Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter and any of its characters and much to my…displeasure…never will. I assure you though, the plot is entirely my own.

Chapter Three – The Burrow

Although all three friends had passed their tests and were able to apparate, Dumbledore had placed spells around the Burrow making it impossible to apparate inside. Harry wasn't allowed to be outside because of Voldemort, so Mr Weasley was picking them up. After the incident with the floo powder, the Dursleys had decided to use their fire place. Mr Weasley arrived at 10 to 7 with Ron, Fred and George. Harry led everyone up to his room, where Hermione was packing the last of her things.

"Ron told us about your game of truth or dare" Fred said.

"Said you both seemed to enjoy Harry's dare" George added. The two friends blushed.

"Guys, they forced it out of me, honest" Ron said.

"What did they do?" Hermione asked. "Threaten to throw your teddy bear out the window?" She still hadn't quite got over the fact that Ron had made her kiss Harry. Not that she could say she didn't enjoy it…… Fred and George laughed at her insult.

"So you/re not denying it then?" Fred asked, slyly.

"What?" Hermione and Harry said together.

"That you enjoyed it?"

"Did you?"

"Or didn't you?"

"Yes or no?"

Both of the shouted at the same time to shut the Weasley twins up. "Yes!" Their heads snapped round to look at each other, then Hermione picked Crookshanks up off Harry's bed.

"Well, we've dallied here long enough. Grab the trunk brother and we'll be off" George said. Fred grabbed Hermione's trunk and George grabbed Harry's. They all walked downstairs in complete silence.

"Ah. There you are" Mr Weasley said. "Fred you first." Fred grabbed a handful of floo powder, pulled the trunk to the fire and shouted "The Burrow!" George did the same. "You next Ron."

"The Burrow" Ron shouted. He disappeared.

"You two can go together" Mr Weasley said, turning to face Harry and Hermione. They looked at each other, then Harry grabbed the floo powder and Hedwig's cage and through the powder into the flames. Harry and Hermione held hands and he shouted.

"The Burrow!" The Dursleys living room disappeared as they flew through the fire places. Hermione somehow managed to grab Harry's shirt and held on to him for dear life. They suddenly emerged in the Weasley's kitchen and fell forward, still hugging each other. When the noticed everyone staring they quickly let go and jumped up, both dusting the soot off their clothes.

"Harry dear, how are you?" Mrs Weasley said, hugging him. Then she turned to Hermione. "Hello dear." She kissed Hermione on the cheek and then hugged her too. Crookshanks meowed loudly and jumped from Hermione's hands.

"Dinners nearly ready dears" she said, letting go of Hermione.

"Fred George, take their trunks to their rooms. Harry, Ron, Hermione, would you mind setting the table for me?" The three of them walked into the kitchen.

"So. How're these spells going?" Harry asked Ron.

"Well. I think Dumbledore's almost finished. He said one more spell should do it. He'll be back later. Having dinner with us I think. Here" He handed the knives and forks to Harry before diving back into the draw and giving Hermione the plates. The two of them started laying the table.

"So, how was your trip to Iceland?" Harry asked. Hermione's parents had taken her to Iceland before she had come to stay with Harry. Her mood lightened a bit.

"It was cold" she said.

"Did you go skiing?"

"Yeah, my dad ended up in hospital for a week"

"What happened?"

"He broke his arm trying to learn how to ski"

"Is he OK?"

"Yeah, Lewis-"

"Who's Lewis?" Harry asked, looking up.

"You know, in Ravenclaw. He's in out year, in Potions with us?"

"Oh" Harry said. "Him. What about Lewis."

"He was helping some of the nurses out, his Aunt works there apparently. He made sure my dad got really good treatment. He was really sweet actually."

"Hmm" Harry replied, jealously.

Stupid Lewis and his stupid – Arg…you are not in love with Hermione! Harry told himself. Then why do I feel so jealous?

"Anyway, he taught me how to ski. It was really fun. I had a brilliant weekend."

I wish I hadn't asked about it now Harry thought.

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After laying the table, Harry, Hermione and Ron walked up the stairs to the boys room. As the entered Harry's wand fell out of his pocket and landed on the floor. Harry and Hermione both went to pick it up at the same time. Their hands touched and a shiver went down Hermione's spine. She pulled her hand away as Harry picked up her wand. Ron didn't seem to have noticed. Harry and Hermione didn't look at each other at all as Ron droned on about Quidditch.