Useless notes on Millie: she is twenty-nine now. She was thirteen when Hermione and Ron were born...Fred and George were two, Percy was three, Charley was five, and Bill was seven (Ginny wasn't born yet). So that means that Millie was head girl during Bill's first year of Hogwarts. But, they were in two separate houses, so they didn't know each other. She would have been thirteen when Harry took out Voldemort. I'm assuming that James and Lily were in their twenties when they had Harry, so she would have never went to school with them, unless they were teenagers when Harry was born, which I highly doubt.
Useless notes on Nicholas: He would be thirty-one now. He didn't go to school with any Weasley's, seeing as he's two years older than Millie. (This means he was fifteen when Hermione was born, so that means he was fifteen when Voldemort went out of power.) He came from a pureblooded family, so his background is a bit different. You'll have to read later chapters to find out more on that.
On with the story:
I'm going to have a bit of Fred and Georgeness in this chapter, because who doesn't love the Weasley twins. There's a bit of implied Fred/Angelina, although she isn't in the chapter...and George is having a bit of a problem with Alicia. Maybe Lee will grace us with his presence in later chapters, because he's just as loveable as the twins. (Who ever says otherwise is a big stupidus caput!)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, except for Nix...who, I'm sorry, but she's not appearing in this chapter. I had a spur of the moment Weasley idea which ended up completely changing what I intended this chapter for...I will add what I planned for this chapter into chapter five, so nothing is lost.
The rest of the time Hermione spent at home she kept herself locked in her room, studying the books needed for her sixth year classes. Her parents would come in and try to sooth her, but she wanted nothing to do with them. The day in which she would have to enter the platform she was all too thankful for.
She had woken up around three in the morning, early enough to gather all of her bags before her parents woke up. After shoving her cat into his cage, she quietly stepped into her fireplace and flooed herself into the Weasley's house. She had owled Ron the day before to tell him she would be coming as early as possible.
Stepping out of the fireplace with her school supplies and a suitcase full of robes and weekend clothes, Hermione stepped out into the floor of the Burrow. She smiled as she noticed Ron sleeping peacefully curled up on the couch. Dropping all her items, including Crookshanks, quietly on the floor, Hermione walked over to Ron and gave him on a small kiss on his forehead.
"Wha...?" Ron opened his eyes sleepily, and smiled as he noticed Hermione standing in front of him. "What time is it?" He questioned her, sitting up groggily on the couch.
"Early enough so that I wouldn't have to deal with my parents, but too early for you to be awake. We have over two hours until everyone else will be getting up." She smiled back at him and situated herself on the couch.
"Well then, I'm going to sleep." He lay back down on the couch, pulling Hermione down with him. Within a few minutes time they were both asleep on the Weasley sized couch, cuddled up next to each other.
Sometime later Hermione's eyes slowly opened up to find a couple of identical redheads staring at her, smirking.
"So, what do we have here?" Fred or George, Hermione wasn't perfect at telling them apart, especially when she had just woken up, smirked at her with his arms folded across his chest.
"I knew they were together!" The other one responded, holding out his hand. "You owe me a galleon Fred." George turned to his brother and took a golden coin out of his pocket, ignoring his brother's protest.
"Hey! I was the one that said they were together!" Fred snatched his coin back from his twin brother, plus an extra one for his part of the bet.
"What are you two prats talking about?" Hermione sat up, completely forgetting about being on the couch with Ron.
"Huh?" Ron got up after the movement of Hermione. "Oh great, it's them." He glared at the twins and took his arms off of Hermione, trying to fall back asleep, although failing miserably. It was nearly an impossibly act to try to sleep when the Weasley twins were in a room with you, especially when they both were awake.
"I love you too mate." Fred grinned at him and sat down on the couch between the two, having to push both of them over to do so.
"You two are so immature." Hermione laughed at them and stood up, shaking her head slightly.
"So," George walked over to Hermione and draped his arm around her shoulder, "When did you get here?"
Hermione looked at the clock and thought about it for a few second before answering with, "About two hours ago."
"Ooo, they could've done loads of stuff in that time!" Fred grinned at his younger brother.
