Hello again, gentle viewers. Ha always wanted to be in a situation where I could say something like that… or type. Ok anyways these first couple chapters are going to be a little angsty, but that will pass eventually. This is a Hermione/Fleur fic so…yeah.

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Smurfiekins89: Thanks for the feedback. I'll remember the mum thing next time. I actually didn't even realize it, even though I read tons of stuff by English authors. I'm also from the States so it really didn't occur to me.

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kendra is cheese: Hope you like the update. Sorry I hadn't for a while b/c I got a little involved in writing my novel.

Ch. 2 Unexpected Visitor

Just as Ron had said in his letter, Mr. & Mrs. Weasley arrived at the Granger's doorstep about noon on Monday. Hermione was glad to see that they had driven there instead of floo powder, anything to delay her stay at Grimmauld Place.

"Hermione dear, how are you?" asked Mrs. Weasley after giving her a bear-sized hug. She had obviously noticed Hermione's unkept appearance. Her hair, which had tamed considerably over the years, looked much like it did in her first year. Her eyes looked weary and the bags, which had taken residence under them due to many sleepless nights. Her overall expression was blank giving the impression that she'd much rather be somewhere else.

"I'm alright considering the circumstances," Hermione answered, noting the concerned tone in her voice. At the moment Hermione really didn't feel like hiding her depression, maybe in a couple days she would, but defiantly not now.

"Well… um… Shall we get going then?" asked Mr. Weasley, a bit unnerved by Hermione's appearance. She nodded, while handing her bags over to Mr. Weasley and getting into the car without a second glance at her parents. Most of the ride was spent in an awkward silence, which was occasionally broken by Mr. or Mrs. Weasley only to be smothered by Hermione's cold replies.

About an hour later they arrived at Grimmauld Place. As per usual, the painting of Mrs. Black screamed at the newcomers. Ron was the first to greet her when she arrived, and clearly overlooked her bedraggled appearance. Harry was next, giving her a small hug before hastily departing. Then the twins, with matching hugs and smiles to boot. And last was Ginny, the only other girl in the house.

"Hermione, I missed you," she whispered, encircling her with her arms.

"You too," she replied after a couple seconds, and then returned the hug. It lasted a little longer than needed, which only meant that Ginny had defiantly noticed her appearance. After a few more seconds they broke apart.

"So, we'll just take your things up to your room then," said Fred, while grabbing one end of her trunk, as George grabbed the other. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were left standing in a fairly uncomfortable silence.

"Thank god you're finally here, Hermione. I already have some good ideas on how to get Harry out of his shell a bit. Maybe get him to really have a conversation with us," Ron suggested hopefully.

"Ronald, perhaps you should open you eyes and really look at the world for a change. I think then there is a small chance that you'll realize why neither of us want to have fun lighthearted conversations with you," Hermione snapped her tone cold, almost seething.

Ron stepped back a pace as if he was physically struck, with a dumbfounded expression hanging limply on his face. Ginny looked fairly shocked, but concern quickly took its place. With one last death look at Ron, Hermione trudged up the stairs, but paused when she heard Ron call her name.

"Yes Ronald?" she asked impatiently, looking at the top of the stairs.

"Where are you going, you just got here," he said, his voice strained.

"I'm going to my room Ronald, where the hell did you think I was going?" she answered bitterly. And with that she climbed the rest of the stairs. She was dimly aware that both Fred and George had heard her little spat but didn't really give a shit. When she reached her room she immediately started unpacking.

"Hermione what is going on?" Ginny asked softly when she stepped into the room.

"Nothing. I just arrived and I didn't feel like embarking on a meaningless mission to try and cheer the famous Harry Potter up," Hermione stated simply.

"That isn't what is bugging you is it?"

"Gin, drop it. I have no intention of speaking about this at the moment, so leave it!" Hermione huffed throwing a couple books on her bed.

Just before Ginny was about to press the matter, Mrs. Weasley called for them to come downstairs.

"Yes mum?" Ginny asked when she got to the kitchen.

"It seems as though we have another visitor," she said while pointing to a familiar platinum blonde.

"Fluer," she said while nodding. Seconds later Hermione entered the room, but stopped dead in her tracks on seeing Fleur.

"Hermione. It is nice to see you again," Fluer said greeting her with her patented smile, which caused a collective sigh in the room.

"Fuck me!" Hermione sighed, and glared at the unexpected visitor.