A/N: I'm sorry it took a while, but this chapter was longer than the last one. Now they're finally getting out of the Burrow for a day and going shopping! Enjoy!



Chapter 4. A shopping round in Diagon Alley



After Ron also had heard about Fred's letter, everyone went downstairs to get going. Fred and George glanced quickly at Harry and Hermione when they went down the stairs. Luckily Ron didn't notice.

"He'd probably get more grumpy than before," Harry thought. "But still, we'll se how he reacts later on when gets to see the surprise." Now Mr Weasley entered the room.

"Everyone ready?" he asked.

"Yes, dad," said Ron, Ginny, Fred and George.

"Yes, Mr Weasley," said Harry and Hermione. Mr Weasley went up to the fireplace.

"Ron, you go first," he said. Ron went up to the fireplace, took some floo powder out of a flower pot, and threw it into the flames. The fire immediately turned emerald green, with tall flames. Ron stepped into the flames.

"Diagon Alley!" he said loud and clear. The flames became even higher, and then went down again, taking Ron with them. Hermione started before reminding herself that it was normal, and that her boyfriend hadn't vaporised.

"Who next?" said Mr Weasley.

"Me," said Hermione.

"Do you think you can make it," said Mr Weasley. "I mean, after what happened before, wo-"

"It's going to go fine, Mr Weasley," said Hermione. "I know what went wrong that time. Harry remembered that Ron told him in a letter that last time Hermione had used the floo network, she'd ended up somewhere in Liverpool. Now Hermione walked up to the fireplace, took some powder from the pot, three it into the flames, and then stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" she said with the same decisive voice she used when telling someone that she'd wouldn't change her mind about something.

"As if it would work talking strictly to the flames..." Harry thought, and at the same moment the flames took Hermione with them.

"Who's next?" asked Mr Weasley.

"I'll go," said Harry, taking his glasses of and putting them in his pocket, remembering the first time he used the floo network. That time his Glasses had broken and Mr Weasley had fixed the glasses which had shattered when landed on the floor of the destination. Now Harry went up to the fireplace, took some powder, threw it into the flames, and stepped into them.

"Diagon Alley!" he said as loud and clear he possibly could with all the soot from the fire in his mouth. The flames took Harry with them, and Harry felt them familiar spinning sensation, and the loud noise present in his ears. He kept his eyes closed because he felt that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able keep his breakfast. Suddenly the noise stopped and Harry opened his eyes just in time to see an stone floor approach. He hit the floor with a loud thud.

"I really gotta remember to open my eyes a little sooner next time..." Harry said, while getting up from the stone floor.

"Harry? You all right?" said a familiar voice. Harry put on his glasses, and saw that is was Ron who'd spoken to him.

"Yeah, Ron, I feel fine. Managed to keep my glasses in one piece this time at least," said Harry. He looked around, discovering that he was at The Leaky Cauldron. But he didn't se Hermione anywhere. "Where's Hermione?" Ron looked surprised.

"Hermione?" he said.

"Yeah, she went just before me," said Harry. "Must've landed somewhere else." Ron looked worried. Now green flames erupted from the fireplace, and Harry turned around just in time to catch Ginny, making them both fall down on the floor. Harry was so surprised that he just lied there with, the after the trip dizzy, Ginny in his arms. Not that he complained. Now Ginny cleared her head a bit.

"I really shouldn't have eaten that last sandwich..." she mumbled to herself. Now she looked up, discovering that she'd been caught by Harry, who know got a light red colour on his face. Which by the way, was about three inches from hers. Ginny blushed also.

"Um...hi, Ginny..." said Harry.

"Hi, Harry..." said Ginny. In about one and a half second both Harry and Ginny had got up of the floor, standing looking down upon their feet. Ron found the whole thing extremely amusing, but didn't say anything. Now Ginny looked around the room, and then at Ron. "Where's Hermione?"

"Don't know," said Ron, again being worried. "She's not here in anyway..."

