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stuff!
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The Charm Bracelet
Part 4
Beep . Beep . Beep . Beep . SLAM!
Hermione rolled over and hit her Alarm clock, making it shut off. 'Why was it on so early, anyways?' She wondered. She buried her head in her pillow, wishing that she could get back to sleep. A few minutes past, and she was slowly sinking back into the sleep. She had been having the most wonderful dream, though she couldn't remember any of it. All she knew was that she wanted to get back. Darkness swept over her, and she was about to return to the dream, when:
"HERMIONE, HONEY. ARE YOU UP YET?"
She mumbled something that she normally yelled at Ron for saying, then rolled over and looked at her clock: 7:30. 7 bloody 30. WHY WAS SHE UP AT 7:30 in the morning!
"HERMIONE, COM' ON! YOUR GOING TO RON'S IN A FEW HOURS AND YOU NEED TO PACK!"
RON! She had completely forgotten. She bolted upright in her bed, sending pillows to the ground.
"I'M UP, MUM!" She yelled back, jumping out of her bed. She picked up all the pillows that had fell, and quickly made her bed. She was going to be leaving for the rest of the summer to live with her best friends. She was very exited to be leaving. It wasn't that she didn't like spending time with her parents, but she got very lonely. She lived in a very large house on her parent's estate. The only people that were her age that lived around her were all clean-cut and fresh from reform school. They all came from rich families, not unlike her own, and were very snobbish. She had been that way in her first year at Hogwarts, but quickly learned that she wasn't the queen of the universe. Her parent's were told by Dumbledore to inform any muggles that she attended a school in North America.
She walked into the bathroom and picked up her toothbrush. Maybe she could just take all the clothes in her closet, through them into her trunk, and then sleep for the next three hours. Normally Hermione loved mornings, but she did enjoy sleeping in. She grabbed a red see-through bath bag, from under the sink, and started throwing things into it. Hairbrush- check. Toothbrush- check. Extra moisturizing frizz-controlling shampoo and conditioner- double check. 'How did I live without this stuff?' she though, as she put the bottles into the bag. She grabbed various soaps and body- sprays and was almost done. The last thing that she took was a small bottle of perfume. It smelled of something between vanilla and coconuts, very unusual, but it was her favorite. She sprayed a little on her wrists and then rubbed her neck. She had never liked the smell of coconut, before she received this gift from Ron, but now it was one of her favorites.
Not that is mattered that it was from Ron. She would have liked it just the same if it had been from Harry.
'Is that true?' She asked herself, as she put her bathroom stuff at the bottom of her trunk, "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?" She said aloud. 'Well, it's just an unusual gift to give a friend.' "No it isn't!" She said out loud again.
"What isn't, Honey?" Her moms voice made her jump. She turned towards her and blushed.
"Nothing, just talking to myself." She said. "Is that for me?" She asked, pointing at the toast and juice that her mother was holding. Hermione hadn't noticed until now how hungry she was. She took the toast that her mother offered her, and smiled gratefully.
"Thanks,"
"No problem, sweetie. Marcie and Lauren are off this week, so I am exercising my culinary abilities, what do you think?"
"It's a little burnt." Hermione said, critically. Marcie and Lauren both worked for the Grangers; Marcie was the cook, and Lauren the maid. They had both been with the Grangers for as long as Hermione could remember.
"Hey!" Her mom said, giving a mock hurt look. This sent Hermione into a fit of giggles.
"You look like Ron." Hermione said, finishing her orange juice. Her mother gave her a mischievous grin, and sat down on her bed. "What is that look for?" she said, emphasizing the word 'that.'
"Well, you often compare things to Ron. I'm just surprised to never hear you bring Harry up into casual conversation. He was the one who you were 'dating' last year."
"Please don't mention that. Every once and a while a first year will come up to me in the hall, and ask 'Are you Harry Potters Girlfriend?' Gets annoying fast."
"Mmm. Now, I'm not a psychologist, but I am pretty sure that you just avoided my original accusation. Any reason, Miss. Granger."
"NO" She said quickly. Obviously to quickly, seeing her mother gave her a look, which only mothers can give.
