I am currently having a writers block; I've written 'till chapter 14 and then… nothing. Not a single brilliant idea…

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And here to you all: enjoy this chapter. Personally I think I'm loosing the touch for fanfic stories… what do you think? Because in my opinion, this chapter just sucks. But then again, is the glue that sticks the story together. I'm guessing the next 6-10 chapters will be about Ron and Hermione… mainly.

Enjoy.

Chapter 11: The burrow- the place where the magic started

The fireplace at Florence's was burning hard. He was late. Hermione should have thought about that; he was always late.

-Thinking about the one who got away?- George asked, apparating mysteriously from behind her. His former wife- current girlfriend- apparated herself only seconds later.

-Yeap, but not in that way, though, George- Hermione answered. Florence grinned slightly.

"In which way is that? We weren't implying anything"- The curly haired girl thought.

-Did he call or anything?- Florence asked. Hermione shocked her head "no". George wasn't actually capable of following that "muggle" part of the conversation as he wasn't used to non magical ways of communicating.

-Are you excited, Flor?- Hermione asked, with an evil smile on her face.

-Why should I? Yes, I know Ginny's getting married, but…- She started to say, but quickly enough the man standing beside her, interrupted.

-She meant if you are excited about seeing Snape again- He said bitterly.

-Why should I?- She repeated.

-Well…- George was about to tell her one thing or two about his old Potion's master and the creepy relationship they had once shared, but pressing his lips hardly, he decided not to speak a word about it-… nothing, darling. I'm sure you aren't as excited as I am to see him again. I am quite looking forwards to that, actually- He confessed.

-Oh, Ronnie!- Florence shouted at once, making Hermione jumped on her sit- How nice to see you again!

-Yes, brother, the same here. My eye hurts but still… good to see you- George joked.

-As long as you behave like a gent and not like a jerk, I promise I wont touch you- Ron threatened with a smile; then turning his head to a side he caught a glimpse of his true love; of the one woman that owe his heart entirely; Hermione Granger- Hi, Hermione- He greeted.

Hermione nodded in agreement; then added:

-Hi, Ron, can you tell me please, what time it is?- She asked.

-Its 10:45 pm- He answered in a funny tone.

-Oh, it is? Refresh my memory, then, at what time were we suppose to arrive at the Burrow?- She asked sarcastically.

-Why cant we apparate, anyway?- Ron asked himself completely ignoring her question.

-Because it'll be rude and impolite for the rest of the guests which travelled by Floo Powder because of their smaller children- She explained in a very matter-of-factly tone of voice.

-But, there aren't many people staying right now. The wedding is next week, after all!- Ron shouted.

They were making a scene; just like in their very first ball. George and Florence were goggling at them, in disbelieve. Were they 5 year olds?

Hermione ignored Ron last remark completely and decided to stop arguing when realizing how childish their whole conversation had been.

-Everyone ready?- She asked. Everyone nodded.

Florence and George were the first one's to go, leaving Hermione and Ron behind.

-After you, my lady- He said politely, though Hermione knew he was being as fake as Lilac's breasts. She smiled; though acidly this time and stepped onto the fireplace herself.

After a couple of seconds of flying through the greenish fire, the four of them had arrived to the burrow- the place were everything had started- to celebrate Harry and Ginny's wedding.