A/N: I apologize to all of you who have been following my other writing; I just am having a huge writer's block, and ran out of summer time to write it. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: Everything in this fan fiction has been used in someone else's story, so I apologize if you were the original owner of this plot, but of course, none of this would be possible without the brilliant J.K. Rowling. She is so bloody brilliant.

Hermione held the letter in her hand. Inside, it read:

Mione,

Hope your summer has been going well. Harry's due anytime now, and Ginny needed some company, so I though I'd just drop you an owl inviting you to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. We'd all love to have you. Send your reply via Pig, and Fred and George will come get you.

Your pal,

Ron

Hermione flopped back onto her pillow with a sigh. Why did she suddenly feel so relieved over getting a letter from Ron? She had been anticipating this letter all summer, and seeing Pig in her room after breakfast that morning had made her want to squeal with delight. Just the thought of her old chum made her smile. She rolled over and read the letter again. And again. Ron. She looked at his name and smiled. Ronald Weasley. Hermione Granger. Mrs. Ronald Weasley. Mrs. Hermione Weasley. Hermione shot up, immediately erasing the thought of them from her mind. "No, no, no!" she mentally scolded herself. She and Ron were just friends. That is it. Her, and Ron, and Harry. The Trio. "Anyways," she thought again with a grim smile. "What would he see in me anyways?"

Hastily, she scribbled a reply back that it would be great for Fred and George to pick her up the next morning. She picked it up, and read it.

Ron,

I'd love to come to the Burrow to stay for the rest of the summer. My mum and dad have been anticipating my leave for a while now, so they will have no problems with my leaving. If Fred and George could come tomorrow to pick my up, it would be greatly appreciated.

Love,

Hermione

"Wait…" she thought. "Does that make it seem like I've been really excited to see him? Frustrated, Hermione sealed the letter, attached it to Pig, and opened the window. Pig flew out, and Hermione rested her arm onto her window ledge, watching Pig's silhouette. "Better get packing." she told herself, and quietly shut her window

In Hermione's dream, she was sitting in a rocking chair, reading. There suddenly came a knock at the door. "Tap, tap, tap." "What do you want?" Hermione mumbled. No answer. "Tap, tap, tap." "What do you want?" Hermione grumbled louder. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as Hermione's window flew into her room and shattered. The twins were standing in her bedroom. Breathing heavily, Hermione realized that Fred and George were standing in her bedroom, and she was dressed only in a tank top and shorts. "What the bloody hell do you think you were doing?" Hermione scolded.

Fred and George looked innocently at her. "Honestly, Hermione, you should get some stronger windows." replied George.

Hermione looked at the twins, then to the window, to the window frame (where a car had suspended itself in mid-air) and back to the twins. She laughed. "Alright," she giggled. Let me get dressed, then you can take me." The twins exchanged glances.

"You are dressed," replied Fred. "And besides, if I have to listen to Ron mope about because the 'Trio isn't complete', then I think I'll hex myself into eternity."

"Me and you both, brother." answered George. "Therefore, Miss Granger, we will have to take you, clothed, or, well, pajamad." George blushed. Hermione sighed, scribbled a note to her parents on her whereabouts and that her window had broken, and started for the bathroom. "Oh no you don't!" cried Fred. With that, George picked up Hermione, Fred grabbed her trunk and a very disgruntled Crookshanks, they both deposited their possessions into the car, and drove away.

Hermione gaped at them when they had gone above the clouds. "You just practically kidnapped me!" she exclaimed.

"No," replied Fred. "Kidnapping usually involves a sack of some sort, and a ransom note."

"You broke into my room, dragged my from my bed, seized my belongings, and threw me into a bloody flying car!"

"May I remind you that that neither involved a sack, nor any 'roughhousing', and that you happened to write the only note, and that was to you parents to tell them where you were going." replied George, thickly, as he was munching on a Cauldron Cake. "Cauldron Cake?" he offered.

Hermione shook her head. Fighting this battle with the twins would be useless. They were used to arguing with Ron, and that was like trying to convince a deaf man that a piece of music was beautiful. He would just nod his head robotically, with that far away look in his eyes, and smile. Completely useless, in Hermione's opinion.

"Can you at least drop me at Ginny's window, please?" Hermione pleaded. She did not want to be seen looking like this by Ron.

George gave her an odd look. "Why? Mum won't mind, Dad's not home with Charlie and Bill yet, and the only people in the vicinity of the house are Harry, Ginny, and Ron." "We don't count, because we've already seen you." commented Fred, with a little laugh. "Besides, Hermione, Ginny doesn't have a window."

Hermione laid her head against the car window and sighed. There was the Burrow, right ahead. That meant that she would see Ron very soon. Unfortunately, it would probably mean her meeting her in her pajamas.

"Miss Hermione Granger," announced George. "May I welcome you to The Burrow?"

And with a bumpy landing, the twins pulled the car into the driveway of The Burrow.

A/N: First chapter, please read and review! (I have the right to laugh at your flames!)