"BZZZT! Wrong answer, Mr Weasley. Would you like another try?" said a voice. Harry, Ron and Ginny turned to were the voice was coming from. There stood Hermione, with even bushier hair than usual. Ron immediately looked extremely happy, ran up to Hermione, and threw his arms round her. "So, you missed me that much?" said Hermione.

"Yup," said Ron, smiling.

"The 'Wrong answer, Mr Weasley' thing was great," said Harry, grinning. Ron looked questioningly at Hermione.

"Muggle thing..." explained Hermione.

"Oh, okay," said Ron. "But where did you end up?"

"In that Quidditch store, you know," said Hermione.

"Quality Quidditch Supplies?" said Ron.

"Yes, that's the one," said Hermione. "Anyway, I ended up there and-"

"Did they have anything new?" said Ron. Hermione now looked at Ron with a slightly mad look, since he seemed to care more about some stores products than his girlfriends well-being. Ron quickly realised his mistake. "Oops. Sorry."

"I'll let you go this time," said Hermione. "Anyway I got here as quickly as I knew were I was."

"It's good that you're okay," said Ron. Now Mr Weasley came through the fireplace, landing on the floor, though on his feet, not his nose as in Harry's case.

"Everybody all right?" Mr Weasley asked. Everyone was okay. Then the rest of the group, Fred, George Mrs Weasley came through the fireplace, one at a time. Then the whole group went out to the backyard. Mr Weasley went up to a wall and tapped a few bricks with is wand, opening the wall into a gateway. On the other side of the gateway there was long street with shops and lots of people. There was especially many children and teenagers together with their parents. It seemed like a normal day just before the start of school in Diagon Alley. But now Harry came to think of something. He looked at Hermione with a questioning look. She knew what Harry meant.

"A wizard going to the inn let me through," she said. Harry was satisfied with the answer. The group went through the gateway. "I wonder if we'll meet someone you know?"

"Hope so, it would be fun to see them. Except-" said Harry, but was interrupted.

"But if it isn't Potty, Weasel and mudblood? I should have expected to see you here..." drawled the person that Harry had hoped they wouldn't run in to. Draco Malfoy. Harry clenched his fists to resist the urge to punch Malfoy right were he stood. Mr and Mrs Weasley didn't see any of this, since they were standing window-shopping a bit from the teenagers.

"Malfoy," said Harry, not trying to hide the hate in his voice, and also giving Malfoy a equally hateful look. Malfoy wasn't any worse. Hermione felt the situation was about to become ugly, and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"He's not worth it, Harry," she said. Harry felt that Hermione was right, and turned to go.

"So, your mudblood friend has to save, Potter? Can't even do that for yourself..." drawled Malfoy. Now he saw that Ron and Hermione held hands. He almost unnoticeably arched an eyebrow. "So, it's you two now? How will those poor children look...?" Now Ron couldn't hold it any more and clenched his fists, preparing to attack Malfoy. But Hermione stopped him. She look with a decisive look straight into Malfoys steel grey eyes.

"Go away, you annoying little ferret," she said. Hermione knew that Malfoy didn't like to be reminded of the time he'd been turned into a ferret in one of the school corridors.

"You just wait..." Malfoy mumbled and walked of as fast as he could from the laughing teenagers.

"Couldn't have done it better myself, Hermione!" said George.

"Yeah, that was classic!" said Fred.

"Stop, stop! You're embarrassing me!" said Hermione, pretending to blush.

"Let's hope we'll meet someone nicer from school," said Ginny.

"Agree with you on that, sis," said Ron. Now Mr and Mrs Weasley came back. They all decided to go to Gringotts to get some money, and Hermione was going to exchange her muggle money.



Once Hermione was done it was time to go down to the vaults so that Harry and the Weasley's could get some money. But Hermione stopped a few feet from the cart used to get down to the vaults. Harry and Ron stopped also, wondering why Hermione had stopped.

