The drive back to the Burrow had been a quite one for Hermione, as she sat quietly squeezing the locket that was now around her neck, and was lost in deep concentration over the memory that wasn't hers. Nobody seemed to mind that she wasn't talking, if they even noticed. Harry and Ginny were playing a game of exploding snaps and Ron was snoring loudly.
Mrs. Weasley was knitting a hat with a putrid green shade, and Mr. Weasley was examining the Dentist tool's that he managed to weasel off Mr. Granger in a trade, he had given him magical self-flossing dental floss.
Hermione didn't mind being left alone, but she wished that she had someone to talk too, someone to tell what she had seen in the flash second the gold had touched her skin. She knew if she tried to tell Ronald he would laugh and say she had hallucinated, Harry probably wouldn't think it was of anything of importance after all the dangerous and weird things he has went through, and Ginny.. Well Ginny was too young to probably even give any good real advice.
Sighing Hermione wished that she had Anna, the girl who she had been friends with since babies.
But as she thought about Anna she noticed that it became harder and harder to remember there childhood together, how come she didn't have any real good memories of her? After all they had spent almost every minute of their childhood together, right? But even though she was certain on this, she began to question how she even became to know Anna, there wasn't very many witches around the muggle town that Hermione lived in, the nearest magical community was about twenty miles away, and as far as she knew her parents didn't even know Anna's parents, and what was that all about when her Mother had said she didn't ever know Hermione had a friend named Anna?
Hours past, and it had started to begin to rain, Hermione had started to feel frustrated over the fact that she couldn't even remember Anna's last name.
"Were here." Shouted the ministry driver five minutes later, as the drove down the muddy dirt path that led to the Weasley's lopsided house. "Hope everybody has gotten a umbrella, its pouring pixies out there!"
Ron woke up with a jolt, rubbing his eye's he said groggily
"Did somebody say that its time for lunch?"
"Ron can you ever not stop thinking of food?" Harry laughed, a small smile across his face, "C'mon were at your house."
Ron stretched and looked a little put out about the idea that there wasn't any food, but hurried out of the car, with the idea that food was awaiting him in the house.
"Boys, I sware." Ginny said rolling her eyes, as she opened the door, and shared her umbrella with Hermione. Harry right behind them.
"What about us?" He questioned in a joking matter.
"There so stupid."
'I agree" Hermione said to Ginny with a faint grin.
"Hey."
"Harry, c'mon you know were kidding around."
"I guess. But I wont take it so easy next time."
The three laughed as they walked into the Burrow.
Inside they were greeted by a warm atmosphere, the twins were home, finally taking a break from there now smash hit joke shop, and taking back up there old job of wreaking havoc and causing Mrs. Weasley to have anxiety attacks. They were now setting off firecrackers, inside the living room, which was causing a considerable amount of china to fall off the cupboard and smash onto the floor.
"FRED, GEORGE!"
"Yes mother" the two said in unison.
"WHAT THE BLOODY MATTER IS WRONG WITH YOU, LOOK AT THIS MESS."
"We just thought we would celebrate the good news!" Said Fred.
"Yeah, where is Bill I want to congratulate him!" George chimed in.
"He'sdowninthegarden"
Ron struggled to say, as he crammed a maple donut into his mouth,
"Ijustsaw him leave." He finished after swallowing.
"Yeah he's with Phlegm." Ginny said with a sick look on her face.
"Phlegm?" Harry and Hermione said together.
"Yes, Phlegm." Ginny said with a tone of great disgust.
'Ginny what have I told you about calling her that!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly, but Hermione got the impression that she wasn't extremely mad.
"Sorry Mum, but honest; you don't like her much either. I don't see the bother in it."
"I don't want you calling her that because she is going to be Bill's wife soon, and you need to treat her with respect!" Shot Mrs. Weasley with a tone of despair. "No matter if I approve of her or not, we will just have to get use to um, Fleur."
"FLEUR?" Hermione said with astonishment.
"Fleur Delacour?" Harry asked, laying down his pumpkin pasty he had just begun to eat.
"The one that was in the tri-wizard tournament?" Hermione asked again, "I cant believe it."
