AN: I do not own Harry Potter. I'm neither British, nor a woman named Jo.

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"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said as she entered the kitchen at the Burrow.

"Oh, Hermione, you're back. Good," Molly said, turning from where she was dusting the top of the cabinets by hand. "Would you straighten up the bookshelves in the living room, dear?"

Hermione smiled. "Sure thing. Just let me go change first," she said.

"Alright, dear," Molly said. "Oh, and while you're upstairs, would you check on the boys for me? I sent them up there about an hour ago to clean Ron's room, but I have a feeling they're not."

"Okay," Hermione nodded, and headed upstairs.

Ducking into her room, she went over to the dresser and pulled out what she called her cleaning outfit - an old pair of sweats and a faded Gryffindor T-shirt, along with a bandana covering her hair. She had just changed into the shirt and was in the midst of putting on her sweats when the door was opened and Ginny burst in.

"Geez, Ginny!" Hermione said, quickly pulling her sweats up. "You know, most people knock before they enter a room," she said.

Ginny waved her off. "Eh. I'm not most people," she said. Lying on her stomach on the bed with her face propped up in her hands, she asked, "So, how was it?"

Hermione raised her eyebrow as she held her shirt. "How was what?"

"The date, silly," Ginny laughed, feeling giddy her best girlfriend.

"It wasn't a date, Gin. We just went for a walk to discuss some things. Not to the local shag spot," she said, pulling her shirt on. "And, for your information, it was nice."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I know you two didn't go to Humping Hollow, Hermione. Give me some credit."

Hermione turned to pick up her brush as she asked, "What the hell is Humping Hollow?"

"The local shag spot, as you put it," Ginny said, walking up behind her and taking the brush. "I'll do braids for you," she said.

"Thanks," Hermione said.

"Yeah. And...nice?" Ginny asked as she looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow in the mirror while she pulled the left side of her hair back.

"Yes. We had a talk. I learned some new things about Neville and told him stuff he didn't know about me. We talked about how many kids we want," she said. "Well, how many kids we'd be willing to have, not how many we're actually going to have. Money, jobs, where we'll live. Important things. And then he asked me out on Friday," Hermione said.

Ginny squealed as she hugged Hermione from behind. "Why didn't you tell me that first?" she asked. "Did he say where you're going? Oh, we might need to go shopping. We can get manicures and pedicures. Oh! I have the cutest heels you can borrow. We'll also need to decide on a hairstyle. Up, down, maybe some sort of combo? And don't worry, I'll do your makeup. We'll go with simple and understated. We can..."

"Ginny, would you take a breath!" Hermione said as she turned to face her friend. "Neville didn't tell me where. He said he'll owl me later. For all I know, it might just be to the Leaky Cauldron."

Ginny deflated and frowned. "Oh," she said. "But, I like dressing you up. You're like my own personal doll," she said, patting Hermione's head.

"Thanks for that," Hermione said sarcastically. "Look, if you'll feel better, I quite like the idea of a mani/pedi," she said, smiling when she saw Ginny's face light up again.

"We can go to that new salon in Diagon Alley! I'll go owl them for an appointment on Friday afternoon," Ginny said excitedly as she bounced back out of the room, making Hermione shake her head and laugh. For a tomboy, Ginny had quite the girly side.

Tying her bandana over her braids, she left her room and headed to Ron's room, preparing for whatever shenanigans her best friends were up to.

Meanwhile, Neville was at Seamus and Dean's flat, listening to them complain about their matches over cold beer and pizza.

"You know, we've been going on and on about our future wives, but Nev over there has yet to tell us who his future Mrs. Longbottom is," Dean teased, smirking over his beer bottle.

"Aye, I did notice, Dean," Seamus said in the same teasing voice. "Perhaps she's not anything to brag about, eh?"

Dean nodded in mock seriousness. "Ah, I quite agree, Seamus. Whaddya think? Boils and warts?"

"Maybe she's bald?"

"No teeth?"

"Green scales?"

"It is a she, right?"

Neville was laughing right along with them as they threw out different aspects of his future wife. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when he told them who he was lucky enough to get.

"Nah, none of that, guys. I actually got matched with Hermione," he said, giving his own smirk as the two froze in shock with their mouths hanging open.

"You and Granger?" Seamus asked with eyes as wide as galleons.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Dean asked.

"Just lucky, I guess," Neville shrugged.

"Lucky indeed," Dean said. "You get matched with one of the hottest witches in the world, and you act like it's no big deal?"

"Mate, this is a HUGE deal!" Seamus yelled. "There wasn't a bloke at Hogwarts that last year who wouldn't have given their left bollock for a go with her," he said.

"I know. I was one of them," Dean said, wincing when Neville reached over and punched him in the arm. "Fuck's sake," he hissed. "Sorry, Nev, but it's true," he added, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, it may be, but watch it," Neville warned, pointing at him.

"Oh, come on, Neville!" Seamus laughed. "You sayin' you wouldn'ta given anything for a go? 'Cause I heard you a couple times moaning her name from behind your curtains," he said, raising his eyebrows.

Neville blushed, making the other two laugh. "Yeah, alright. But that's different. I've been crazy about her for years. I didn't want her for just a romp in the rose bushes. Still don't, actually. I want her for everything and forever," he said.

Dean and Seamus wiped pretend tears off their faces.

"Awww. Our boy's all grown up," Dean said in a whimper.

"I'm so proud," Seamus mock-sobbed.

Neville rolled his eyes as he picked up his beer. "Piss off, you wankers," he said with a chuckle, making them laugh.

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