Before we get started, I just want to put out a disclaimer:

I own nothing but the things that can't be found in Jo's fourth book. This is just my version of what would happen if Hermione and Cedric Diggory had fallen in love.

With that now said, ENJOY!

A Love to Remember

Chapter 1 - Back to the Burrow

It was a year unlike any other. Hermione was getting ready to go to the Weasley's and she couldn't be happier. It wasn't the fact that they were going to the World Cup, oh no, but the fact that she got to spend time with her friends. She hadn't seen them all summer and the thought of getting to spend time with them excited her.

"Hermione...! Are you ready sweetheart," Mrs. Granger yelled up the stairs. "The Weasley's will be here any moment!" Mr. and Mrs. Granger had grown to love the Weasley family with all their red-headed children, though they still thought Mr. Weasley a bit strange. Hermione gave one last quick look in the mirror, pleased at the way her body had grown a bit, not as much as she would have liked, but a bit. She smiled and grabbed her trunk, pulling it into the hall; she struggled to get it past the long carpet that stretched down the center of the hard wood floor in the hall. Finally getting it to the top of the stairs, Hermione stopped and panted, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist. The day was humid already and it wasn't even noon.

"Hermione, princess... do you need help," her father asked as he stood at the bottom of the stairs trying not to laugh at his daughter's effort.

"I think I can handle it, Dad," Hermione sighed as she bent down and began pulling the trunk down the stairs.

"I wouldn't do that," Hermione's father advised as he shook his head. Hermione soon found out why as she struggled to keep the trunk from running her over and flying down the rest of the steps.

"Daddy," Hermione panted as she pushed the trunk back onto the landing. "I do this every year... I think I can handle it."

"Suit yourself, then," Mr. Granger chuckled as she walked over and sat down on the couch with his wife to await the arrival of the Weasley's. Hermione went back up to the top of the steps and looked down at her trunk in frustration. 'You think for a girl of my academic achievement, this would be easy' Hermione thought to herself as she grabbed the handle of the trunk and tried pushing it down the stairs.

"What in the world," Mrs. Granger shrieked as she jumped off the couch and gaped at the fireplace which had just sprang to life and grew a few feet, tall and wide enough to stand herself and Mr. Granger in as it tossed out red-haired people, one after another. Hermione strained to see what was going on as she continued to struggle with the trunk on the stairs, managing to get it safely down three steps.

"I hope I didn't startle you," Mr. Weasley said as he stepped over his sons, Fred, George, and Ron who were lying on the floor in a pile of soot and groaning limbs.

"Get off, Ron, you prat," George grumbled as he tried to get up.

"That's not me, it's Fred... I'm the one on the bottom you know," Ron grouched back.

"Ouch, George," Fred exclaimed as his twin elbowed him in the cheek.

"Sorry, Fred," George apologized as he continued to try and disentangle himself from Ron.

"Boys, please," Mr. Weasley said as he shook his head and wiped off his hands. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger," he greeted turning to them as the boys finally got up off the floor.

"Mr. Weasley," Mr. Granger greeted back as he shook Mr. Weasley's hand and nodded to the boys.

"Where's Hermione," Ron asked as Mrs. Granger smiled at the boys.

"Oh, she's coming." Mrs. Granger had no sooner answered when there was a loud series of thuds and Hermione landed at the bottom of the stairs on top of her trunk.

"Hi," Hermione mumbled in obvious embarrassment as she stood up and brushed her hair back from her face.

"We'll get that," Fred laughed as he and George grabbed Hermione's trunk.

"I don't know why you and your mother insist on packing so much stuff," Mr. Granger sighed as he watched the twins grunt and groan their way across the living room to the fireplace with the trunk.

"It's all stuff I need, Dad...! My school books, my clothes, my new cauldron, and things like that," Hermione said in a whiny sort of way as Mrs. Granger sort of glared at her husband for his remark about how she and her daughter packed. Fred and George heaved a great exhale in unison as they dropped the trunk by the fireplace, jarring the pictures on the walls as they did so.

