alrite ya i said 2 chappies at once, but i just couldnt help 2 post it, it was finished, and i had a great name for a chappi

Hermione and Ginny walked up inside the Burrow, and decided to go up into Ginny's room and sit and talk for a while. Ginny's room in Hermione's opinion was the best room of them all. It was in the attic, as Ron and Ginny had traded rooms, because Ginny wanted more privacy and boy did she get it. Her room was bigger than rest of the bedrooms in the house (although not by much), it was pink, with posters of wizarding bands taking up all the space on the walls, besides the spaces with family pictures, and portraits, she had shelves aligned with magical instruments, some which were the twins products. There was a desk sitting below the window, one of the only two in the attic, a light green, yellow, orange, and blue rug that covered most of her wooden floor, her bed with a comforter and sheets matched that matched the rug, her door was white with light green, yellow, orange and blue stripes to match everything else. Hermione loved Ginny's room to the last touch, it was a warm summery- type room, very comfortable.

So Hermione sat on her guest bed while Ginny sat on hers while they faced each other while sharing stories of there summer so far.

"………..mine hasn't really been al that anything, nothing actually. I've sat at home, watched TV, listen to the radio, and read magazines, not that much of a summer if you ask me. That's one of the reasons I decided to come here for the rest of the summer, its fun, and I don't have to think about my parents……..or Mike for that matter." Sure that was the truth, just not the whole truth. She had run away, and she would never see him again, so why did she have to tell anyone about what he did to her? She could never deal with the whole interrogation thing if she told anything about Mike; she didn't need anymore people feeling sorry for her aswell, she now knew what Harry feels like, horrible, never left alone, but worse.

"Yea, that sounds a bit dreadful to me. So tell me about him trying to sell your house again….."

"well I came outside yesterday to go and get the mail, and I didn't really notice it at first when I was walking down the driveway, but then as I was walking back up, I seen this sign that read, "For Sale" so I just went up to it and kicked it as hard as I could and it came out of the ground, and then I threw it away. I mean, god it's not even his house for that long, just for a couple of months."

Ginny started laughing, "And you think I have a bad temper?"

"Yea you do, your whole family does, no offence of course. But anyone in my position would've done the same thing."

"None taken of course. Yea you're probably right though, I know I would've done the same thing." Right after her last word, someone knocked on the door, and spoke in a deep familiar voice.

"Ginny can we talk for a second, please, now?" Ginny went to the door and opened it to a tall muscular Harry in a tight cut off tee shirt. Ginny looked back at Hermione, and gave a small grin.

"Yea sure, as long as Mione doesn't care."

"No of course not, I'm sure you two have very important things to discuss. Ill just go downstairs and get something to drink, I'm quite thirsty." Hermione got up, grinned at Harry and Ginny, and walked down to the kitchen, but was stopped when she was surprised to hear Fred, George, and Ron talking in hushed voices down in the living room.

"………….. I can't believe you little bro, why in hell would you brake up with someone as hot as her, and then say something as stupid as that right in front of her face?" it was Georges voice, she could tell which was which of the Weasley twins, she was one of the only ones.

"Yea well I didn't mean what I said; atleast not like everyone heard it."

"But you still said it, and it still sounded that way. Girls are sensitive like that, even if you didn't mean something, they'll take it into perspective, and hold it against you." This time spoken by Fred.

"Now nothing you do is gonna change that."

"That's not true; we've gotten over things like this before."

"When it was purely friendship."

"And when you didn't say something that hurt her." There was then a moment's silence, sounded like Ron was thinking of a comeback, but couldn't come up with one. So Hermione took the advantage and walked down into the kitchen, making sure the boys seen her walking down the stairs.

"O hey Hermione!" Fred said quickly.

"Hey Fred, George, Ron." She glared at Ron, they all knew why. Fred and George just smirked in a told-you-so kind of way. "I just came down to get something to drink." She finished her way down the stairs, so the three of them could see her perfectly and there she seen those wide eyed faces again. She was now wearing a yellow; almost see threw tight tank top that showed her pink bra, and pink short shorts that barley covered her ass. They wanted her so bad, they wantedall heer curves inthere hands, and she knew it. She walked into the empty kitchen and got herself a glass of lemonade, while the guys started talking about her again.

"You know I can here you talk about me, I'm not deaf you know?" she said as she walked over to the chair behind where Fred was sitting on the ground and sat in it.

"So does that mean you want us to stop talking about you then?" George asked, with the cutest look on his face.

"No of course not, I don't mind at all that your talking about me, why would why? They chuckled.

"Good because we weren't planning on stopping." Fred said as he turned his head back to her and grinned. She just smiled at the lot of them, it was irresistible to not.

"So what would you guys be doing down here at 11 o clock at night?"

"Well we would be sitting here, talking, about you mostly."

