Yo! I'm back again, and hopefully shall put at least one new chapter before I go on holiday tomorrow. Thank you to everyone who reviews as always, you guys make it all worthwhile!

HGW- I don't deserve all these loyal reviewers really! Although I am v v touched that you think I do! Thank you as always!

Kandie-spirit-dragon- yes, it is a h/twins fic! Well done! If you decide to read it all, hope you enjoy it!

Eratosthenese- Glad to see someone who likes French people! I liked Fleur so much in Book 4, she was sassy, v cool. And I love the French accent so I hope the writing shows her to be French and not Russian or something! Enjoy!

Pixieballerina- KRUM? Come on, how could that be Krum? Ah well, does that mea I've given it away? Never mind! Sorry, Krum just really annoys me!

Doodleflip- are you psychic? Or am I just completely unsly? Never mind, hope you like!

And I also realised I haven't put my disclaimer in for a while so I shall do it now 

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, rien, zilch, zipall, nichts, niente, niets, ничто, ingenting, or any other language you want to put it in. All my writing is owed to the prowess and genius that is Ms. J. K. Rowling.

Sorry this is a bit of a boring chapter, I'll try and think of something more interesting next time! Am thinking of starting a L/J fic soon. Please tell me if you approve! Luv y'all! R xxx

Hermione lifted her head off the pillow in shock. She hadn't heard anyone come in and turned her head quickly to find the source of the voice. Standing in the doorway was a tall, willowy young woman with blonde hair which fell down her back in a silvery sheet and eyes the exact colour of forget-me-nots. And indeed, this woman was a little hard to forget, especially as men fell at her feet like dominos!

'Fleur!' cried Hermione, getting up, brushing herself off and giving the woman a big hug. 'How are you? We haven't seen you for absolutely ages! How have you all been?'

'We 'ave been very well, sankyou. Eet is good to be back 'ere, we 'ave been away a very long time.' This statement took Hermione back to the last summer she had stayed here almost an entire year ago. Bill had come home, announcing he and Fleur were to be married that autumn. Mrs Weasley had cried tears of joy for about three days running out of pure joy and Ron had remained very quiet for reasons known to many!

'It has been a long time,' said Hermione. 'How was the wedding? I'm sorry we couldn't come, what with school and everything.'

'Eet was ze best day of my 'ole life! I was so 'appy.' Fleur smiled at the younger girl. 'And we 'ave annuzer surprise for you all.'

'What? What is it?'

'Bill, come 'ere,' Fleur called out of the room. Clearly, they had apparated upstairs, or the rest of the family would have been upstairs with the couple Hermione mused. And then Bill came into the room, hair still in it's ponytail, earring hanging from one ear and dragon skin boots in place.

'Alright Hermione?' Bill grinned as he gave a huge hug, almost lifting her off the floor.

'Heya! How've you been then? And what's this big secret Fleur was telling me about?' Hermione babbled at the man who she'd had a crush on two years before. Fortunately that had died down otherwise there would have been real trouble.

'Ah, hang on. You look great by the way,' Bill smiled as he leant out of the room.

'Thanks, I... Oh wow!'

For Bill had pulled into the room a pram and in it lay a tiny baby with a shock of bright blonde hair and tiny freckles lying on its cheeks. The baby stirred in its sleep, rolling over and clenching its tiny fists.

'Oh Bill... Fleur... I... wow,' Hermione breathed looking at the tiny child. 'What its name? Well, actually I suppose I should ask if it's a boy or a girl!'

'Eet is a girl, and 'er name eez...'

'Well, actually, her name's Hermione, Hermione,' said Bill looking at her anxiously. 'We just love the name, and we know how much you like babies too... you... you don't mind do you?'

'Mind?' breathed Hermione faintly. 'Of course I don't mind!' and without warning she burst into tears, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to wake the tiny girl. 'S-sorry,' she stuttered,' I- I've just had a bit of a bad day... actually holiday. I- it's just the best thing to have happened all summer!' and smiling weakly, she hugged the proud parents and sat down on her bed and sobbed quietly into her hands.

Bill and Fleur sat down on either side of her, each offering a friendly shoulder to cry on.

'Look', said Bill quietly, 'I don't know what's happened to you this summer but let us go down to see Mum and Dad and then we'll have a big DMC with you afterwards with plenty of chocolate and as much crying as you need to do, Ok?'

'That sounds great,' Hermione said faintly. Bill kissed her on the top of the head, Fleur kissed her on the cheek and they left the room with the baby Hermione to go and see the rest of the family.

After a couple of minutes and a shriek from Fleur as she, as Hermione suspected, put her foot through the trick step, she heard shrieks of joy and happiness, reminiscent of the last summer and she smiled. At least they came with good news to liven the family up a bit. Maybe this would unite them again. Or maybe not...

