Chapter 4

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"For a first time with Apparition you are certainly faring well!" Mr. Weasley smiled benignly at the Muggles in his living room as they took in the magical clock, the pots stirring themselves in the kitchen, and the sweater knitting itself in the corner.

"Er—well actually, we've seen Hermione do it before, when she came home the holiday after she passed her test we heard cracks all the time and had to keep the window shades down, she would Apparate from the kitchen to the bedroom," Hermione's mother patted her daughter's hand, as she squeezed next to her mother on the sofa. Mr. Weasley lounged back in his armchair as it readily popped open the footrest for him as Mrs. Weasley tisked disapprovingly of his casual gestures.

"Did she now? My my, Hermione,"
"What can I say, I was excited," Hermione shrugged with a smile. This is going better than I had expected.

"You were excited, were you, you saucy little minx," Ron had unknowingly snuck up behind her and was currently whispering words into her ear that only she could hear. A tremor went up her neck, and she flushed a deep red.

"All right, dearie?" Mrs. Granger worriedly put a hand on her daughter's forehead. "I hope none of you have gone too much out of your way for this,"

"Not at all, not at all!" Mr. Weasley now turned to Mr. Granger as Mrs. Granger went to join Mrs. Weasley and Fleur in the kitchen. "So…what exactly is the function of a TOASTER?"

Before dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took the Grangers on a tour, leaving the kitchen and sitting room to the children. Ron was facing the bread basket and salivating at the smell…just one won't hurt. It IS my house, after all…

Reaching his hand out, he got a sharp smack from a wooden spoon in return. Yelping, Ron grabbed his hand and turned around to see Hermione, with Harry silently laughing in the back as Ginny lay on the sofa, partially asleep. Her frown deepened as she stepped towards him, brandishing the spoon in an extremely threatening manner.

"Little minx?" she whispered seductively in his ear.

Ron's breath came in heavy spurts as Harry turned away, giving them their privacy.

"Well, er…"

"IN FRONT OF MY PARENTS?" Hermione roared, raising the spoon. Ron cowered, backing into the corner.

"They didn't hear it, I thought it'd be funny…"

"BLOODY HILARIOUS!"

"Oy, Victoire, cover your ears," Bill said lazily, watching the lovers spat from his seat by the kitchen table. The scars on his face stretched as he gave Ron a grin and said "You're on your own, mate,".

"What eez dis noise?" Fleur remarked, carrying out dishes to the table. "'onestly, children, can you not play nicely?" She crossed her arms and stared at her daughter, who was currently trying to ram a block down Teddy's shirt.

"I'm bored, Mama," Victoire abandoned the blocks, running to her mother and grabbing onto her robes. Fleur didn't miss the look of sadness Teddy was currently giving her.

"'ere, Teddy," Fleur redeposited Victoire next to Teddy. "We will eat soon, yes? Then you can take naps, okay?"

"Okay, Auntie Fleur," Teddy said happily, handing Victoire another block.

Hermione grinned, watching the two of them, momentarily forgetting her anger. Ron, taking advantage of the moment, wrapped her up in his arms from behind, grabbing the spoon and sticking it on the table.

"You can't be mad at me, 'Mione, I'm too adorable,"

"Oh, is that right, sir," Hermione said sarcastically, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Now get off me, Fleur needs help carrying the platters out,"

"You sit for a minute, 'Mione, go lie down on the couch for a moment, I'll take care of it," Ron said with a chivalrous glance at his best mate. Harry glanced at Ginny, who had woken from her momentary slumber, and glared at him.

"Why don't YOU ever help in the kitchen, Potter?"

Harry gulped. "Erm, I'll just go help Ron then, you and Hermione have a nice chat,"

George reApparated in the room, carrying a bag of Honeydukes sweets for dessert, and set them down next to the table, chatting with Bill. As Ron, Harry, and Fleur prepared the table for dinner and the children played, Hermione and Ginny couldn't help remarking on the amazing condition of their family.

"Our family's one of a kind, isn't it, Herms," Ginny said, wincing. "Goodness, my back hurts something fierce,"

"Your family, Gin, my best friends," Hermione grinned.

"Soon to be your family too, 'Mione," Ginny said sleepily as she drifted off once more, leaving Hermione to wonder.

Well, yes…wait, what? He can't have…oh bloody hell.

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