Hello everyone kind enough to be reading this fic. This is just a bit of a fluffy chapter really. I just got a bit caught up in how much I love the Weasley family. Bless them. Anyway, thanks again for the reviews, but please, please keep reviewing. Thankyou so much. Anyway, in this first paragraph I'd like you all to sing the F.R.I.E.N.D.S theme tune in your head, or out - loud, should you so desire. You will find a small extract of the lyrics within it.
Chapter Eight
Mrs Weasley was sitting waiting for the two of them expectantly. As they walked hand in hand back to her she looked as if they were making her day, week, month and quite possibly year. I could go on, but I would say it's likely you've grasped the fact that Molly Weasley was fairly ecstatic.

Ron grinned at Hermione and gave her hand a squeeze, to share his amusement with her. Molly simply sighed, taking it to be an affectionate gesture between the two.

"Mum," Ron began. "Mum, Mum, Mum!!" finding her to be quite unresponsive, as she simply gazed adoringly at the "Couple," he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Oh, sorry Ron dear," she exclaimed, coming out of her trance.

"Do you want to head back to the Burrow now, then?" Ron asked. "Hermione and I need to pack some stuff and you may as well get a head start on us."

Molly smiled knowingly at the two, "Oh of course darling, " she chortled, "Three being a crowd and all that. I'll leave you two love birds to it."

She stood up, and just before apparating said, "But hurry, you two. Everyone's just dying to see you!"

Ron and Hermione let out simultaneous sighs of relief. Ron let go of Hermione's hand, and Hermione noted that she it really hadn't felt strange his holding it. Which, she supposed, was strange in itself.

"Right," began Ron in his "I am a man with a plan" voice. "We need to come up with you know... History."

Hermione looked at him, fighting an amused smile, "History, Ron?"

"Yeah, you know, how we got together, what made us realise abut our.our..our.."

"Our what, Ron?" Hermione was having fun with how uncomfortable this was making him.

"Our, feelings." Ron finally managed to spit it out.

Hermione smiled at him. "Right, so what were you thinking?"

Ron looked at her, "Hermione. This is me, Ron. Do you seriously think I thought that far?"

Hermione nodded, "True."

"So the question is, what were you thinking?"

Hermione folded her arms. "What makes you think I've given this any thought?"

"Hermione," he said in an amused tone. "I know how you're mind works. I mean this is like extra homework for you. You've probably made notes!!!"

Hermione bristled inwardly. The damn boy knew her too well. Anyway, she'd only made mental notes. Brief mental notes. Very brief men.

"So!" Ron looked at her expectantly. "How did our passionate..."

"Who said anything about passionate?" cut in Hermione.

"Please Mione, I'd thought that far ahead. Trust me. We're hot."

Hermione laughed. "Well. I think that probably you realised your feelings when.."

"If you even mention Viktor Krum in this..."

"Ron!!" Hermione shouted. "Will you let me finish?"

Ron looked sheepish.

"Right. So, I don't know, some guy was chatting me up."

"See, you were thinking about Krum."

He was right, conceded Hermione, In the story she'd invented Krum had been the "some guy."

"I was not thinking about bloody Viktor Krum !!! Will you let it go! Honestly Ron."

"Sorry." Growled Ron, "I just don't want him involved in our relationship."

"We don't have a relationship!!!" Hermione laughed, "And we wont even have a feasible pretend one if you don't shut the hell up!!!"

Ron decided the best thing to do would be to let her talk. If he didn't there would be a chance this would get ugly.

"Do continue," Ron settled back down.

"So this guy is chatting me up and you get a bit jealous. Then I thought that maybe I'd see you with some girl..."

Visions of Ron's previous girlfriends flitted into Hermione's mind. Every last thin, disgustingly attractive and bitchy one of them. She scowled.

". And I'd get jealous and then we just decided we liked each other more than we liked them."

Ron looked at her, uncomfortably. This was all sounding a little too close to the way he felt about Viktor. He swallowed.

"As believable as that sounds, it's a bit boring."

Ron raised a suggestive eyebrow at her.

"I say we spice it up a little. How about I run over to the Viktor," he spluttered, "I mean, the guy, punch his lights out, yell, "she's mine you bastard!!!" Grab you, like this," Ron swung Hermione down, "and" he let out a cheeky grin, "snog you senseless!!!!"

Hermione looked at him from her position of about three feet from the floor. Neither said anything. Ron found himself unable to move away from her.

Suddenly.....

Molly Weasley appeared in front of them. "Oh!!!!" she shrieked, surprised, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you!"

In shock, Ron dropped Hermione on to the floor. ("Ooooof!!! she exclaimed.)

"Ron!!" Molly scolded, "Don't be so silly. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, I know you're together now."

Ron laughed nervously. "Course" he said, helping Hermione up.

"I was only wondering what you'd like to eat this evening." Molly smiled, "But you know what, I think I'll just surprise you." With that she was gone.

Ron groaned. "You know what?" he said to Hermione, "I think I've had enough surprises for one day!!!"

Hermione linked her fingers through his. "At least she's definitely not going to suspect we're pretending now!!"

"Well that's true!" laughed Ron. "Shall we go?"
As they arrived at the Burrow, they smelt the familiar smell of Molly's kitchen and the hubbub of conversation.

"You ready?" Hermione asked Ron.

"As I'll ever be!!"

Together, they stepped into the Kitchen. Molly Weasley was cooking and her husband Arthur was chatting to her, occasionally tasting whatever was in the numerous saucepans. Percy was smiling at his wife Penelope and their two young sons, who were chasing around the kitchen. Ginny was attempting to peel some potatoes while her husband Harry stood behind her, his arms around her waist, kissing her on the cheek in a vain attempt to distract her. Fred and George's wives Angelina and Alicia were chatting, children on their hips. The terrible twins themselves could not be seen, but ominous sounding bangs were coming from upstairs, which could only really mean one thing.

Ron put his arm around Hermione's waist. "I miss this," he whispered in his ear. And he did. When he was away he missed his lively, warm family who laughed and talked and generated so much noise. It was hard to be a part of it and not feel the same, to wish that instead of having to live the more mundane part of life that they could all simply be together. Like this.

"Me too." Agreed Hermione. Indeed the Weasley's felt almost like her family now, having been involved in every main event in their lives for as long as she's been friends with Ron. Which was a long time.

As Harry turned round he caught sight of Ron and Hermione, sharing a smile.

"Ron!!! Hermione!!" He yelled, "You're here!!!"

At these words the whole family let out a cheer, and the two found themselves swept into greetings with everyone, as kisses were planted on their cheeks and they were pulled into affectionate hugs.

As everyone settled down, Ron sat down at the table. As there were no more available seats, he pulled Hermione onto his knee. Hermione was surprised for a moment, and then remembered the charade. She would have to try and get used to this. She suspected it wouldn't be hard.

"So Ron, Hermione," Molly turned to them, "I've put the two of you in Ron's room."

She felt Ron tense below her. "That ok?" He whispered in her ear.

"Come on, Ron." She replied. It's not like I haven't slept in the same room as you before!"

Ron pulled her closer to him. "I know, but they all think we..."

Hermione laughed. "Well we're not. So it's fine. Right?"

"Right." Ron smiled to himself. If Hermione was able to be so cool and collected about the whole thing, so could he.