"Ok . My oh my don't YOU smell nice today. Is that new perfume?" She said, still giving the look.
'ERG, this is so frustrating. What is it with mothers, can they read your minds?' She asked herself frustrated. Her mother already knew that Ron gave her perfume for Christmas, why did she interrogate her?
"No, It was a gift." She said through gritted teeth, smiling falsely towards her mother.
"Really? From who?"
"Ron . Why?" She asked, still grinning.
"Oh, nothing dear, I was just wondering." She smiled knowingly. 'Why do mum's do that?' she thought. Her mum stood up, raking her fingers through her short, curly hair. She went to open Hermione's closet, and was filing though it. "Hmm, this is nice," She said holding up a horrid Purple dress that Hermione's Grandmother had sent a few Birthdays ago.
"MUM! That is . it's . FLUFFY!" She said, appalled.
"Fine, fine. Do you mind if I give it to charity then?" She asked.
"No, go ahead," Hermione, said. For a second she thought that she could give it to the elves; but with closer inspection, she didn't think that even THEY would wear it. She stood up, and also went through her closet.
"Oh, I like this." Her mum said, holding up a black dress. It was sleeveless, but full backed with a modest V-neck front. It fell to her knees, but had slits up both sides. It had a silver belt around the waist, with little circles connected together.
"Yea, that's nice," She said eyeing the dress. "But it isn't me . actually, lots of this stuff isn't me in here," She said, indicating her closet.
"Oh, since when did you get your own style?" Her mum asked, amused.
"Well, I don't really. This is a beautiful dress, but it doesn't match my personality. This on the other hand does." She said, grabbing a floor length denim skirt. "When did I get this?" She asked.
"Well, I saw it downtown last spring, and bought it. I only wore it once, but didn't like it that much."
"Wow, it's nice. And this." She said, picking up a red turtleneck, with out any sleeves. "Ooh, they go nice together," She said, holding it over her chest.
"Yes, you should wear that today," Her mum, said, girlishly. Hermione loved her mother, but in the summers they saw so little of each other. She worked all the time, and Hermione would get bored during the day.
"Yea ok," she said, folding them and putting them on her bed.
"So what about all these clothes that 'aren't you'?" her mother asked, hanging the black dress up again, "Do you want me to give them to charity to?"
"Sure," She said without thinking, "No . wait. I have a friend that would defiantly love some of these. She looks great in stuff like that!"
"Oh, good honey, who?"
"Ginny. She loves clothes that are more 'out there', this stuff is perfect!" She said, excitedly pulling out clothes that she had bough spur of the moment, and had never been worn.
"Oh, that's great dear. Just don't forget to pack for yourself too." Her mum said, picking up her daughters empty juice glass. "Well, I will be in the kitchen if you need me. I'm going to try and figure out the secrets of 'Kraft Dinner' for lunch. Sound good?"
"Yep, sounds great."
"Ok, don't take to long. Your friends are coming over at 1:00"
"Ok. Thanks for breakfast, Mum." She said, picking clothes out of her closet, and putting them in one of three piles. Mine. Ginny's. So ugly that I wouldn't give it to an elf.
"My pleasure, Honey."
*
A few hours later, Hermione was completely packed. She took half of all the books in her room, 'Just incase,' and had filled the rest of her trunk with clothes for both herself and Ginny. She needed new dress robes this year; she had long since outgrown hers. Hermione closed her trunk, and went downstairs, to find her mother in the kitchen, wearing an apron and reading a box of Kraft Dinner.
"Wow, that looks productive," She said
"Hey, I need your support here. This isn't easy." Her mom said
"Mom, you boil water, you put in the noodles. How hard it that?"
"You have to add milk, and butter and this little cheese packet to you know." Hermione rolled her eye.
"Do you want me to do it for you?" She asked. After some of the potions Snape assigned to them, this would be a synch.
"Would you? That would be great. Thanks." She said throwing the apron at her.
"You don't need an apron for Kraft dinner, mum"
"Just put it on. It makes you look so cute."
"Mum, I'm almost sixteen. I despise 'cute'," She said, disgusted.
