A/n: Thanks to all my reviewers. It means a lot to me. Now the story.
"Molly, we're here," Hermione called as she walked through the Burrow's front door.
Molly Weasley poked her head out the kitchen door when she heard her daughter-in-law's voice. Molly was still the picture image of what a Mum should be, slightly overweight, big comfortable lap, and graying hair pulled into a loose bun that was already full of flyaway hairs though it was barely past nine o'clock.
"We're in the kitchen, dear. Simone, Lilly and the …" at that moment Lily came screeching into the room, "Simone! Come on! Come on! It's about time you got here, I've been here forever!" Simone looked to Hermione for permission to go with Lily to the backyard. Hermione smiled and nodded her head in consent. Lily was a little bundle of energy and the spitting image of her namesake. And when she was revved up like this she was nothing but a ball of red hair with two little emerald green dots shining out.
"Are we the last ones here, Molly?" Hermione asked as they walked to the kitchen.
"Aye, but Bill called and said you slept late and he let Simone dress herself so when you got up you'd have to redress her."
"You should have seen her. Stripes, polka dots, plaid, and solids. Thankfully I've learned how to talk her into changing."
She's your first, it's ok. But, just think, when the new one's born in a few months you'll have a lot of experience."
"How did you know?" Hermione stopped their progression to the kitchen.
"I'm old and I've had seven kids, seven children-in-law, and too many grandchildren to count. I know. I also know you don't want anyone to know yet. It's almost like when you began to like Bill, very secretive."
Hermione's Memory
"Giiiiiiny! You get back here! Don't you dare go talk to Charlie, the whole house will know!"
"That's the point!" Ginny called back up the stairs.
Hermione flopped down on the bed and sighed. The only thing to do, she decided, was to find Charlie first. Then she had to convince Charlie that Ginny wasn't telling the truth. She bounced off the bed and ran down the stairs. Knowing Charlie, he's probably playing Quiditich with Harry, Ron, Fred, and George, she thought.
She ran to the makeshift pitch, praying all the way down that Ginny hadn't beaten her there. She arrived a few minutes later, horribly out of breath withan ache in her side. She bent over to catch her breath and to her horror she didn't hear the whooshing of brooms.
Hermione began pacing, not believing her luck. She usually wouldn't have cared that much if Ginny told the world she like someone, she could just deny it, but this time, this time she couldn't bring herself to lie about her feeling's for Bill. She kept pacing until she heard a rustiling of the tall grass that wasn't hers.
"Hermione? I saw you run down here and you looked panicked. Anything I can do?"
Hermione whirled around to see Bill standing in the clearing, speaking very calmly, "Yeah," she thought, "Become Snape, so I can hate you."
"Huh, Hermione? 'Become Snape, so I can hate you.' What is that supposed to mean?" Bill gave her a confused look and walked towards her.
"Oh, please tell me can read minds and I wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud."
"No, no you said it out loud. But you're not stupid." Bill smiled at Hermione who was still as red as a beet.
"Oh, good lord. Is Ginny up at the house?"
"No, she just went to Hogsmeade with Charlie."
"Great, just freakin' great."
"What did you mean by 'turn into to Snape'?"
"Oh, well, Gin's going to tell Charlie. Might as well tell you. You are the one who should know."
"And what should I know?" Bill asked, confused.
"That I like you."
"Well yeah, you wouldn't be talking to me if you didn't."
"No. You Weasley's are all a bit thick, aren't you? I like you. Like Charlie likes Kathleen, like that."
"Oh, well, that's good."
"No, it's not. Ginny knows, Charlie knows and Ginny thinks you like me, too."
"I do."
"Do what?" It was Hermione's turn to look confused.
"I said, 'I do', as in I do like you."
"No you don't, you can't. It's not possible, no. Ginny told you. That's it. She told you before she told Charlie. And you're indulging me." Hermione was jumping to conclusions and pacing back and forth again.
"If you don't sit down, you'll wear a rut in the ground. And for you information, I haven't spoken to Ginny since last night when she overheard me tell Charlie about … my …um …feelings towards you. I told her not to tell you ,but looks like she did. And it looks like Charlie and Ginny have been conspirizing to get us together."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Bill bounded to his feet and looked down at Hermione, "Well, I'm going to tell them we know abut each other's feelings and that they can stop plotting behind our backs. Are you coming? 'Mione?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Bill reached out and pulled her up. And to Hermione's surprise and delight, he didn't let go.
End Memory
"Hermione, you coming to the kitchen?" Ginny was now standing where Molly had been only a few moments before.
"Yeah, I'm coming, Gin." Hermione smiled at the memory she had just reflected on.
"Good, we need someone organized in here, it's chaos with nine women all trying to cook at once." Ginny grinned at her favorite sister-in-law and turned to return to the kitchen.
"Hey, Gin?" Hermione called out.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"What? What for?" Ginny got a confused look on her face.
"Well, if you hadn't interfered, Bill and I wouldn't be together."
"You're welcome," Ginny said, and walked back into the kitchen, then coming almost automatically back through the door, "see, and you told me being nosy was rude."
Hermione laughed at her redheaded friend, "I stand corrected." With that, Hermione walked the few steps to Ginny, and together they walked into the women-filled kitchen.
A/n: Ok, that's chapter four. I hope you enjoyed. I'm thinking of making this the end, let me know what you think. Maybe a sequel? I don't know, but review and tell me what you think.
Peace and Love,
Liv
P.S. If you want, check out my other stories. It could just be me, but I don't think they're half bad.