Epilogue:
The morning came quickly, too quickly. Bleak and bleary eyed, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny joined the rest of the family downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast, having removed the spells and cleaned up the messes they had made. Harry couldn't be sure but before Ron left with George, he leaned down and whispered something into Hermione's ear, causing her in turn to flush about the same shade as his hair. He smiled and called goodbye to everyone before walking out to join George. They apparated quickly, heading for the joke shop. Hermione, still flushed scarlet, turned and meeting Harry's gaze she blushed somehow even darker, and mumbling something about being late for a meeting with Shacklebolt, scurried quickly from the room.
Harry himself scarfed down his breakfast, being late for training, and was headed for the door when he was cut off by Ginny. Grabbing him she yanked him into a passionate embrace, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth, and he himself returned the gesture in earnest. Walking in on this affair, Mrs. Weasley too grew flushed and scurried from the room. Before he turned to go, she stooped to his ear and asked, "Same time tonight?" He pulled her close and gave her ass a smack as he replied, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Smiling deviously, he turned and walked out of the Burrow, and into the warm, breezy morning.