"Oh, that reminds me. I'll be right back," And with that, Mrs. Granger left the kitchen. Hermione just shook her head, and turned her attention to the macaroni. 'Common, how hard is this?' She thought. The water was already boiling when she put the noodles in, and she set the timer for nine minutes. 'Now all I have to do is wait.'
Her mom back a minute later, holding a small gift. "This is for you, from me and Dad. You will be in school on your Birthday, so you can have it now."
"Thanks," She said taking the present from her mother. She unwrapped it to find a small black box.
"What is it?" She asked, her mum just smiled. Hermione opened the box and gasped. "Oh, mum. This is beautiful. Thank you," She said holding up the small necklace that was inside. It was on a silver chain, and had a single heart charm.
"Well, me and your dad saw it when we were in France this February, and we though of you," She said, smiling.
"Thank you so much, I love it." She said, hugging her mother. When she pulled away, she asked, "Can you please put it on for me?"
Her mum took the necklace in her hands and did up the clasp, just as the timer went. Hermione thanked her, and finished making lunch. They spent the meal talking about what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.
"There is a dental conference in America that me and your father were invited to. It isn't until August, but I am looking forwards to it. I've never been across the ocean. Your dad goes all the time for conferences and things, but it will be my first time!" Her mum was saying.
"Be sure to send me a postcard! Where are you going to be?"
"We will start in New York City, but dad said that he would take us up to Canada to see Niagara Falls. It is supposed to be amazing." She said, excitedly.
"It sounds wonderful," Hermione said, picking up the dishes.
"Yes, well enough about that. What are you and your friends going to do this summer?" Her mother asked, curiously.
"I'm not sure. Probably just stay around the Burrow. I can never get bored there." She said, "Ginny said something in her letter about going to London a few times. Fred and George set up shop there."
"That sounds like fun," She said, looking at her watch. "It looks like they will be here soon, do you have everything packed?"
"Yes." She said.
"Ok then, shall we light up the fire place?"
"Oh, yea, I'll go get it started." In a few minutes there was a merry fire blazing in the living room. Hermione and her mother both took seats in front of it. Hermione's mum was staring at the fire intently.
"So, how does this work?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the fire.
Hermione laughed when she said, "They flames will turn green, and then someone will just appear."
"Right ."
They waited in silence for about two minutes before the flames in front of them turned emerald.
"Ooh, someone is coming!" Hermione's mom said excitedly.
"Yea," Hermione said, equally exited. They watched the first figure step out, and dust them self off.
"Ginny!" She squealed, hugging her tightly.
"Hermione!" She squealed back. They let go of each other, just as someone else come out of the fire.
"Harry!" She said, attacking him with a hug as well.
"Hey," He said as she let go, "Having a good summer?"
"Yea, great thanks. You?"
"Pretty good," They would have talked longer, if a third person hadn't just stepped out of the fire.
"Hey Hermione," he said, while coughing from the soot. He gave her a one- armed hug, and then introduced himself to Mrs. Granger.
"Hi, I'm Bill Weasley."
"Hi, Courtney Granger, nice to meet you."
"You to. Ron's on his way," He said, turning back towards Hermione. Just as he said it, the flames turned green once again; Ronald Weasley stepped out, wiping ash off of his jeans. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Hermione." He said, stepping out of the fire.
"Hey, Ron," She said in what she hoped was a happy voice. Not nervous like she felt. Why was she nervous? She stepped forward, and gave him a tight hug, which he returned. Oh that's why.
"Umm, mum. You've already met Harry, Ron and Bill, but this is Ginny." She said, stepping away from Ron. She planned on making this as un-awkward as possible. Ginny and her mother introduced themselves, and Hermione turned to the guys.
"My trunks up in my room," She said.
"We'll get it," said Harry.
"Yea, just show us the way." Ron added. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny all headed upstairs, and left Bill to chat with Mrs. Granger about his work in Egypt.
"So this is your room. Why am I not surprised?" Ron said as they entered her bedroom. He was indicating the two large bookshelves that took up the whole of one of her walls.
