A/N: Here it is people, as promised, the next chapter! Sorry it took so long, I had to type it up twice because I lost the other one. Grrr…. But I like this one, and I hope you will too. Anyway, big hugs and thanks go to my fabby fabby fabby reviewers!

Natural-181, Anglic Bladez, RonAndHermioneFan, Emma-Lynn, clathrate, PotterSnitch7, RonsLuver, blackolives10, Queenlover, griffin14 (how OoC? Let me know, I love constructive criticism) and Zippy-Wings.

OK, reviewer responses-

-TheSingingBlob- Well, Jane may have Hermione's genes, but she does have Ron's as well! Mark is more like Hermione, and Jane is a mixture of the two, she's very smart, but personality wise, is more like Ron. Also, if you read my author's note on the first chapter, you would know I wrote this story before HBP came out, and I didn't change it (apart from a few little details that I couldn't resist!) and at the end of OotP, it said that Ginny was thinking about going out with Dean, so I just expanded on that. Ok? Thanks for your comments!

crazyinlove13- Sure, you can make it in German, but make sure you tell people I wrote it, Ok? I feel really flattered that you actually want it!

Now for the story…….

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Dawn broke over the snow covered village of Ottery St Catchpole, the sun's rays gently warming the glittering icicles, which began to drip as they slowly melted and dripped onto the blanket of snow below.

In a little bedroom in the Weasley cottage, Jane and Rose were sound asleep, wrapped in duvets and blankets, lost in the world of dreams.

Along the corridor was the bedroom in which Mark was sleeping, his loud snores punctuating the sleepy silence. His bed was surrounded by scrap pieces of parchment, empty Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans boxes and socks in various colours and designs. Ron often described it as 'the bombsite' and Hermione was always asking Mark to clean his room, but to no avail.

Molly, the littlest of the Weasley clan, was wide-awake, unlike the rest of the inhabitants of the house, and was sitting up in bed stroking a purring Crookshanks while he lay on her lap. Crookshanks was very old by now, and should have died long ago, but Hermione had often suspected him of being half-Kneazle and Kneazles often had very long life spans.

As the sun came up fully, signs of life began to emerge in the village. An old man shuffled out of his house, looked in alarm at the huge pile of snow hanging off the roof of the house above him, and quickly shuffled back in again. A paperboy, wrapped up warmly in a scarf and gloves, began his daily rounds on his rusty old bicycle and a young woman shivered as she waited for her bus in thin trousers and a silk jacket.

But no signs of life were observed in the Weasley residence. The sleepy silence still lay over the cottage, broken only by muffled snores and Crookshanks' purrs.

Until…..

"QUICK! Quick! Everyone get up now!"

A shriek was heard from the master bedroom, and five seconds later, Hermione rushed out, her hair tousled and her eyes bleary, as she knocked on all the bedroom doors.

"Wake up! Jane! Rose! Come on get up! We're running late…"

She then rushed back to the bedroom and used a complicated charm to get her suitcase to pack for her.

Ron blinked and yawned. Through the walls he could hear Jane groaning as she dragged herself out of bed and Rose wondering what to take. He had just been in the middle of a wonderful dream where he had been made the Quidditch captain of the England team, and was slightly disorientated as he watched Hermione tearing round the room feverishly pulling on her skirt and t-shirt.

Mark appeared at the doorway, clutching a battered blue travelling bag covered in Quidditch team stickers and random doodles.

"I'm packed Mum, shall I take my bag down? Oh yeah, and Jane asked me to ask you if you know where her black jeans are."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, as she was unable to speak, due to the fact she had her wand clenched between her teeth, as she attempted to brush her hair and put on her shoes at the same time.

Mark went to Jane and Rose's door and yelled,

"Jane! Get your fat bum out here! We're going in about 10 minutes!"

"Wait, I've got to find my jumper!" yelled Jane, as she scrabbled around underneath the bed. "You know, my rainbow one, the one from Abercrombie and Witch that cost loads. Mum have you seen it?"

All in all, it was a scene of utter chaos. Hermione rushed back and forth between bedrooms while Ron dragged all the cases down the rickety old stairs and the children fought over who would be in the bathroom first. Mark won, as being the tallest, he could barge his way through the girls.

20 minutes later, after a few tantrums and last minute stresses, the whole family was standing beside the big kitchen fireplace with an assortment of bags, broomsticks and pets with them.

"Right," said Hermione, looking frazzled. "Has everyone got everything they need?"

Everyone nodded, while munching quickly prepared pieces of toast.

"Ok, Molly and I will go first, come along sweetheart." She said, picking up her and Molly's cases, taking Molly's hand and stepping into the fireplace. Molly took a handful of Floo powder from a tub on a shelf in the fireplace and shouted,

"Honeysuckle House!"

They disappeared into a swirling vortex of green flame and ash and were gone in a matter of seconds.

Ron and Rose were next, Rose clutching Crookshanks to her chest and Ron yawning and holding a bulging suitcase.

Mark and Jane were now the only ones left in the house.

"Jane, remember to say the house name CLEARLY this time OK?" said Mark exasperatedly, "I don't want to end up in Harrods again!"

Jane laughed, "Oh come on, that was fun wasn't it? Shopaholic heaven!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "Oh sure, it was SO fun, having to crawl out of an ORNAMENTAL fireplace in front of loads of muggles and then having to wait 5 HOURS for Mum and Dad to find us, because you couldn't remember how to use a muggle fellytone."