"Eh. You go, I'll stay here." she said. Ron got a confused expression on his face.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, I've never liked roller-coasters," said Hermione. "And I don't expect this do be much different from one of those."

"Herm, it's okay. It's completely safe," said Harry, though he doubted the last part himself. "But I can understand if you don't like it. When I went here with Hagrid before my first year, he became a bit sick of the ride."

"Really? Hagrid?" said Ron, surprised.

"Yeah," said Harry. Then he smiled. "But I think you'll do fine, Herm. With a little help from Ron, that is."

"What do yo- Oh." said Hermione, realising what Harry meant. Ron on the other hand hadn't, looking like a live question mark.

"What?" What help from me?" he said.

"Well, you could help her during the ride." said Harry. Alas, Ron still just didn't get it.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he said. Now Hermione decided to act, and pulled Ron close to her.

"You are a bit slow sometimes, hm?" she said, a warm and friendly tone in her voice. "Harry means that you can hold me during the ride."

"Oh." said Ron, feeling a bit stupid 'cause he wasn't the one who came up with the idea. Now Hermione dragged Ron into the cart, and sat leaning against him, her eyes closed.

"Just tell me when we're there," she said. "Then this will go just fine." Ron didn't seem to have any objections, and showed a light smile. When everybody was seated the cart started moving.



They first arrived at the Weasley's vault. Mr and Mrs Weasley went out of the cart, and got their vault opened. They went into it and scraped up some of the money in the corners.

"That should be enough," said Mrs Weasley. They closed they vault, got back in the cart, and went on to Harry's vault. Once their Harry got out by himself, feeling a bit ashamed because he had so much more money in his vault. He took about as much as he counted on spending this year, then got his vault closed and got back into the cart. Whilst going up through the tunnels, Harry looked upon Ron and Hermione, sitting closely together. Harry got a mental image of himself and Ginny sitting closely together in the same way.

"Harry? You awake?" said Ron, interrupting his daydream.

"Hm? What?" said Harry.

"It's to get out of the cart, Harry," said Ron. Now Harry discovered that the cart had stopped at the entrance, and that everyone else had already gotten out.

"Okay, I'm coming. said Harry, and got out of the cart. They went out of Gringotts. Once out they decided to meet outside Flourish & Blotts in a hour and a half to get books. They divided into three groups: Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George (to carry things), Harry and Ron, and Hermione and Ginny. This way Ron thought that he had Harry under control, therefore no unwelcome surprise.



"How do you know Ron's measurements?" said Ginny. She and Hermione was on their way to Madam Malkin's to buy Ron's dress robe.

"Well, I was going to buy something to him anyway," said Hermione. "So I got them the other night."

"Without him noticing?" said Ginny.

"I got them during on of our walks," said Hermione.

"Well, that explains it." said Ginny. Now they had reached Madam Malkin's, and went in. Once inside Madam Malkin herself met them.

"What might I help you two young ladies with?" she asked them.

"We would like to buy a dress robe," said Hermione.

"And who of shall wear it?" said Madam Malkin.

"Oh, it's not for us, but for my boyfriend. I have his measurements here," said Hermione and gave the note with Ron's measurements to Madam Malkin. She scanned through it, and then looked at Hermione. "Are they all there?"

"Yes," said Madam Malkin. "But there's one other thing that's missing."

"What?" said Hermione.

"How does he look, your boyfriend?" said Madam Malkin. "What hair- and eye colour?"

"Weeeell, he's got this fiery red, cute hair and really dreamy brown eyes." Now Hermione had a dreaming expression upon her face, seeming a bit absent. After a few second of awkward silence Ginny prodded Hermione, making her snap back to reality from "Ron *Heart* Hermione-land". Hermione composed herself quickly. ".But.um, why do you need to know that?"

"To match the colour right, dear," said Madam Malkin.

"Okay, just don't use anything maroon," said Hermione. "He hates maroon."

