"Wait!" Hermione cried as Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and was about to Disapparate.

"What?"

"Can't I just drive?" she pleaded. "I don't like Disapparating, or whatever it's called."

"You get used to it," Ron shrugged.

"Please," Hermione begged. "It's a horrible feeling, let me just take my car. Besides, didn't you say that your dad loves Muggle things?" Ron nodded. "Well, maybe he'd like to take a look at my car."

"Hermione, it'll take ages to get there by your bloody Muggle car," Ron complained.

"Deal with it, Ron," she grabbed her car keys from the counter and walked outside. Ron grumbled as he followed her.

By the time they arrived at the Burrow, Hermione was hyperventilating.

"What if they don't like me?" she panicked. "What if they think that I'm all wrong for you? What if they hate Muggles? What if you parents are mad that I'm in love with their youngest son? What if-"

"Whoa, in love?" Ron interrupted her, eyes boring into hers.

Hermione blushed. "Yes, it's something that I decided last night. I'm in love with you, Ron Weasley."

"That's bloody amazing," Ron breathed, "because I decided the same thing last night. I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger."

And before they could stop themselves, they were snogging, snogging like they never had before, clutching each other, as if this were the last time they would ever touch each other.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped, but all he did was moan in return.

"Ron, we can't do this right now!" she tried again. "We're parked right in front of your parent's house!"

Ron's head snapped away from Hermione's, causing him to hit it on the car roof.

"Ow, bloody hell!" he rubbed his head. "Hermione, I hate your car."

Hermione took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go out."

The moment they stepped out of the car, they were attacked. Attacked by a plump little red headed woman holding a frying pan.

"You're here, you're here!" she exclaimed, as Ron reached for Hermione's hand to comfort her.

"Arthur, Ron's here, come and greet your son and his beautiful girlfriend!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, making Hermione blush.

"Ron, give your mother a hug," Mrs. Weasley ordered, and when he did, Hermione was surprised that she received a hug from the woman as well.

"Oh, Hermione, it's so wonderful to meet you," Mrs. Weasley said warmly.

"It's so great to meet you as well, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled. "And it's so great to be here in your wonderful home!"

And wonderful it was. Hermione looked up at the building, and clutched Ron's arm as she realized that it looked like it could fall over any second.

"Magic," he whispered in Hermione's ear, and she nodded, and resumed looking at all of the chickens and pigs around the home.

"We would have cleaned up," Mrs. Weasley indicated the rusty cauldrons lying in the front yard, "but as soon as Ron told us that he was bringing you home, I got right into the kitchen and started cooking up a nice dinner."

"It's fine Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled. "It looks like a place where Ron would grow up in, which is exactly what I wanted to see."

At that moment, Mr. Weasley came walking out of the Burrow. Hermione noticed that he had the same eye and hair color as Ron, and wondered if all of the Weasley had red hair, before remembering that Ron had said that they indeed all had red hair on the first day they met.

"Hello, Ron," Mr. Weasley said warmly, "And hello to you, Herm-HOLY HYPOGRIFFS!"

Hermione chuckled as Mr. Weasley ran to Hermione's car and stared at it in disbelief.

"Is this a real automobilio?" Mr. Weasley asked, not daring to tear his eyes away from the Muggle contraption.

"Automobile," Hermione corrected. "And yes, Mr. Weasley, it is."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Come and give Hermione a proper greeting, and leave that thing alone!"

"It's alright, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled. "Maybe Mr. Weasley would like to go inside of it?"

Mr. Granger looked like he would have a heart attack.

"Can I?" he asked, sounding like a child being offered a treat, and as a response, Hermione used her key to unlock the door.

"Hermione, leave that silly man there and come meet the rest of the family!" Mrs. Weasley said, pulling Ron and Hermione forward.

"We invited everyone," Mrs. Weasley told them on the way inside. "Unfortunately, Charlie couldn't make it, Ron, but Bill and Fleur are here, and so are George and Angelina, and Harry and Ginny are upstairs."

"How about Percy?" Ron asked, sharing a look with Hermione that she knew meant that he hoped that his brother wouldn't be here.

"Oh, he's caught up at the Ministry," Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "but Audrey and Molly are here. Molly is their daughter," she added for Hermione. "Percy named his first child after me, how sweet is he?"

Hermione smiled and was about to agree when they walked into the Burrow. Hermione looked around, and couldn't concentrate on one thing.

Everything was moving, it seemed! The knitting was knitting itself, the dishes were washing themselves, there were books everywhere, and there were quite a few objects that Hermione didn't know what they were.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to an unusual clock.

"Oh, it's just our family clock," Mrs. Weasley said happily. "The first one there is the original, I couldn't bear to change it, but on the second one I've added all of my daughter-in-laws and grandchildren that I have! I always like to keep an eye on the family."

Hermione walked closer and saw that on every hand there was a name written on it. She smiled when she found the one that said "Ron" on it, and noticed that it was pointed to "home," as were the ones with Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, George, Ginny, and even the one that said Fred all were also pointed to "home". Charlie's and Percy's were the only ones pointed towards "work".

Hermione moved her gaze towards the other clock, and saw that they had different categories. It still had "home", but it had "the Burrow" right next to it, indicating that their home wasn't the Burrow. "Hogwarts" had also been added, probably because Mrs. Weasley expected many grandchildren who would all attend the wizarding school.

Hermione took a look at the names on the second clock. She saw "Fleur, Audrey, Angelina, Victorie, Molly, and Harry were all pointing to "the Burrow."

"Who is Victorie?" Hermione asked.

"Fleur and Bill's daughter," he answered, still watching Hermione as she examined the clocks.

She noticed one more arrow that was pointing towards "the Burrow" that made a lump form in her throat.

"I have my own arrow?" she asked weakly.

"I asked mum to add you ever since I got the threat from the Death Eaters," he said, "just so she could keep an eye on you too."

"And by the way Ron talks about you, I'd say that you'll be joining the Weasley family pretty soon," Mrs. Weasley added. Hermione was speechless and was glad for the distraction of another arrow pointing towards "home".

"Who's Teddy?" Hermione asked.

"Do you remember when I told you about Tonks and Lupin?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded solemnly. "Teddy is their son."

"And my godchild," added a voice coming from down the stairs.

Hermione smiled as she saw Ginny and Harry coming down the stairs, hand-in-hand.

"Hermione, so great so see you again," Ginny bounded forward to give Hermione a hug, which she returned.

"Hello again, Hermione," Harry shook Hermione's hand then gave her a small hug. "It's great that you're here, maybe you being here will shut up Ron's constant conversations about you."

"Git," Ron rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"Oh good!" Mrs Weasley said. "Now we can start dinner. Ginny go get your father, he's outside in Hermione's transportation device."