Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.(or lack thereof).JK Rowling owns everything else, except for the awesome song, Stand By Me, whom I am crediting to John Lennon.or whoever wrote it.any way, it's not mine.

Author's Note: It has been brought to my attention that EVERYONE uses Anne or Ann or Anna as Hermione's middle name. So, I am trying to think of a name that will go with Hermione.I was thinking something like Christine, or maybe Leigh? I can't change it if I have nothing to change it too.so.If anyone has a suggestion, please don't hesitate to RR. I love hearing from you guys! Sniff* you make this all worthwhile. I have enjoyed the comments, and seeing as this is my first fanfic I am in need of all the constructive criticism you can muster, so keep those reviews rolling. This chapter will be longer, better, and much more interesting than the last, that was just an introductory chapter. It will get better, I swear!! Without further adieu and no more gilding of the lily, I give you.

Double Trouble

Chapter Two

"Ahem." George dropped Hermione's hand, a look of surprise and guilt flitting across his face to be pushed aside by a blush that rivaled his brilliant hair. He hadn't realized he had still been holding onto her hand, he'd been too lost within his own musings to really pay attention to anything else.

George's dark hazel eyes held her cinnamon ones for a moment, and then he turned away, letting Harry and Ron at their best friend. The two boys' jaws dropped as they took their first full look at the new, and improved, Hermione Granger.

"Mione!" Harry was the first to speak, able to recover from the shock faster than Ron. "You look.Incredible!" Ron just nodded, still not recovering enough to use his voice. "What happened?"

Hermione smiled self consciously, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her light gray shirt and blue jean skirt. "My cousin, from America, came to visit for a few weeks. She insisted that I 'Grow Up'. She took me out to get my hair professionally styled, and then on a shopping spree.I had to admit. It was fun." Indeed it was, she thought to herself, it was kind of tiring hiding in all those baggy clothes. Lavender and Parvati, eat your heart out. Hermione smirked. The thought of her two giggly roommates always brought a smile to her face. Even though she found them kind of annoying, they were really nice girls, if a little too flirty.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley walked in the room. "Oh, Hermione, dear. You've made it." She smiled. "It's so good to have you."

"Thank you, it's wonderful to be here." Hermione replied politely, then her brow furrowed. "George told me you all went to Diagon Alley. How'd you get there? I know you didn't floo."

Ron grinned, "Well, you see, Dad came across another car. A regular muggle car." He hastened to add, seeing the look on Hermione's face. "Mum wanted to take it for a drive," He gave his mother a sideways glance, "It seems like ever since Dad got the car, we can't get Mum away from it."

Mrs. Weasley glared at her youngest son, but then smiled. "I need something to take my frustration out on." She looked pointedly at the twins, who were once again united at the hip and watching the reunion with barely suppressed amusement. "It's been hard enough trying to get Fred and George back into Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded, she well remembered that horrid Umbridge woman and the Weasley Twin's great escape. It had been one of the most spectacular displays she had ever seen, and even Peeves had been impressed. Even her prefect status hadn't kept her from reveling in the little charade, anything to get under that-that woman's skin.

Unconsciously, she reached her hand up and touched the place on her chest where the curse the Deatheater had sent at her had struck her, a movement that was not lost on anyone in the room. It was probably at that moment there in the Department of Mysteries, Hermione had realized that she could possibly die at the hands of Voldemort, and that she was in danger because she was a friend of the Famous Harry Potter. The thing that disturbed Ron and Harry the most though, was the fact that she even refused to speak of what had happened to her. Ron and Harry had both talked to Dumbledore and others about what had happened there in the Department of Mysteries, as had the rest of the group. All but Hermione.

"Mione?" Harry's soft voice snapped her back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She murmured, "I, uh, need to get my stuff upstairs."

"Harry and I'll get the trunk, Mione, you get your book bag and Crookshanks' cage." Ron walked over, grabbing one end of the trunk, waiting for Harry to grab the other. Hermione was already on her way up the stairs to the room she would be sharing with the youngest Weasley.

Hermione entered the room, placing her stuff on the purple bed that would be hers for the next month. Ron and Harry stumbled into the room, huffing and puffing. "Gods Hermione! What's in this? A dead body?!?" Ron's breath came in gasps as he and Harry both dropped the trunk and collapsed on Ginny's bed.

Hermione smiled, "No. Just some light reading."

Ron looked like a fish, his mouth opening and closing, while Harry just laughed.

"Oh, where's Ginny? And Harry, how did you convince Dumbledore to let you spend the whole summer here at the Burrow?"

"Ginny's at a friends house." Ron answered the first question, then looked at Harry, who had become silent.

"I had been at the Dursley's for maybe a week when Dumbledore appears, out of the blue, and tells me to get ready, I was leaving and never coming back. He brought me here to the Burrow, and when I asked him about it, all he did was smile with that twinkle in his eye. It was something about Sirius' last wish though, I know that for sure." Harry took a deep breath. It still hurt to think of Sirius, of the godfather he had finally gotten to know, of one of the two men that had known his father so well. Now, there was only Remus. The last Marauder.

