~**-Back at the Burrow-**~
When Hermione knocked at the door, Mrs. Weasley answered the door with a huge, friendly smile.
"Why hullo Hermione dear, I'm so pleased to see you again." Hermione grinned, she was 'home' again.
" Hi Mrs.Weasley, how have you been?"
Mrs. Weasley moved back and opened the door more, letting Hermione in.
"I've been just-" she was suddenly distracted by a foul burning smell.
"Oh my! my roast !" she ran to the kitchen where Hermione heard a rustle of pans and burning meat.
The smell rose strongly in the air as thick gray smoke came pouring from the kitchen.
Hermiones face filled with amusement and concern.
"Mrs.Weasley? do you need any help in there?" she asked, wondering if she even wanted to go in there, the smell was getting horribly strong.
"Oh, no, no thanks dear, I've got everything under control! you go and find Ron and get settled."
Hermione stood there for a moment, wondering if she should go in there, just to make sure, but, just then she heard pounding coming from the stairs. The next minute Ron came down, his face full of disgust, he had evidently smelled his mums roast very roasted beef.
"Mum? what in the bloody-" he stopped shortly and saw Hermione standing there.
His expression instantly changed from a look of disgust to a look of pure happiness.
" Hey 'Mione!, I didn't know you came yet, how are you?"
Hermione smiled at this sudden change of attitude, "Im great Ron, thanks for asking, how have you been?"she asked in return, Ron shrugged his shoulders and said," I've been okay. . . , hey, I heard you've been made a prefect, congratulations!"
Hermione grinned.
she had gotten the news earlier this summer from Professor Dumbledore, a thick letter of parchment explaining her duties for this year, it was quite an honor.
"Thanks, I can't believe I'm a prefect! I never imagined becoming one!"
Ron grinned and said sheepishly, " I knew it all along 'Mione, you'd become one as soon as you'd be allowed."
The tip of Rons ears tinged with pink as he said that.
Hermione grinned widely.
Its not like Ron to give her complements like that.
She expected him to say something like, ' yeah, well just do me a favor and not turn into another Percy will you?'
" Thanks Ron." there was a long, ackward pause, all of a sudden Rons thoughts turned back to the nasty smell coming from the kitchen.
" What on earth happened? It smells worse then dungbombs!" Hermione laughed.
Leave it to Ron to know all about dungbombs.
Mrs.Weasley came from the kitchen just then, looking distinctly distraught. " I burnt our *whole* supper!"
Ron sniggered from behind his hand, the look on Mrs.Weasleys face was priceless, she looked as though the world had ended just because she had burnt her roast beef.
Hermione smiled slightly, " It's all right Mrs.Weasley, it was bound to happen sometime, would you like me to help you make something else?" Hermione offered helpfully.
Ron smiled, Hermione was always helpful, she always had a solution to everything, or at least thats what it seemed like to Ron.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at the offer, "Thank you dear, I'll just muster something up real quick, you go and enjoy your time with Ron, by the way Ron, when do you suppose Harry will be getting here?"
Ron shrugged. It didn't seem like he cared to much wether Harry was coming or not.
*How could that be so?* Hermione thought, *Harry is his best friend, he and him are inseparable*
Hermione didn't think much of that because as soon as Mrs.Weasley turned back to cook, he grabbed her hand and yanked her into the living room.
"Woah Ron, be careful!" she said as they almost knocked into one of the end tables, Ron grinned, " Oop's, sorry, I just *have* to get away from that smell, wanna go for a walk?"
The tip of his ears glowed with pink once again.
Hermione laughed, Rons ears tend to tinge up with pink often, when hes embarrassed or nervous.
" Sure Ron, lets go," Ron and Hermione walked off outside for what seemed like hours, talking about there summer, Hermione was grateful he didn't ask about Bulgaria or Viktor Krum, the whole time they were talking, neither of them noticed that they were still holding hands.
When Hermione knocked at the door, Mrs. Weasley answered the door with a huge, friendly smile.
"Why hullo Hermione dear, I'm so pleased to see you again." Hermione grinned, she was 'home' again.
" Hi Mrs.Weasley, how have you been?"
Mrs. Weasley moved back and opened the door more, letting Hermione in.
"I've been just-" she was suddenly distracted by a foul burning smell.
"Oh my! my roast !" she ran to the kitchen where Hermione heard a rustle of pans and burning meat.
The smell rose strongly in the air as thick gray smoke came pouring from the kitchen.
Hermiones face filled with amusement and concern.
"Mrs.Weasley? do you need any help in there?" she asked, wondering if she even wanted to go in there, the smell was getting horribly strong.
"Oh, no, no thanks dear, I've got everything under control! you go and find Ron and get settled."
Hermione stood there for a moment, wondering if she should go in there, just to make sure, but, just then she heard pounding coming from the stairs. The next minute Ron came down, his face full of disgust, he had evidently smelled his mums roast very roasted beef.
"Mum? what in the bloody-" he stopped shortly and saw Hermione standing there.
His expression instantly changed from a look of disgust to a look of pure happiness.
" Hey 'Mione!, I didn't know you came yet, how are you?"
Hermione smiled at this sudden change of attitude, "Im great Ron, thanks for asking, how have you been?"she asked in return, Ron shrugged his shoulders and said," I've been okay. . . , hey, I heard you've been made a prefect, congratulations!"
Hermione grinned.
she had gotten the news earlier this summer from Professor Dumbledore, a thick letter of parchment explaining her duties for this year, it was quite an honor.
"Thanks, I can't believe I'm a prefect! I never imagined becoming one!"
Ron grinned and said sheepishly, " I knew it all along 'Mione, you'd become one as soon as you'd be allowed."
The tip of Rons ears tinged with pink as he said that.
Hermione grinned widely.
Its not like Ron to give her complements like that.
She expected him to say something like, ' yeah, well just do me a favor and not turn into another Percy will you?'
" Thanks Ron." there was a long, ackward pause, all of a sudden Rons thoughts turned back to the nasty smell coming from the kitchen.
" What on earth happened? It smells worse then dungbombs!" Hermione laughed.
Leave it to Ron to know all about dungbombs.
Mrs.Weasley came from the kitchen just then, looking distinctly distraught. " I burnt our *whole* supper!"
Ron sniggered from behind his hand, the look on Mrs.Weasleys face was priceless, she looked as though the world had ended just because she had burnt her roast beef.
Hermione smiled slightly, " It's all right Mrs.Weasley, it was bound to happen sometime, would you like me to help you make something else?" Hermione offered helpfully.
Ron smiled, Hermione was always helpful, she always had a solution to everything, or at least thats what it seemed like to Ron.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at the offer, "Thank you dear, I'll just muster something up real quick, you go and enjoy your time with Ron, by the way Ron, when do you suppose Harry will be getting here?"
Ron shrugged. It didn't seem like he cared to much wether Harry was coming or not.
*How could that be so?* Hermione thought, *Harry is his best friend, he and him are inseparable*
Hermione didn't think much of that because as soon as Mrs.Weasley turned back to cook, he grabbed her hand and yanked her into the living room.
"Woah Ron, be careful!" she said as they almost knocked into one of the end tables, Ron grinned, " Oop's, sorry, I just *have* to get away from that smell, wanna go for a walk?"
The tip of his ears glowed with pink once again.
Hermione laughed, Rons ears tend to tinge up with pink often, when hes embarrassed or nervous.
" Sure Ron, lets go," Ron and Hermione walked off outside for what seemed like hours, talking about there summer, Hermione was grateful he didn't ask about Bulgaria or Viktor Krum, the whole time they were talking, neither of them noticed that they were still holding hands.