"Telephone."corrected Jane, who was top of her class at Muggle Studies but always had difficulty operating a phone, no matter how much her mother coached her.

"That story last night was so nice, don't you think?" said Jane smiling, "I've always wondered how they got together…"

"Yeah…"said Mark slowly, "It's really weird to think of them as teenagers though."

Jane nodded and was about to reply when-

"WILL YOU TWO PLEASE HURRY UP!"

The two teenagers jumped. Ron's head was in the fire looking annoyed. "Harry and Ginny want to see you! We thought you'd got lost again!" Having said this, he then disappeared with a faint pop.

"Oops." said Jane grinning, "Come on, let's go."

They both stepped into the crackling green flames and shouted in unison, "Honeysuckle House!"

They were spun round and round, ash filling their mouths and flames licking their feet. Random fireplaces came in and out of their vision until they finally came to rest in a small brick fireplace. Jane and Mark clambered out and looked around.

A handsome black-haired man with glasses was sitting at the kitchen table with a pretty red-haired woman, Ron and Hermione. They were all talking and laughing, and when they saw Mark and Jane arrive, Harry and Ginny stood up and hugged them both in turn.

"About time too!" said Ron indignantly, looking at his watch pointedly.

"Gosh Hermione, I swear they're getting taller by the minute!" said Ginny, laughing as she surveyed Mark and Jane.

"Hi Ginny, hi Harry," said Jane smiling. "We got a bit sidetracked before we came, didn't we Mark?" she said apologetically, turning to her brother.

"Never mind, you're here now."said Harry grinning, "Rose and Molly are out in the garden with Sirius and James, I'll fetch them in."

He went to the back door and stuck his head out.

"Sirius! James!" he yelled, "Mark and Jane are here!"

There was a shout from the end of the sprawling garden and then an odd procession began making it's way up the winding garden path.

In front was a tall red-haired boy with green eyes and freckles, who looked about 12. He was riding an old grey Hippogriff by the name of Buckbeak. Buckbeak was trotting slowly up the path and behind him came Rose and Molly with a 9 year old boy with scruffy black hair and big brown eyes wearing a mischievous grin. Last, but not least, Crookshanks and Crookshanks Jr, his son (the result of a midnight rendezvous with Mrs Norris) ran along at the back, their eyes firmly fixed on the cat treat the boy on the hippogriff had hanging out of his pocket.

"Hi guys!" Jane smiled as she greeted her assorted relatives, all gathered round her. James, the red-haired boy looked over at Mark and grinned as the younger ones dragged Jane off to look at the gnome they had caught.

"Fancy a game of Quidditch?" said James, glancing back at the house where Mark's broomstick was propped up against the wall.

"James."said Mark, raising his eyebrows. "It's half past seven in the morning, I'm bloody tired, I'm hungry and I think I have ash down my t-shirt……of course I want to play Quidditch!"

James grinned, and the two boys went off to the run down old broom shed.

In the homely brick kitchen, the adults were all seated at the wooden table, drinking Butterbeer and eating Ginny's homemade biscuits. They talked and laughed, and it almost seemed like old times, when they were just teenagers without a care in the world. Well, apart from Voldemort of course…

"…and then…" Hermione said gleefully, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, "Fred comes in and says the boils wouldn't go away for at least a week!"

Harry laughed and said, "Fred and Angelina's kids are certainly taking after their father in the pranks department then!"

"It's not a good thing!" said Ron indignantly, "I always seem to be the butt of their practical jokes for some reason…"

Hermione cleared her throat and tried to calm down. "Oh yes, last night Ron and I were telling the children about our seventh year!"

"Really?" said Ginny interestedly, nudging Harry. "A lot went on in that year didn't it Harry?"

Harry reddened and hastily tried to change the subject, but was interrupted by the arrival of all the children, red faced and sweaty from running around the cold garden.

"Dad! We found another gnome in the garden!" said Sirius, his green eyes sparkling as he thundered in, upending several chairs.

"That's great Sirius, we really need to de-gnome it properly sometime. It's been infested to ages!" said Ginny, as Mark and James came in arguing companiably over the score of the Quidditch match.

"It was so out!"

"No, it was never out! You're blind James…"

"Not as blind as you!"

Ron turned to Harry and Ginny. "I'll sort this out…" he said, then turned to Mark and James and said, "You're BOTH blind, now shut up!"

Mark and James laughed and helped themselves to biscuits, all arguments forgotten. Jane flopped into a kitchen chair looking very tired and disheveled.

Ginny leaned across the table and said,

"So Jane, I hear you've been listening to the story of how Ron and Hermione finally saw what was obvious and got together."

Jane nodded and took a biscuit. Taking a bite, she watched Sirius and Molly chasing each other round the kitchen and said,

"It's really interesting so far." She paused and looked at her uncle. "Uncle Harry, I don't suppose you could continue it could you? It would be really fascinating to hear your point of view."

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and asked them where the story was up to.

"It was just before the Quidditch final." Said Hermione, pulling Molly onto her lap and taking a sip of Butterbeer.

"Ah…" said Harry screwing up his face, trying to remember. By now, all the children were seated around the table breathing heavily and munching biscuits.

"Ok, I'll tell you."said Harry looking round at everyone. "If I remember rightly, it started to rain just before we were going to get changed…"

A/N: There you have it, the fifth chapter. Hope you liked it! Please, please, please review! My ultimate goal is to get over 100 reviews. Then I'll be happy! So REVIEW! (please!)