"I think we'll make do anyway," said Madam Malkin. "Now, let's get started."



Meanwhile Ron and Harry were at Quality Quidditch Supplies, looking at the new products. Among others things there was a new, improved, faster (and more expensive, of course) broomstick in the Firebolt-series: the Firebolt V. Harry and Ron was standing there, admiring from the other side of the glass for a long while. There wasn't a single flaw on it, and it was even more streamlined than Harry's Firebolt.

"Wow." Ron finally managed to get out.

"You can say that again." said Harry.

"Wow." said Ron. "How much does it cost?"

"Too much," said Harry. "Let's just hope that the Slytherin's don't have this model. 'Cause if they do.bye, bye, Quidditch cup."

"Don't worry, Harry," said Ron. "Besides, they don't have Flint any more as a capten. And without his dirty tricks, maybe they won't do so good."

"I hope your right." said Harry." After looking through the store a bit more, they discovered that one and a half hours soon had passed. They went out of the store to go meet the others.



"There, now it's ready," said Madam Malkin, giving the finished dress robe to Hermione. Both Hermione and Ginny grinned broadly when seeing the dress robe.

"Perfect!" said Hermione. She then put the little bag with money on the counter. "That should cover it." Madam Malkin opened the bag, and her eyes went wide.

"Oh my! Yes, young lady, this covers it all right," she said. "This is far more than needed. Here's the change." Madam Malkin gave the back to Hermione, having taking what she needed.

"Thank you very much for you help," said Hermione. "Good bye!"

"Just doing my job, dear," said Madam Malkin. "Good bye, and have a nice day!" Now Hermione and Ginny went out of the store, and started walking to meet the others.



Harry and Ron had now reached Flourish & Blotts, but no one else had arrived yet. When they where standing there waiting, Harry heard someone calling for him.

"'Arry! 'Arry Potter!" called the person who Harry still couldn't see, but he knew who it was. He turned towards were the voice was coming from.

"Fleur!" he said. And quite right, it was Fleur Delacour who had called after him. 'Great, how's Ron gonna react now." Harry thought for himself, remembering how Ron had reacted towards Fleur last year due to her veela heritage. Bu Harry decided to ignore the problem for now, hoping it would solve itself.

"What are you doing in Diagon Alley?" said Harry.

"I 'ad buy some zings for my new job. I deed graduate from school zis spring, you know," said Fleur, who now had reached Harry and Ron. "And 'ow are you?"

"Doing just fine, said Harry. "And you?"

"Never bezzer," said Fleur. "You're 'ear to buy zings for school, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," said Ron. "We're just waiting for the others to get here." Harry glanced at Ron. He actually seemed unaffected by Fleur this time.

"Oh, who are you 'ere with?" said Fleur.

"Well, my family is here too," said Ron. "And..."

"If you say some other name than mine you're in big trouble, Ronald Weasley!" said Hermione, hugging Ron from behind. Ron immediately showed a broad smile.

"As a matter of fact I was going to say your name," said Ron. "So you don't have to be worried."

"Good," said Hermione. Now she noticed that Fleur was there, and tightened her embrace around Ron, as if to stop him from moving. "Hello, Fleur."

"'Ello! 'Ermione, right?" said Fleur.

"Yes, that's right," said Hermione. "What are you doing here?"

"She's buying some stuff for her new job, Mione," said Ron, who now was beginning to feel that Hermione's rather tight embrace was getting a bit uncomfortable. He turned his head to face Hermione. "Um...honey? Could loosen the hug a bit? I'm getting circulatory problems..." Hermione let go, but stayed watchful towards Fleur. Now Mr and Mrs Weasley arrived at the scene, followed by Freda and George who was carrying lots of things. They clearly looked suffering. George seemed to cheer up a bit upon seeing Fleur, but Fred seemed as tormented as before. Mr and Mrs Weasley said hello to Fleur and stood an talked a while. Fleur told them that she was to buy books too, and then be done for the day, so they decided to keep company. When they entered the store Fleur and Harry went last

"So, Ron and 'Ermione are togezer now?" said Fleur quietly. Harry chuckled.