"Are you sure that's all stuff you need?" Ron was looking mildly shocked as he looked from the twins to Hermione who scowled slightly at him before Mr. Weasley broke the silence.

"Well, best be off, then," Mr. Weasley chuckled as he pulled a small drawstring bag from his pocket and opened it up to reveal a green, sparkling sort of crystalline powder. "Ron, you first, then Fred and the trunk. George and Hermione can follow and I'll join you in a few minutes after I disconnect the fireplace from the Floo Network." Mr. and Mrs. Granger exchanged somewhat worried looks at these words as they wondered what would happen if he didn't fix it properly.

"Welp, 'bye, then," Ron said as he waved and grabbed some of the powder from his father who lit the fire in the fireplace. Ron threw the powder into the fireplace which changed from merrily crackling orange and yellow flames to a large emerald green roaring fire. Mrs. Granger gasped and held her breath as Ron stepped in and shouted, "The Burrow!"

"It's fine, Mom," Hermione giggled as the flames gave a swishing sound and Ron disappeared. "It doesn't burn and it doesn't hurt." Mrs. Granger nodded fervently and swallowed hard as she watched Mr. Weasley help Fred stand Hermione's trunk on end in the fire before he stepped in and shouted just as Ron had. George quickly followed as Hermione hugged and kissed her parents goodbye and then stepped into the warm, tickling green flames. "The Burrow!" Hermione watched the last of her living room disappear as she realized that she would never return to her house the same, and boy was she ever right.

"Can you believe Harry's coming today," Ginny sighed dreamily as she and Hermione sat out in the Weasley's garden watching Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, chase gnomes.

"It doesn't even seem like I was here for a whole day for him to be arriving," Hermione said thoughtfully as she giggled at Crookshanks who shook from his shoulders all the way back to his bottle bush tail. "You still really like him don't you!"

"Not as much as I used to, but I do kind of still like him," Ginny replied as she and Hermione got up off the bench and headed inside to see if the Weasley boys had left yet.

"Ah, there you are, girls," Mrs. Weasley said as she stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, obviously trying to clean up the mess from lunch so that she could start dinner. "I was wondering if you would go and see if you brother Percy was going to join us for dinner. Poor child has been up in that room working all day... didn't even come down for lunch."

"But Mum! Percy's such a grouch when you bother him," Ginny protested with a whine.

"Ginevra Weasley," Mrs. Weasley said in a threatening tone as she rounded on her daughter.

"Come on, Ginny," Hermione said as she pulled Ginny to the hall and up the rickety old stairs toward Percy's room.

"Percy! Mum wants to know if you are going to come down for dinner." Ginny's voice rang throughout the house as noise was heard from in Percy's room.

"Can't get any work done in this house," Percy grumbled from behind his door before it came flying open.

"Well," Ginny asked cockily as she looked at her brother who looked anything but happy to see his little sister.

"Yes, now leave me alone! I have very important-," Percy began to yell, but Ginny beat him to the punch.

"Important work to finish for Mr. Crouch... Yes, yes, I know," Ginny hissed as she rolled her eyes and started back down the stairs. "He's such a pompous git!" Hermione shook her head and tried not to laugh as Ginny groaned. They were half way down the hall when they heard Mr. Weasley yelling.

"It isn't funny! That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-"

"Uh, oh... Fred and George must really have done something bad this time. Dad sounds really ticked off." The girls hesitated for a moment and then bravely decided to go and see what was going on.

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen questioning her husband by the time the girls got there, both standing timidly in the doorway. The girls smiled at Harry who smiled back as Ginny blushed a shade of scarlet at his return. "Tell me what, Arthur?" Hermione and Ginny knew that Mrs. Weasley was going to break into a rage soon as Mr. Weasley quit beating around the bush about telling her whatever it was he was supposed to be telling her.

