With Hermione dabbing her eye using a clean hanky she conjured, Ron and Harry talking incessantly and walking on either side of her, and me and Ginny walking behind them, we slowly come into the view of Burrow. The five of us enter our humble home and see mum in a frenzy. It isn't a surprise she doesn't notice us.

"Mum, planning to feed all magic folk in London are you?", Ginny calls out to her.

She turns around, "You're back! We have the whole family and all our close friends coming for dinner. Quickly, tidy yourself up and come down and help me". She gives me a long stare, screening me further and then passes me a smile. "Go on now!"

The girls hurry up into their rooms, followed by Harry and Ron who trudge slowly into theirs. I go into mine. I wash up and put on clean clothes. It's now that I realize, mum must be getting on better. Of late, we haven't had any big whooper of dinner as such. Only family. Mum must be getting on better, for she is cooking one of those enormous meals we used go have that could feed a wizard army. Weasley dinners, even when involving only family- which usually included Harry and Hermione too-is not a quiet event. And Mum said friends were coming too.

"You done in there?", Ron yells.

"Coming!", I step out of my room. Ron and Harry have their heads poking out from the floor above.

"Come up!" Ron hollers.

"The girls?", I ask, as I reach their floor.

"Are girls. They are still inside", Ron says. Harry and Ron re-enter their room and I follow them in, as I sense there's something going on.

"We need your advice", says Harry as he puts on the muffliato spell. I raise a questioning look, to which he answers duly, "Ron and I are thinking of living in Grimmauld Place. We are ready."

I raise a brow, "Live as in...?"

"Live as in, actually live together. We need to get on our feet."

I ask another question,"You already have been. Remember?" I think I was understood well enough. The three of them went away and skipped their seventh year. No one asked them where, but we are quite sure it had something to do with Voldemort.

Harry answers," Yes. But that was different, George. We are of age. We can get jobs. I think it's time we start living on our own".

I nod. I question them again, "What do you need my advice for? To tell mum?"

Ron says,"No. We can handle mum. It's er-actually-" I finally get it!

"Hermione!" Both their reactions were the same. These two.

Harry mutters,"Yes. We want her to live with us as well. Do you think it'll be inappropriate?"

I laugh. "You are talking about the girl both of you have grown up with since you twats were 11 years old, right?"

Ron mumbles,"Well, yes. But things are different now."

Harry says,"Ron and Hermione are the only family I have. I mean, yes I have all of you. But they were there first. And will always be so. But with both of them being a couple now and Ginny and me, do you think it's a little different now."

I understand what they are trying to tell me. "Look, you both. I think it's fantastic that you thought of this. I also understand your concern. All I can tell you is she will be glad to live with the pair of you. Back in school, she was the only girl unafraid to come up into your dorm, the boys dormitories. Just tell her. And blimey don't freak out about such a minor matter." From their looks, they seem to have got my point.

"Now let's go help mum. " We step out and go downstairs.

"Boys! Hurry! Put out the tables and chairs in the garden. We can't fit everyone in here", says mum. We get to work. As soon as we get the tables and chairs lined up, the girls come in chattering with crookshanks slinking behind them. They lay down the dishes and forks.

"George! Will you get me your miracle paste or am I going to sport an eye patch?", Hermione begins.

"Now that you've provided the alternative. I think that's going to suit you strikingly well, aye cap?", I tell her.

"Get it now George!", she yells.

"Alrighty then. I can vouch for you to make a fierce captain". The three laugh. She shoots an evil eye to Ron upon which he immediately stopped. Can't blame him though. Hermione looks downright scary with her black eye.

"Get her the paste Georgie", Gin backs her up, still laughing.

"Aye Aye!", I say in a mockingly pirate-y way and apparate quickly to my room. I find the box of remedies, quickly grab the paste for her and return to find the "friends" mum told me about.