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"We're here!" Ron shouted as soon as him and Hermione apparated into the Burrow. They were surprised when no one answered him, considering the number of people who were staying there. Ron took their bags up to his old room while Hermione went into the kitchen. She found Fred sitting at the table, adding together figures, probably for his business that he owned with George.
She snuck up behind him and covered his eyes. "Guess who?"
"Hermione!" Fred turned his head and looked at her. "Blimey, I didn't hear you come in. Let me take a look at you." He stood and cast her an appraising look that made her blush. "I see why Ron never wants to come home. BUSY he told us." He winked at her.
"Shuttup! Stop. How are you?" Hermione asked, giving him a big hug.
"Fred, hands off my girlfriend!" Ron had come downstairs. He laughed and patted Fred on the back. "How are you, mate?"
"Fantastic. Next week George and I are going to open another store in Albania. They love their jokes. Mum said to get settled. We are going to eat out in the garden tonight. She went with Fleur and Ginny to look at invitations." Fred gathered up his parchments and followed them up the stairs. Ron's room hadn't changed at all. The Chudley Cannons bedspread was still on his bed, as raggedy as ever, and his wall was covered with Posters of the Cannons. Ron took out his wand and murmured and enlargement spell at the bed. It doubled in size.
"We will sleep there." He said, proud with himself. He lay down on the bed and stared up at Hermione. She reached into her suitcase and got out a sundress.
"Should I wear this? I'm going to take a shower." She held the dress up to her body.
"You look brilliant in it. We won't need candles to light up the yard." Ron always used corny lines on her; it was partially why she liked him so much. After showering and dressing they both went downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was there with Ginny, Harry, Charlie, Fred, George, and Fleur. Fleur looked as stunning as ever. She still wore her golden blond hair long, and her blue eyes sparkled. She greeted Ron and Hermione with a hug.
"Vell, I am so glad you are heer. Ve need all ze 'elp ve can get vith ze plans." Fleur said in her French accent. She then rushed into the kitchen. "Beel, your brozer and his girlfriend are 'ere. Come and see zem." Hermione felt a rush of hate. Ron and his girlfriend? Is that all she was? She saw a flash of red hair. Bill walked in. While Ron was simple looking, Bill was gorgeous. His red hair was still worn in a ponytail, but instead of his dragon fang earring he had on a claw. Hermione tried not to cry as he shook Ron's hand and gave her a nod. After all they had been through, all she got was a nod. He couldn't still be mad at the last letter she sent him? That had been years ago. He avoided her eyes. Her heart broke.
That's chapter three. Hope you like it. Review please. P.S. It is so hard doing Fleur's accent. If anyone has any advice, please tell me!
Pandagrrl: Yeah, I'm not one for drama. The only soap opera is Days of Our Lives. That's only because I have been watching it my whole life.