A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that has replied so far! I really appreciate it! I know that this chapter is pretty short... possibly even pointless now that I think of it, but my next few chapters are a lot longer (I'm already up to chapter 11. I just don't post as often on here because it's so complicated). But maybe as soon as I get another reply or two I'll put up chapter 3.

Chapter 2: The Obvious Idea

Hermione took in her surroundings. It wasn't that she hadn't seen them before, because she had many times, it was just that she had missed them so much since her last visit here. The Burrow felt like a second home to her, and that was really important as the only other place she felt that way about was her Grandma and Grandpa Granger's house.

A pair of arms reached out and dragged her in for a bone-breaking hug. "Oh, Hermione, it's so wonderful to see you dear! I was hoping that you'd be able to come," said the some-what shrill voice that Hermione recognized as Mrs. Weasley's. Hermione stepped away from her smiling.

"It's nice to finally be here! I'm so excited; it feels like so long since I was last here. Oh my God! Ginny you look great," Hermione exclaimed as she turned to the youngest red-head. Her hair was thicker and grew a little past her shoulder, and she was wearing a form-fitting pink tank top with light blue kapris.

"Do I really?" Ginny asked excitedly, gazing at herself in a mirror that hung in the kitchen. "I wasn't sure how it looked, but I liked it. Do you think Dean will?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Ginny had changed so much the past few years, now she was into makeup, clothes, and boys, which she hadn't been too interested in before. Her latest boyfriend was Dean Thomas and Ginny was completely infatuated with him. Ron still hadn't gotten used to it, but he was starting to warm up to the idea a little more day by day. Although Ginny had a boyfriend already, she was still quite the flirt.

"He'll love it. So when exactly does Harry get here?" she asked as Ron, Fred, and George appeared in the fireplace.

"Umm, two and a half weeks I believe, possibly a bit longer," he responded. God it was wonderful to hear his voice again, she thought, to see his handsome face again. Wait! Did I just say Ron was handsome? Hermione couldn't help but stare at him. "What? Hermione, why are you staring at me like that?" Ron said as Hermione snapped to attention.

"Oh, umm, I was just noticing that you're even taller since we last saw each other," she lied quickly. At this comment she realized that he had grown ('Man he's going to be a giant,' she thought to herself), and when she looked back at him she saw that his face was even redder. Was it the comment about him being taller? No, definitely not. It was unbelievable, was she making Ron Weasley blush by just looking at him?

Mrs. Weasley was staring at the two unblinkingly, noting the clouded look in Hermione's eyes and the red tint in Ron's face.

"Well, Ron why don't you help Hermione with her bags up to her room?" Mrs. Weasley suggested.

"Of course," Ron said, realizing the obviousness of this idea.