AN: I don't know what it is about this story, but I always put it on so early in the morning, 2am- that I never feel like actually checking, but I don't think its to bad… I hope. Hmm, oh yea, sorry about all the twin mixage. The story behind the title- It was supposed to be Llama llama if you havent already guessed but my sis told me that i'll confuse people if i change it to what its supposed to be. So you can decide, when you review for this chapter please tell me if its okay for me to change it or not, whichever one wins, I will do. thanks! Ehh… okay well here you go!

Llam Llama

Chapter 5

Fishing wasn't really her thing. Actually she had only gone once with her dad and had ended up falling out of the boat. She guessed that was why she wasn't so enthusiastic when Ginny and George asked her to join. Ginny had refused to try it with a regular sighing pole, something about a bad experience. But George was so excited to try his new pole out. She was told that a few times a year all the Weasley men get together and go fishing at a lake that wasn't far from the house. Well, it had originally been just for the men, but of course Ginny refused to be left out.

It was only two days later, Ginny and George were both feeling better and Hermione luckily enough hadn't even gotten sick. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sent one owl once a day, they all knew that Mrs. Weasley was worried. They always sent one back the second stating that everything was fine.

Hermione loved the idea of going out on the lake and watching the waves all day, but she was not ready for the major sunburn she knew came with it. She had always burned early- thank gawd she had muggle sun-block. She couldn't for the life of her remember what the charm was to keep the sun from burning her, she never could. And so she always burned. Ginny and George looked at her all funny when she asked if they knew, and she didn't even want to hear that the Weasley's didn't burn. That was just not fair.

There was about a mile walk to the lake, Ginny was so excited that she was way ahead of them almost to the lake. "I think she knows more about that boat and how to use it then even my dad." George joked. "I hate that boat, I'd rather just fish of the side of my broom or something. Or better yet maybe land. The boats just a little small for me." He said with a smile, "But I can't wait." He said throwing his arm into the air, which held most of their stuff, and which luckily didn't break when it hit the tree.

It was a gorgeous lake, just as she'd hoped. Now as long as she didn't get sick or hooked then she would be fine. The boat was just a little thing. Hermione didn't know what it was, it was wide with no motor and looked like the only way to get it to move was by magic. "Okay…" George sat sitting down in the boat. "For some reason this boat seems about sixty times smaller then I remembered."

Ginny frowned, "That's because there about sixty less people."

Hermione was handing something over to George when he realized what she had said, what he had said. "Right." He said as Hermione scrambled to grab the things before they floated off.

Hermione flopped down next to him with her eyes closed. "Once we start moving I'll be fine." She reassured herself.

Ginny smiled and then laughed as George looked at her, "You know what we should do?" he asked.

"Another Weasley tradition," Ginny explained to Hermione as her eye lids flew open. "Time to get used to the water."

Both of them were standing now and as George counted off to three on his fingers Hermione screamed at them. "Stop, what are you doing?" but by the time she decided to stand up and stop them by force they were both jumping and swaying to make the boat go crazy. Hermione fell back onto the bench and grabbed on tight. "Why the heck do you think this would help me?" she screamed.

Both of them, laughing, sat down on again. "Chill Nene, it's an i-ni-tiation," he smiled, making the word sound important.

Her eye brow arched at the nick name. But still she had to play along. "My father had one of the those too." She said nodding and swishing her finger in his direction. "A way to get used to the water." And without warning she stood and ran at him. She watched as his eyes got big just as she ran into him and sent them both flying off the boat.

She came up sputtering and laughing, but Ginny's words stopped her, "He can't swim you know."

Treading water, Hermione flew in circles looking for him. How the heck was she supposed to know he couldn't swim? She saw him splashing around not to far behind her and swam to him handing him her hand. He had a look at it before he started going under again, but grabbed it before he was to far. He grabbed it quickly and she pulled him to her swiftly. "I shall save you." She said loudly. He wiped his eyes that were now stinging from the water and they both smiled as she swam them to the boat.

