As they passed the entry to Fleur's building, Hermione smiled and wondered if the blonde had seen the book and if she had already begun to read it.
"Fleur lives around here, right? Ginny told me her flat was near ours…" Harry said, not taking notice of his friends smile.
"Yes. Right there, actually."
Soon they were getting inside their new apartment. Hermione looked around and smiled. They had brought the flat with most of the furniture so it was mostly the same as when the saw it for the first time. She noticed two new bookcases on the living room.
"I wanted to buy some bookshelves so you could have some books around here, so I asked Ginny to help me choosing. We hope you like it."
"It's perfect but honestly I can only place about one third of the books I own here…" She laughed knowing she had far too many books. Harry smiled knowingly. "We don't really have much to decide, right?"
"I know you have one of the bedrooms in mind for yourself, 'Mione. I imagine it's one of the two that have a balcony…"
"Uhh, I'd like to keep the one that has the backyard view… I basically fell in love with that one…"
"It's okay, I liked the other one better anyway. I had our fireplace linked to the floo network and we also have telephone."
"We both have our keys. I'm assuming Ginny has a copy too?"
"Sure. You can give one to your veela too…" Harry teased. Hermione's face instantly became scarlet.
"Fleur is not mine, although I'd like that, I think. Just shut up, Harry!" Hermione ranted as the men in front of her laughed. "Oh, speaking of her, I might ask her what's the spell she used to make her door respond to her and unlock itself when she touches it… I could use it here if you agree, of course."
"A door that doesn't need a key to open? And that doesn't accept alohomora to be unlocked? Count me in!" He said as soon as he managed to stop laughing. She nodded, mentally tacking note to ask the blonde about it.
She still had about an hour until she had to leave and meet her parents. She began walking around the apartment, almost squealing. Yes, she was sad to leave her parent's house and her old bedroom but it was also a great joy to have her own place. Well, not only her own it was Harry's too. But they both were very similar and she took notice of it during last year. The two of them were able to roommate and she was sure that they would have wonderful time there.
"We need food." She said as she opened the fridge.
"Food that, in no freaking way, you are going to cook." Harry said mockingly.
"I had no intention to do so. You are way better than me cooking."
"The last time you tried to cook you almost burned the tent down. You are so no touching that kitchen. I'm afraid you will tear it down trying to get cereal." They both laughed at that idea.
"Don't ever say that next to Ron. He won't ever let it go."
"Sure. What else we need? Food, some paintings to hang around…"
"I think that's all." They were both walking around the place. Hermione transfigured some of the furniture into something she imagined they both would like better, always asking for Harry's approval before making the change permanent. "I have to go meet my parents so I can bring my things."
"Yeah, I'll head to the burrow to bring mine. What do you say about a family dinner?"
"It's a lovely idea. I was thinking about going to a restaurant, actually."
"I'll cook, Hermione. I should get going if I want that to happen." He walked to the fireplace, waved her goodbye and was gone. Hermione looked around and disapparated. It was a good thing the building held only two flats and that the other one was owned by a wizard too.
She appeared inside the Leaky Caldron and headed out just as her parents approached the bar entry. They were both smiling as the got back to the car. None of them said much as Hermione guided them to the building but she noticed some boxes that weren't there earlier. Before she could ask anything about them, her mother caught her attention asking how they had found the place. Parking the car in front of the building, her father got out and picked up a box so he could carry it into the edifice. All boxes were jinxed so they would weigh no more than what the loader could carry so it would be a rather easy job to get all of them upstairs.
"I should show you around first. Than we can come back down and get everything upstairs." Hermione said to him, smiling. He nodded and followed her into the building, holding his wife's hand. "Oh, Harry wants to cook for you and the Weasleys. I agreed to have dinner here. I hope you don't mind"
"Dear, if he is half the wonderful cooker you keep telling us, it will be a pleasure!" Her mother answered, with a smile and her dad nodded along.
When Hermione opened the door, they were greeted with a lot of noise. Hermione smiled, thinking she wanted her home to be like that sometimes. It felt like Griffindor's common room. Mr. Weasley was the first to notice them, he greeted them with a smile and a hug. Soon Hermione was being mobbed by redheads. The last one was Mrs. Weasley, who came from the kitchen after hearing the commotion.
