A/N: I am a terrible person. I know, I haven't updated in forever! I've just had some personal issues, and school is starting soon and getting ready to move back to NY is such a hassle. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter though! Can you tell that I absolutely adore the Weasleys?

Muggle Living, Muggle Loving

Ch. 3: Moving In

"Geez, 'Mione, you need to invite us over more often. I forgot how nice your place is."

"Ronald, I did not ask you here to gawk, now help me with this box!" Hermione, stepping through the threshold, slumped over a cardboard box. At the irritated tone, Ron quickly took the burden from the petite witch.

"Honestly, I don't know why we don't just use magic." A sharp jab in his ribs silenced him from continuing his rant about the magic ban inside her house.

"Can you be anymore insensitive? Cedric can't use magic, remember?" she whispered harshly, looking out the door to see the man shaking hands and hugging his mother. When he turned and met her gaze, he waved with such a genuine smile that she couldn't help but match a smile and wave of her own.

"Oh, I forgot. That must be real difficult for Ced. You know, having been surrounded by magic all his life and being so good at it. Holy sh-"

"Ronald!"

"-it, this is heavy! Hermione, you can't have a magic ban and a swearing ban at the same time. Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sometimes I think that would save me a lot of grief. Look, just take it up the stairs and drop it off at the second door to the right." It had been a long day and Hermione was not about to start a verbal spar with Ron. 'Not that I wouldn't win anyway,' she thought. She turned around and stepped out to the car. "How many more boxes?" she asked the figure beside the trunk. "And why aren't you moving anything?"

"Only about three, Wood and the twins will take care of them. And Mione, I am here to delegate. There are some advantages to being the Boy-Who-Lived, you know." Harry said with a secretive smile. "hey, I'm really happy you did this for me. You have no idea how much this means to me." He engulfed her in a hug, which she willingly leaned into.

"I know, Harry, I know." She smoothed his unkempt hair, which continued to rebel, and pressed a kiss near his ear.

"Hey, we're working and they're smooching. Does this seem fair to you?" A gingerheaded twin complained with a rogue smirk as he grabbed another box.

"Nope, but Fred, that's how slavedrivers are. Never care about the workers." The two placed the boxes on the floor and stretched out their arms. Then, unexpectedly, the two dropped on the floor on either side of her and grabbed her hands. "Mione, we're tired!"

"Yeah, mommy, we're tired," Fred whined like a six-year-old and yanked and swung her arm.

"Alright, you bring these boxes up and you can have a couple of cookies from the kitchen." She smiled gently and petted each on their heads. At the mention of food, the two stood quickly.

"Well, woman, why didn't you say so from the beginning?"

"Trying to starve us, she is." The two raced to the house.

"I honestly don't know how Molly does it." She turned to wave at Oliver, who'd just announced that he moved the last box and was on his way home. "Nor do I know how he ever got a license." She cringed as they heard a loud horn as he turned the corner. "It was nice of him to help though."

Harry turned and closed the trunk to the new minivan that the Diggory's had bought especially for their son. They wanted to get him the best and the large vehicle had impressed them. That and a greasy car salesman, of course. "I'm not surprised. Wood always respected Cedric as a Quidditch player. Besides, he's probably still a bit hung up over you. You know, the way you responded to Fred and Georgeg, you'll be a great mother one day."

"Shut up," she muttered, embarassed. They watched the Diggory's fawn over their son as they said good-bye. Amos gave her a warm fatherly hug and thank you while Mrs. Diggory just gave her a cold farewell. When the two apparated with a pop, Hermione turned to the two remaining men on her lawn. "Let's go in before those three eat all my cookies. Although, I have a feeling I'm already too late."

When they stepped in the kitchen, Hermione's jaw dropped. It was the biggest mess they'd ever seen. Jars of jelly and what not were left opened, dripping over the tabletop. "Hey, Mione, do you have any peanut butter?" Ron asked with his head in the refridgerater. "We're doing peanut butter and jelly lettuce rolls but I think you ran out of peanut butter."

"Uh, guys, come on. I'll give you a ride home," Harry suggested nervously.

"What? But we're not done-"

"Yes you are. Bye 'Mione, love you. Good luck, Cedric!" With that, Harry pulled the Weasleys out of the house and into his car.

"Are they always-"

"Yes. Come on, I'll show you around." She grabed hiim by the arm roughly and away from the war zone that was once a kitchen. Females have always behaved coyly and womanly around him off the quidditch field. Therefore, poor Cedric had no idea what he was in for.

A/N: Yup, So Ced is all moved in now. I'm promise there will be more of their moments in the next chapter! And what's this about Oliver? Hm... Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see! Thanks for reading!