"Wow, it's big," Ginny said looking around, "And strangely clean."
"Hey, it isn't strange for Hermione to be clean!" Harry said in a fake defensive voice.
"Ok, if you are done making fun of me, would you help me out, this is heavy," She said, trying to pick up the trunk.
"We can do it." Ron said, waving Hermione aside, and picking up that end of the trunk for her. Harry grabbed the other end.
"Dear me, what would we ever do without the strong, and brave men, ah Hermione?" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"I can't see how we would manage, Ginny dear," They both laughed and left the room.
"Hmm . I think that they are taking our polite natures for granted!" Ron said, in mock outrage.
"Ouch. That hurts," Harry said, putting a hand on his chest.
*
They got back to the Burrow a few minutes later, after Hermione said good- bye to her mum. Ron and Harry were about to take the trunk up to Ginny's room, but Bill said he would do it, and he magiced it up the stairs.
"Hermione, dear!" Mrs. Weasley hurried up to her, and gave her a big, bone- crushing hug. "It's so good to see you,"
"You to, Mrs. Weasley," She gasped.
"Oh, you look beautiful!" she said, holding her at arms length, examining her outfit. His mum was right; Hermione did look great. Ron wanted to slap himself for thinking that, 'She's your best friend!'
"Oh, thank you," She said, blushing.'
"Sorry I didn't come to pick you up, but Bill went and I thought that one responsible adult was enough." When she finished, both Ron and Ginny were laughing.
"Hey I can hear you!" He called from the kitchen, which just caused them to laugh harder.
"So, Hermione, are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?" Ron's mum asked, concerned.
"Oh, I actually just ate thanks."
"Alright, dear. Well if you need me, I will be in the kitchen," She said, going into the other room.
"So, what do you want to do?" Ron asked.
"Hermione probably wants unpack." Ginny said, giving Hermione a significant look.
"Oh, yea. That sounds good." She said, following Ginny towards the stairs.
"Fine, abandon us. See if we care!" Ron said.
"Glad your ok with that." Ginny called down.
"Girls," Harry and Ron said together under their breath.
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The Charm Bracelet
Part 4
Beep . Beep . Beep . Beep . SLAM!
Hermione rolled over and hit her Alarm clock, making it shut off. 'Why was it on so early, anyways?' She wondered. She buried her head in her pillow, wishing that she could get back to sleep. A few minutes past, and she was slowly sinking back into the sleep. She had been having the most wonderful dream, though she couldn't remember any of it. All she knew was that she wanted to get back. Darkness swept over her, and she was about to return to the dream, when:
"HERMIONE, HONEY. ARE YOU UP YET?"
She mumbled something that she normally yelled at Ron for saying, then rolled over and looked at her clock: 7:30. 7 bloody 30. WHY WAS SHE UP AT 7:30 in the morning!
"HERMIONE, COM' ON! YOUR GOING TO RON'S IN A FEW HOURS AND YOU NEED TO PACK!"
RON! She had completely forgotten. She bolted upright in her bed, sending pillows to the ground.
"I'M UP, MUM!" She yelled back, jumping out of her bed. She picked up all the pillows that had fell, and quickly made her bed. She was going to be leaving for the rest of the summer to live with her best friends. She was very exited to be leaving. It wasn't that she didn't like spending time with her parents, but she got very lonely. She lived in a very large house on her parent's estate. The only people that were her age that lived around her were all clean-cut and fresh from reform school. They all came from rich families, not unlike her own, and were very snobbish. She had been that way in her first year at Hogwarts, but quickly learned that she wasn't the queen of the universe. Her parent's were told by Dumbledore to inform any muggles that she attended a school in North America.
She walked into the bathroom and picked up her toothbrush. Maybe she could just take all the clothes in her closet, through them into her trunk, and then sleep for the next three hours. Normally Hermione loved mornings, but she did enjoy sleeping in. She grabbed a red see-through bath bag, from under the sink, and started throwing things into it. Hairbrush- check. Toothbrush- check. Extra moisturizing frizz-controlling shampoo and conditioner- double check. 'How did I live without this stuff?' she though, as she put the bottles into the bag. She grabbed various soaps and body- sprays and was almost done. The last thing that she took was a small bottle of perfume. It smelled of something between vanilla and coconuts, very unusual, but it was her favorite. She sprayed a little on her wrists and then rubbed her neck. She had never liked the smell of coconut, before she received this gift from Ron, but now it was one of her favorites.
