The rest of the year had gone by, and the long summer had followed it

The rest of the year had gone by, and the long summer had followed it. Now they were back at the train station. It was greeting people, saying hello to friends, and good-byes to most of the Weasley family.

And also, though he wasn't exactly saying good-bye to her, it meant a couple of kisses from Ginny for Harry when the rest of her family was looking away, distracted by Ron.

"McGonagall'll kill you if she finds you two at that at school," Ron whispered.

"Think she'll like it any better with you and Hermione doing it?" Harry whispered back.

Run blushed furiously, and turned to him, "What d'you mean? I'm not- we're not- I mean- nothing- where- what made you think of that?"

Harry covered up his laughs with a pretend cough. Ron's ears had turned fuchsia and he looked as if he'd been hanging upside down for a few hours. "Nothing," he said, finally calming himself down. "Just joking, that's all."

They started walking again when they saw an amazingly pretty girl walking- no, floating, more like- towards the train. She looked at them and gave them a small smile.

"That's her, Harry! That's my Veela wife!" Ron whispered excitedly, as his face was returning to its natural color.

Harry nodded; it was the girl he'd seen getting married to Ron. And, from the looks on everyone else's faces- the guys were practically drooling, and the girls were either glaring furiously or walking up to say hello, already overly friendly.

She walked up and started whispering to Ginny. They were talking excitedly for a long while. Ron was still staring, and Harry wondered if it was Ginny that would introduce the two of them.

The girl got on the train with Ginny, and Ron and Harry followed, though they had to go to an entirely different compartment since the two girls quickly disappeared.

Had it been the vision or for other reasons that Hermione had decided to go to Fleur this summer? She often wondered this until she came to the train today.

It was the look on Ron's face that made her do it. Much as she hated to say it, she found it surprisingly easy to do so. She knew why; he didn't.

And it'd have to stay that way, she told herself quietly, reminding herself of the ring Ron had been twisting 'round his finger at Harry and Ginny's wedding.

He never would, never could know. There was no messing with the future. Already this summer it had proven to be right, about her. This would be no different.

It got to a point where Harry felt like hitting Ron. He'd already had to tell Seamus not to, since he was looking awfully close to doing so, along with both Dean and Neville.

Ron would not stop talking about the girl. Or Hermione.

Finally, just to get him to shut up, Harry asked Ron if he'd play a game of Exploding Snaps with him in the common room. He offered the same to Dean, Seamus, and Neville, but they all profusely refused, wanting rather to enjoy the precious silence without Ron in the room.

Ron agreed, remembering the vision the previous year, and, seeing as how the vision had been right about the Veela girl coming to Hogwarts, he didn't want to miss anything.

They walked down to the common room and sat down to start the game.

Every few minutes there would be a small sound, or someone coming in through the entrance to the common room, and Ron's head would jerk up ferociously and he'd look around wildly.

After about three games, Ron gave up on looking for the Veela girl and simply played.

Then, on their fourth or fifth game- Harry stopped keeping track- the door swung open, and there she was.

Ron didn't see her at first.

Harry saw the girl give Ginny a nervous look, and Ginny pushed her forward a bit. Harry heard Ginny whisper, "Come on, it's bad enough I have to watch you and my brother." He smiled.

The girl took a few steps forward and Ron finally looked up, slowly and casually, nothing like before.

Harry could tell the instant Ron had found the girl. His eyes lit up and he was grinning, and Harry saw his fingers clench against the table in an effort to keep himself from going up to her.

Instead, she walked to him.

Harry took this chance to leave the common room, catching Ginny on the way out.

"So, who's Ron's future crush?" he whispered.

Ginny looked around her. "Here, come with me," she said, leading him back out the exit- she obviously wanted to give Ron and the Veela-girl some privacy.

They walked down the hall.

Once outside in the hall, Harry questioned her. "Who's that girl? How do you know? Why isn't Hermione back from Italy yet? Come on, I know you know."

Ginny gave him a stern look, and he gave her a sheepish look. "I'll thank you not to take that tone with me," she said, slightly cross. "Why are you so obsessed?"

"Because I've had to listen to Ron talk about Hermione all summer, and Hermione and that girl ever since school started," Harry replied, sighing.

Ginny gave him a little smirk, but didn't say anything.

"Well?"

She gave a little sigh and looked at him. She looked around again to make sure no one else was around to listen. "Well," she said. "You see, that is Hermione."

Harry let this sink in. "That's- that's Hermione, in there with Ron?" he said finally.

Ginny nodded.

Harry thought for a while, then grinned.

"What?" asked Ginny suddenly.

"I'm just remembering," he said.

"Tell me," she replied.

"Well, it's just that, last year, in Divination, we were studying crystal balls and we all saw our futures- except Hermione- and Ron and I saw him getting married to this really pretty girl, and it was- it's really Hermione," said Harry, shaking his head unbelievably. "I've been hearing about Ron's Veela-wife for over a month now."

"Veela? That's crazy!" Ginny said. "But Hermione did see her future," she said, her face suddenly confused. "She didn't tell you?"

"No; what was it?" Harry asked.

Ginny shook her head. "No, I ca- Well, I guess I can tell you; I think she was mainly wanting to keep it a secret from Ron. She saw your- our wedding, and Ron was there, and he had a wedding ring on his finger, and she-"

"She thought he'd married someone else," Harry whispered in realization.

"And I've finally convinced her that she's got to tell him, and so that's what she's in there doing now," Ginny finished.

Harry thought for a moment, wondering what was happening back in the common room. Suddenly he smiled. "Let's just hope they're not one of those couples who argue loads."