Part 3! Woot! Ron and Hermione reunite!

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Ron slid to a stop in front of the door seconds after he heard the sound of his father Apparating home with Hermione. He took a deep breath, this was the moment he had been waiting all summer for, the moment when Hermione would finally arrive. Ron took another deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it, and pushed the door open to reveal to people on the other side. One, a tall man with red hair much like his own, and glasses, was his father. "Hello Ron!" he said, greeting his son cheerily. "I've brought you another guest!" he stated, gesturing to the girl next to him. "Now you two say hello while I go tell your mother we got here in one piece."

Mr. Weasley strode past his son into the house, and turned into the kitchen to start the search for his wife. This left Ron and Hermione standing alone at the door, looking at each other in silence. Ron look at Hermione silently, not knowing what to say, and was just about to attempt to say something when Hermione threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly around the neck.

Ron felt his ears burst into a violent shade of red at Hermione's embrace. Not knowing how else to react, he returned the hug, and was thoroughly enjoy it when Hermione broke the embrace and stepped back from him.

Ron was slightly disappointed by this, but his disappointment faded as he looked at Hermione's face and saw her beaming at him. He couldn't beamed back at her. He had missed her so much, and now her she was, standing in front of him, looking radiant. And she had just hugged him. Life was wonderful.

"Ron!" she exclaimed her face still beaming. "I've missed you! How've you been? How's everybody here?"

Ron hesitated a moment, the fact that she had just said she missed him sending a wave of happiness over him. She missed him! Him! Ron Weasley!

He then realized she was waiting for an answer and cleared his throat, his ears redding slightly for not answering her right away. "Everybody's been great. I've been great. But now things are even better, now that you're here!" Ron, suddenly realizing what he had just said, wracked his brain for something to say so that she wouldn't suspect his feelings for her. "You know, cause now we can all hang out together! You, me, and Harry, that is."

Ron thought he saw Hermione's face change slightly at this last comment, but it changed back a second later so he figured it was nothing. "That's true! Speaking of him, where is Harry?"

Harry, who had been watching the entire scene between Ron and Hermione from the kitchen, now stood up and made his way towards his two best friends. "Hey Hermione," he greeted. Hermione raced over to and threw her arms around his neck as well, hugging him tightly, the same way she had done to Ron.

Ron felt slightly disheartened by the fact Hermione had hugged Harry to, but he noticed she didn't seem to hug Harry nearly as long as she had hugged him. Maybe it was his imagination, but Ron decided to take this as a possible good sign either way.

After Hermione released Harry all three walked to the kitchen to catch up on what the others had been up to. Ron and Harry sat across from each other at their original positions facing each other across the chessboard while Hermione sat next to Ron.

The three friends sat their talking for a minute, Ron explaining how he and Harry had been playing chess the moment before, adding as he spoke that he had been winning, which caused Hermione to smile. "Modest, aren't we?" she said, shaking her head. Ron was about to tell her that he was just being honest, and what was wrong with that, when he heard the sound of voices entering through the kitchen door.

Ron looked up to see his twin brothers, Fred and George, coming through the kitchen door, discussing something. Both stopped when they saw him looking at them and grinned.

"Hallow everyone!" Fred greeted. "Greetings!" proclaimed George, bowing mocking at the trio.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, annoyed by his brothers presence.

"We live here, remember?" asked George.

"Dispite what mum may wish..." added Fred.

Ron glared at the two, but said nothing. He just hoped they didn't do anything to embarass him in front of Hermione, they probably would anyway, he just hoped it was sooner than later.

"You three just continue with whatever you were discussing," said Fred, waving his hands at them as he and George passed. "George and I are just going to wip up a bit of something to eat. Pretend we're not even here."

"We'd like nothing better," muttered Ron. The twins caught what he said and shook their heads.

"Temper, temper, little brother." warned George.

"You don't want to embarass yourself in front of Harry and your lady friend, now do you?"