Not that is mattered that it was from Ron. She would have liked it just the same if it had been from Harry.
'Is that true?' She asked herself, as she put her bathroom stuff at the bottom of her trunk, "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?" She said aloud. 'Well, it's just an unusual gift to give a friend.' "No it isn't!" She said out loud again.
"What isn't, Honey?" Her moms voice made her jump. She turned towards her and blushed.
"Nothing, just talking to myself." She said. "Is that for me?" She asked, pointing at the toast and juice that her mother was holding. Hermione hadn't noticed until now how hungry she was. She took the toast that her mother offered her, and smiled gratefully.
"Thanks,"
"No problem, sweetie. Marcie and Lauren are off this week, so I am exercising my culinary abilities, what do you think?"
"It's a little burnt." Hermione said, critically. Marcie and Lauren both worked for the Grangers; Marcie was the cook, and Lauren the maid. They had both been with the Grangers for as long as Hermione could remember.
"Hey!" Her mom said, giving a mock hurt look. This sent Hermione into a fit of giggles.
"You look like Ron." Hermione said, finishing her orange juice. Her mother gave her a mischievous grin, and sat down on her bed. "What is that look for?" she said, emphasizing the word 'that.'
"Well, you often compare things to Ron. I'm just surprised to never hear you bring Harry up into casual conversation. He was the one who you were 'dating' last year."
"Please don't mention that. Every once and a while a first year will come up to me in the hall, and ask 'Are you Harry Potters Girlfriend?' Gets annoying fast."
"Mmm. Now, I'm not a psychologist, but I am pretty sure that you just avoided my original accusation. Any reason, Miss. Granger."
"NO" She said quickly. Obviously to quickly, seeing her mother gave her a look, which only mothers can give.
"Ok . My oh my don't YOU smell nice today. Is that new perfume?" She said, still giving the look.
'ERG, this is so frustrating. What is it with mothers, can they read your minds?' She asked herself frustrated. Her mother already knew that Ron gave her perfume for Christmas, why did she interrogate her?
"No, It was a gift." She said through gritted teeth, smiling falsely towards her mother.
"Really? From who?"
"Ron . Why?" She asked, still grinning.
"Oh, nothing dear, I was just wondering." She smiled knowingly. 'Why do mum's do that?' she thought. Her mum stood up, raking her fingers through her short, curly hair. She went to open Hermione's closet, and was filing though it. "Hmm, this is nice," She said holding up a horrid Purple dress that Hermione's Grandmother had sent a few Birthdays ago.
"MUM! That is . it's . FLUFFY!" She said, appalled.
"Fine, fine. Do you mind if I give it to charity then?" She asked.
"No, go ahead," Hermione, said. For a second she thought that she could give it to the elves; but with closer inspection, she didn't think that even THEY would wear it. She stood up, and also went through her closet.
"Oh, I like this." Her mum said, holding up a black dress. It was sleeveless, but full backed with a modest V-neck front. It fell to her knees, but had slits up both sides. It had a silver belt around the waist, with little circles connected together.
"Yea, that's nice," She said eyeing the dress. "But it isn't me . actually, lots of this stuff isn't me in here," She said, indicating her closet.
"Oh, since when did you get your own style?" Her mum asked, amused.
"Well, I don't really. This is a beautiful dress, but it doesn't match my personality. This on the other hand does." She said, grabbing a floor length denim skirt. "When did I get this?" She asked.
"Well, I saw it downtown last spring, and bought it. I only wore it once, but didn't like it that much."
"Wow, it's nice. And this." She said, picking up a red turtleneck, with out any sleeves. "Ooh, they go nice together," She said, holding it over her chest.
"Yes, you should wear that today," Her mum, said, girlishly. Hermione loved her mother, but in the summers they saw so little of each other. She worked all the time, and Hermione would get bored during the day.
