Hi! Nice to see you lot again! Well, not see but – oh, you know what I mean. Well, I hope you do – because I do not.

I'm really just winging it with this one, because the suggestions are buried too deep beneath the sea of wonderful compliments – not that I'm complaining, of course.

"Ginny, Luna, get off!"

Fred looked curiously to George before they stepped through the kitchen and into the living room, where Luna was pinning Hermione's shoulders and Ginny was sitting on her legs, carefully painting her toenails as she struggled against them. She looked up and saw that the twins were looking curiously down at her, making her slump and pout a little up at them.

"Help me," she whined right whenever Ginny capped the nail polish and grinned up at her brothers, standing and bowing as Luna released her as well, apologizing as she stood and frowned down at the hot pink color.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to paint her toenails when she's like that," Ginny sighed as Hermione smirked a little and edged a bit towards the stairs. Fred watched curiously as Ginny and George talked, George questioning as to why they had to pin Hermione down to paint her toenails, when Hermione reached out her leg and pressed her foot against the back of Ginny's white tank top, having her gasp and whirl around to glare at her as she gave a small scream and tore up the staircase.

"Hermione Granger!" she growled after her as Luna quickly got rid of the nail polish with her wand.

"So – what?" Fred asked smartly, arching an eyebrow at his sister.

"Hermione doesn't like people looking at her feet," Luna answered instead, "Nail polish brings attention to them."

"That's weird," Fred said bluntly.

"Well, not really," Ginny grinned sheepishly, "Whenever we paint her toenails, we hide all of her other shoes and the nail polish remover and make her wear sandals. It's a weird habit that we need to break her from."

"Very weird," George hummed.

"Do you want help?" Fred asked with a small grin as Hermione toppled once again, reaching out and grabbing his arm as she huffed. They'd gone out to watch a movie, all of them, in fact, except Hermione and Fred felt like walking back to the beach, rather than Apparating. They'd taken a small detour through the park, and the heels – which were the only shoes that didn't show her feet – were proving to be quite difficult.

Hermione huffed and held out her arm, stooping down and taking off a shoe as Fred steadied her by allowing her to hold on to his shoulder, stooping down to get the other one and sending them back to her room with a flick of her wand. Fred watched in amusement as she grinned at him and walked carefully.

"And what are you doing?" he asked after a moment.

"I'm walking barefoot in the goddamn park," she grinned back, making him blink at her language before she began to hum, "Of course, I'm not lousy, stinkin' drunk, and it's not two degrees."

"What?" he asked curiously, making her chuckle and grin over at him.

"Nothing, Muggle play," she said before looking up at the sky and smiling, "I've always wanted to do this."

"What, walk barefoot in the goddamn park?" he questioned with a grin.

"Yeah," she sighed, "At night, without anyone else around. It's…nice. It was on my bucket list."

"A what?" he asked curiously, making her grin wider.

"Things you want to do before you kick the bucket," she smiled, "I've just crossed it off."

"Well, then I'm very glad to have been here," he smiled back, trying desperately to ignore how hard his heart pounded. Maybe, possibly, there was a slight chance that George was right.

But only a slight one.

I know it isn't much for such a long delay, but I figured I needed to give something.

Just remember, Darlings, suggestions are always welcome, so long as they have something to do with feet.