"Hermione dear, why don't you help me set up the table outside?" Mr. Weasley asked from the door.
She nodded and followed him out to the backyard.
The rest of the family stayed in the kitchen, silently contemplating what they had just learned.
Bill was the first to break the silence. "She has made up memories of events outside her own personal life?" he asked.
"It looks like it" Remus confirmed.
"But what does that mean?" Harry asked.
"Do you think-" Sirius started, "Do you think maybe her memories are real?"
Everyone started laughing again. "How could her memories be real? I think we would know if our little brother was dating Luna Lovegood." Bill asked.
"Like real, just from a year and a half in the future?" he defended.
The room was silent again. "That uh, that might make some sense." Remus conceded.
"Well how would we find out?" George asked.
"Ask her who wins the Canons game this weekend, and then we'll wait and see if shes right." Harry said.
Fred rolled his eyes. "Yea because Hermione always pays so much attention to Quidditch." he said drily.
"Well then what do you suggest lover boy?" Sirius asked.
Fred thought for a moment. "Why don't you ask her what product we're developing for this fall?" he asked. "George and I don't discuss it at home, so she can't have heard it there, and if she knows what it is, then Sirius is right."
They all nodded in agreement. "Harry you know her best, you do it, but make it very nonchalant." Remus said. "We don't want her suspecting that something is up."
They all trooped out to help Hermione and Mr. Weasley set up in the garden. While everyone started shifting around trying to help, Harry pulled Hermione away from everyone.
"Harry, is something wrong?" she asked him, her eyes running over him in concern.
He shook his head. "No I'm fine, I actually wanted to ask about you." he said with a small smile. "It's been a long year, and I just wanted to make sure you are alright."
She smiled at him before saying, "I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me".
"Let's talk about happy things" Harry said suddenly.
"Um, okay. Like what?" Hermione asked, startled by his change of conversation.
"Do you remember the prank that Fred and George developed right after the war" Harry said with a forced laugh. "The one they were rushing to get done before everyone went back to Hogwarts? That sure was hilarious huh?"
Hermione looked at him oddly. "Harry, if you're talking about those little birds that flew around declaring lovey sayings to the object of one's affections, I surely hope your joking. Those were a complete nightmare. The one Fred had following me malfunctioned and couldn't be shut off. As the spell lost it's potency, it's voice got more warbled and demonic sounding until I eventually fled to Hogwarts and locked it in a trunk in the room of requirement."
Harry looked at her with wide eyes. He hoped that they weren't actually developing anything like that, it sounded horrifying.
"Harry are you sure you're alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's get back to everyone else." he said, shaking off the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Over Hermione's shoulder he could see everyone staring at them, trying to see if Harry had figured anything out. He shook his head at everyone, and when Hermione looked away mouthed 'later' to the rest of the guests.
As the two made their way back to the rest of the guests quietly, each became caught up in their own thoughts.
Harry wondered if the prank she told him about was real, and if it was, what did that mean? Surely Hermione didn't know the future. 'But how did she know about her parents?' he asked himself.
Hermione thought about how strange everyone had been acting the past week. Fred more than anyone. He spent most of his time keeping her from leaving the flat or frantically reading strange books on memory and head injuries. She hoped he wasn't overreacting to the bludger hit she took, but she couldn't be too sure.
The two rejoined the table just as Mrs. Weasley brought out the food. Everyone sat down and enjoyed the meal, talking and laughing. Well, everyone but Ron.
No one noticed him sitting at the window to his room, glaring at the table in front of them. 'Look how eager they are to forget about me' he thought to himself angrily. It wasn't fair. He had gone on the run with Harry and Hermione. He had listened to her for years. She should be in love with him, not his git of an older brother. "I'll save you Hermione" he said aloud, his fingers outstretched. "I'll save you if it's the last thing I do."
At the table, everyone was finishing up their food. The chatter had grown exponentially as the food had disappeared. Hermione leaned into Fred, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He turned and looked at her, surprised.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"To remind you that I love you" she said.
He leaned down, and captured her lips. The small voice in the back of his mind told him he was wrong for taking advantage of her like this, but the larger voice in the front of his mind, the one that sounded suspiciously like Ginny, told him to stop acting like an ass. He deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to run through her hair. Slowly he ended the kiss, resting his forehead on hers.
"Want to go home?" Fred whispered so only Hermione could hear.
"Yes" she breathed back.
Fred straightened up to see that they had acquired an audience while kissing.
"Right, I'm feeling a bit sick, so I think we'll be heading out now" Fred said to the table as he stood up and held out his hand for Hermione. She stood up and they began making their way to the house to grab their coats.
"You were fine just a minute ago" George called to him. "In fact, I'd say more than fi-OOF" he exhaled as Ginny elbowed him in the stomach.
Hermione smiled and winked at her friend. She and Fred ran through the house, and grabbed their things, stopping to kiss when the front door closed behind them. Fred leaned down and picked her up before turning on his heel and apparating them to the flat.
A/N: I hate obtrusive author notes, but I would just like to say thank you for the lovely reviews and all of the favorites and follows! Whenever I feel like maybe what I'm writing isn't that great, I get an email notification saying that someone else liked my story enough to follow it through it's journey, and that means a lot to me. For those who are getting a little antsy about where the story is going, I promise it's going to pick up soon.