Ginny was laughing as George helped Hermione into the boat, "Oh man you two that was priceless. I will never forget that. George you were like flopping- and and, and you couldn't see." Both girls were sitting on an end bench while he was standing his arms out in uncomfortable arched ways, so they could drip away from him. His long hair was falling in his face and he kept blowing at it to stop it from dripping in his eyes. "And you should have seen Hermione's face when I told her, oh priceless. I wish I had a camera. I can just see dad's face." Both girls were still laughing.

He slowly walked over to her smiling, "You think that's funny?" he stopped right in front of her and shook, like a wet dog. Spraying Ginny who gasped and threw her hands up. He banged his head in her direction so that all the water flew in her face. Now it was Hermione and him that couldn't stop laughing. "Give your brother a hug." He said leaning towards him." She tried to dodge but he already had her in a headlock. He changed his mind and picker her up instead- throwing her off the edge. "I know you can swim."

He turned to Hermione who was laughing even harder now. "What's so funny?"

She waved her hands in front of her suddenly not laughing anymore but still playing, "Nothing, nothing."

"That's what I thought," he said stopping right before and starting to turn around. She started laughing again a second later and he grabbed her throwing her next to where Ginny was trying to scramble back into the boat. He pushed Ginny back into the water and sat down arms between his legs. He started to laugh as both girls glared at him, and then both girls looked at each other, and his eyes went wide for the second that day. "Whatever you're going to do, don't. You know the saying don't get mad get even- screw it, that's a very bad saying." He begged as the girls came closer.

"Okay, remember," he said looking up at the sky for a second smiling he looked back down, "The boat has all our stuff in it." Well he tried.

Both girls split up and each went for a different end of the boat. George lost balance as they rocked it back and forth. Hermione and Ginny laughed as both girls swam to where he had fallen. Each grabbed and arm and they went back to the boat. George was laughing too. They all were as they helped each other into the boat. The rest of the day was just as fun as the beginning. They were all dry in a few hours. Hermione got burnt, even with the sun-block and George got a hook through his finger- all three knew how to take care of something that simple.

Hermione tried for and hour or so to fish but she just couldn't get into it. Ginny and George on the other hand were going crazy. Ginny caught a pretty big fish but she let it go. About an hour later George caught the fish again, and thought it better not to let it go back. "You know, now that it knows so much about us and the outside world we can't let it go back down. It might tell all its fishy friends the big secret about the shiny-pointy- worms." Ginny and Hermione laughed even thought he was the only person that was going to eat it. Ginny was a Vegetarian and Hermione just didn't eat sea food.

George jumped out when they got into shallow water and pulled the boat up the sand. The beach was just as gorgeous late at night as it had been that morning. It was just getting dark, and they knew that the letter from Mrs. Weasley was either about to be there or already there waiting for them. Ginny pulled the boat over to the tree they kept it behind while Hermione and George packed everything that had been taken out.

Ginny was like a little kid sometimes and Hermione felt younger just watching as she handed them her pole and went ahead to make sure the owl wasn't there. She was wearing one of the twins charm hats and they were only about a half a mile from the little beach, so they all figured it's be fine. She slipped behind a tree and apperated home. "Dang her she could have taken the stuff back if she was going to do that." He turned to her, both were holding half the stuff. "You wanna take a short cut?" George asked smiling over at her.

She shrugged as he grabbed her hand and led the way. She couldn't help but smile. Ever since that night she had been able to sleep better at night. She felt safe when she was with him. After they knew Ginny was sleeping she would slip into his room and fall asleep in his arms.

Not that Ginny didn't notice- she was a girl after all. The second she had walked into breakfast the next morning she could feel it. Bit something about sneaking around to do it, just made it eve more exciting, besides they didn't want to be bothered.

He was leading her through the back yards of some of the most beautiful back yards. They had both silently agreed that they wanted to walk home. It was a nice night, clear sky's- starry- and with only a half moon, making it easier for George to enjoy too. The houses they were passing were little but still very cute, with amazing gardens and freshly cut grass. They were walking in silence, not dark enough to only see what was in front of them, when they heard a hissing noise and stopped dead in their tracks. George squeezed Hermione's hand tighter and she squeezed his shoulder just as tight.