"Aww George, I'm flattered really."

"You should be. So how has summer been treating you so far Mione?" she glanced at Fred's face which was turned around at her, her boobs mainly.

"Terrible, absolutely nothing fun has happened yet." She heard George murmur ha underneath his breath so Hermione couldn't hear him, didn't wok. "It's been absolutely boring, one of the reasons I came here. I figured you guys are the funnest I know."

"Us, as in Feorge Weasley?"

"Yes Fred, as in Feorge and Gred Weasley, plus the rest of your family." They chuckled at her, and grinned at each other, she had no idea on what they were planning. She was starting to get frustrated though; Ron hadn't said one word since she had walked down the stairs. He could atleast agree to something that they were saying.

"Hey Mione, your single, wanna shag?" George asked seductively.

Hermione just laughed "Not tonight." And winked. Fred and George laughed while she knew Ron was mentally kicking himself.

"God what is taking Harry so long in the bathroom, is he jacking off or something?" she laughed at Fred, they had no clue what Ginny and Harry were probably doing right now.

"Yea that would be a laugh. Hey where's Ginny Mione, surely she wouldn't let you come down here all by yourself, with a room full of single blokes, looking like that?" George said, she smiled at replied sweetly.

"She's changing her clothes upstairs, she told me to go get something to drink and that she would be right down."

"O." It was a good thing that boys are thick enough to not see what was really going on upstairs with the two of them. Surely enough Harry walked down the stairs, hair alittle tousled; looking a bit wore out, with swollen lips.

"Hey, o Hermione I ran into Ginny in the hallway, she wants to talk to you about something, don't know what." Harry said trying to act casual.

"O alright then, night boys, Harry." She walked up the stairs and felt the eyes at her ass. As soon as she got up into Ginny's room she was talking about how Harry came up to snog her, because he missed her, and wanted to shag her again, soon. Hermione laughed and went on about the minuets before and how Ron hadn't talked to her at all.

They talked and gossiped and gapped that after only about an hour of gabbing, they both got tired and fell asleep.

This was the first night in ages that Hermione had been able to sleep warm, stress less, not worried or scared, and most of safe all at the same time. Every night she was either worried he would come and attack her like the previous night, or she would be in the cave, cold and still worried. She had so many dreams, mainly about Mike, about what he would probably be doing right now to her if she were still at home. Although she had many dreams and only one nightmare (she had been having more and more ever since her parents had died and she started living with Mike), it was the best night of sleep she had ever had, probably in her entire life time.

"Ginny, Mione, come on wake up, it's nearly 11." Fred and George stood at the top of the attic stairs behind Ginny's closed door trying to wake up the two teenagers. It was nearly impossible, the both needed there beauty sleep, and they weren't gonna get it awake.

"Feorge, go away."

"We don't care what time it is, we're tired."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have stayed up so late." George said sarcastically.

"Ha Ha. Now go away."

"If you two don't get up, well hex you both." Fred said assertively.

"Yea, ya know, I'm starting to think that they should both just stay in bed."

"No were fine thank you, don't feel like turning orange this morning." Ginny said while getting up slowly, shaking Hermione on the shoulder, trying to get her up.

"Ugghhhhhh, I hate mornings."

"If you think this is morning Mione then you really have lost your touch." She glanced at Fred, and he just stood there with a serious face and a raised eyebrow to match. Ginny told Fred and George to get out so they could change into decent clothes so Mrs. Weasley wouldn't attack them for dressing inappropriately. Hermione finally got up after about ten minuets just lying there in bed, while Ginny got dressed as she was in slow motion. When she got up, Ginny was then doing her makeup while Hermione tried to find the perfect outfit for day two of revenge. She had finally found a pink and brown mini skirt and a tight pink tee shirt that said, 'wanna join my party', and a pair of brown flip flops that went perfectly with the outfit. She did her makeup in Ginny's room and Ginny walked in right after Hermione had gotten completely finished, minus the hair, she searched for her brush and couldn't find it anywhere. She started to get really worried.

"Wow Mione you look fab, Ron'll regret this for the rest of his life."

"Thanks Ginns, have you seen my brush anywhere?"

"What you mean the brownish one that your parents got you? Nope I don't think you brought it with you."

"Of course I did, I mean I always pack that brush. It has to be here."

"Well you can use my brush if you want. I don't mind, I don't have lice or anything." I know I brought It with me, I mean I remember seeing it…………actually, oh my god, I must've left it in the cave! Ughhhh ill have to go back and get it.

"Thanks Ginny ill have to use that for now."

"No probs babe." Hermione did her hair and just let it hang around her face. They walked down into the kitchen and there they all were, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry, Fred and George.

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said as she went and sat down in between Harry and Fred, while Ginny sat on the other side of Harry, next to Ron.

"Good morning dears, did you sleep well Hermione?"