"What tipped you of?" said Harry jokingly. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just thought zat she and Viktor Krum was..." said Fleur.

"Well, this is how it went," said Harry. "Hermione got a letter from Krum, were he invited her to stay with him for a few weeks in Bulgaria, and she told Ron about it in a letter. As soon as he read it I guess he got some kind of panic-attack, hurried over to her house, proclaimed his love for her. And, well, the rest is history."

"Ah... Zat explains it..." said Fleur. "We girls are suckers for zat kind of zing..."



Fleur and Harry kept talking almost continuously while the were in at Flourish & Blotts, getting their books. They quickly became good friends. Sure, they had known each other last year, but not that much. At one time when the others were in another part of the store Fleur suddenly looked at very seriously at Harry.

"'Arry, I've been meaning to talk with you about what 'appened zis spring," said Fleur.

"What?" said Harry, hating to be reminded of it. Fleur took a deep breath, and then she looked straight into Harry's eyes. Harry felt just like when Professor McGonnagall was about to give him a scolding for something.

"You can not, on any condition take ze blame for Cedric's death," said Fleur. "I'm sure you did everyzing possible to 'elp 'im. But what is done is done. You can't let it get you down..." Harry felt that Fleur was right, it was about time to let it go. A few seconds silence followed.

"Thanks, Fleur... It means a lot..." said Harry, swallowing a lump in the throat.

"I don't 'esitate zat your going to make it, 'Arry. Especially with your friends to 'elp you," said Fleur. Now she saw something behind Harry, smiled, and then looked back at Harry. "Besides, I zink Ron's sister cares a great deal about you."

"What makes you say that?" said Harry. Then he realised what Fleur must've seen. "Ginny's standing over there, right?" Fleur nodded.

"If she was a basilisk, I'd be at ze cemetary now..." said Fleur. "Are you two...?"

"...Together? No, not yet at least. Though I have to admit, I like more now than I used to..." said Harry. Fleur gave quick laugh. "What?"

"You 'ad such a funny expression on your face just now, zat's all," said Fleur. "A tip though, 'Arry. Don't 'urt 'er, becasue zen you will Ron and ze twins 'unting for you..." Harry chuckled.

"Don't you think I know that?" he said. "But it's worse, they are three more brothers..."

"Ouch! Well, you better watch out zen, 'Arry Potter..." said Fleur. The conversation went onto other subjects, until it was time to go. When the had paid for the books and left the store the group decided to have a coffee break.

"That will be the perfect opportunity to give Ron his present..." thought Hermione.

"Okay, what are we having?" said Mr Weasley.

"I feel a need for some butterbeer..." said Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ron, you always 'feel a need for some butterbeer'," she said.

"So? It's not my fault they mad it so good," said Ron. "You can't exactly say that you would mind drinking some?" Hermione didn't answer. "Thought so... Two butterbeers then."

"Better make that three," said Harry.

"Four," said Ginny.

"Five," said Fred.

"Make it six," said George.

"Okay...anyone who doesn't want butterbeer?" said Mr Weasley. None said anything. "What about you, Fleur? What would you like?"

"Oh, butterbeer is fine with me, Mr Weasley," said Fleur. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked with a surprised look at Fleur. "What? I tasted someonce at 'Ogwarts. Don't zink zat becasue I'm French I can't drink anyzing but wine."

"Okay, okay, we didn't mean anything by it," said Harry.

"So, nine butterbeers that is," said Mr Weasley, and then went of towards the counter. After while he came back and gave everyone their butterbeer.



They chatted a while about different things, among other things Mrs Weasley asked Fleur what she thought about England. Upon hearing this Harry nearly choked on his butterbeer. Fleur hadn't exactly been especially quiet about expressing her opinions about England Last year while visiting Hogwarts. But Fleur just smiled.