"It's nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley mumbled. "Fred and George just – but I've had words with them-" The air in the room got ever tenser with each new word as Mrs. Weasley spoke again.

"What have they done this time? If it's got anything to do with the Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes-" Hermione had only just heard about this yesterday, and she already knew how mad Mrs. Weasley could get. Figuring that she best get Harry and Ron out of the room as well as herself and Ginny, she spoke up.

"Why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron?"

"He knows where he's sleeping, in my room, he slept there last time-," Ron began. This answer didn't much surprise Hermione as she knew Ron was a little bit slow to catching on to the kind of hints she was throwing.

"We can all go," she said pointedly.

"Oh, right." Much to Hermione, Ginny, and Harry's relief, Ron finally caught on.

"Yeah, we'll come too," George said as he tried to get Fred and himself out of the room as well as he felt a severe telling off coming on.

"You stay where you are!" Mrs. Weasley was definitely furious as Harry and Ron came edging quickly out of the kitchen and joined Hermione and Ginny in the hallway. Figuring that it was best to make a quick get-away, the four of them went quickly down the hall and up the stairs.

"What are the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes?" Hermione expected this question, and many more from Harry seeing as he was isolated from the wizarding world all summer. In a way she felt sorry for him, but she knew he was well able to take good care of himself with the Dursley's at least.

"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," whispered Ron. "Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that..."

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," Ginny broke in. "We thought they just liked the noise."

"Only, most of the stuff – well, all of it – was a bit dangerous," Ron said, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms... She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."

"And then there was this big row," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop." The four of them had been slowly climbing the stairs, not paying attention to anything but what Ginny and Ron were saying when they had obviously disturbed Percy who came poking his head out of his room.

"Hi, Percy," Harry greeted.

"Oh hello, Harry," Percy greeted back. "I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know – I've got a report to finish for the office – and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs."

"We're not thundering," Ron hissed with his usual hot temper setting in. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic." That's when Harry asked the question everyone dreaded.

"What are you working on?"

"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," Percy answered in a smug tone. "We're trying-," the reason was a bit of a blur to Hermione as she drowned him out. 'And I always used to think he was such a good role model' Hermione thought as she stared at the ceiling and prayed that Harry wouldn't ask anymore questions.

"Yeah, yeah, all right," Ron said as he, Harry, and Ginny started up the stairs, Hermione coming out of her daze and following closely. When they got in the room, they all slid into the room between the four beds (for Fred, George, Ron, and Harry) and sat down upon them. Hermione stared absent mindedly out the window while Ron and Harry talked about Ron's owl, Pig. Harry finally snapped Hermione from her daze when he spoke to her.

"Where's Crookshanks?"

"Out in the garden, I expect," Hermione answered. "He likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before."

"Percy's enjoying work, then," Harry asked as he sat down on one of the beds and stared around the walls at the moving posters.

"Enjoying it?" Ron's voice held a dark tone as he repeated Harry's question. "I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch... as I was saying to Mr. Crouch... Mr. Crouch is of the opinion... Mr. Crouch was telling me... They'll be announcing their engagement any day now." Hermione smiled and then pressed her lips together as she tried to keep from laughing at this comment. 'Oh, honestly Ronald' she thought. 'Percy's just really dedicated and that doesn't hurt anything!'

"Have you had a good summer, Harry?" Hermione tried to change the subject before Ron really got started on Percy. "Did you get our food parcels and everything?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot," Harry replied. "They saved my life, those cakes." Hermione was glad to hear that she was a bit of help to Harry over the summer while he went through the agonizing torture of staying with his aunt and uncle, but her good feeling went away when Ron opened his mouth.

"And have you heard from-?" Ron had forgotten Ginny was in the room as he started to ask Harry about Sirius. Hermione threw him a look that said 'Shh! no' and he quickly fell silent. Hermione and Ron were both really concerned about Sirius, but they didn't want to talk about it in front of Ginny who didn't know anything about it. 'Oh, Ron, you idiot. I hope Ginny won't get too suspicious' Hermione thought worriedly as she looked from Ron to Ginny and then to Harry.