Ron's ears wentbright red at the last part. His face burned in anger as he turned on his brothers.

"Why don't you two go and stick a-"

"Your interested in cooking?" Hermione interrupted, trying to change the subject to aviod an arguement. Both the twins nodded their heads enthustically.

"It's been a dream of ours to learn to cook for years," said George.

"Ever since dad brought home that muggle tape with that chef emile or iron chef, or whatever his name was." said Fred said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "He was an inspiration to us. Though he might have actually been two seperate people on two seperate tapes. Who knows. He's still our hero."

"Really?" asked Hermione.

"No," admitted George. "We're just a mite hungery, that's all."

"Don't tell mum," warned Fred. "She'll get ideas if she knowswht brilliantcooks we are. She might make us cook gourmet meals for you all the time! And some are undeserving of our cooking," he added, sending Ron a look that everyone but Ron himself caught.

The three friends stared at the twins with the same odd expression on their faces for a moment longer, then, dismissing it as just a Fred and George thing, continued with their previous conversation.

"So what have you to been up to the last few days?" asked Hermione. "Tell me everything."

"Nothing too exciting," replied Ron. "Just practicing Quidditch, playing chess, avioding exploding muggle items that dad brings home. You know, the usual."

"Exploding muggle items?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow. As Ron proceeded to tell her about how Fred and George had gotten hold of a bag of muggle items their dad had brought home, George nudged Fred with his elbow, as Fred had started tapping his foot impatiently at the trio's general chatter.

"Stop that," whispered George, as he used his wand to order a frying pan to come towards him."You might draw their attention. And then who know's what'll happen?"

"I can't help it," whinned Fred under his breath. "It's taking forever! We've been here a whole..." Fred glanced up at the muggle clock his father had installed. "...two minutes! I mean really! You'd think they would be considerate and have had our dear brother embarass himself already!"

"But they don't know that he's going to embarass himself!" reminded George.

"I know," sighed Fred. "But that doesn't mean I like it."

"I don't like it eather," sypathsized George. "Accio eggs!"

A cartoon of eggs zoomed out of the refridgotator and landed on the counter.

"But Fred, really. What else can we do but wait? Fast forward time?"

"Hey! That's not a bad-"

"Nah. Remember when mum almost caught us last time?"

"True. Who knew she'd get so mad about us trying to fast forward to when Percy would graduate?"

"Just cause' that would been a couple of years lost-"

"Shh!" Fred held up a hand to silence George. Both listened intently as they heard Hermione's voice.

"...and then I went on vacation out of the country for the first time. By myself! It was so much fun."

"That's awsome. Where'd you go to visit Hermione?"

Both twins head's snapped around as the heard Ron ask Hermione this question. They held their breaths in excitement-this was it!

"Oh," Hermione began, looking down slightly as if suddenly reluctant to disclose the location of her vacation. "Well, I went to, um, the East. To visit a friend of mine. That's all."

Harry, the twins noticed, seemed to have caught on to where and who Hermione had gone to visit, as his face paled slightly. He looked at Hermione with a weird expression on his face, as if she was going to set off an atomic bomb. The twins snickered, and looked over at Ron to see if he had caught on as well. But Ron sat looking at Hermione expectantly, still oblivious as to the location of her visit.

"But where'd you go?" he asked her again, slightly confused as to why Hermione seemed so reluctant to reveal the location of her visit.

The twins stared gleefully in anticipation at the two. Hermione, seeming to realize that there was no point in stalling any longer, sighed and sat up straight in her chair. "I went to Bulgaria." she responded.

Ron felt his heart drop into his stomach.

"Bulgaria?" he croaked, staring at Hermione with a weird look on his face. He could faintly hear a weird noise behind him, like semi-contained laughter, but he didn't care. All he could do was stare at Hermione in disbelief and shock.

"Yes," replied Hermione briskly. "To visit Viktor for a week."

Ron's face went ghostly white as he stared at Hermione.

"Krum?"

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