A/N: Woo! More subscribers (: I'm so excited. Well I'm working on another chapter now so I hope you guys enjoy this one! & I'm watching Harry Potter because it's on ABC. They have a Harry Potter Weekend every time the wind blows...


Mrs. Weasley was the one to wake everyone up in the morning. Hermione awoke with a start from the knocking on the door of the room.

"You have to get up dearies! Ginny, you better be all packed!" Her voice warned through the wood of the door before she was off to wake up the rest of the crew.

Harry and Ron were next, and then Fred.

Mr. Weasley was already downstairs in the kitchen eating when the boys, Ginny, and Hermione got down there.

"Eat quickly, we don't want to be late." Mrs. Weasley had food on the table with the wave of her wand before sitting down to eat.

Fred pulled a chair up next to Hermione and took her plate.

He made sure to put a lot of food on it, and handed it back to her with a look she understood.

She knew that he wanted her to eat, but she didn't know how much she could.

With a tiny smile she took the plate and thanked him.

Everyone had already begun eating while she had only managed to move food around on her plate again. Her nerves were constantly getting the best of her.

Fred leaned down so his lips were just over an inch from her ear.

"I'll feed you myself if I have to." His tone was teasing but she knew that he was serious too.

"Ginny, go make sure that you have everything. We have to leave soon!" Mrs. Weasley called as Ginny excused herself from the table. Harry followed her up the stairs and Hermione could only imagine what they were doing up there.

Fred was obviously thinking the same thing as Hermione because when she glanced over at him, he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Quickly, she placed a hand over her mouth and looked away from him.

The table was filled with chatter again while Hermione nibbled on a piece of bacon.

Fred shot her a pointed look and she rolled her eyes in return before shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

When she swallowed she stuck her tongue out at him.

He winked and returned back to his own food to eat.

To get to the train station the family was borrowing a car from the Ministry.

Mr. Weasley just enjoyed taking a car any chance he got because it was so Muggle related.

He was a lot higher up in the Ministry now though and it had been reformed since the war ended. There was no longer a department for Muggle-borns and Mr. Weasley wasn't a joke to people anymore. He had a legitimate ranking in the Ministry and held a respectable job as did Percy, Ron, and Harry.

Mr. Weasley was in charge of both his old department and a new one called the Department for Rights of Muggles and Muggle-borns.

Ron and Harry were of course Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Percy worked for the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Kingsley was of course and old family friend and everyone got along well in the Ministry.

Another plus was that Kingsley actually knew Percy's name and treated him like an equal human being.

When the family arrived at platform nine and three quarters the sight of the train stirred the hearts of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Hogwarts had been the best and worst years of their lives and just the sight of the train was enough to bring back those memories.

Harry's eyes got watery at the thought of his first day to Hogwarts, unknowing the adventure that would be in store for him after stepping foot in that castle.

"Make sure to answer our letters." Mrs. Weasley was hugging Ginny so tight that Harry feared his girlfriend was going to be crushed.

When Mrs. Weasley let go, Harry took over in crushing her. His arms were wrapped around her so tight that he didn't want to ever let go.

There wasn't any threat at Hogwarts and it was under heavy protection, but the family still felt nervous at Ginny returning to school.

In the beginning of the Holiday Mrs. Weasley argued about letting her return at all.

Clearly, she had lost that argument.

After receiving hugs from her brothers, parents, her boyfriend, and best friend, Ginny boarded the train with a sad smile plastered to her face. It was bittersweet to be going back. She would miss Harry and everyone else terribly. There was no way that she wasn't going to return though. She wouldn't let the fear of what could happen get in the way of her future. This year was important for her too, because of her O.W.L.S

The whistle of the train filled the ears of the family and in minutes it was out of sight and on its way to a school the teens longed to go back to.

Harry put his arms around his two best friends and gave them a little squeeze before following Mr. and Mrs. Weasley out of the train station and back to the car.

Fred followed behind Hermione, yearning to reach out and grab her hand or touch her in some way.

Before they piled into the car she glanced over her shoulder at him and flashed a small smile.

. . .

Back at the Burrow Ron and Harry were planning on getting their own place. Hermione sat next to them, nervously thumbing though a book she wasn't paying attention to. It was hard to pay attention to something when her mind was once again whirling.

"Why do you want to move out?" She finally asked, glancing at the cover of her book.

