur exclaimed, laughing.

"Fleur, she wasn't there," George told the veela as he went to fill his bowl back up with fruit.

"I knew that! That's what I said!" Fleur shouted in Harry's ear.

"No you didn't," Ron told her.

"Oh whatever!" she cried.

"Of course you didn't notice that I wasn't there. Of course," Hermione said under her breath.

"Fleur, be nice. It's my family. Well not Harry, Audrey, Teddy, Hermione, Angelina, but be nice. That means you can't go sassing at Hermione about her ruining your day. Dear, it's rude. Ron, George and Ginny, shut up! All you do is talk," Bill told them.

"Hermione did not ruin Fluer's day, Bill. She wasn't here for more than half of her horrible day," Ron snapped.

"But Fleur said that she did," Bill asked.

"Well it's not true," Ron snapped at his older brother.

Harry soon decided that it was time for this argument to end. "George?" he asked. "Did you save the two waffles?"

"He did for about three minutes. Then, he ate them," Angelina told Harry as she walked in, Ron's broom over her shoulder and a really dirty, pouting Audrey coming in behind her. "Thanks for letting me use your broom, Ron?"

"What's the point of quiddich anyways?" Audrey asked.

"No ones going to listen to you. When that goes through a Weasly's ear, it turns out to be rubbish."

Ron had soon joined in to the questioning two. "Hermione, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?" He asked.

Her simple, but true answer, "Maybe."

"Well then, I love you too. Wait. Did you say maybe? I thought you were going to say yes! George? What's that noise? It sounds like snogging," Ron said.

"Glad your ears now work, Ron. Turn around." Ron did as Hermione instructed him and he didn't like what he saw.

Harry and Ginny got bored of all this, so they started snogging. "Ginevra Molly Weasly! Harry James Potter! What are you two doing?" Ron yelled at the snogging couple. "Mum! I have found two things on the couch. They are snogging. I think they're bugs. Can you get rid of the two things?"

"Ah, nothing? Can't tell Mum. She already knows. Hermione does to," Ginny answered, hoping it would work.

"Hermione? You knew? Why didn't you tell me?" Ron asked.

"I promised I wouldn't," Hermione told him. "I keep my promises."

"Yes, you do. Gosh," Ron said.

"Go back to bed Ron, and it was all a dream..." Ginny tried, but failed.

"Ginny that doesn't work on me anymore!"

"Really? I used it on you yesterday when I told you all the sandwiches were gone. I turned the edible food type sandwiches into magic using sand witches. George still ate ten out of ten and a half. I ate the half he didn't eat because the witches he ate hexed him. The witch in my belly thought I was nice, like sugar!" Ginny had told him.

"Ron, does that seriously work? I could have used that so many times. It also works on Lavender Brown. It's so much fun to for her to see her lipstick tube empty! Sometimes it wouldn't be hers, one time she cried over it! As I would say, 'don't cry over spilt milk' but in this case, 'don't cry over an empty lipstick tube'. Ginny, can you make Ron sandwich that won't hex him? But make one that does so I can get revenge on that veela for not noticing I wasn't eating with her. Please?" Hermione asked as Harry, Ron and George laughed.

"Guys, I don't think she's kidding, but I'll do it anyways. Last night Fleur told me that my outfit was and I quote totally drab and it was too ugly for her to look at'. I heard her saying that Hermione's hair might hold a bird's nest because it's so bushy," Ginny said.

"Are you seriously going to feed Fleur a sand witch? Id never thought I'd see the Hermione Granger, the goody-too-shoes my brother has known since he was on the Hogwarts Express for the first time actually do something... Bad. I can't believe Ron took our word for that spell to turn Scabbers yellow! How'd that turn out for you buddy? You got the girl who told you that you had dirt on your nose, for a girlfriend! I still to this day think that is the funniest thing in the world!" George told her.

"What? I'm serious! Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Hermione protested.

"But it is!" Ron yelled.

"Oh shut up Ron. You're one of my best friends and all, but you don't have an opinion in this," Hermione told him.

"Ron Weasly has an opinion in everything," Ron said, to make him self clear.

"You do not," Ginny butted in.

"If I don't than you don't!"

"But I do!"

"If I kiss you, will you shut up? I am not kissing you, Ginny. Harry can do that," Hermione said.

"Yes." Hermione bent over and kissed him full on the lips. Five minutes pasted and Rey hadn't parted.

"Gross! Mummy! Daddy! I think Hermione and Uncle Ron are snogging! I think that that's what Uncle Ron called it... Uncle Ron and Hermione, sitting in a tree S-N-O-G-G-I-N-G! First comes love, and then comes marriage. Here comes their baby in a baby carriage. That's not all, that's not all here comes Fleur drinking alcohol!" Victoire chanted at the two, now currently making out.

Fleur just so happened to have come in at the wrong time. "Victoire Fleur Weasly! Mummy doesn't drink alcohol."

"Darling, gross is right. Even Percy and I haven't done that junk yet. Come on Victoire. Aunt Ginny has made four batches. I think she's on her fifth one. She made sure she made some for you. I know she won't let Uncle Ron snack on any more than he needs," Audrey told her.

"Sugar plum cookies? And dancing gingerbread-men? Yummy! But what about some for Mummy and Daddy?" Victoire asked.

"Mummy can't have Aunt Ginny's special cookies. It makes her sick," Audrey said.

"Ooh! Hermione! You can give Fleur my cookies! She'll get sick. Sweet revenge. Literally, sweet revenge," Ginny told Hermione.