A few weeks into summer and Hermione was completely and utterly at ease. Ever since she got back from Paris nothing in the world could break the calmness that the beautiful city had created for her. She was so lucky that she was fortunate enough to have spent the greatest holiday she's ever had with her parents, being away for so long at one time can be extremely hard on her, let alone her parents who loved her more than anything on this planet. Since they came back from Paris, Hermione had been caught day dreaming at the most unusual places, like breakfast.

"Pumpkin eat your toast." Mr. Granger told Hermione with a grin, not looking up from the morning paper, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.

Hermione shook her head lightly, coming out of her trance. She smiled at her father, before taking a bite of her toast with jam. As much as she wanted to deny it, she had missed her best friends more than anything. Over her holiday she contemplated whether her feelings for Ron were worth losing the friendship that she cherished more than anything in the world. She also knew that no matter how much she prayed, there was a huge chance her feelings would never be requited. Hermione knew that running after Ron like a little puppy was only going to end up hurting her more. So, it was for the best to bury them as much as she could.

"Hermione dear" Jean said from across the kitchen, bringing a bowl filled with fruit and placed it in front of her daughter. "Your dad and I were talking a few days ago and we thought it would be an fantastic idea for the Weasley's to come over for lunch before you go and stay with them." She said with a bright smile.

"We feel as though we don't spend enough time with them, considering how much time you do." Henry pointed out, setting the newspaper aside. "That's if you would be okay with that."

Hermione smiled at her parents, "Of course, I think that would be brilliant."

Her mother beamed, "Excellent, so finish your breakfast and send an owl to Ron or Ginny." Jean told her daughter. "Oh and make sure Mrs. Weasley knows that everyone is invited, all seven of the children."

Hermione was a little caught out when she heard this, it wasn't as though she didn't want the Weasley's at her home with her parents, she thought it was going to be a great day. She just couldn't work out how all the Weasley's could possible fit in her house. Plus, Ron and Ginny had kept her in the loop with everything that was happening with their family and Percy so Hermione didn't exactly know how she would invite them all without bringing up that extremely touchy subject.

"When do you want them over for lunch?" Hermione asked her Mum, as she took a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth.

Jean quickly hoped over to the kitchen bench and grabbed her bag, looking through it until she picked out a small, bright red book. She flipped a few pages as she clicked her pen, "Well if you make sure you send an owl right now, do you think that would be enough notice for this Saturday? It's Tuesday today, so hopefully Molly and Arthur haven't made plans yet."

Hermione quickly shovelled down the remaining food on her plate before putting the plate in their kitchen sink and running up the stairs into her bedroom. Hermione ruffled through her trunk for Hogwarts, trying to find spare parchment, once she found a few sheets, she pulled out her quill and a bottle of ink. But before she could start writing her letter, she noticed the Weasley's family owl sitting on her window pane being questionably quiet. Hermione took the letter, embarrassed that she hadn't noticed the brown coloured owl sitting in her room the entire time she was in there. Possibly, she was just too excited to have her friends over. Opening the letter, she noticed Ginny's handwriting.

Hermione,

When are you going to get here? I am slowly sipping into insanity.

I was really looking forward to Bill and Charlie being here, but all they seem to do is play Quidditch with everybody else and because Bill is so bloody over protective he refuses to let me play because he claims 'Fred and George play like their fighting for survival and will throw me off the broom if I get in the way of them playing'. Mum thinks it's the sweetest thing for 'Billy' to be looking after me that she has agreed to not allow me to play when they all are playing. It's so bloody annoying!

So please tell me your coming soon, I need someone else in this house that I can have an intelligent conversation with.

Hope you're enjoying your summer,

Love Ginny.

Hermione laughed while reading Ginny's letter, she knew Ginny better than anyone so Hermione was certain Ginny would be giving her brothers and Harry a difficult time by not allowing her to play with them. Hermione was also jealous of Ginny having so many loving older siblings who would do anything and everything in their power to protect her. But it was time's like theses she was glad she was an only child, it would be difficult having to sit back knowing she wasn't allowed to play her favourite sport.

Ginny,

I know you probably don't want to here this, but I think it's really sweet that Bill is so concerned about your safety. But I do think it's not very fair that you have to sit out.

I'm sure Bill and Charlie are spending as much time with you, you know how much they miss you when they're away.

As for when I'm coming to stay at the Burrow, It's still undecided.

We stayed in Paris longer than planned, and I want to spend time at home before I leave.

It's great that you wrote, I was just about to write to you.

My parent's think it would be a brilliant idea for your family to come over this Saturday for lunch, including Charlie and Bill.

Speaking of which, any more word on Bill and Fleur? She'd be most welcome to come as well!

If you could write back as soon as you know that'd be great, I'm sure my mother is down stairs as we speak preparing a feast.

Give everybody my love,

Love Hermione.

Hermione folded the letter and tied it on Errol's foot before giving him give a quick treat to nibble on. "Please take this to Ginny as soon as possible." With a loud hoot, and a large flutter of his wings, Errol took off into the sky flying diagonally. Hermione laughed at how incredibly useless the bird was before grabbing a towel from her cupboard and going for a shower.

Not even twenty minutes later, once she was out of the shower and dressed she found Eroll sitting on the edge of her bed, gently pecking at the blanket her grandmother that knitted her. Hermione walked over to get the letter which was attached to his leg, once Errol looked at her, Hermione couldn't help but laugh as the owl looked at her with bits of wool stuck to his beak. Before reading the letter, Hermione made sure to get the owl slowly detached from his beak.

Hermione,

Mum is over the moon at the invitation and said to thank your parents a hundred times over.

When I asked Mum and Dad Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron and Harry were also in the kitchen, so they all made sure to keep this Saturday free.

Bill and Charlie also wanted me to thank you for including them, and they seem really excited to come.

Bill also went quiet red when I read the part about Fleur also being invited, so I'm guessing things are going well for them but she's busy this weekend with her sister so she won't be there.

I cannot wait to see your house, must less you!

It's felt like years since I've had a real conversation with somebody.

Dad is so excited to be in a house filled with muggle contraptions, it's really funny actually.

But any ways, I guess we'll have time to talk this Saturday.

I can't wait!

Love Ginny.

Hermione had the biggest urge for Saturday to hurry up and come now, she was beyond excited to be with all the people she loved the most at one time. She just hoped this week would hurry up and come by.