"Yea ok," she said, folding them and putting them on her bed.
"So what about all these clothes that 'aren't you'?" her mother asked, hanging the black dress up again, "Do you want me to give them to charity to?"
"Sure," She said without thinking, "No . wait. I have a friend that would defiantly love some of these. She looks great in stuff like that!"
"Oh, good honey, who?"
"Ginny. She loves clothes that are more 'out there', this stuff is perfect!" She said, excitedly pulling out clothes that she had bough spur of the moment, and had never been worn.
"Oh, that's great dear. Just don't forget to pack for yourself too." Her mum said, picking up her daughters empty juice glass. "Well, I will be in the kitchen if you need me. I'm going to try and figure out the secrets of 'Kraft Dinner' for lunch. Sound good?"
"Yep, sounds great."
"Ok, don't take to long. Your friends are coming over at 1:00"
"Ok. Thanks for breakfast, Mum." She said, picking clothes out of her closet, and putting them in one of three piles. Mine. Ginny's. So ugly that I wouldn't give it to an elf.
"My pleasure, Honey."
*
A few hours later, Hermione was completely packed. She took half of all the books in her room, 'Just incase,' and had filled the rest of her trunk with clothes for both herself and Ginny. She needed new dress robes this year; she had long since outgrown hers. Hermione closed her trunk, and went downstairs, to find her mother in the kitchen, wearing an apron and reading a box of Kraft Dinner.
"Wow, that looks productive," She said
"Hey, I need your support here. This isn't easy." Her mom said
"Mom, you boil water, you put in the noodles. How hard it that?"
"You have to add milk, and butter and this little cheese packet to you know." Hermione rolled her eye.
"Do you want me to do it for you?" She asked. After some of the potions Snape assigned to them, this would be a synch.
"Would you? That would be great. Thanks." She said throwing the apron at her.
"You don't need an apron for Kraft dinner, mum"
"Just put it on. It makes you look so cute."
"Mum, I'm almost sixteen. I despise 'cute'," She said, disgusted.
"Oh, that reminds me. I'll be right back," And with that, Mrs. Granger left the kitchen. Hermione just shook her head, and turned her attention to the macaroni. 'Common, how hard is this?' She thought. The water was already boiling when she put the noodles in, and she set the timer for nine minutes. 'Now all I have to do is wait.'
Her mom back a minute later, holding a small gift. "This is for you, from me and Dad. You will be in school on your Birthday, so you can have it now."
"Thanks," She said taking the present from her mother. She unwrapped it to find a small black box.
"What is it?" She asked, her mum just smiled. Hermione opened the box and gasped. "Oh, mum. This is beautiful. Thank you," She said holding up the small necklace that was inside. It was on a silver chain, and had a single heart charm.
"Well, me and your dad saw it when we were in France this February, and we though of you," She said, smiling.
"Thank you so much, I love it." She said, hugging her mother. When she pulled away, she asked, "Can you please put it on for me?"
Her mum took the necklace in her hands and did up the clasp, just as the timer went. Hermione thanked her, and finished making lunch. They spent the meal talking about what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.
"There is a dental conference in America that me and your father were invited to. It isn't until August, but I am looking forwards to it. I've never been across the ocean. Your dad goes all the time for conferences and things, but it will be my first time!" Her mum was saying.
"Be sure to send me a postcard! Where are you going to be?"
"We will start in New York City, but dad said that he would take us up to Canada to see Niagara Falls. It is supposed to be amazing." She said, excitedly.
"It sounds wonderful," Hermione said, picking up the dishes.
"Yes, well enough about that. What are you and your friends going to do this summer?" Her mother asked, curiously.
"I'm not sure. Probably just stay around the Burrow. I can never get bored there." She said, "Ginny said something in her letter about going to London a few times. Fred and George set up shop there."
"That sounds like fun," She said, looking at her watch. "It looks like they will be here soon, do you have everything packed?"
"Yes." She said.
"Ok then, shall we light up the fire place?"