Three days later, not only were Fred and George not talking to each other, they were now not talking to Ron. Bill had asked Ron to be Godfather to the little girl, along with his best friend from school, Greg Jenkins, and Fleur's sister Gabrielle who had joined the group two days after Bill and Fleur arrived. Consequently, the twins were suffering from a severe bout of jealousy, despite agreeing with their older brother that they would be a terrible role model for their little niece who would probably kill her parents by the age of six if under their influence. This didn't stop them being angry that Bill had picked Ron instead. Ron had been really happy when asked and accepted at once which had kept him in a good mood for the full three days which, as George pointed out, was a first that summer.

Hermione had spilled out everything that had happened so far to Bill and Fleur who had listened patiently and given her some of the best advice she could have wished for, better than a mirror or a diary.

'Well, what I can do Hermione, is to find out what everyone feels on the subject, without mentioning that you wanted to know, if you like,' said Bill.

'Yes, I would do zat if eet were me in zat situation,' added Fleur. And after much coaxing and persuasion, Bill said he would do it as slyly as possible, so as not to arouse any suspicion.

'Thanks guys. I really appreciate it you know,' Hermione thanked them.

'No probs,' said Bill getting up and walking towards the door. 'I think I'll tackle Ron first, seeing as I'm now in his good books!' and grinning, left the room.

'I sink I will go and see 'ow 'ermione eez. Are you going to be okay?' asked Fleur.

'I'm fine, thanks. You're a real help you know? Thank you.'

'You are very welcome,' and Fleur left too.

As Hermione lay back down on her bed, imagining a world where it had all been sorted out and everyone was happy, a small knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

'Hello?' she asked.

And into the room strolled George who walked over to the bed, sat down on the end of it and looked at her very hard.

'Hi,' he said blankly, still staring very hard at her.

'Hi,' said Hermione, not quite able to meet his gaze, looking at her fingernails, then at her feet crossed beneath her, then at her duvet cover. 'Look, George, I-'

'If you are going to mention anything about a certain party, a certain twin of mine or anything related, I don't want to hear about it.'

'But I-'

'I said I don't want to hear about it. All I came to say was that I forgive you and you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. We're not all mad at you... well, apart from Fred, but you know, he's just a bit of a self-absorbed git.' Hermione giggled, despite herself and immediately composed herself. 'I also wanted to thank you for fixing the kitchen,' he continued with a surprising amount of dignity. 'You saved me a lot of throwing up and near epileptic fits and for that I am truly grateful.' Hermione wondered how he managed to keep a straight face all the way through this speech when he grinned and finished with, 'And finally, I thought it my duty to inform you that the trick step had been removed because it's not safe anymore.'

'Was it ever?'

'Well, now Hermione junior has joined the family, it's not good if Fleur of Bill puts their foot through it while carrying her, and we had a near miss the other day.'

'Yeah, I was thinking about that. How does it feel to be an uncle?' Hermione asked, slightly relaxing.

'Surprisingly powerful actually. It's quite cool to think I can influence the person she will grow into. I fully intend her to be just as marauding as we were, and I shall insist that Harry gives her the map as soon as you guys have left!'

'I'm sure he won't mind.'

'So, how does it feel to have someone names after you?' he smiled. Hermione faltered,

'I cried,' she offered as explanation.

'Woah, that good huh? I'll have to insist their next kid's called George, just to see what it's like!'

'You can be so arrogant sometimes!'

'But that's why you love me. I wouldn't be me without a touch of arrogance!'

'A touch?'

'Yes, a touch. Come on, I'm not as bad as that Malfoy git... am I?' he asked hesitantly.

'Course you're not. I was only joking. No one is as bad as him.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought. Did I ever tell you about that time we bewitched a suit of armour to follow him around and kick him whenever he said the words 'my father'? That was cool.'

'No, do tell!'

'Well basically, what we did was we bewitched a suit of armour to follow him around and kick him whenever he said the words 'my father'.'

'Oh shut up! I guessed as much!'

'Brainiac!'

And so for the next two hours, George and Hermione sat in her room, chatting. Just chatting. Each felt as happy as they had after the first trick step incident and nothing happened. And they didn't mind, they were just happy to be in each other's presence, and to have someone to talk to.

Two days later, Bill visited Hermione in her room to tell her that Ron had to tell her something and that he was in the process of persuading him to do so. That evening, Ron and Hermione had a long conversation about anything and everything. Ron eventually told Hermione that he didn't like her 'that way' any more and that really, he liked the young Gabrielle who had just turned twelve. He said he was going to wait until she was a bit older to ask her out, because it might seem a bit weird otherwise. And so Ron and Hermione were back on speaking terms having resolved everything thus Harry and Ron were back to normal and Ron was a much happier person as a result.

But one person was left in the house who was not in a good mood. Fred had been as miserable as Ron had been, not even bothering with pranks anymore. Jealous of Ron, angry because of Hermione and annoyed with his mother on principle, his summer was not turning out to be a very good one. Bill had tried talking to him but to no avail.

But he was not to cheer up until a week and a half later for reasons unknown to anyone until three days after that...

Hehe another lovely cliffie or you all, not