Thanks to all my reviewers! I shall mention particular people in the next chapter but at the moment I'm just hurrying to get this one done and dusted! Enjoy.

Hermione sighed heavily, imaginingherself letting out one emotion with each breath. Pressing her fore-head against the car window, she stared out at the passing fields, lost in her own thoughts and day dreams. Her relationship with Ron had always been one full of confusion, anger and even jealousy. For as long as she could remember she'd been known as the 'smart' girl, but she couldn't help but notice that during her 5th year at Hogwarts she'd heard more and more referrals to her being the girl who had a love/hate relationship with Ronald Weasley. She did what ever she could to stamp out these rumours, but they just became more and more frequent until it eventually reached the point where she was being pointed at and whispered about whilst walking to classes. One question was constantly on her mind, refusing to be pushed out or ignored. If these rumours weren't true, which they obviously weren't, why did they bother her so much?

Temporairly distracted by the sound of her mum's laughter, Hermione looked up in time to see them smiling at her and exchanging knowing looks. Hermione groaned, turning away from them. Great, that was all she needed. Two more people thinking that she had a crush on her best friend. Which she didn't, of course, right?

"What have you done to your hair!" Mrs Weasley screeched, seizing Ron by the shoulders and pulling him towards her for inspection. Ron smiled guiltily, he had been hoping that his mother wouldn't notice but even he knew better than to think that he could pass his mother's inspection, with touselled hair. It hadn't been in his fault! He hadn't purposefully gone up to his room, mind whirring with thoughts of Hermione, and made sure that he fell asleep. Ron gave up trying to fend his mother off and let her smooth down his hair and tighten his tie. A bleary-eyed Ginny appeared at the bottom of the stairs, yawning loudly and trying with difficulty to focus her vision. Her eyes snapped open when she realised that it was 'inspection' time and she turned to make a run for it.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley..." Mrs Weasley gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in horror, as she glanced up at the clock, "LOOK at the time! The Granger are due to arrive in 10 minutes and look at the state of you!"

"Gee, thanks mum! Very encouraging," Ginny muttered, rolling her eyes. Mrs Weasley glared at her daughter, before grabbing her inspection kit and strolling over, grabbing Ginny by the shoulders and squinting at her face. She began muttering to herself, only pausing to scold Ginny for not preparing and for not trying to make an effort, even though she knew how important this was for all them and Ron, dear, had been so looking forward to it. At this point, Ginny had snorted in disbelief, smirking off her mother's shoulders and Ron.

"Yes, I'm sure Ron can't wait to see his darling Hermione again! By the way, may I please show mum your love letters? After all, they are so sweet and you know how mum gets all emotional about these sort-of things!" Ginny announced, putting on a loved up voice and placing her head on her fore-head in a dramatic pose. Ron scowled at his sister and grabbed a roll from the table, beginning to take huge bites out of it and imagining it was his sister being teared to pieces instead.

"FRED! GEORGE! Where are you!" Molly called up the stairs, her voice already showing hints of suspiousion. When anser came, Mrs Weasley hitched her skirt and began climbing the stairs. Ginny laughed, taking the seat opposite Ron and helping herself to a Dream Cuff...or something like that. Muggles had the strangest names for food and the strangest food for that matter, but Mrs Weasley had found it necessary to buy everything on aisle 12, a.k.a 'muggle' aisle, in 'Shopping is like magic!' Ron grinned triumphantly. He didn't need to get revenge on his sister's witty comments, for beginning dragged around a supermarket by their mother, who seemed to think that everything on the shelves had been put there to buy for their dinner with the Grangers, and father, who had practically wet himself with excitement at the site of all muggle 'efectonics', had turned Ginny's face a shade of red that he knew no-one would be able to embarrass her enough to get the shade again, except her parents. Ginny caught his eye and gave him a suspious look, almost certain that he was going to play some sort-of prank on her. Ron merely smiled smugly at her, before brushing the crumbs off his 'tye' and walking over to the nearest mirror.

"Mum..."

"We,"

"Didn't mean--"

"To!"

Ron folded his arms across his chest and leant against the wall, raising an eyebrow at his two older brothers, who had been pulled down the stairs by their ears, however the twins seemed in too much agony to notice.

"NOT MEAN TO!" Mrs Weasley screeched, letting go of her sons, to place her hands on her hips and glare up at them. "HOW COULD YOU NOT MEAN TO SET A SNAKE FREE IN YOUR BEDROOM! HOW COULD YOU MEAN TO LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN! THANKS TO YOU THERE'S A BOA CONSTRICTOR HIDING SOME WHERE IN THIS HOUSE AND WE HAVE TO FIND IT BEFORE--"

The doorbell took that as a cue to ring loudly. Mrs Weasley and Ginny gasped, Fred and George winced and Ron stared at the door.

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