"Oh, yea, I'll go get it started." In a few minutes there was a merry fire blazing in the living room. Hermione and her mother both took seats in front of it. Hermione's mum was staring at the fire intently.
"So, how does this work?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the fire.
Hermione laughed when she said, "They flames will turn green, and then someone will just appear."
"Right ."
They waited in silence for about two minutes before the flames in front of them turned emerald.
"Ooh, someone is coming!" Hermione's mom said excitedly.
"Yea," Hermione said, equally exited. They watched the first figure step out, and dust them self off.
"Ginny!" She squealed, hugging her tightly.
"Hermione!" She squealed back. They let go of each other, just as someone else come out of the fire.
"Harry!" She said, attacking him with a hug as well.
"Hey," He said as she let go, "Having a good summer?"
"Yea, great thanks. You?"
"Pretty good," They would have talked longer, if a third person hadn't just stepped out of the fire.
"Hey Hermione," he said, while coughing from the soot. He gave her a one- armed hug, and then introduced himself to Mrs. Granger.
"Hi, I'm Bill Weasley."
"Hi, Courtney Granger, nice to meet you."
"You to. Ron's on his way," He said, turning back towards Hermione. Just as he said it, the flames turned green once again; Ronald Weasley stepped out, wiping ash off of his jeans. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Hermione." He said, stepping out of the fire.
"Hey, Ron," She said in what she hoped was a happy voice. Not nervous like she felt. Why was she nervous? She stepped forward, and gave him a tight hug, which he returned. Oh that's why.
"Umm, mum. You've already met Harry, Ron and Bill, but this is Ginny." She said, stepping away from Ron. She planned on making this as un-awkward as possible. Ginny and her mother introduced themselves, and Hermione turned to the guys.
"My trunks up in my room," She said.
"We'll get it," said Harry.
"Yea, just show us the way." Ron added. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny all headed upstairs, and left Bill to chat with Mrs. Granger about his work in Egypt.
"So this is your room. Why am I not surprised?" Ron said as they entered her bedroom. He was indicating the two large bookshelves that took up the whole of one of her walls.
"Wow, it's big," Ginny said looking around, "And strangely clean."
"Hey, it isn't strange for Hermione to be clean!" Harry said in a fake defensive voice.
"Ok, if you are done making fun of me, would you help me out, this is heavy," She said, trying to pick up the trunk.
"We can do it." Ron said, waving Hermione aside, and picking up that end of the trunk for her. Harry grabbed the other end.
"Dear me, what would we ever do without the strong, and brave men, ah Hermione?" Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"I can't see how we would manage, Ginny dear," They both laughed and left the room.
"Hmm . I think that they are taking our polite natures for granted!" Ron said, in mock outrage.
"Ouch. That hurts," Harry said, putting a hand on his chest.
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They got back to the Burrow a few minutes later, after Hermione said good- bye to her mum. Ron and Harry were about to take the trunk up to Ginny's room, but Bill said he would do it, and he magiced it up the stairs.
"Hermione, dear!" Mrs. Weasley hurried up to her, and gave her a big, bone- crushing hug. "It's so good to see you,"
"You to, Mrs. Weasley," She gasped.
"Oh, you look beautiful!" she said, holding her at arms length, examining her outfit. His mum was right; Hermione did look great. Ron wanted to slap himself for thinking that, 'She's your best friend!'
"Oh, thank you," She said, blushing.'
"Sorry I didn't come to pick you up, but Bill went and I thought that one responsible adult was enough." When she finished, both Ron and Ginny were laughing.
"Hey I can hear you!" He called from the kitchen, which just caused them to laugh harder.
"So, Hermione, are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?" Ron's mum asked, concerned.
"Oh, I actually just ate thanks."
"Alright, dear. Well if you need me, I will be in the kitchen," She said, going into the other room.
"So, what do you want to do?" Ron asked.
"Hermione probably wants unpack." Ginny said, giving Hermione a significant look.
"Oh, yea. That sounds good." She said, following Ginny towards the stairs.
"Fine, abandon us. See if we care!" Ron said.
"Glad your ok with that." Ginny called down.
"Girls," Harry and Ron said together under their breath.
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