DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns most of the characters and places in this story. Anything new to you is my idea but Ms. Rowling inspires all of these ideas.
Old Soul: Hope you like this. I'm a Hermione-Ron Fan, too….
Chapter 2: The Visitor
"Harry's here!" Hermione stood up from the orange faux leather sofa in the pad he and Ron will share as he appeared. "Let's get to work and make this room a home!"
Ron helped Harry carry his stuff to his room in the pad. Up until now, he can't believe that he has just finished his seven years of Hogwarts and is now about to start really living in the wizarding world.
"Are you coming, Harry?" Ron asked. Ron has changed much, physically, since he first met him in King Cross station eight years ago. He's grown to six feet two inches tall but he's still same old Ron to him. Funny and all. "Looks like you're petrified. Still can't believe you defeated You-Know-Who?"
"Let's not be so sure, Ron. You know that Voldemort has his way of coming back. I didn't exactly kill him, you know." Harry said. "I just can't believe that, at last, I'm out of the Dursleys and here in our little place. I miss the dormitories though. And the other guys. He was talking about the other three guys in their room, Neville, Seamus and Dean.
"Oh, you won't miss them that much. Neville moved in next door." Hermione popped in the room from the kitchen with three bottles of butterbeer.
"He did?" Harry asked "I thought he and Lavender got married?"
"Yes. He and Lavender is just next door." Ron put his empty butterbeer bottle on the coffee table.
"And the two of you?" Harry asked.
Ron's ears turned pink.
"What about us?" Hermione asked. "Nobody asked me anything yet." She gave Ron a torturing glance.
Harry almost knocked Ron down when he hit his head hard. "I thought you were gonna ask her!"
"I'm pretending I'm not hearing this." Hermione stood up and brought the bottles of butterbeer into the kitchen.
"I was planning to. You know that." Ron answered. "But I don't think it's right especially now that I haven't started work yet! How am I to raise a family?"
"But she loves you despite that, for Pete's sake c'mon just ask her." Harry encouraged him.
They heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it!" Hermione shouted from the kitchen.
"I will. Will you be patient now?" Ron said.
"Look who's here!" They heard Hermione shout from the foyer. Harry and Ron got up from the sofa to welcome whoever that was.
"Ginny!" Ron hugged his sister tightly. "So glad you could come. We really need a hand in getting things in order!"
"Mum sent her." Percy appeared from door. "She won't be going back to Hogwarts till September first. And she has some good news."
"I'm Head Girl!" She exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh!" Hermione couldn't believe her ears. She dashed to hug Ginny the same time Ron did that they bumped into each other's forehead.
"Sorry." Ron mumbled.
"This calls for a celebration." Harry butted in. "How about a some sundae in Diagon Alley?"
"Can't" Percy said and headed for the fireplace. "Gotta head home. Penny might give birth anytime now. Just dropped Ginny here after her shopping from Diagon." He reached for the Floo powder on top of the fireplace. "Can I have some of these?"
But before any of them can answer, Percy got in the fireplace and shouted, "Hogsmeade!" And he vanished.
"Hermione, can I stay at your place while I'm here?" Ginny asked when the two boys started moving Harry's stuff in his bedroom.
"Sure. No problem." Hermione answered as the two of them hurried to the kitchen to prepare snacks for the boys.
"Hermione…" Ginny started. "Have Ron –"
"No." Hermione cut her sentence. "He hasn't asked me anything."
Ginny just shrugged. "Ron loves you, you know."
"I love him." Hermione answered as she was putting a spell on the bread knife to make ham and cheese sandwiches.
"Good for Ron." Ginny looked outside the window. Still hoping against hope that Harry would notice her.
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Hermione looked at Ginny intently. She knows that Ginny has a thing for Harry since she came to Hogwarts. She can't forget the way Ginny acted around Harry then. Now, though, Ginny is able to conceal her feelings for Harry.
They heard laughing from Harry's room and a soft thud. The girls looked at each other knowingly. She sometimes cannot understand how Harry could be so thick of Ginny's feelings for him. And as for Ron… The two really are best friends.
A few minutes later, Hermione and Ginny called the boys for a quick snack.
"Let's eat out tonight. My treat." Harry said as before he gulped down his tumbler of pumpkin juice.
"Why?" Ron asked between huge bites of the sandwich.
"Chew with your mouth closed, Ron." Hermione said. She still can't believe how she could fall in love with such slob.
"Ginny's Head Girl." Harry said. "We should celebrate."
"Oh, no, there's no need for that, Harry." Ginny turned red.
Hermione glanced at Ginny and smiled when their eyes met.
"Oh, but there is." Harry reached out for Ginny's hand and squeezed it. Hermione watched, as Ginny turned redder and couldn't help but notice a slight pinkish color in Harry's cheeks as he quickly withdrew his hand. He stammered. "I mean you're…"
"Yes?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Ginny's like… a… a little sister." Harry nodded as if very satisfied with his alibi. "She's Ron's sister. And Ron's my best friend." He explained. Ron just nodded.
Ginny's eyes fell on her lap, as if something interesting is happening to her fingernails. Hermione touched her shoulder in pity.
"Better get back to work." Harry stood up and grabbed his wand. "Let's go, Ron."
The two boys walked back to Harry's room. They heard Harry say, "Accio, trunk!" And another loud thud.
"Little sister…" Ginny's eyes started to shine with tears. Hermione moved beside her to hug her.
"Shh… Ginny, everything will turn out fine." She said, though not very sure of herself.
***I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this. This is my first fanfic. Your reviews are very much appreciated***