Ron grimaced. "Let's talk about something a little happier!" and soon the three friends were recounting their summers, and talking about anything else that came to mind.

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"So Fred, dearest brother, what was it that Angelina wanted that was so important." George watched the infamous Trio make their way upstairs, then turned to face his mirror image. Fred's eyes had gone stony at the mention of his girlfriend.

"She just needed to tell me something." Fred sighed heavily.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon, tell me." George was curious now. What had been so important that Fred couldn't even share with his own twin?

Fred glared at his twin. "Fine. If you have to know shebrokeupwithmeforOliverWood." He finished hurriedly; afraid he wouldn't be able to get it out.

George shook his head, "Can you repeat that, and little slower please?"

"She broke up with me for Oliver Wood. Happy now?! Satisfied?! I'm fairly sure that's what you wanted to hear." Fred snapped at his brother, all his anger and frustration boiling over and he was taking it out on the nearest person, his twin.

George stared at Fred as if his twin had grown a second head. "Why would she go and do that for?" He spoke without even thinking.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because he's got so much money now. But that's just peachy because I don't need her. I don't need anyone." Even as Fred said these words, he knew it wasn't true. He had been dating Angelina for nearly two years, and now he had forgotten what it was like being so alone.

George hated seeing his brother so hurt, but it was nice to have him back.

"George, Fred, would you two set the table? Dinner's almost ready!" Molly's voice interrupted them from the kitchen. Both boys rolled their eyes and sighed.

"Yes Mother." They answered in unison.

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"Is it just me, or has it been a little too quiet since Hermione arrived?" Harry whispered to Ron at dinner. Percy was talking animatedly to Hermione, who looked like she was about to fall asleep, the twins were whispering back and forth to each other, and Arthur was telling Molly about his day.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. The twins haven't teased or tormented us since this morning." Ron's ears went red as he thought of breakfast. He had received an owl from Lavender, and the twins had pranced about the kitchen singing 'Ickle Ronnie's got a letter' to the top of their voices.

"I wonder why? They never resist temptation to tease us." Harry looked at Ron, his eyes full of speculation. Something told Harry, some innate sixth sense, that George was a little preoccupied, or maybe it was the not so furtive glances he was sending Hermione. Harry grinned mischievously. "Ron, if I didn't know better.I'd say that George fancies Hermione."

Ron laughed, "I know, when we walked in, I thought they were going to kiss."

"D'you think it goes both ways then?" Harry asked, leaning forward slightly.

"I'm not sure, not really, but." He trailed off as Molly got up and began clearing the table.

Hermione stood, grateful to be rescued from her boring dinner partner. "Mrs. Weasley, is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no dear, you just rest. I can get it." Molly began humming tunelessly as she whipped her wand about and the dishes began washing themselves.

Hermione nodded then decided that she wanted some fresh air. She headed toward the door that led to the spacious backyard of the Burrow. A warm summer breeze glided lazily through the night, catching hold of Hermione's hair, tugging at it playfully. She smiled slightly, looking up to gaze at the moon. A full moon, she thought, absolutely beautiful.

It reminded her of one of her favorite muggle songs, and before she knew it, she was humming it as she sat in the cool grass. "When the night has come, and the land is dark, And the moon is the only light we'll see. No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid, Just as long as you stand, stand by me."

Hermione's voice carried over the silent night, as if the world had hushed to listen to her song. She didn't even realize she had an audience as she continued singing.

"And darling, darling stand by me, Oh now now stand by me. Stand by me, stand by me, Stand by me.

If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall, And the mountains should crumble to the sea. I won't cry, I won't cry, No I won't shed a tear, Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

And darling, darling stand by me, Oh now now stand by me. Stand by me, stand by me, Stand by me.

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, Oh stand by me. I love you, my darling, stand by me."

George stood in the doorway, shocked. He had never heard anything so beautiful in his entire life. The song was amazing. He stared at her, sitting in the moonlight.

"Beautiful." He whispered, not even realizing he had said it out loud.

Fred was thinking along the same lines, as he stood behind his twin.

"Did you know she could sing like that?" Ron turned to look at Harry, and he just shook his head.

Hermione sat a few minutes more, then stood, turning to go back in. "Oh!" She exclaimed, seeing the doorway filled with boys, each of them with a look of wonder on their face.

"Um.muggle song." She said by way of explanation then fled into the house, her cheeks flaming.

George touched his hand where Hermione and he had shared that moment. She is NOT your type!!! Fred smiled. I think I know how to make Angelina jealous. For the first time that day, he was truly happy.

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A/N: Houston, I think we have a problem.heh. Whoohoo, a full six pages!!!!!!!!! Anyways, Don't forget to read and review.

Love, ~me~