A/N: I know my chapters are a bit short, but I worked really hard on this and I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to my reviewers, don't stop keeping me posted on what you'd like to see done!Happy reading.

June 26

I've been staring down at this thing for quite some time now. What are the chances that this stupid thing is cursed? I mean, Hermione gave it to me... and she's a very clever witch, but I doubt that she'd give me anything without checking it for charms work beforehand. She is a bit paranoid, whether it be justified or not. I mean, after that whole catastrophe with Ginny I'm starting to think twice about holding onto this thing! Well, the reason I say all this is because I woke up from a dream (and I sleep so deeply that I rarely have them) this morning that seemed eerily close to what I was writing in this yesterday. But I've never really kept a journal before so maybe that's just what it does, if you write about something and have it on your mind, then it'll appear in your dreams. Or something. I have no idea, but I have heard that dreams are based on what happens during your day. All I know is that I'm definitely going to be keeping a close eye on Fred and George. I'll write more in this later, as it's now time for lunch.

"I'm not eating anything you two made!" Ron said pointing at the twins as they handed Mrs. Weasley a picnic basket.

"Ronald don't be rude. They're making an effort to spend time with family," Mrs. Weasley warned and accepted the basket with a smile. Ginny hugged her brothers in greeting and stuck her tongue out at Ron.

"Thanks mum, we knew you would appreciate our hard work," Fred thanked her with a wink.

"How hard can packing lunches be? Unless you had to perfect some new product of yours!" Ron responded and raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Ginny punched him in the arm and headed out to the backyard.

"Making sandwiches is a difficult task if you have nine people in your family!" George said defensively and shot his brother a warning glance.

"Well it's not like Percy's going to magically show up to grab a cookie!" Ron shouted in return. Fred gasped in shock and worriedly looked back at his mother.

"Well we aren't going to let Percy ruin everything in our lives, now are we?" Mrs. Weasley said calmly and handed Fred back the picnic basket. " You go ahead and bring this outside and I'll meet up with you in a few minutes," she added and slowly walked away from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry you guys. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. It's just, you aren't exactly the most trustworthy of people. I really do love you guys, I just would prefer not to always be the one who ends up having to scrub something out of my skin," Ron apologized and followed George out into the backyard.

"Yeah, well we accept your apology Ronnekins. We're sorry too," Fred mumbled and spread out a blanket in the shade.

"Yeah, but just between you and me... we kinda did put an extra special surprise in Ron's lemonade," George whispered in Ginny's ear making her giggle. She shook her head in sympathy at Ron and sat down at one corner of the blanket.

"Well did you guys make a lot of food, or what? How'd you get it all to fit in here?" she asked in surprise as she lifted some salami out and placed it beside her.

"Well, we are wizards little sister in case no one ever informed you. You remember that school you get shipped to every year no doubt?" George asked her and sat down beside her. Ginny rolled her eyes and continued to pull out types of meat.

"What in the world is all that for?" Ron asked as the pile grew steadily.

"Well, we couldn't exactly remember everyone's favorite type of sandwich, so we just sort of... brought a little of everything so you could make it the way you'd like," Fred explained and shrugged his shoulders.

"I thought you said you made the sandwiches!" Ron exclaimed in bewilderment.

"No, we just said making sandwiches was a difficult task. Anyway, we couldn't let you win the argument. You should be happy we didn't make them, now you don't have to worry about any tricks... I thought that's what you wanted," George answered and folded his arms across his chest.

"Okay, okay. This works then. But there is enough here to feed every ministry employee," Ron stated and took a bite out of a pickle.

"True, but we didn't know who would be here. It's just us I guess," Fred said and began to snack himself.

"Well, they're working dad pretty hard at the ministry lately and that's nothing unusual. Plus, Percy the Weasel won't be coming to any picnics anytime soon if ever again. You know Charlie is only going to be at the order for a few days in July, and Bill is off with Fleur in France for some kind of convention," Ginny mentioned and leaned up against the trunk of a tree.

