Ron sat in the warm summer sun, staring out at the desert, very pleased at himself for having done nothing at all the entire day.

"Gerrup, you lazy duffer!" said Fred gruffly, prodding Ron in the head with his wand.

"Oh! What'd you do that for, you git? It's my holiday too, and I don't want to get up."

"Well, you might after you see who's come for tea," replied George smugly.

"Who...?" Ron inquired, but before he would finish, his eldest brother Bill came marching onto the terrace, his long Weasley-red hair blowing in the light breeze.

"Ah! Hullo, Bill. How've you been?" Ron asked smiling.

"Oh, quite well, thanks," Bill laughed, turning a bit. Out of the terrace door swept none other than the most beautiful girl Ron had ever seen.

"Ello, Ron. Eet is verrry nice to see you again. 'Ow 'ave you beeen?" asked Fleur Delacour, the Veela-girl whom Ron had become aquainted with in his fourth year.

"Hullo..." Ron said, a bit stunned.

"Yes... this is my girlfriend, Ron. I believe you two've met already?" Bill asked.

"Yeah... just the once," said Ron. He found himself still in awe of her.

"I 'ave just come to veesit my cousin 'oo leeves 'ere. She is about yoor age, Ron," said Fleur, happily clinging to Bill's arm.

"Lovely," Ron answered. He was slightly lost at the thought of what Fleur's cousin might be like.