"Yes, its true." Sighed Mrs. Weasley. "They met just soon after the tournament."
"Well that's great! Isn't it?" Hermione said.
"Well if you like excessive Phlegm then I guess its alright." Said Ginny, eyeing her mother cautiously. But this time her mother let it slide.
"She's pretty good lookin' ya kno?" Ron said as he attacked his second donut.
"But you do know what she is, right?"
"A Veela. Yes we know, that's why we wanted Bill to wait, to make sure that he was sure that she was the one, but everyone is rushing into thing's now these day's, since Voldemort has returned, I guess they fear they don't have tomorrow promised to THEM!
A large dragon exploded right by Mrs. Weasley's head, causing her to jump and say 'them' rather loudly, Ron started to laugh, but quickly was silenced at the way Mrs. Weasley was looking at him.
"FRED, GEORGE! If you don't get these stopped before lunch, you'll be sorry."
"Yes. Mother." Said the twins once more in unison, and with a lazy flick of their wands, the firecrackers, that had been tormenting the living room vanished in thin air.
"Now, that's better isn't it?" Mr. Weasley said as he re-entered the kitchen, Hermione hadn't even noticed that he had left, "Now what does everyone want to eat? How about you decide Hermione you're the newest guest."
"Oh.. Well I don't mind, really…"
"IwantPorkchops!" Ron said with once again a full mouth.
"Pork chops it is then!" Cheered Mrs. Weasley as she immediately went off and started cooking.
"C'mon lets go up stairs to my room." Ginny said to Hermione, as they left Ron and Harry talking about the Quidditch Season that year.
Once they entered Ginny's room which was a massive shade of dark purple Ginny burst out in tears.
"I cant stand it anymore"
"Stand what? Hermione asked, shocked at how Ginny had just went from Bubbling happy to sad in 3.2 seconds.
"I cant stop loving him, he's all I ever think about!."
Ginny tackled Hermione and started to cry into her shoulder, Hermione patted her pack, trying to comfort her.
"Now, now Ginny - what are you talking about?"
"Don't be stupid! Who else could it be!"
Big fat tears rolled down Ginny's cheeks, and onto Hermione's pink tea shirt. Then suddenly it hit her, Hermione couldn't believe that she didn't understand Ginny in the first place, she was crying over Harry Potter.
"Ginny, you know Harry broke up for you for your own protection!"
"I know but I'd rather be in danger then to be without him."
Ginny burst out into even more tears, a feat Hermione thought was impossible.
"He treat's me like there was nothing ever between us! I cant stand it.. "
"Ginny you got to understand, he's only looking out for your own good.."
"Well what if I don't care about my own good, what if the only thing I care about his him!"
Hermione didn't know what to say, she wasn't ever very good at the whole comforting thing, she stood there in silence for quite sometime letting Ginny's tears dampen her tea shirt until she decided what to say, and what was the right way to put it.
"Did you ever think that maybe you two weren't meant for each other, maybe its suppose to be this way…."
"Ginny stopped crying immediately and looked up into Hermione's cinnamon brown eye's,
"How could you ever say that, Hermione!"
"Well.. that's the way it seems to be, I don't think it would have worked out…."
Hermione saw the angry flair growing inside Ginny, and she quickly added,
"But who am I to know.. Right?"
"Yeah, your right, who are you to know, when you cant even tell my brother has had a crush on you since the second year!"
"Wha..wha? What?" Hermione stuttered.
"Yeah, to bad there isn't any text books on love, because you really need to smarten up on that criteria.
"Ginny.."
"And don't tell me you don't love my brother, I see you staring at him all the time!"
"Ginny.. Your being mad!"
"MAD! MAD?"
And that was the last of the conversation, Ginny had thrown Hermione out of her room, shut the door and locked it with a locking charm. For some reason Hermione felt that she didn't say the right thing.
"Ginny I'm sorry, please open up."
"Go away."
"Ginny, c'mon.. your being stupid."
"What's the matter?"
Hermione quite pounding on the door immediately, she recognized that voice.. That voice belonged to..
"Ron, its nothing." shouted Ginny from the other side of the door. "Just go away."
