Chap 2! Some R/H fluff, thoughts from Harry, and of course, more Fred and George fun!

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Ron sat in the comfortable kitchen of the Burrow, fidgeting nervously as he played chess at the worn kitchen table with Harry. He picked up his knight and sat it back down, then picked it up again and once more sat it back in it's original position, unable to make up his mind of where to move the piece in his hand. Things, even things he was good at such as chess and Quidditch were becoming increasingly more difficult to complete over the last few days, increasing daily as his thoughts strayed to this particular day of summer. Not that there was anything usual about today really. Nothing more unusual then previous summers. His other best friend was arriving today to visit and stay for the remainder of the summer, but that was nothing spectacular,seeing her had never been anything exceedingly special before. Nothing special that he'd admit to anyway...

He started to pick up his knight again when the voice of his other best friend, Harry Potter, interrupted his thoughts.

"I would quit doing that if I where you." Harry warned Ron. "It looks like you knight is going to be ill."

Ron looked down at his knight and sure enough, his knight's face was turning a sickly green under his helmet. Ron apologized and finally moved his knight. Harry picked up a pawn and knocked Ron's knight off the board. Ron failed to notice, however, as he was staring intently out the kitchen at the front door, as if some sort of x-ray vision was going to kick in any second and let him see what was behind it.

"Looking for something in particular?" asked Harry, trying to contain a smile. He knew what Ron was looking for. Though the redhead had been trying to hide it, his growing excitment over the last few days had become noticable to most of the Weasley household, particullary to Harry himself. Harry knew what his best friend had been counting down the days until Hermione arrived, Ron's obvious affection forHarry's other best friend had been becoming more obivious each year. Ron had like her for some time now, which he made plainly obvious at the Yule Ball their 4th year at Hogwarts. Harry was thoroughly amused by his best friend's crush, and supported him in his presual of Hogwart's smartest student.

Harry watched Ron's face reddened slightly as he turned his attention quickly away from the door. "Of course not," he said defensively. "I was just looking to see if Dad had gotten home yet. Want to make sure everything went ok and all, Hermione's never Apprated before."

He tried to sound casual about Hermione coming, but Harry could see the look of semi-contained excitement on his friend's face. Ron couldn't wait to see Hermione. Inwardly, Harry smiled to himself. Maybe being in confined quarters with the girl he liked would finally get Ron to admit his feelings for Hermione. Being at school with her had certainly done nothing to push the couple together, much to his and all of Griffendor's dissappointment. It seemed the only ones who didn't know how the two felt about each other were the couple themselves. This made it very fustrating for the people around them. Harry remembered the chaos after the Yule Ball, the scene Ron and Hermione had made, Ron almost visably green with envy. The two should have figured it out then, but no. Both were too thick for that.

He looked over and saw Ron staring at the door again.

Harry had to fight hard to keep himself from grinning.

"Your move," he reminded Ron, which broke his fixed gaze at the front door again.

"Huh?" said Ron, snapping out of it. "Oh, yeah." Ron started to move his hand towards his bishop when a loud crack sounded from outside the front door of the Weasley's home. Ron jumped up and ran towards the door. "I'll get it!" he shouted, trying to calm himself through his excitement. The readhead race out of the kitchen and slid to a stop in front the entrance to the Weasley home.

Behind him, Harry finally grinned.

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"Now when we go downstairs to grace the household with our presence," began Fred, he and his twin still sitting in the same spot the had been in since their father and Hermione had arrived. "Should we go downstairs and ask Hermione about her summer? Or let our dear brother ask and take the full credit in making a fool of himself?"

George pondered this question seriously as he and his twin got up and made their way towards the door. "Tis' a difficult question, dear brother," he said thoughtfully. "Though I always feel we should take some credit in causing chaos whenever possible..."

"A statement I wholeheartedly agree with," nodded Fred.

"...I think we should get our brother get the total privilage of humiliating himself in front of the woman he loves." concluded George.

"Hummm..." mused Fred. "Yet another good point from your obivious brilliant Weasley mind."

"A mind our dear brother Ron has sadly never inherited," sighed George tragically.

"Not all can be as lucky as us," consold Fred. "But back to the problem at hand. I think we should give our blundering brother all the credit. If he's going to royally embarrass himself for his dreamwoman, he might as well do it right!"

"Point taken." nodded George. "So we are agreed?"

"Agreed." Fred replied. Both boys shook hands to confirm their decision.

"Now," George began. "Shall we go watch our brother make a fool of himself?"

"Let's," said Fred.

Both boys left their room and headed downstairs, eager for the fun to begin.

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