"Thank you for bringing Ginny and Luna back to the Burrow, Hermione." She said after greeting them.
"Oh, it was nothing. I did promise Harry I would and she is my best friend." Hermione smiled.
"Harry apologizes he can't come as he is cooking but dinner will be ready soon, I suppose you have to bring your things to your room…" The redhead mother said. "Bill, Fred, George and Ronald!"
"Yes, mom…" The four answered.
"Go help Hermione bringing her stuff, so she will be settled before dinner!"
"Yes, mother…" The group obeyed.
All the boxes were brought up and were waiting for her attention on a corner of her room within half an hour. They were all gathered on the living room, chatting and waiting for the food when the fireplace erupted in green flames a very unique Luna emerged from there.
"I'm sorry, I'm late…" The girl was staying at the Burrow for a few weeks as her father was traveling and gathering information for an article for his newspaper. "I wanted to bring a gift for you." She was holding two boxes wrapped in red and smiled at Hermione.
"No worries, Harry is actually still cooking…" Hermione took both boxes and placed them on the coffee table.
In a few minutes, Hermione and Ginny were settling the table. They all sat and enjoyed the meal Harry and Mrs. Weasley made. All of them praising Harry's ability to cook. Ron made a joke about Hermione lack of knowledge in that specific area and everyone laughed as he told the story of how she nearly burned their tent.
"It might be my fault. I never liked cooking so I always had someone to do it or we would just go out." Her mother defended her.
"Thinking about it, it's quite true. I don't remember seeing you at the kitchen very often when I was little." Hermione smiled, seeing how her parents merged with the Weasleys and realized that she always wished she could bring them together. They were all her family and she was very much proud of them.
Later that night, after only her, Harry and, obviously, Ginny were left in the flat, Hermione started to go through her boxes. Not before she opened her gifts from the Weasleys (a handmade red duvet with a huge golden H in the middle), Luna (something the girl instructed her to place on her desk so it could keep some creatures - she didn't understand its name - from her) and her parents (a bunch of framed family photos and a big framed poster of her favorite Shakespeare play). As she finished placing everything where she wanted, Hermione heard a light knock on her door.
"Come in!" Ginny and Harry stood in her doorframe.
"You are quick! Harry is yet to open his gifts…" Ginny said, nudging her boyfriend.
"It might be because I don't have anyone to distract me…" Hermione smirked, seeing both her friends blush.
"Anyway, I wanted to show you something. Come…" Harry and Ginny headed to the third room with Hermione right after them. She had been wondering what they would do with it. When Harry opened its door, Hermione squealed in joy. "The Blacks have a rather big library and I figured you would want to have access to it." He smiled as his best friend's body collided with his in a tight hug. "Professor McGonagall and professor Flitwick helped us with some incantations so the books that are not reachable will come to you just like Hogwarts' library."
"Oh, Harry! That's wonderful! Thank you!" She entered the room almost crying. From inside, the room had thrice the size it should and had shelves all over the walls and a rather big one creating a secluded area that had a long table and four clearly comfortable chairs mimicking her favorite place at the school's library. Right in the middle of the room, there were four armchairs facing each other with a small table in the middle. Analyzing closely those armchairs, three of them had a Gryffindor emblem embroidered on the cushion.
"Professor McGonagall transfigured the armchairs so they would be just like our favorites at Gryffindor common room…" Ginny said as Hermione touched the badge with her fingers.
"But the fourth…" The brunette begun, thinking out loud. She stopped herself as she understood. "Is it so blatant?"
"I would say yes if my beloved girlfriend wasn't here." Harry said earning an elbow in the ribs from the redhead.
"I still can't believe I didn't notice it before…"
"In your defense, I didn't until I stopped to think." Hermione smiled at her friends. "Thank you, really. This is probably the best gift I could ever wish." They smiled back, as she moved to give them a tight hug. After admiring a little more, the room the three of them said goodnight and went back to their rooms.
A/N: Hey! I'm back! Hope you liked it! review, please!
Thank you for reading!