"Funny zat you would ask me." she said. "In fact, I 'ated England when I got 'ere last year. But over time I've gotten used to ze country, bought warmer clothes and such."

"Oh, now you're forgetting the food," said Hermione. "We all heard about that last year!" First Fleur looked a bit embarrassed, but then she laughed.

"Well, I guess you are right," said Fleur. "I wasn't really.subtle on zat issue. I expressed several times at 'Ogwarts zat I zought ze food was a bit 'eavy and fat. But I guess some vanity played a part in it, something I can say zat I 'ave a lot less of now. Besides, I zought of ze idea of taking smaller 'elpings." At this part Harry could imagine that Mrs Weasley unclenched a fist she'd with all probability had kept clenched during Fleur's expression of her opinions about English cooking.

Fleur paused for a few seconds, and then continued. "In fact, with my new job I work 'alf ze time in France, and 'alf ze time 'ere in England. So as you can see, I 'ave no more problem's with England."

"Really? Here in England? That's nice," said George, sounding a bit too happy. Ron and Hermione enhanced quick looks, but didn't say anything. Now George realised how happy he actually had sounded. "Um.well, because England is nice." Now Hermione stood up, having decided that now was the time to give Ron his present.

"Before George embarrass himself even more." she said.

"Hey!" said George.

".Sorry, George, but someone had to say it." said Hermione. "What I was really trying to say was that I have a little surprise for you, Ron." Now Ron became pale, expecting the worst. "Calm down, it's not a spider! But before you get your surprise Harry must have the credit, since it was his idea, and Fred and George since they paid for it. Don't worry, Mrs Weasley, I bought it so it's not some kind of prank-thing." Mrs Weasley immediately looked a bit relieved.

"Hey!" said Fred and George. Now Hermione took up a bag.

"And now, without further ado." she said and pulled up the dress robe from the bag. The whole group, except for Ginny and Hermione, was stunned (well, a bit at least). The dress robe was mostly wine-red (A/N: Not maroon, mind you!), with brown decorations at the collar and arm wrists. It looked a bit like Harry's dress robe, but was more of a suit than Harry's. The material was shining with a wavy effect, but wasn't to flashy or bragging.

"Woah." Ron finally managed to say. Hermione grinned and gave Ron quick peck.

"I knew you'd like it!" she said happily. "Though, I did choose it so that's why it's so perfect."

"Hey, I was there to, you know." said Ginny, pretending to be hurt.

"Oh, Ginny, I was just joking!" said Hermione. "Though, that wavy effect on the dress robe is only a spell, so you have to do it the same evening as it's going to be worn. There are some instructions in the bag how to do it. Plus, I know some other clothing spells."

"Oh, you do.? Well, we'll just have to try them some night." said Ron. He was just about to kiss Hermione when.

"I'm just going to say that I'm still here, so I wont have to say it later on." said Harry, a light smile on his face. Ron and Hermione immediately interrupted the almost started kiss. This whole thing made Fred and George incredibly curious.

"What?" said George.

"Come on, tell," said Fred.

"HAROLD JAMES POTTER! Don't you dare say a word!" Hermione exclaimed in a VERY decisive tone of voice, convincing Harry too keep quiet.

"Ouch, full name and all. Must be something really serious," said Fred, then quickly going quiet after a glare from Hermione.

"Just one question," said Mrs Weasley. "Fred and George, how could you get so much money?"

"Well, we...eh..." said George.

"I gave them the money, Mrs Weasley," said Harry, deciding that Fred And George had had bad enough of a day already.

"You, Harry?" said Mrs Weasley, surprised.

"It's the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament," said Harry. "I had no use for it, so I gave them to Fred and George."

"But Harry dear, it was your money, we ca-" said Mrs Weasley, interrupting herself when Harry calmly shook his head.