"Hey look, mum's back!" George shouted as Mrs. Weasley made her way to the blanket.

" Ron I wouldn't drink that lemonade if I were you," Ginny whispered as Ron brought the cup to his lips. He silently thanked her and emptied the glass behind him. Not surprisingly, the grass grew at a rapid rate and soon towered over him.

"Fred! George!" Mrs. Weasley cried and gave the twins the evil eye. Ron screamed as a gnome came rustling out of the tangled mess behind him and tumbled over his head.

"You stupid, ugly thing!" Ginny yelled and went running after the creature through the garden.

"Ginevra! Oh look at this mess!" Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh and pulled out her wand. In an instant the blanket was straightened out again and the grass had returned to its normal size. Unfortunately, she had also hit the tree behind it which was now the size of an acorn.

"Shades gone," George said sadly as he examined the tiny thing. Ron began to laugh as Ginny went running past.

"Get back here! I want you out of this backyard!" she hollered and dove for the gnome. It squealed in fear and covered its big head with its puny arms.

"Gotcha!" she said proudly as she hurled it out of the yard.

"Now that you're done with your wild goose chase, do you think you'd like to come have lunch?" Ron asked her, an amused smirk on his face.

June 26 continued..

 Today was pretty abnormal. We spent the whole day with the twins and they actually weren't causing much trouble. Aside from the whole lunch fiasco (which I will explain later) things went pretty great. Fred took me into the quidditch supplies store and bought me a new pair of gloves. I wore out the old pair pretty quick being a keeper and all. Those quaffles really do a number on the things when they're flying at you so quickly. George bought mum a few things for the house, she was nearly in tears. It's about time someone in this family made a bit of money. Mum really deserves it, and Fred and George are probably the ones who owe her the most! Or should I say, they owe Harry? They don't think I know how they got that money to start their shop, but I'm not as stupid as I look. Harry's triwizard money didn't suddenly disappear, and Fred and George didn't magically get a cheap deal on a store in Diagon Alley of all places! But mum doesn't seem to quick to question it, so I let it be for the time being. Maybe even forever, if a secret can last that long. If my secret about Hermione is any indication, they can last a pretty good amount of time! You would think she'd be able to notice how strange I act around her, but I guess maybe now she's used to it? She thinks I'm just a mumbling fool. I guess I'm lucky just to keep her as a friend, I wasn't exactly the most supportive person in the world when it came to things like SPEW I mean, lets face it... it's a crazy idea and no house-elf is ever going to want to be free like that, but she really believed in it and I laughed at her. I am a git.

Lunch as I mentioned before was really crazy. First I made mum upset by mentioning Percy, then my lemonade made the grass grow ten feet tall, then Ginny chased after a gnome like a lunatic. It was all highly amusing, and it made for a good day I think. Except Dad was pretty peeved when he heard that Ginny had trampled over some of the flowers mum just planted, and was pretty upset about missing the Fred and George shopping spree.

I'm thinking about sending Harry an owl soon. I usually send him more during the summer, but I've just been worried about how he'll interpret everything I say. Now that he's lost Sirius, I don't think he's taking things very well. Being at the Dursleys is probably driving him crazy. Well, I can't concentrate any more! Mum is listening to some bloody drama on the wizarding network and it's fogging up my brain. Quite like being back in divination again. I predict that by the end of the summer, Harry will have grown a mustache! Haha. Off to bed now!

Ron climbed into bed and shut his eyes. And as he drifted off to sleep, he fell into another dream.

"I'm worried about Harry. I mean, he's not taking this whole Sirius thing too well, is he?" Hermione asked. Ron could hardly pay attention to what she was talking about when she was standing in front him in a sun dress.

"Uh, no. He really hasn't been taking things to well. I haven't written him since we first went off for summer holidays. I'm not so sure he'll take anything I say the right way," Ron admitted and plopped down onto a blanket spread out on the ground.

