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Chp 2. Vacations and Thinking

Hermione put her rode on over her pajamas and headed down the creaky stairs to the kitchen. The aroma of fried eggs and bacon was filling the house, making her evening more hungry then she was before.

She walked in the kitchen to see Mrs. Weasley cooking at the stove, while Ron sat across from Harry both waiting for food. They looked up as she walked in.

"Its about time you got up." Harry said with a warm smile.

She felt tingles go up and down her spine. This is going to be a lot harder then I thought, she said to herself.

"Good morning to you too." she said as she took a seat at the end of the table, as far away from Harry as possible. If she was going to fall out of love with him, she had to avoid him; that should be pretty easy considering Ron was here. Wait, can you fall out of love with someone? she asked herself.

"You can't," George Weasley said as he walked into the kitchen with he twin brother Fred right at his side.

Great, Hermione thought.

"Why can't I," Fred protested back. "I think I deserve it."

"If you deserve it then so do I."

"I go now and you'll go somewhere later, you and I can't both go somewhere at the same time; someone needs to take care of the shop." Fred said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"What are you two arguing about now?" Mrs. Weasley piped in.

"Sorry mum," Fred said kissing his mother on the cheek. "Angelina and I want to go to Spain for a week, but my good old brother George doesn't think it's a good idea."

Fred and Angelina have been dating for about a year; everyone is expecting him to pop the question to her anytime soon.

"Fred you don't get it can't, I can't take care of the shop all by myself," George pleaded.

"We can find someone to help you for a week, how hard is that." Fred stated.

"Who is going to want to help us in the middle of the summer?" George questioned.

"I'll do it," Ron said "I always wanted to help you guys. When do you need help?"

"The week before you guys go back to Hogwarts." Fred said.

This year was going to be Harry, Ron, and Hermione's last year at Hogwarts. Right before summer started at the end of their sixth year the Trio manage to defeat Voldemort for the last time. It took about month for everyone to recover, but once they did peace settled over the wizarding world. Harry was again a hero, had his name in every headline for about a month and couldn't go anywhere without being mobbed by a group of people; much to his disliking. But he turned seventeen a week ago and has finally moved out of his Uncle's house and is now living with the Weasley's; much to his liking. Now everything is just how it should be; well almost in Hermione's case.

"That's perfect." Ron said with a huge smile.

"But, Ron you are going to have to stay with me at my flat, we'll have to get up real early to open, there is no fooling around your there to work, and you have to listen to everything I say. Think you can handle that?" George stated.

Oh no, no, no, no, say no Ron PLEASE! Hermione screamed in her head.

"It's only for a week, I think I can handle it. I mean if it's okay with Harry and Hermione. You guys don't mind me leaving do you?" He asked looking back and forth between them.

"Don't mind at all Ron." Harry said without hesitation. "Hermione and I can use some quality time together." he smiled.

Shit, she thought.

"Hermione?" Ron asked.

"No...no I don't mind at all." She choked out.

"GREAT! Thanks Ron." Fred yelled, "I'm going to tell Angie the trip is on! Be back in a minute."

George sighed, "Well now that that's settled, you boys up for some Quidditch?"

"Sure." They both said in unison, shoving the last of their food in their mouths; then went to get there stuff.

"You okay Hermione?" George asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah, yeah, fine, just thinking." she said quickly.

"You sure, because you seem.." he as cut of by Ron yelling at him.

"Lets go George! We're waiting."

"Coming," he yelled back. Her turned to Hermione giving her a warm smile and whispered in her ear, "If you need to talk Hermione you know where I am." Squeezing her shoulder, then headed out the door.

"Thanks," she said as he left. Then got up and placed her plate in the sink, "Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Weasley, need any help cleaning up?"

"No, no, dear you go and enjoy this beautiful day." Mrs. Wesley replied with a gentle smile.

"Okay," she said and left the kitchen and went to her room. She grabbed a book and sat down is a velvet arm chair next to the window where the warm sun was flowing in. Outside she could see Harry, Ron, Fred, and George playing Quidditch. They all looked so happy, if only she could feel the same way.

She wondered if any of them ached inside like she did. If any of them knew what it felt like to care so much for someone and never have them know it. She watched him play with his friends, so happy and peaceful. She wanted him so bad it was killing her. Her heart sunk lower and lower in her chest the more she watched him, so she forcefully ripped her eyes away from him and opened her book. Reading always kept her mind off things.

Ten minutes passed and she was still on the first sentence, she couldn't stop think about him it was driving her crazy. She couldn't even read her book and that was saying something for Hermione Granger, nothing ever got in the way of her reading.

Sighing she but her book down, closed her eyes and just let the warm sunlight wash over her body.

This is going to be a long three weeks, she thought; and fell asleep.