"Harry? Ron? Breakfast," Ginny called. Hermione was scrambling some eggs. They had been together on a deserted island for two weeks. Their honeymoon was going great. They would separate and do there own things during the day, and at night they would be together. The short one month trip was rounding down quickly.

Harry walked out. He had dark marks under his eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well.

"I had another dream last night, Cedric," he said in a hoarse voice. He had been having reoccurring dreams of Cedric, the Chamber of Secrets, and all his past memories of Voldemort. Hermione shook her head over the egg pan.

"No," she said. "No, no, no. Not possible, Harry. We destroyed all the horcruxes. He cannot rise again." She wasn't yelling. Well, she was. Just then, Ron came trotting out. He was wearing a bathrobe.

"Hey Hermione… wanna go swimming?" he asked, winking. Hermione had the biggest look of disgust on her face.

"Ronald, Harry's having those dreams again," she said. Ron quickly tied his robe tighter and sat down.

"Oh," he said. When the girls looked away he explained to Harry,

"Come on mate, you're ruining me. I want to see a little more of Hermione, if you know what I mean."

Ginny wasn't sure… but she was pretty positive she saw Hermione blush over the egg pan.

"Now boys," Ginny began. "No talking about love lives over breakfast." At this Harry, too, went beat red.

"Ah, bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Gross, I don't want to hear about my sister and some guy. Ewe. Come on, I'm trying to eat. Do you want me to puke? I'll do it… right here on this table." More comments came out all during breakfast.

Finally, Hermione had had enough. When she was done eating she said,

"Ronald…"

"What?!" he snapped.

"Meet you in the water…" with that, she was gone into the bedroom. Ron threw a stupid grin towards Harry, and then he shoveled down his breakfast and left.

"He's a hypocrite!" Ginny complained later. "Saying I shouldn't be doing things.. And then he goes and… well, you know! Ugh." She and Harry were walking up the beach. Hand in hand, as they always were.

"Ginny. I know, but he is your brother. He is supposed to do that kind of stuff," Harry was being gentle to her.

"I'm starving. Let's go eat some food!"

"But Ginny, we ate like, two hours ago. How could you be hungry? I don't know if you're eating enough."

"I don't know, maybe it's this angry I'm feeling right now. God, I HATE Ron." They were now walking back to the hut. Out in the water they saw Hermione and Ron. They were not wearing swimwear. That's all I'm going to say. One glance at this and Ginny was off,

"God, what an arrogant. What an. I. Ugh."

Harry took out some pans and cooked a late brunch. They were sitting on the couch, sharing some grapes. Ron and Hermione came in laughing their heads off.

"Ginny, guess what Ron just did," Hermione goggled. She was dripping wet wrapped in sand and one of Ron's shirts.

"What?" Ginny snapped. She was really upset. Harry could see it in the eyes. In her perfect, royal blue eyes. "Harry. Nock it off. What are you staring at?"

"Uh, nothing. I'll just be going," he exited the room, with his head low.

For at least the next hour Harry heard nothing but screaming, and the occasion glass breaking. Sometime during that fight, Hermione joined him, fully clothed, in the kitchen. They began to make dinner. Finally, all the yelling was over. Ginny came marching out and went to the bedroom.

"She's upset," Ron said. "I swear, I've never heard such fowl things come out of her mouth! Come along Hermione, we're going home."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Home, where you we live. You know."

"Of course I know. Why are you acting like I'm dumb!" She slammed the dish she was washing against the floor. Then she stormed outside. The boys heard a pop and she was gone.

"I'm going to clean up all the glass shards, you can help yourself," Harry said as he walked into the living room.

In there, at the very least was eight vases broken, six picture frames, a wedding present of two, and a crystal shandelar. Harry quickly said,

"Repairo." And returned to the kitchen. Ron had fixed Hermione's broken plate. Ginny was standing in the doorway scowling at him. She had both of their trunks packed.

"Come along Harry. We've got to get home and feed our fish," Ginny said, avoiding Ron's gaze.

"Ginny, we don't have a fish…" Harry tried to begin, but he was cut off.

"Oh yes, and we have to go fish shopping. Good day, brother. Harry, say your goodbyes'. I'll be outside." With that, she was gone.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Harry was yelling. "She was fine two hours ago. She didn't seem mad at Hermione, so obviously, it was her insensitive brother!"

"What? You're blaming me for all this? Hermione's the one who asked her the blimey question! It wasn't me!" Ron was shouting too. Then his pleads turned caring. "Harry, I've got nowhere to go. Hermione won't let me sleep at home. Ginny won't let me stay at your place, where do I go?"

"You should've thought about that… before you yelled at my wife!" Harry was out the door. Ginny and him grabbed hands, and poof, they were gone.

"Oi," Ron said. Then he sat down and ate some dinner, considering where he would go.