(This is a short-chaptered, short-story full of romance and clichés. I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The characters are not mine, they belong to J K Rowling)

Chapter Seven

They started by holding her arms, linking theirs with hers, but after a few minutes of walking in silence, their hands moved down her arms into her hands. Hermione walked through the beautiful countryside with Fred holding her left hand and George holding her right. She didn't complain, but smiled to herself instead, over the childish romantic gesture.

They walked for several hours. They talked for several hours. In fact, by the time they returned to the Burrow it was dinnertime. The clock was chiming six times. They walked in, no longer holding hands, and smiled at everyone.

"Good evening!" the twins cried in unison, spreading their arms wide. "May we present the dear lady Hermione." Then they bowed mockingly and allowed Hermione to pass. She was still wearing the ring of flowers on her head that they'd made for her. Harry and Ron grinned at her. She smiled back; relieved they weren't angry at her. She sat in between them as Fred and George went to talk to their mum.

"So, how was your day princess?" Harry asked.

"Great thanks." Hermione replied as she elbowed him lightly for mocking her. She reached across the table for the potatoes and began to serve herself.

"What did the three of you get up to?" Ron asked, his ears going slightly red.

"We went for a swim, then a walk. Sorry guys." She said.

The boys nodded and began to eat their meals. The three friends ate in silence. Fred and George came over and sat opposite the golden trio.

"What's up?" George asked Harry and Ron.

"Not a lot." Harry replied. Ron nodded his head. The twins began to eat.

"What did you do today whilst we were gone?" asked Fred.

"We just played quidditch mainly." Ron replied, his mouth full of food.

"Great. Want to play tomorrow as well, with us. You two can practice your keeping and seeking skills, we can be beaters because we were always beaters at Hogwarts. And we could get Hermione to play chaser."

"Chaser?!" Hermione spluttered.

"Yes, chaser."

"But I can't fly! Let alone play quidditch!" Hermione exclaimed. The four boys laughed. "It isn't funny!"

"Yes it is 'Mione." Ron laughed.

Hermione scowled and folded her arms across her chest as the boys laughed. Arthur and Molly Weasley looked over with raised eyebrows. Eventually the laughter stopped.

"Don't worry Hermione, we'll teach you to fly…we know you never learnt properly at Hogwarts, but we'll help you." Harry put an arm around Hermione's shoulders and squeezed comfortingly.

"I don't want to though…I'm scared." Hermione muttered so quietly that the lads almost didn't hear.

"Hermione, you have done so much over the last few years that a silly thing like flying shouldn't scare you." Ron said.

"You're right!" Hermione exclaimed, standing up. "I have done so many things, things that would terrify most people, but I did them. So I can get over this phobia, I will learn to fly…I will…" Hermione paused and turned slightly green. The boys backed off a little. She fled from the room.

"What's up with her?" asked Fred.

"I think she was going to throw up." Ron replied, looking shocked.

The boys all frowned. They waited anxiously for Hermione to return. After several minutes, which they'd spent in silence apart from the occasional clatter of their cutlery against their plates, she came back.

"Sorry guys…I just felt sick all of a sudden. Probably because I was thinking about flying as I said all that."

"Are you really that scared of flying," asked Harry "because I never knew it was that bad."

Hermione nodded.

"Aww." Fred and George cooed in unison. They stood up from the table, walked around and pushed past Harry and Ron to hug Hermione. Hermione blushed but allowed them to hug her. When they stood up Ron and Harry hugged her too.

"Lucky me…I've got four boys hugging me" She laughed. Soon, the boys' laughter joined hers.

Molly Weasley watched the goings-on with interest. She started to clear all the plates and things away as the friends laughed. They weren't moving away from the table.

"Come on dears, you have to go somewhere else now, I've got to set the table up for the guests we're having tonight."

"Guests?!" the five of them said at once.

"Yes, guests. Why else would your father and I not join you as you ate? We're having separate meals. We've got several older guests coming around for dinner, and you five are not to be here. Now shoo."

The five of them stood up and left the room as Molly laid the table. They went to the lounge. Fred collapsed in an armchair, George in another, and Ron, Hermione and Harry all sat on the sofa.

"Who do you reckon the guests are?" Ron asked eventually. Everyone, bar Hermione, shrugged.

"Probably some of the older witches and wizards working at the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said "here to talk about a promotion for your father or something. That is the only thing that makes sense, seems this dinner is very important and we can't be there. If it were any other kind of guest, from the Order lets say, like Professor Lupin or someone, we'd be allowed there."

The boys all nodded in astonishment, agreeing with Hermione's brilliant idea.

"Well, what do we do whilst they eat? We've got a few hours before we need to go to bed." Harry said.

"I've got an idea." said George.

"So have I." said Fred.

"What are your ideas?" Ron asked.

The twins looked at each others, grinning, before turning to the others. They had sneaky, mischievous grins on their faces as they told the others their idea in unison.

"Truth or dare!"