"Wait! We should get rid of the gnomes first!" Hermione yelled and grabbed a twig off the ground.

"What in the world?" Ron mumbled as she took of running. He watched her closely as her dress flowed behind her. He shut his eyes tight and shook his head before standing up. Hermione was now circling the garden and letting out some sort of battle cry.

"Put these on!" Hermione shouted throwing his new quidditch gloves at him.

"What? No! These are brand new! You've gone absolutely mad. Lets just go back and have a nice chat under the tree." Ron suggested and took her hand. She sighed and followed behind him, sitting nicely beside him and a large picnic basket.

"There's enough here to feed every house-elf at Hogwarts! Too bad its summer," Hermione said with a sigh and folded her hands on her lap. Ron opened his mouth to say something about how silly she was being, but quickly bit his tongue.

"Too bad the house-elves can't be free," he added and blushed when she looked at him admiringly.

"Pickle?" she asked. Ron stared at her curiously and shrugged.

"Um, sure," he replied and began to take it from her, but Hermione stopped him. She slowly brought the pickle to his lips and he opened his eyes in alarm. He took a bite and Hermione smiled as she placed it back down on the blanket. Ron gulped.

"Um... it's... really nice out... today. Perfect day for a picnic..really,"he stuttered and wrung his hands.

"Yes, it's fantastic, but hot! I'm so thirsty!" Hermione said and licked her lips. Ron shivered and handed her a glass of lemonade. She smiled and slowly brought the cup to her lips. Ron watched her intently.

"Hermione? I think you look beautiful...here...right now.." Ron struggled to say. Hermione took his hand and Ron closed his eyes. He leaned in to kiss her, and quickly stole a glimpse at her sexy red lips. Her big swollen red lips. Her gigantic and continuing to grow to an unnatural size red lips...

"Oh my god, Hermione!" Ron shouted and leaped back.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Hermione asked and stood up slowly.

"You.. I can't.. I have to...ahh!" Ron shouted and ran as fast as he could back to the burrow. He was going to clobber Fred and George.

Off in a muggle home, Hermione woke up panting. She glided off her bed and into slippers and rushed to find a quill. She had to tell someone what was going on, and it couldn't be any of the Weasleys. Late at night, Hermione Granger sat at her desk and began her letter to Harry Potter.

Dear Harry,

France is better than ever this year. I've thought about you, Ron, and all the others at Hogwarts all summer. I wish you could be here with me now. I bet someday, when the Dursleys are off your back for good, the three of us will take a fantastic vacation. Maybe somewhere exotic, and we'll buy you a nice looking bird to remind you of Snuffles. I know its been hard for you Harry, but he'd want you to remember the happy moments of his relationship with you.

I heard Fleur and Bill are here. Excellent decision on their part. I'm sure Bill will be able to give Ron more vivid descriptions than I can about the area. At least, he'll probably talk about something Ron's more interested in, veelas. Apparently they'll be visiting her family soon, and you can bet how interesting that will be.

I bought you a new brand of broom polish while I was at a wizarding shop the other day. It was the first time my parents decided to go to a magical community while I was off for summer holidays. They said that it was time they learned a bit more about my lifestyle. I told them all they really needed to know was how well taken care of I am. I know you'd never let anything happen to me Harry, and Ron and I will always be there for you.

I've decided to let you in on a secret of mine, maybe to give you something to snicker about as you read this by flashlight. I have been having dreams about Ron. It's quite fascinating really, but also a bit crazy. It's the second night in a row I've felt a bit.. odd. I know I've liked Ron for awhile, but... it seems a bit different now. I can't believe I'm telling you all this, but I guess it's time you knew something else about me than I can read a book Harry.

Don't let the Dursleys ruin your holidays. We all miss you and love you and can't wait to see you. Take care of yourself, I know you can.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

Hermione tucked the letter underneath her lightweight jacket to send to Harry when she could find and owl. The she unfolded her sheets, and went back to sleep again.