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A/N: This is the final chapter. I warn you once and only once: Beware of Fluff.
Ginny and Hermione entered the garden and immediately headed for the boys. Ron looked like a deer in the headlights while Fred and George were sitting behind him, a triumphant smile on their faces. Ron made eye contact with Hermione and they both looked away; both were Weasley red. Fred and George made eye contact with Ginny and Ginny nearly cried out in triumph (Hermione did not notice – she was too flustered).
Ginny and Hermione sat down with the boys. Ron and Hermione both looked too red in the face to be able to talk at the moment.
"Hi guys, Fred, George, I-" Ginny started. They all suddenly noticed how quiet it was between the adults. "What's with the silence?"
The adults had stopped talking. Mrs. Weasley looked like she was trying very hard not to throw something (at Mrs. Delacour). Someone could cut the tension with a knife. A few minutes passed with no one talking, and everyone staring wearily at Mrs. Weasley.
"Hey, Ron, say something!" Fred muttered to Ron.
"Wait- what?" Ron asked.
"Say something, Ron- to the adults. I don't know about you, but I want to keep Fleur as an in-law," George demanded (in as a quiet a voice as he could muster while trying to be commanding).
"No! Are you kidding me? I'll get murdered… That flower pot is too close to mum to be safe…" Ron replied, trying very hard to stay quiet.
"We'll pay you five galleons…" Fred told Ron.
"Seriously? Oh, well that changes things…" Ron replied, forgetting to fear for his life. "Hey, Dad! What was… er… that arrest for? Wasn't it something about maniac teapots?" Ron asked his dad.
Mr. Weasley looked very happy to be out of that situation and immediately started a conversation (Mrs. Weasley hands were still itching to get that flower pot).
"Yes, well, they were quite dangerous, you see, Muggle-baiting is at an all-time high due to the present circumstances…" Mr. Weasley continued. Mr. Delacour looked quite thankful someone had started talking. Mrs. Delacour was watching Mrs. Weasley's hands. Mrs. Delacour looked just as ready to let down her guard as she was ready to live at the Burrow.
"Okay then, what was that about?" a bewildered Ginny asked Fred and George.
"I think I heard something about ze best air zalon in ze whole of France," George replied, looking disturbed.
"Hey, Fred, you owe me five galleons," Ron interrupted Ginny, who was about to say something to the twins.
"You were saying something, Ginny?" Fred asked Ginny, ignoring Ron.
"Yes, I was," she shot a look at Ron. "Fred, George, we need to go take a walk, I have some business to discuss. Arnold's feeling quite under the weather lately, I need some advice…" Ginny said to Fred and George as they got up.
"Anytime, little sis. We've just developed a new line of Pygmy Puff Care Products…" Fred started. They walked towards the end of the garden. Ginny looked over her shoulder and smirked at Hermione; Hermione scowled weakly.
Ron and Hermione had a sufficiently awkward silence for a minute. Ron opened his mouth at least twice, attempting to say something, but somehow his voice forgot to work. Finally Hermione spoke:
"Er… do y-you want to go on a walk?" she asked Ron nervously. Ron let out a sigh of relief.
"Sure," Ron replied, looking quite relieved. They got up and started their walk. "So, have you seriously already read this year's books?"
"Yes, of course I have, Ronald. This year affects our entire future, just as much as our O.W.L. year did," Hermione answered, relaxing at the mention of schoolwork.
"Yes, but Hermione, c'mon, there's an entire year until the actual test. Enjoy the holiday for once," Hermione gave him a shocked look. "Yes, at least try, even with everything else to worry about. Do you even know for sure that we're going back to school?" Ron added, in quite a serious tone.
"Well, no, I don't," Hermione said in a small voice. "I just want to have some form of normalcy, Ron. It's scary, thinking that we won't go to school. Dumbledore's d-dead, V-Voldemort's in full reign, any of us could b-be g-gone at any t-time…" Hermione replied. She turned away from Ron, trying hard not to cry. It wasn't working. Ron hesitated and awkwardly reached for her hand. Hermione looked toward him, now going even redder and trying to wipe away her tears.
"Hermione, listen to me, we're all scared. I wish things would get back to normal just as much as you do. I just don't know if they're going to, but we're trying. Look at Bill and Fleur, they're planning for their wedding like there isn't the most feared, insane wizard in the world after us," Hermione giggled, while still crying. (Ron smiled at how one person could feel all this at once.) "See, we can't give up on living life as normal as possible. Yeah…take that, Voldemort." Hermione giggled again.
"Ronald, you said his name!" she replied, astonished and impressed at the same time.
"Yeah, well, the cleverest witch I know once told me that 'fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself'," Ron replied smartly. Hermione smiled, feeling much more cheerful (elated, in fact).
They continued back to the adults in a comfortable silence. Apparently everyone had gone inside. Ron and Hermione entered and saw everyone saying good-bye to the Delacours. Mrs. Weasley was trying with all her might to pretend she had a good time.
"Eet was, an, er… lovely dinner, Molly," Mrs. Delacour said. The look on her face could tell anyone she thought her visit was far from lovely.
"Thank you very much, Molly," Fleur said with much more enthusiasm than her mother. However, even Fleur could tell it was time to leave.
"You're welcome here anytime, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour," Mrs. Weasley replied with a huge fake grin on her face. She was itching to close the door. Not even checking to make sure they had apparated yet, Mrs. Weasley shut the door.
"As long as I'm not in the house, they can visit. That was a complete disaster. They think Bill is going to take over their air zalon, they have another thing coming," Mrs. Weasley went on angrily while cleaning up the kitchen as noisily as possible.
"Hey mum, at least some people had a good time," George spoke up quite loudly. "Guess who just came in from a stroll in the garden…" He sniggered, staring pointedly at Ron and Hermione. Both Ron and Hermione turned red as everyone looked at them and the Weasleys all smiled in a well-that-took-long-enough way.
They were still holding each other's hand.
A/N: The end. Yes, I realize that was quite cheesy, but I love R/Hr-ness. I tried to make it as not fluffy as possible. I don't know if it worked. I hope to start a new fanfic soon. Thanks for Reading and Reviewing!