A Weasley ride to the Cinemas

"And now, for act two." Fred and George said on the screen, snapping a small black director's block closed.

Movie Begins Again

Hermione's summer room appears on the screen.

Hermione is lying on her bed, humming along to a Orchestra.

An owl comes in, and swoops down, landing on her bed beside her.

"Oh, hello Featlen."

Hermione grabbed the letter from the owl, and patted it's forehead, signaling it's leave.

She opened the letter and read it out loud:

Dearest Hermione,

How are you today? I miss you very much. It's quite boring here, and I wish you'd come to stay for awhile. My parents will be away a week during July, and they told me that I could invite one friend over to stay, and not make that week as lonely. Will you come? I hope you will. I love you.

Hope to see you soon,

Victor.

Hermione fell back on the bed in a fit of giggles. "Love? He Loves me?" She slid off the bed, collapsing into a fit of hysteria.

Ron looked over at Hermione on the couch. "When did this happen Hermione?"

Hermione shrugged, her face turning redder by the minute, "The summer after 4th year…"

Ron looked confused. That was the summer that they started dating…

"Will I go?" Hermione asked herself, stretching out on the floor. "I'd really like too. I think it'd be fun."

"HERMIONE!" Ginny screeched, running through the door and jumping on the bed, "GUESS WHAT!"

Hermione looked up, slightly dazed, "What?"

"GUESS WHO'S COMING FOR CHRISTMAS?"

Hermione shrugged, "Who?"

"DRACO MALFOY!"

Hermione jumped up and looked in the mirror, "Really? when's he arriving? Oh my gosh Ginny, maybe he isn't such a prat, and then maybe he'll realize that I'm not the same bushy haired 13 year old muggle that I once was, and then maybe he'll-

Ginny burst out into laughter, "I Can't believe you actually fell for it! It's not even August yet, much less December! Your hopelessly hooked Hermione. Hopelessly. Stick with Krum doll, it's much safer. Your guaranteed a wealthy life with him." Ginny teased, skipping out of the room…

"FRED! GEORGE! HOW COULD YOU! I! YOU! HE! THEN! PRIVACY! GIRL! MAN! MEN!" Hermione shrieked, turning her words into utter nonsense.

Poor Fred, Poor George. They have to endure the anger of a redhead, AND a bookworm…