"Ginny? Are you crying?"
"So what if I am." She retorted.
"Geez Hermione way to go, five minutes with my sister and you already made her start to cry?"
Hermione knew that Ron was joking because of the tone he said it in, but it still made her angry.
"Ronald! Will you lay off me for once!"
Totally shocked by Hermione's response Ron stepped aside and let her pass, as she stormed past him and up the stairs, towards her most favorite room in the whole house, the orange room that was Ron's bedroom.
Closing the door, she noticed that Ron's tiny owl 'Pig' was fluttering around excited at the sight of a new face, "Hello." Hermione simply said as she fell onto the chudley cannon's bedspread and started to cry.
"Maybe, just maybe Ginny is right? Maybe I am blind to love.."
A single tear ran down the side of her creamy skin,
"But this is stupid, why am I crying; its only Ron.. Stupid Ron!"
But no matter how many time's Hermione would tell herself that it was only 'stupid' Ron, she felt even worse, because deep down inside, she knew. She didn't just want Ron as a friend anymore.
"Pig, how should I tell him? What if he doesn't feel the same about me? What if it ruins are friendship?"
Hermione clutched her locket, "No, it possibly could never work; its to risky."
"Hermione can I come in?"
But before Hermione could answer to Ron's request, she was transported to another memory.. This time it felt extremely real.
"Amara come here now."
A little girl of about three came running to a man, a man with extremely blonde hair.
"Now what did I say to you about wondering out of our yard?"
"Sowie dadda"
"Aw its ok princess, just don't go running over to the house again." That was strange thought Hermione, why was that word unable to be heard?
The dream went on.
The man, who's face looked kind; but scared badly picked the little girl up; Hermione's heart stopped, the girl had a striking resemblance to what Hermione looked like when she was a toddler, except for the fact that 'Amara' had straight blonde hair.
The dream started to fade away, and Hermione was whisked back to reality, as Ronald's room came into focus she noticed that she wasn't alone, Ron was standing over her, Hermione had fallen out of his bed.
"Hermione, what the..?"
"It happened again Ron.."
"What did?" Ron asked curiously as he helped her back up onto her feet, "Why are you on the ground? I heard you screaming again, and then.. I saw you fall down onto the floor."
"The locket.. It.. It showed me another dream."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Hermione I don't think that locket is any to good."
"Of course it is, it's Amara's."
"Who's?"
"What?"
"You just said the locket belongs to Amara, who's Amara?"
"I did not just say that, quite putting words into my mouth!"
"But.. but yes you did!"
"Ronald must you please keep this up."
"Kiss me."
"What?
"Kiss me!"
"What!" Hermione couldn't think of anything else to say, had that dream damaged her hearing?"
"Bloody hell Hermione, must you be so thick sometimes?"
Before Hermione could say something back about not being as thick as him, there lips met. Hermione felt like she was melting into thin air, this certainly couldn't be possible, could it? How long had she wanted this, how long had she been waiting for this very moment.
Ron's arms held her tightly against him, as he slowly kissed her on the mouth, his soft lips gently brushing against Hermione's, she felt her knee's go weak, and fell into Ron, to keep herself upright., her arms wrapped around his waist, but then as soon as the kiss started it ended.
Hermione pulled away from Ron's hold and blushed a red that would put a apple to shame.
"Ron.. woah Ron.. I..I."
"Shh. Stop muttering and just tell me you love me."
Hermione looked up into Ron's green eye's, loosing herself in the tiny pools of color, unable to speak; she wasn't even sure if she was even able to breath at the moment.
"I love you Hermione." Ron said simply, as he took her hand into his.
"I.. I.. I. . Ron.. "
"And well, I' I've. . Lo-loved you ever since I first laid eye's on y-you."
"Ohh Ron, r-r-really?"
"an-and w-well I t-think"
"Yes?"
"and well I think"
"Yeah?"
"And well, I was th-thinking that.. That well, err.. maybe y-you and me c-could p-pos-possibly you kn-know.. g-g-go out?"
Hermione simply smiled and said yes.
"I love you too Ron, I always have."