"Just to get out on our own," replied Ron seemingly emotionless.

Harry gave his mate a questioning look before switching his gaze to Hermione.

"It's not a definite. We were just considering our options," he tried to make her fell better. Harry was observant in that he could tell the talk was bothering Hermione.

"Of course you're coming with us!" Harry placed his hand on her shoulder, smiling down at his longtime best friend.

"We couldn't just leave you," he added.

Ron stood up and glared at the two of them.

"Why not? She was able to leave me easily. Why can't we leave her?" He sneered at Hermione and removed himself from the room.

Harry looked back and forth between the two of them, trying to understand whatever he was missing.

"I'm going to go talk to him," Harry's tone was uncomfortable as he also got up and hurried after Ron.

As the two of them left Fred slipped into the room.

"Why so blue?" He smirked, seating himself directly beside her. Personal space was not being considered.

"Ron's still upset," she mumbled in response, flipping open the book again.

She didn't even bother to pretend she was reading it. Once and awhile she still glanced at it though.

Fred glanced down at the book with an amused look on his face.

"He'll get over it. Once he finds someone else to snog he'll go back to being your mate." A reassuring smile flashed across his face.

She tried to feel assured, but really didn't feel any better.

"At least I'm easily replaced," she sighed, knowing that she was being ridiculous.

"Nah, not at all." Fred threw an arm around her shoulders. "He's just too much of a git to have known what he got."

She didn't appear any happier and Fred's brows furrowed.

"Come on, smile for me." He was looking down at her eyes.

Her eyes were darting around the room to avoid looking directly at his.

She could already feel her face heating up and wanted to bolt out of the room and up the stairs to her bed.

He removed the arm from around her shoulders and scooted across the couch so the gap was friendly between them.

She opened her mouth to question him right as Ron and Harry scuffed back into the room.

Ron sat himself between her and Fred while Harry sat in a fluffy armchair.

Harry's eyebrows were raised at Hermione but she pretended not to notice him.

Fred was facing Ron with a goofy look on her face.

"If you wanted to sit on my lap ickle Ronnie all you had to do was ask," Fred was devilishly grinning at his younger brother.

Ron shot Fred a glare that would have made him drop dead if looks could kill.

It didn't seem to faze Fred in the slightest.

"Oh shut it will you?" Ron told him, but couldn't help cracking a smile at his older brother.

"I'll leave you three alone," Fred got up and bothered his brother once more before disapparating from the room.

The CRACK noise made Hermione jump.

She twirled a piece of her hair, hoping that the boys didn't notice her.

Harry and Ron did notice, however, and both started to laugh simultaneously.

Ron and Harry started a conversation again as Hermione resumed her position with her nose in a book.

It was the book she had bought days earlier: Romance for a Teenage Witch.

However, she put a spell on the cover to make it into a title that everyone else would find boring. The title changed according to the person that read it, making it the most boring thing for that particular person. She felt a little proud of herself for the spell and held back a giggle when Ron commented it on it.

"Uck, how are you reading that?" He groaned, shaking his head before turning his attention away from the book.

"That really does look dull, Hermione." Harry agreed.

"It's not that bad." She smirked, flipping to the next page.

The book was interesting and informative. There was a lot she could learn about boys through this. Hell, maybe it would mention why Ron was being such a bipolar Prat recently.

"So, did you hear how another vandalism occurred?" Ron asked Harry, leaning back on the couch to get comfortable while he flipped through the Daily Prophet.

"Yeah, another store in Diagon Alley right?" Harry was shaking his head from the thought.

He just hoped that whoever was doing these acts was harmless, and that it wouldn't escalate into something more violent.

Hermione leaned over to look at the paper in Ron's lap. He tilted it so she could see better and flashed her an apologetic look for how he acted before.

"Just wait until someone gets attacked. Then we'll never be home from work." Ron pressed his lips together and Harry gave him a look of disapproval as Hermione stiffened.

Being a Muggle-born, she would be one of the first to be attacked if there was another uprising from the supporters of Voldemort.

She remembered the feeling of the Cruciatus Curse and shivered.

Goosebumps rose on her arms and her blood chilled to ice.

The fear was instant at the thought of another uprising in which she was a clear target.

"Don't say that. No one is going to get attacked." Harry's voice was confident. He did his best not to let it falter, though he was thinking the same thing as Ron.


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