This is the third chapter to this story, and I'm thinking that maybe a few flames would encourage me to do something with it. Should I make it ridiculous, or fluffy * cough * No* cough * ? Anyway, this is as I said the third chapter, and it's not too good. Crap! Goddamned disclaimer. Disclaimer: I own plot and monster. Nothin else. Please flame if you feel like it!



It had been two days since the day of nothing, and Hermione arrived as expected. They went to London to pick her up from the train station early in the morning. "Harry! Ron!" She ran up to the two from the train and caught them in a choking hug. "Did you miss me?" " More than you could imagine," Harry whispered into her ear. She heard him, but took no notice, and continued to chok - err, hug. They had a little talk, then took the tube to Heathrow. They caught a cab and went to . wherever Ron lives. They unpacked her things, and she stayed with Ginny in her room.

It was still fairly early, so they decided to have brunch. They all whipped up some food, and ate. Both Harry and Ron noticed that Hermione had filled out a bit. Quite a bit. She was taller, and was more shapely. Her hips were wider than before, her legs long, and her chest was er, protruding farther than before. Her hair was cut shorter, about shoulder length, and still bouncy and curly, still that cinnamon brown that people insist on sticking in their stories. She was altogether gorgeous. Except to Ron. To Ron, she was just an indication that they weren't little kids anymore, and that they only had a while longer together.

Hermione stared at Ron while he wasn't looking. God, he looks good. His shoulders had broadened, and his hair was curly, and was a little longer than usual, about long enough to curl about his face. His skin was a bronzy tone and his arms muscular. She couldn't help but gaze stupidly. She had always been a sucker for redheads.



They finished their brunch, and went and sat out on the swings in the backyard under the shade of an oak tree. They started to talk, about life, love, and seahorses ( "God, Ron, leave it alone! The males carry the babies!"), all thinking that they only had a year left before they wouldn't see each other often enough to know that the other had a bit of dirt on their nose. " Do you think we'll stay in touch after Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. "I hope so," said Harry, "Why?" "I dunno." "Hmmm. you usually don't ask questions for no reason," Ron said. "It's just that I live in the Muggle world. I don't live in Hogsmeade where I can use my magic for everything, I live in London. I live with Muggles, around Muggles twenty-four seven. They wouldn't understand even if I were allowed to show them, and it's frustrating. While I'm at Hogwarts I can do what I please, within boundaries, and when I need help, I always have others there to assist. When I'm at home, I can't do anything. Harry's okay, because his family hates him, realistically, and Ron, you come from a wizarding family. You guys got it easy," she huffed, almost in a pout. "Well, you can always come here you know," Ron said," The train doesn't take that long." Hermione laughed, and lay back on the grass. "What? What's so funny about my logic and genius thought?" Ron said with a grin. She turned her head to look up at him on the swing with a smirk. "What kind of wizard takes the train when they can just apparate?"



They had done nothing but sit around for the past few days, with the occasional visit from Fred and George, or Ginny. Fred and George had graduated the year before, and, as is their style, left with flair. They had rigged every bathroom in the school with fireworks and crackers and all sorts of exploding things. Only they had strengthened them. When the graduating year students were at the end of their ceremony, and all the students threw their hats into the air, they set off every explosive in the school. The whole school shook, and soon every student was wading through half a foot of water. They thought it was a riot, but it was obvious that half the teachers thought they should be locked up for years. Only Hagrid and Dumbledore had thought it amusing. Since their graduation, they had become suppliers for Zonkos and had earned a great sum of money. They still lived in the Weasley house, but were hardly ever there.

Ginny had certainly come out of her shell since her third year. She had become as popular as anyone can be without it going to their heads, and had many friends. She no longer stuttered like a fool when she was talking to Harry. In fact, she had become an extremely smooth talker, and Harry found himself mesmerized by her often. She didn't have a boyfriend, but Harry knew that half of the school's male populace had their eyes on her. It was disturbing; some of the lesser-known teachers had been eyeing her as well.

But no matter what the differences were, they all got along well together, so they spent much of their time sitting around and talking. Often their discussions were carefree and happy, but sometimes the were about things normally no one, unless exposed to extreme danger and such things no one should be exposed to, would talk about. They were all concerned about Voldemort, especially George for some reason. But all the same, they enjoyed themselves. Ron and Hermione seemed to have gotten along better now that she had found out that he was gay. They talked about all sorts of things they never would have talked about if the circumstances were different. Harry often felt like the odd man out because Hermione and Ron would talk about who they thought were attractive, and Harry wasn't too interested in this. But he listened in nonetheless. You never know, you might just learn something.



Hermione had been at the Weasley house for a week and had already had a wonderful time. She had a great girlfriend (Ginny), and her friends could finally relate to her. Ron was gay and thought many of the same things she did, and Harry was just a nice, no longer pompous guy. Voldemort hadn't appeared for two years, despite his return to reality in their fourth year, so Harry's ego had deflated to the right level when people were no longer fussing and fawning over him. She was becoming more and more concerned about Voldemort coming returning and Harry not being prepared. But nonetheless, she put on a fake look of relaxation. He had improved in looks too; his hair was long and curved around his face. He had gotten it cut before he had gone to the Weasley's and it had already grown about an inch. He was muscular and tall, and he looked like the classic strong but silent kind of person. Except for the silent part. He had yapped on and on, talking about Quidditch and nonsense like it since she had arrived. She could see why he had said what he did at the train station though. Ron talked incessantly about this Martha Stewart person on television. Why did she have her hair like that? Wouldn't it be better if she used confectioner's sugar than if she used regular sugar? Oh well, she thought, at least they're sane. mostly.



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