"Better than ever, thanks." She grabbed some bacon and three pancakes and ate them while the boys talked about quidditch, more than occasionally glancing at her, with the exception of Harry, who was strictly her friend, and was glad.

"So what are the lot of you planning to do today?" Mrs. Weasley asked casually while making herself some eggs.

"We should probably show Mione our shop and all, since she missed out a day before."

"Well I have to go back to my house to get a few things, but it shouldn't take long."

"Wait what do you have to go back and get?" Ginny asked.

"I have to get that brush…….."

"What brush?"

"O come on Hermione, it's just a brush, and I know your parents got it for you and all, but it's just a brush, they've gotten you other things."

"What brush?"

"I know but I need that brush, and yea and that's another thing I have to get is some things from mi parents, small things, I mean it might be my last chance to go back and all."

"What brush?" Mrs. Weasley had left to go answer the door while George asked very impatiently for the third time.

"It's just a brush that my parents got me in Italy when I was younger. I have to have it with me, its like one of my most favorite things."

"Well then ill go with you, I mean I still haven't seen your house."

"No Ginny, I mean I have to go alone, and besides there's nothing to see, it's just a house."

"Hermione come on, I mean if it's because you're embarrassed about it………"

"I'm not embarrassed Ginny, I just want to go alone that's all."

"Hermione I'm coming to see your house whether you like it or not, I don't care how much you don't want me to come. I want to see your home, and meet Mike for that matter."

"Yea and were coming to." Harry chimed in, with the three other males shaking their heads in agreement.

"But……………"

"No buts Hermione were coming with you." Ginny never gives up, ever, even with there are certain life or death reasons to give up. She didn't mind Ginny coming as much as Harry, Ron, and Gred. She figured Mike would act like a loving uncle around Ginny but she didn't know how he would act towards them, although it might be better to have guys that could protect her just in case something happened. She just didn't want to take the risk. Hermione sat there for a while thinking and thinking, and finally spoke up.

"God fine, Ginny you can come, but you four can't sorry."

"What, why not?" Harry asked.

"Yea I mean that's totally sexism." This time by Fred.

"You guys I'm sorry I just don't think Mike likes the idea of me having so many guy friends, especially since the way I've been dressing and acting lately. He might go buserck on you, sorry"

"Fine," George said while getting surprised looks from the rest of the table "We completely understand Mione."

"He's up to something, I can tell, don't trust him." Ginny laughed "Thanks Mione I knew you would have to break in sometime."

"Ha ha, come on lets go get ready, I have no clue how were going to get there." Hermione and Ginny left the table, while the guys just sat there, starting to explode there anger onto George, but lowered there voices surprisingly in seconds.

"Well wont we apparate there?" Ginny asked when they had gotten into her room.

"I can't I wont be 17 until September, remember?"

"O yea…….." She replied in an almost sadden face, "We can floo there."

"I don't think that we hooked up to the floo network."

"Well you should be shouldn't you; I mean you're a witch even if your parents weren't. "

"I don't know."

"We can always just try, and if it doesn't work and we end up in the wrong place we can go shopping." Ginny laughed.

"Yea sounds like a plan, but we still have to get there some way or another today."

"Yea alright, you want to go now, it's around one, well noon thirty." She had to try and think if Mike would be home now, but she really had no clue anymore.

"Sounds good, let's go chika." So they grabbed there purses and headed down the stairs into the kitchen where the boys were still sitting, but whispering something in secret around the table.

"Really, what are you blokes planning? And don't say nothing,were not that stuipid."

"Well than we won't answer your question, since you have forbidden our answer." Fred said as Ginny and Hermione grinned at each other. They both knew that they were trying to find a way to go to Hermione's house.

"Were leaving, where's mum?" Ginny asked.

"She and Fleur left to go pick up some things for Bill for when he came back. Lupin gave this great antidote that would ease the pain and help it." They all knew they were talking about Bill becoming half, well part a werewolf.

"O alright, well we're going so tell mum when she gets back that we just went to Hermione's house for a bit and not to worry about anything, and that well be fine."

"Mhmmm." And they went back to whispering something to each other, glancing at the Hermione and Ginny waiting for them to leave. They went into the resting room and stood in front of the fireplace.

"Alright so are we going together?"

"Hell yea." Ginny went up and grabbed some floo powder while they both stepped into the fireplace. Hermione looked around the room and shook her head at Ginny, signaling to go.

"175 Alburry Lane!" Ginny dropped in the powder, and they lifted. She felt a surge of electricity attack her body, as it stopped letting her control her own breath. It felt like she couldn't breathe, her lungs felt heavy and strange, it felt alot like apparating, but without the tight feeling of her body.

In less than ten seconds they had arrived, on the floor of a full wooden fireplace that looked like it had just been used previously. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, this didn't look like her house. What was going on?

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