"Oh, shove it up your arse!" Ron pushed him away from him and stood up to walk towards Hermione.
"See, he's denying it George, it must be true." Fred laughed and ran over to his twin brother, putting his arm across Hermione's other shoulder. The weight of them both on her caused her to falter slightly, but Ron ran over to her to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Wait, I don't see any blushing. Maybe you're wrong dear brother." George patted his twin on the shoulder and shook his head.
"Me wrong?" Fred put his hand to his chest and faked hurt as he stuck out his bottom lip into a pout.
"Why don't you go bother Angelina or something Fred?" Ron hissed at his brother and let go of Hermione reluctantly.
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me!" Fred's grin widened as he dashed out of the room and his steps were heard as he ran upstairs.
"Aww, why'd you have to remind him?" George plopped himself down on the couch and folded his arms across his chest glaring at Ron.
"You are so immature." Ron rolled his eyes and looked over at Hermione.
"George, what's wrong with Fred seeing Angelina?" Hermione walked over to him and sat down next to him, dragging Ron along with her.
"Because, Hermione, she's living in an apartment with Alicia!" He whined, knowing that her name alone would be enough for Hermione to understand.
"When was the last time you talked to her?" Hermione rolled her eyes, smiling slightly.
"She came into my shop the day after school ended." He glared, remembering the encounter with the brunette Chaser.
"I'm assuming it didn't go well?" Hermione grinned, remembering the way their relationship was while they were still attending Hogwarts.
"Don't remind me!" George fumed at the thought of it.
"Well, you know it's all your fault, right?" Hermione laughed as she got up from the couch and walked over towards her cat.
"My fault?" George screamed at her. It seemed like Arthur Weasley was the only one in the family who didn't have that temper, because every other Weasley she met sure did.
"Yes, your fault. You shouldn't have gone and flirted with that Hufflepuff."
"What are you talking about? Why would that have bothered her, we weren't a couple or anything." George leaned back on the couch, trying to figure out what Hermione was getting at.
"That's not what I heard from her." Hermione picked up Crookshanks, sitting down on the floor in front of the fireplace.
"Okay, now I really need to know what are you talking about?" George looked at her, and then to Ron for some sort of help.
"Keep me out of this!" Ron put his hands up and ran out of the room, "I'm going upstairs to finish packing."
"I was told by her that you two had kissed, is that true?" Hermione kept her cool, as she saw George blush for the first time, she suppressed her laugh amazingly well.
"We might have." George shifted his eyes nervously around the room. "What's that got to do with this."
"Are you telling me that you would just kiss any girl?" Hermione looked at him doubtfully.
"I might!" He folded his arms across his chest and looked at the ceiling.
"Not the way you did with her I bet." Hermione chuckled and looked away from him.
"How do you know?" He glared at her while grinding his teeth.
"Are you trying to tell me that the kiss you shared meant nothing?"
"Um, well..." He stuttered, not able to keep eye contact with the brilliant girl dating his youngest brother.
"So, are you saying that you were leading Alicia on, and you have no feelings for her at all?" Hermione asked him as he kept his eyes focuses on the floor.
"That's not true!" George protested, but then stopped himself after he caught what Hermione had just done.
Hermione caught George blushing again and didn't stop herself from laughing. "There you go."
"Crap, I messed up big time!" George ran out of the room and up to his, so he would hopefully find a way to apologize or something of that sort to Alicia.
Hermione rose from her spot when she saw Mrs. Weasley enter the room.
"I'm so sorry." She cooed at the confused teenager, and brought Hermione into a giant bear hug.
"Okay?" Hermione hugged her back, but he face carried a look of confusion.
"Ron told me about your parents." Mrs. Weasley informed Hermione after sensing the lack of comfort in Hermione's voice.
"Oh that," Hermione sighed, wishing that Ron would've keep his big mouth shut, "It's nothing really. They're just a little over protective at times."
"If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here." Mrs. Weasley bought her into one more embrace before letting her go and patting her slightly upon her head.
"Thanks." Hermione grinned at her as her boyfriend's mother left the room to gather everyone up into the car for the trip to the station, leaving Hermione to laugh at the strange but loving family that Ron had been graced with being born into.
