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A/N : We're close guys! Just a little bit longer and then HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE will be ours! All ours! I'm bouncing off the walls and my mums getting mad at me for it! lol Ahhh well! Onward-

Sorry this chapter's so short but I wanted to be real evil this one last time and leave you with a sort of cliffie! Okay I know it's really really REALLY short but I wanted this chapter in it so la dee da to me! I put it in. I think it's a cute little chapter LEADING to what will happen NEXT! dun dun dun! AHH! (Please don't ask what the heck that was for cuz not even I know!) lol But enjoy!

Four Way Connection

The Burrow - Part Two

Thunder Storms and Forests

Hermione's PoV

I fiddle with the door knob at the front of the Burrow; it has started to rain rather hard now, making it just that much more difficult to open the door. Between my nerves and the slippery rain I can't get the stupid thing to turn properly. I wipe my hands on my semi-dry cloak and try again, this time turning it and kicking it open with my shoe.

'Ron?' I shout as I enter the dry entrance hall, 'RON?'

I hurry through to the living room which is completely empty, forgetting about my wet shoes, which Mrs. Weasley would probably have killed me for walking in with if she were here. I'll clean later.

'For the love of Merlin, RON!' I scream, more loudly this time than before, stomping into the kitchen with my head swimming. No one is here, where the heck did they all go? Surely they didn't leave without writing me a note.

'RON!'

I hurry up the stairs, my feet pounding, and heavy with rain. I immediately turn into Ron and Harry's room, stopping in the door way. I look around the room, which is piled with junk. Shoes, clothes, and school books are littered everywhere, an empty trunk lays upside-down. I wrinkle my nose as I try to imagine how they can possibly enjoy living in such a pig sty. The room, though filled with mess lacks what I'm looking for; my stupid git of a best friend.

I run from his room to mine and Ginny's, perhaps they're all in there. I push open the door to reveal a clean and tidy room, books stacked neatly on shelves, clothes away in drawers and trunks, and shoes lined neatly by the closet door. How different the two rooms could be, though they both had one thing in common, they were empty of inhabitance.

'RONALD!' I scream, making my way over to the bathroom, slamming my fist hard into the wood of the door. 'Come out here!' Nobody answers and I push the door open, cursing when I realize no one is in there either.

Where could they all be? This is becoming insane, are they hiding from me? Why wouldn't they have left me a note or message of some sort before leaving? Didn't they think I'd be worried to have come home to an empty house? I am home early, though, perhaps they hadn't been expecting me back so soon and thought they would be back before me? Maybe they've gone out to get some milk?

'Ron!' I yell into the complete silence. I grunt and move on to the third floor of the Burrow. Maybe they've gone up to someone else's room; Fred and George's? It's worth a try. I run up another flight of rickety stairs and poke my head into the twin's room; empty. I rush ahead, stomping hard on the wood floor as I check Charlie's room next.

'RON! Get your butt out here right - now,' I hiss as I open and close door after door, moving up each flight of stairs in turn.

Just as I reach Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's door, debating whether or not to open it; deciding against it and turning on my heels, a crack of lightening streaks through the sky. I look out the window which I can see clearly from my spot in the hall through the open door in the bathroom.

I throw my arms up in to the air and run, still fuming mad, down the two flights of stairs and back into the kitchen where I had first started my hunt. I move between the cabinets and the table and over to the door which leads out into the backyard. I throw open the door and rush out into the pouring rain, which is coming down much faster than it had been when I first arrived.

I give a small yelp as the rain drops hit my hard, like someone has dumped a bucket of ice water over me. It takes only a few seconds for me to become soaking wet, the rain falling harder and harder with every move I make. I run past the pool Mr. Weasley put in before summer started which is overflowing now, over the pavement around it. I streak down the yard, my shoes making squishing sounds as they collide with the grass below me, my hair matted and sopping wet, drops of rain flying off it as I run.

'RON!' I yell again, just as a shot of lighten, followed by an ominous crash of thunder hit.

I run over to the small forest of trees at the back of the Weasley property and into the mass of green. Between the grey clouds above and the thick, darkness of the tress it isn't as easy to see. As I stumble over a few tree roots I spot a patch of red. I stomp over to him, soaking wet and shivering either from cold or anger.

'Hermione?' he asks, confused.

I ignore the fact that we're under tall trees in a thunder storm and walk right up to him. Before I can help myself I reach up and slap him hard on the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his face and my hand. Then, again, without thinking I pull him closer to me and kiss him angrily.

I push away and hiss, 'Explain everything, NOW!'