"I'm not taking them back," said Harry. "Besides, they seem to have been made to good use." He nodded towards Ron's new dress robe. Mrs Weasley only nodded, understanding that Harry had made up his mind.



The conversations went on for a while, among other topics was the café they were at.

"I wonder... said Ron. "This place is called Brown's. Wonder if it's a relative to Lavender that owns it? Heard anything about it, Hermione?"

"No, I haven't," said Hermione. "But I wouldn't be surprised if you're right."

"Speaking of Lavender..." said Harry. "I wonder if she and Parvati's been a bad influence on you."

"What makes you say that?" said Hermione, surprised (and to be quite honest, a bit offended).

"Well, you have been awfully giggly lately," said Harry. "And just this morning you got very excited about that...um...secret..." Fred looked at Harry with a rather mad glare at this point, making him not tell anything more. "...and you could barely wait to tell Ginny about it." Now Harry was afraid that Hermione was going to be mad at him, but she just smiled.

"So?," she said. "A girl's got a right to gossip a little now and then. Ain't that right, Ginny?"

"Absolutely," said Ginny, and smiled too. Harry and Ron exchanged concerned glances.

"Besides..." said Hermione. "A person giggles and laughs more the more happy they are."

"Please..." said Harry, Fred and George all at once. But Harry thought. That Hermione probably was right.



A while later it was time to go home. They took their things and headed towards The Leaky Cauldron. Fred and George had, fortunately enough for their backs, been relieved from carrying everything themselves, and instead everyone carried something each. Well, not Fleur, but that was only because Mrs Weasley had insisted that she shouldn't have to carry anything. Fleur herself had said that she wouldn't mind helping them. When the group reached the inn. It was time to say goodbye to Fleur.

"Good bye, and 'ave a nice day everybody," she said. "I'll write to you 'Arry. I won't let go if my first friend in England all zat easily..."

"I'd like that, Fleur," said Harry. "Bye, hope everything will go fine!"

"Bye, Fleur!" said all the others all at the same time. Fleur couldn't do anything but laugh. Then she went out of the in, into the muggle street outside. Now everybody got back to the Burrow through the floo network. His time everyone made it back without a hitch. Even Hermione mad it back right this time. Ron gave her a peck on the cheek, leaving a clean spot in the soot from the trip, to congratulate her ("Please..." said Fred and George once again).



The rest of the day everyone of the children packed for their trip to Hogwarts, excited about going back the following day. When Harry lay down in bed that night he felt more homesick than ever. Even though he'd alwasy considered the Burrow as a home, it was at Hogwarts he felt the most at home. At last Harry fell asleep. Amile on his face.





A/N: I really tried with Fleur's accent in this chapter, so don't be too mean about it okay?

And I reeeeeaaaalllyyy suck at inventing new names for things, thus the name Thunderbolt V.

Oh, my god, this took like four weeks to translate! Next chapter will be up quicker, I promise.

This rounds reviewers (14 reviews and counting!):

Amber Stalkin - I know, I thought about that too! Thus, it made more sense in paring them up. Really think I'm "wonderful"? *blushes* Thanks, I really appreciate it. Good pick for favourite movie, Ever After is a really good one. Though I saw it on TV after I saw Mission Impossible 2, so I kept seeing Dougray Scott as the villain in MI2, not as the prince. But still, It's a really good movie.

Kat097 - Thanks!

harypotrfan - Hm...guess your right, it is a bit provocative. Still, she did say she accepted them as a couple... And I think she wanted to tag long to make sure nothing happened.

Still...only one of you told me your favourite movie... Well, no time like the present to make up! Name your favourite movie in your review!



Emher





PS. I saw "The Sum of All Fears" today (movies takes a while to get here sometimes...), and loved it! I like these political thrillers like "The Hunt for Red October" and "Thirteen Days", an this one was right up with those. It really made you think sometimes, especially after 9/11. Plus I gotta test my home cinema system with this movie on DVD. DS.