AN: I know, it's been ages. I'm sorry.

"The Burrow." Hermione tossed a pinch of Floo powder into the fire and stepped in. Fortunately, she'd got used to travelling by Floo, and no longer landed in an undignified heap at her destination, like Harry did. Not that it particularly mattered today, only Arthur would be there, and he sounded like he had bigger problems.

Stepping out of the Weasleys' fireplace, she inspected the scene before her. It vaguely resembled the Burrow, but only just. The place looked like a cross between a car factory and a bombsite.

"Hermione, help."

"Is that… was that… a car?"

"Yes. I took it apart with those muggle things, what do you call them, screwdrivers? I had to get rid of the dent in the front of it. And now I don't know how to put it back together."

Ginny, who appeared behind Hermione, surveyed the mess, and shook her head. "How did you get the car…" Her voice trailed off as she saw the gaping hole that had once been a large window.

"We're going to have to get the, um, pieces outside before we can do anything with them. There won't be room to repair it in here." Hermione snapped into action, planning how to fix the mess before the rest of the Weasleys appeared.

Arthur picked up a pile of bits and headed outside with them.

"Honestly, the man should have been a muggle." Ginny sighed, and banished every remnant of the car outside.

"Ginny! You can't do that, it's muggle!"

"Remember the last car you had? You used magic on that."

"And look what happened to it! It flew into the Whomping Willow."

"That was entirely Ron's fault."

"Typical Weasleys," Hermione muttered, before proceeding to cast spells until the car was as good as new. She even managed to remove the enormous dent, and decided it was wiser not to ask how it got there. Now for the window. That was soon fixed as well, and the mess cleaned up. However, the room still smelled strongly of oil and petrol, and nothing she could do was removing it. Mrs Weasley was sure to notice when she returned.

"Hello, Hermione. Thought I wasn't supposed to be seeing you until Saturday."

"Charlie! Close your eyes! Go away!" Ginny shouted at him. Covering his eyes, Charlie still managed to look puzzled."

"Mya, you should go. Thanks for helping." Ginny pushed Hermione to the fireplace, whispering in her ear as she did so. "Look at what you're wearing."

Arriving back home, Hermione pondered those words, but didn't understand until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Of course, she was still wearing her new outfit.

"I wouldn't have gone if I'd known Charlie was going to be there."

She kicked off her shoes, and walked into the bathroom, turning on the taps and pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the bath.

"At least I didn't make a fool of myself, although Ginny was embarrassing."

Leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor, she lowered herself into the hot water.

CRACK!

Ron Weasley appeared, landing in the washbasin. Hermione sank further down, hiding under the bubbles.

"Oops, sorry about that. So, Mya's going out with my older brother at last."

"You know perfectly well that's entirely your fault. Now, if you don't mind, could you wait out there? I'm in the bath, Ron."

He at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Of course."

AN: Read and review, and I'll try to update a bit quicker this time.