Thanks to everybody who's reviewed so far! Sorry about typing errors and mistakes with spelling/grammar, my spellchecker isn't working for some reason, so I'm having to re-read everything, so any mistakes are things I missed when I was re-reading.

Also, to clear up any confusion, the first chapter is set around a week after DH finished.

Chapter Three

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat in the Weasley's sitting room opposite Mr and Mrs Weasley. The small table between the two sofas was laden with maps, booklets and parchment.

"Honestly, I don't think the four of you should go alone. Can't you take Hagrid?"

"Mum, I've told you a million times, we're going alone. We aren't going to be attacked, it's not like it was before!"

"Mum, he's right. Death Eaters aren't looking for Harry. Nobody is going to jump out and curse us! We're just going to find Hermione's parents!" Ginny's red hair seemed to shine brighter and hotter than ever. It reminded Harry of Tonks when Mad-Eye used her first name.

"Ginny dear, I still don't like this idea of you going. What if you get held up? You'll miss your seventh year of school!"

"Mrs Weasley, I sent an owl to Professor McGonagoll yesturday. She said it's perfectly fine for Ginny and I to return to Hogwarts next year. I want to go and take my N.E.W.Ts, so both of us can do it together."

"Bloody mental." Ron muttered. Hermione glared daggers at him.

"That's all very well Hermione, but I still don't like this. You four travelling across the world and back. You're only just of age!"

"Mum! Hermione's 18 in September! And the three of us faced much worse when we were on our mission!" The trio had still not told anybody of the Horcruxes. In time they would, but with the funerals that had taken place all week, they hadn't really had chance.

Molly Weasley sighed, "I suppose I'll have to accept defeat. But you aren't leaving this house until I've fixed my clock."

"Clock? What on earth does that bloody clock have to do with it?" Harry looked at his best friend, whose ears were a shade of deep red.

Before Molly could answer her son, Arthur answered, "Your mother wants to modify it. Harry, Hermione and Fleur are going to have a hand."

Harry smiled brightly, "Wow, Mrs Weasley, thank you."

"It isn't any trouble Harry, dear. You're practically family."

"So that's it then?" Ginny pressed her mother, "we can go?"

Molly sighed again and nodded, "Now that garden needs de-knoming, if you'll excuse me." She flounced out of the room, swinging a tea towel over her shoulder. Arther nodded at the foursome before following Molly out of the room and into the garden.

"We'd better get packing, then." Ginny said, standing up and streching.

"But your mum said we had to wait for the clock-" Hermione started.

"It isn't like a muggle clock Hermione, she can just use a spell." Ron laughed, "Honestly, they say you're the brightest witch of our time."

"Be quiet, Ronald."

Harry laughed and looked at Ginny, "coming?"

She nodded and took his hand. The two of them leaving Ron and Hermione alone in the sitting room.

"You are though."

"Am what, Ronald?"

"The brightest witch of our time."

Hermione blushed and moved a little closer to Ron. Neither of them had mentioned their kiss during the final battle since it'd happened. They'd been closer than usual, but not as close as either of them would've liked.

"Ron, I was wondering..."

"Yeah, what?"

"Well, with Fred I didn't like to push you, but, well..."

"Spit it out Hermione."

"Was what happened after you know when you said that thing, well was it, you know?"

"Hermione, no I don't know. What the bloody hell are you on about?"

"The- the thing. When we, you know,"

"Oh! You mean this-" Ron grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her close to him. Their lips met and soon enough they were repeating the kiss they had shared back in Hogwarts castle. When neither of them broke apart after a few moments, Ron took Hermione's face in his hands. She moved her hands to his waist. After what seemed like hours, they broke apart.

"I..."

"Yeah..."

"Ronald?"

"Hmm?"

"What happens now?"

"We kiss more?" Ron grinned.

Hermione gave him dagger-eyes.

"You are really cute when you're angry. Did you know that?"

Hermione laughed.

"Hermione, do you think that you'd-"

"Ooops, sorry love birds." George chuckled, backing out of the room. It was the first time he'd been out of his room since the night before.

"Wait, George!"

"Hermione, you don't mind if I go talk to him, do you?"

She shook her head.

"Thanks. I'll be back."

He rushed after his brother, but when he reached the garden George apparated away.