Disclaimer: I love JKR. I like my ending also!
"I don't want to talk about her, Harry." Harry smirked.
"Yeah well… she's arriving in a few minutes, so you're going to have to get used to the idea of her." Ron rolled his eyes as he walked down the stairs. Harry tried to keep up. "Why is she coming this early anyway?"
"Since Voldemort's attacking muggles, mum thought it would be better if 'Mione and her parents stayed here. Their also invited to Charlie's wedding." Harry stopped him.
"Wait. Hermione's parents are going to be here? Does your mother know about the fight?" Ron shook his head.
"Why would I tell her that the second daughter she never had is in a row with her son. And that it happens to be my fault." Harry snorted.
"You are actually admitting that it's your fault?" Ron shrugged.
"Don't tell 'Mione." Harry rolled his eyes and followed Ron into the kitchen where Ginny was sitting on the counter. She was flipping through a magazine.
"What are you reading?" Harry asked as they sat down at the table. She didn't look up, rather she lifted up the magazine so that Harry and Ron could see the shirtless Quiddich star in front.
"Are you reading it because of that?" Ron asked, disgusted.
"No Ron. I'm reading it because I'm actually interested in the man's social life." She hopped off the counter and stared at them. "Hermione's coming right?" Ron remained silent. Harry nodded.
"In a few minutes." There was a crash in the living room that signaled that the few minutes were over. Harry and Ginny headed to the room, dragging with them a reluctant Ron. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gotten there already. Hermione was standing to the side while her parents talked to Molly and Arthur. She turned to the door when it opened and smiled when Ginny and Harry entered but stopped once Ron entered. She walked over to them and hugged Ginny and Harry but ignored Ron. She had certainly changed. She was slightly taller, even though Ron would always be the tallest, and her body had filled out beautifully. She was wearing black jeans and a red tank top. She looked absolutely beautiful. Ron's mouth dropped open. She smiled at the two.
"Hey! How are you?" Harry shrugged, glancing over to Ron.
"Fine." She smiled.
"Good." She looked over to her parents. "Hey, Ginny. I need to talk to you. Can we go and put my stuff up?" Ginny nodded. Ron stepped out of the way and noticed as Hermione passed, she glanced at him, making eye contact. She then disappeared up the stairs. He sighed.
"It's going to be a long summer."
"Why don't you just apologize?" Ron turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"Harry. When in our six and a half years of knowing each other have I ever apologized to Hermione?" Harry sighed.
"Point taken. Let's go."
"Has he mentioned me?" Ginny smiled.
"Sometimes, when he's muttering to himself. He then goes on and on about how you can be annoying and a big know it all." Hermione sighed. Ginny watched him for a moment.
"What exactly are you two fighting about?" Hermione looked away.
"It's nothing." Ginny looked at her.
"Hermione… what happened?" She looked up at Ginny.
"Ron and I had a moment." Ginny was confused.
"What?" Hermione sighed.
"Ron and I kissed…" Ginny gasped.
"Really?" Hermione nodded. Ginny was still confused.
"Then why are you fighting?" Hermione looked up at her.
"We got scared…"
"What?" Hermione looked away.
"We got scared and now he doesn't want to talk about it… so we got in a fight." Ginny gazed at her distraught friend.
"Oh Hermione…" Hermione shook her head.
"Don't. I don't want pity. If Ron wants to be an ass then so be it.
A/N: R/R!1
