"You two can't keep off each other, can you?" They thought they'd seemed casual. Fred and George were laughing in the corner, and everyone else was smiling, but not staring like they had been before.

"I never realized how much time your family spends together." Hermione muttered to Ron. "It's inconvenient."

"It's annoying." Corrected Ron, as Molly scolded the twins.

"Leave your brother alone, need I remind you that only half of you has had a girlfriend?" Ron smirked appreciatively.

"Hey, we're just saying," Said Fred.

"They'd better be careful…" Continued George.

"Or they're going to end up like those two." He nodded toward his oldest brother, and his bride, who were cuddling disgustingly in the corner. Hermione thought this accusation was absurd; she and Ron never acted like that. Unless of course they were alone, in which case they didn't really worry about what they looked like. But then she realized that most of the times Fred and George had seen them together was when they were supposed to be alone.

"Well maybe if you'd get a bit of snogging done yourself…" muttered Ron, remembering how he'd taken these words to heart when Ginny had said them.

"Who's to say we haven't?"

"A lot of pretty girls come by the shop…"

"You noticed they usually travel in pairs?"

"All right, that's enough." Said Molly, casting a disgusted look at the twins. "Where are Ginny and Harry?" She asked Ron.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"They said they had to look for something in the bedroom." Said Hermione. Fred and George began to roar with laughter in the corner but she ignored them. Whatever it was, it would probably only be funny to them.

"Oh." Said Mrs. Weasley looking awkward. "Then… I suppose they'll be a while."

"Must be hidden well." Said Ron. "They've been up there the whole time we were… talking."

"I think it's been established we know what you were doing." Arthur pointed out.

"Right." Said Ron, turning crimson again. "What did they say they were looking for?" He asked Hermione.

"Umm…" She said, thinking. She really couldn't remember much that happened before she and Ron had started kissing. "Uh… that… that Quidditch book you've all been reading…"

"Catching The Snitch?" Asked Ron, looking around the room. "I thought I saw it out…"

"That's right here." Said Tonks from the couch, who picked up a book from the table beside her. Hermione stood to go take a look. She took the book from Tonks. It was a thick book, with a green cover and a tiny sparkling Golden Snitch zooming all over the cover.

"This is it." She said. "I'll take it up to them." Mrs. Weasley looked alarmed.

"Oh, no dear, why don't I just bring it up to them?" She started to stand.

"No, that's all right, I'm up." Hermione insisted, and Mrs. Weasley, looking worried, sat back down.

"Well… all right…" Hermione headed up the stairs and walked down the hall until she reached hers and Ginny's bedroom. She turned the knob, but the door didn't open. She knocked.

She heard a lot of rushed moving on the other side of the door, and after a moment, it pulled open.

"Sorry!" Said Ginny, whose hair was messed up, and clothes were wrinkled. Hermione imagined she must have crawled under the bed to find the book. Harry was over digging through a closet. "We had to move some stuff in front of the door to look for our book." Hermione scrunched her eyebrows for a minute. She'd been sure she'd heard the door unlock…

"It's all right." She said, shrugging it off as her imagination playing tricks on her. "I came up to let you know, we found your book." She handed over Catching The Snitch. Ginny looked down at the book, wearing an expression like she was angry at it. Then she looked up at Hermione and smiled.

"Thank you." She said. "Um… I guess… I guess we should stop looking now. Harry!" Harry stopped digging through the closet to look at them. "Hermione found our book." Said Ginny. "We should go back downstairs now." Harry looked disappointed for a second, and then smiled.

"Good… thanks, Hermione."

Normally, Hermione would have immediately figured out what was going on. She was smart, and she knew how people acted, and she was especially keen on this particular subject when it applied to people she knew well. But lately, for a change, she'd drawn all her attention to herself and Ron, and with the not-quite-yet-grasped concept of being with Ron as a reality rather than a far-off dream; she failed to pick up on it.