Something cold hit Hermione's face and she screamed, shielding her face with her arm. George growled lumos loudly to the night just as he to was hit in the face. Both of them looked over their arms at the same time taking a step back as the light sparkled off of something and more hissing sounded. "Dang sprinklers." George laughed, "As if we haven't already gotten wet enough."

Hermione laughed too. "That scared the shit out of me."

George tutted, "Well maybe we should apperate home so you can clean yourself up."

She hit him playfully on the arm as they started walking again. Ginny looked at them like they were mad when they came walking in the door dripping wet. They smiled and headed for the stairs but Hermione slipped on the floor and George caught her laughing. They both dropped to the floor laughing. Ginny to was laughing as she wrote the letter to her parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Wealsy were different when they came back. Hermione had temporarily thought they were under some type of curse but she decided that wasn't the case at all. They were just happy, happy for the first time in a long time. Mr. Weasley was even smiling when he apperated with the bags, laughing about something a maid had said to him on the way out. Ginny and George were so happy to see this that they jumped at him the second her set the bags down, "Oh." He chuckled, "I missed you too."

Hermione smiled and made them all some hot chocolate and sat down with them to hear the stories. Ginny had fallen asleep in one of Athur's arms and Molly was talking quietly in the other on one couch, Arthur was smiling into the fire. And George and Hermione were on the other. George was sitting up at one end and Hermione was laying on the other with her feet on his legs.

"You three should come next time, to the ocean. It was the most beautiful place- we could all go swimming at the beach." She smiled and her husband nodded in agreement not looking away from the fire.

George and Hermione looked at each other smiling. "Maybe mom. But I think the three of us have had enough water this weekend to last for a while."

They all heard the tapping noise and then saw the owl, fly over to Hermione and land on the couches back- sticking it's leg out. Who was owling her this late.

Hermione,

I don't know where you are but get the Weasley's and get down here. Ron opened his eyes earlier and we think there's a good chance he could do it again soon.

Healer Linning

Hermione was standing on the couch the second she had finished, screeching she told the Weasley's what was happening. Ginny was now fully awake and looking at her parents. No one made a move for a second and then there was a series of popping noises as every single one of them apperated into the hospital.

They all ran to the room knowing by now where it was. The door was open and Healer Linning, their night nurse was waiting inside. She turned to Hermione and smiled, "I thought you all might be together. I sent an owl for Mr. Weasley as we-"

"Linnings?" Hermione said stamping her foot.

"He woke up about a half hour asking where he was, and how long he's been out. We think he passed out when we told him what had happened. He'd looked over and Harry and just closed his eyes- okay well the point is the healers are saying that he just fainted and that he should be up-" Hermione grabbed her arm looking over the woman's shoulder. His eyes flutter a little but he seemed to decide to keep them shut.

Moll rushed forward and grabbed his hand, "Ron?" She whispered grabbing his hand.

Recognizing the voice he opened his eyes slightly. "Mom?" was all the breathing mask aloud him to say.

"And dad." Arthur said running around the bed to grab his youngest sons other hand.

George and Ginny jumped to in next to their mom, "And us." George said for him and Ginny.

Ron smiled a little lightly, only able to say short words he summarized, "four?"

"Hermione's right here." Molly said waving Hermione to go stand next to Arthur. Hermione knew she didn't want to explain anything to him now, she didn't either. Arthur smiled and let Ron's hand slip out of his and into Hermione's.

Ron smiled at her and then looked at the rest of them. He frowned slightly as he said, "Sorry." And then his eyes fluttered shut as Molly stroked back his hair and he fall back to sleep.

Please remember to review and tell me what you think I should do about the title. Heck, that was radom... should i fit a reason for it into the story or should i give it a new title completely. Ive become rather fond of Llama llama, it gives it originality that only me and the guy from Carl from Jimmy Nutron could ever think of. Well thanks!

Cee