A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews! I feel loved! Anyway, all the words in italics are thoughts, just thought I'd point that out, anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2 - Various Thoughts

As the sun rose, the loud call of the rooster filled the Burrow, causing Hermione to wake with a start. Cursing the rooster, she glanced at the clock next to her bed. 5:00! Why did roosters have to make noise so early? And why did the Weasley's even need a bloody rooster?

Muttering many not-so-nice words under her breath, Hermione turned over to try and get back to sleep. It wasn't much use though. For the next half hour, she kept tossing and turning, trying to find a way to keep the morning light now inching through the window away from her face. Finally she just gave up, and started thinking about all that had happened since Dumbledore's funeral.

It had been two weeks since she, Ron, and Harry had left on the Hogwarts Express. Harry had returned to the Dursleys', doing as Dumbledore had wanted. He was going to be coming to the Burrow in a week, just in time for Bill and Fleur's wedding on Sunday. Hermione grimaced. This is going to be a long week, she thought.

For the past two weeks that Hermione had been at the Burrow (she had gone home for only one week), Fleur had been most unbearable. She would spend every day working on the last details of her wedding, and then complain about how it would be a disaster, and no one would come. Everyone would then try to convince her that this wasn't so, and then Fleur would flare up and say they knew absolutely nothing about weddings. Even offering some help could have you get your head bitten off. Needless to say, this last week before the wedding was going to be awful.

I can't even really avoid her either, Hermione thought, I should never have said I haven't gotten a dress yet. Now SHE'S gonna choose my dress, because according to her, it'll be a tragedy if my dress doesn't match the friggin' flowers at the wedding. Well, at least Ginny's stuck in this with me as well, I'd hate being in this alone.

Ginny, who at this moment was sleeping soundly in the bed across from Hermione, the rooster having no affect on her, was just as stuck in this whole planning the wedding business as Hermione. Probably more stuck, as Fleur was going to become her new sister-in-law. Mrs. Weasley had so far made her order the flowers, and months before during the school year, do the invitations. Ginny had not been in a good mood at all for the summer. She now was getting her bridesmaid dress altered some more, because Fleur had wanted to add some other thing to it. Ginny feared that she'd look absolutely hideous in the dress, and dreaded wearing it.

Basically, none of the females at the Burrow were exactly happy. All of the males, however, would disappear quickly every morning and not come back until dinner, so it was assumed they were happy. None of them wanted to be involved in the wedding. This of course, made the females upset, but the males were willing to risk their wrath if it meant not helping. Even Mr. Weasley would go to work earlier than he used to, and leave it later than usual. Same went for Bill, except Fleur didn't see this as escaping, more as working harder than usual so they'd have more money for their honeymoon.

The twins, both of whom used to visit every weekend, had stopped visiting now. Ginny had questioned them about this the two times she'd visited their jokeshop, and every time they'd claim something new had exploded, and it took days to clean up.

Even Charlie, who had came from Romania for the wedding and to visit his family, was spending all his time out of the house. A lot of the time, he'd play Quidditch. Often, Ron would join him, also to get out of the house.

Hermione blushed bright red at the thought of Ron. Ever since she had came to the Burrow, Ron had avoided her. It didn't exactly upset her, she was trying to do the same thing. In fact, they hadn't really had an actual conversation since the funeral.

The funeral. Hermione moaned to herself at the thought. That was so embarrassing, I cried all over him! I can't believe I basically admitted that I really like him. Maybe even love him. And to his face! At that moment!

Many of these thoughts had run through Hermione's head over the past few weeks. She knew that he knew she liked him, and she knew he liked her. At least she thought so. Maybe. But who really knew? A lot of the time she'd get angrey first at herself, thinking that she had frightened Ron by being too emotional and upfront about her feelings. But then she'd get angry at Ron for not being able to deal with her emotions if that was what scared him away. Finally, she'd come to the conclusion that she should be angry with herself for loving, or liking, a guy with the emotional range of a teaspoon. It was just all so complicated. She knw she should talk to him, but she also didn't want to.

Glancing at the clock, Hermione realized now was an alright time to get up. It was 7:00, Mrs. Weasley would be up. I guess I can help her make breakfast, Hermione thought.

Feeling a bit disgusted with herself for thinking about her problems for two hours, Hermione quickly dressed and headed downstairs.

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