"I think they've stopped arguing," Hermione said in an attempt to cover up the now awkward moment. "Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner?"

"Yeah, all right," Ron said as he regretted saying what he had. They left the room and were soon in the kitchen were Mrs. Weasley was bustling around, seething about the twins.

"We're eating out in the garden," Mrs. Weasley said as she noticed their presence. "There's just not enough room for eleven people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls? Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two," Mrs. Weasley instructed Ron and Harry as she pointed her wand at the potatoes in hopes of dumping them into the sink, but instead, in her rage, she had sent them shooting about the kitchen. "Oh for heaven's sake," she snapped as she pointed her wand at the dust pan. Hermione looked over at Ginny who gave a half hearted sigh and grabbed some of the plates. Hermione followed suit and followed the red-haired girl outside into the garden where Bill and Charlie were having a bit of fun.

"Watch out!" Hermione and Ginny were sitting the plates down and spun around just in time as Fred yelled at them. A table was soaring through the air, as the two of them dropped to the ground. Hermione got up, wide eyed as Ginny lay on the ground giggling. She joined Fred and George in cheering on Bill and Charlie as they made the tables fight, but Hermione didn't find it very amusing.

"Oh, honestly," Hermione sighed. "Mrs. Weasley's already in a bad mood. Imagine if she comes out and finds her two eldest sons playing around like children." Hermione shook her head as she continued to watch while Bill's table went flying at Charlie's, knocking a leg off of Charlie's table. Hermione bit down on her lip as she tried to keep from laughing, but all laughter was soon ceased as Percy poked his head out of his second floor window.

"Will you keep it down!"

"Sorry, Perce," Bill yelled back as he grinned broadly. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"

"Very badly," Percy yelled back as the other Weasley's laughed and went about what they were supposed to be doing. Hermione sighed and shook her head as she decided to go back up to the house and help Mrs. Weasley to get the rest of dinner ready.

At seven o'clock that night, everyone was sitting happily around the table in the garden, full and talking merrily. Percy and Mr. Weasley were deep in conversation, or at least Percy was deep into their conversation, Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny were arguing lightly about Bill's hair and clothes and the twins and Charlie were talking about Quidditch, a usual subject between the guys when nothing else was exciting enough for them to talk about. Hermione was beginning to feel very bored as she stared about the garden, hoping to see Crookshanks somewhere. She had given up all hope on talking to Harry and Ron because Harry had joined Charlie and the twins on their topic and Ron was still stuffing his face. When Ron had finally stopped, he looked around the table and leaned in to Harry.

"So – have you heard from Sirius lately?" Hermione's ears perked as she realized someone had finally started a conversation she could get in on, thankfully.

"Yeah, twice." Harry's voice was as soft as a pin drop as he answered, causing Hermione to lean in closer while still looking around at the Weasley's. "He sounds okay," Harry continued. "I wrote him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here." Harry stopped after this and the other two sat up straight as Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out about the table suddenly.

"Look at the time," she said. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you – you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."

"Wow – hope it does this time!" Hermione smiled at Harry's enthusiastic comment, but she was soon rolling her eyes as Percy broke in.

"Well, I certainly don't. I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." Hermione and a few others around the table sighed. 'Honestly Percy, there is a limit to how far you should take working. And you my friend, have surpassed it' she thought in slight annoyance. 'How did I ever think he was a good role model!'

"Yeah," Fred said, breaking her from her thoughts, "someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?"

"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" Hermione tried not to laugh as Percy went slightly red while trying to give his answer in a dignified as possible way. "It was nothing personal!" Hermione saw Fred lean over and whisper something to Harry and she felt that it was something personal and that the twins had something to do with it. She shook her head as she rose from the table and followed Ginny inside, up the stairs, and to bed. Hermione was grateful to rest her head upon the soft pillow, and before she knew it, she was asleep.