Chapter 2: The Burrow
Hermione ran to her closet, pulled out her wand, and put out the growing fire on her robe. She sighed. Great, she thought, now Ron knows. She ran about her room, pulling her Hogwarts things into her trunk, and then hit her head hard with her hand.
"Duh. I'm a fucking witch." She used to wand to pack the rest of her things, and then levitated her large trunk. She galloped downstairs, her trunk following after her in and eerie way, barely off of the ground.
"Ready," Ron heard Hermione say, who was brushing her hair out of her face.
Ron smiled then took control of her trunk.
"Come on, car's parked outside," he said, grabbing her trunk. Hermione laughed.
"Got a new car, did you?" she asked, remembering the old car Mr. Weasley had bewitched in their 2nd year, when Harry and Ron had gotten into serious trouble for driving the flying car to Hogwarts, then crashing it into a large and abusive tree.
Ron nodded. "New Mustang, Dad's just bewitched it yesterday."
Hermione giggled, following Ron out of the door. She gasped outside of her door, where a beautiful red car was parked. Ron patted her on the back as her stood there, frozen.
"It's okay doll, it's just a car." Ron sniggered at her, opened the dream car's trunk, placing the large case inside, and then slamming the lid shut. Hermione got inside of the car, crying out at the sight of Harry and Ginny, who were sitting side by side, holding hands.
"Harry! Ginny! Oh gosh, I've missed you two so much!" Hermione hugged them both as Mr. Weasley nudged her, and she said, "Oh, Mr. Weasley, it's so wonderful to see you. And thank you greatly for coming to pick me up." He nodded, started the engine and drove off. He looked around to see that the street was deserted of onlookers, and then the car around them disappeared. He rose into the air and they were off.
The car dropped onto the ground and Hermione stumbled out, looking around at the familiar house known as The Burrow. She sighed, happy to be with fellow witches and wizards.
Mrs. Weasley came busting out of the house, wrapped in an apron that was painted with flowers. She embraced Hermione and smiled at the brunette upon release.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley, it's nice to see you again," Hermione said.
"It's nice to see you too, dear. Why don't you come inside and have some warm tea I have just made."
Hermione smiled and followed Mrs. Weasley inside, Ginny following her, leaving Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley to deal with Hermione's trunk.
Hermione and Ginny sat at the large wooden table, which was vacant for a change, except for Pig sitting on the edge in his cage, hooting softly. They slowly sipped their tea, watching Mrs. Weasley leave and return, cleaning up the already breaking house.
"So, you and Harry finally got together?" Hermione asked Ginny. Ginny smiled behind her cup, and nodded, going a light pink.
Hermione sighed, "About time, too."
Ron came stumbling through the door, struggling with Hermione's trunk.
"Merlin, what do you have in her Mione?"
Hermione laughed, got up from the table, and pulled out her wand. She flicked it, and the trunk levitated, relieving Ron of the pain.
"Thanks," he muttered, pouring some yea for himself. "Excited about the new term, Mione?"
She nodded, watching as Mr. Weasley disappeared behind the wall leading into the rest of the house. Harry took a seat next to Ginny. They kissed playfully, and Harry grabbed her hand, making her stand up. He led her into the hallway, up the stairs, and they disappeared behind the guest bedroom wall.
"Bet you anything they shag a million times before we go back to school," Ron said, looking at Hermione with a look of wanting.
"Ron, you naughty boy, shame on you for thinking like that." She thought about it, thinking about how much she wanted to shag a certain blonde.