Disclaimer: Do you really think that if I owned Harry Potter I would be writing this? I don't think so.

Hermione had always loved the Burrow. From the first time she had seen it she had known it was her favorite place in the world. The place gave off a sense of family and love. It made her feel content with the world just to look at it. There was definitely a reason Amortentia smelled like freshly mown grass, new parchment and the Burrow. Aside from the crooked house, it also had a small pond to the left of the front gate and off a ways. Tall bushes behind concealed the miniature quidditch pitch. On the right side of the house was Hermione's favorite part, the garden and the wood. Trees had always fascinated her, the way they moved in the wind, the shade they gave to everyone, and the support they gave you when reading against the trunk.

Suddenly, the front door of the Burrow opened, and a very excited-looking Ginny spilled out. She ran at Hermione, scattering stray chickens as she came. Hermione put down her bag just in time, as Ginny crashed into her for the biggest hug she had received in a very long time. "Nice to see you too, Gin." She said in a rather sarcastic yet loving voice.

"I'm so glad you're here! I've had no one to talk to except mum, and I really don't think she'd want to hear about my life." Ginny continued to ramble on about nothing in particular, and Hermione tuned her out a bit.

Maybe Ron wasn't here yet, maybe she could spend an entire day at the Burrow without seeing hide or hair of him until she had figured out what she was going to say to him. She trod up the earthen path with Ginny to the front door. As she opened the door and stepped inside, her vision seemed to go bright red for a minute. A number of redheads were sitting at the table. As Hermione's vision adjusted, she noticed that here and there among the Weasley red were a few different hair colors, namely Harry's black, Fleur's golden-blonde, and the heads of Molly and Arthur were much less vibrant than they used to be, now generously lined with gray and white hairs. Hermione surveyed the table; Bill and Fleur were sitting closest to her, with their child, Renard, between them. Next was a beaming Harry; then was Charlie, sporting a new burn on his arm. Sitting at the head of the table was Arthur, with a plump as ever Molly standing behind him fusing with the stove. Fred and George were across form Harry, wearing matching purple and gold outfits. Then was the one person Hermione had dreaded seeing, Ron. She took a sharp intake of breath before realizing that all around the table people were greeting her. She replied 'hello' to each person, and let her thoughts run free.

Ron was here already. His hair was a bit longer than it was the last time she had seen him, but it looked good on him. He apparently had not shaved this morning, and a light stubble was on his face, causing Hermione to swoon a little bit. His outfit was jeans and a tee shirt that he must have gotten at some muggle store. It made him look very laid back and handsome. It was amazing how much time had changed him. Gone was his lanky frame, instead, his muscles filled him out rather nicely.

'No, don't think about him like that!' she scolded herself. His presence was causing a number of problems to her plan of attack. He wasn't suppose to show up for another couple of hours, so that she could be busy with something by the time he showed up. Either that, or he should not be in the kitchen at the time of her arrival. Hermione then became aware that someone was speaking to her.

"Dear, you look starved; do you want something to eat before lunch?" It was Molly. Only she would offer food at any given moment of the day.

"Oh no, I ate a pretty big breakfast. I can wait for lunch like everyone else." Hermione smiled warmly. Actually, she was rather hungry, but another moment in the kitchen with Ron there would probably be the end of her.

This time Ginny spoke, "and you'll be sleeping in Percy's old room. He isn't coming until the actual wedding. Prat. Why do we even need to invite him? He's never exactly been the closest of my brothers!"

"The Minister of Magic cannot take a month off to be at home for his sister's wedding. You should be happy he found time enough to be able to come. He has a very demanding job." Mrs. Weasley was obviously very proud that her third eldest son had lived up to each one of her expectations. He had finally decided to rejoin the family just after Bill and Fleur's wedding, much to the dismay of the remainder of the family.

"Whatever, mum." Ginny continued. "Let's take you up to Percy's room, then."

"Okay." Hermione just wanted to get out of his suffocating presence. Ginny lead the way to Hermione's room for the duration of her stay in silence. Gin was obviously still fuming over the fact she had to invite her most hated brother to the wedding. Hermione decided to take initiative at that point. She told Ginny that she was able to get to Percy's room by herself and that she would be down in a few minutes after she was settled. Ginny nodded once and stomped down the stairs. Hermione then made her way through the slightly cluttered stairway until she reached the appropriate level.

Percy's room held a number of boxes in it. She could see that a couple were labeled 'Fred and George' a few 'Christmas' and others with such legends as 'Special Occasions', 'Photos' and 'Toys'. The bed was against the far wall, and a tiny desk was situated under a window. She was glad she had brought a report she was working on for St. Mungo's with her. The closet was very small, but Hermione was able to magically enlarge it to hold all of her clothes. Just then, a knock came from the other side of the door. She opened it to find, much to her surprise, Ron.

"Er, Mum wanted a few boxes from in here. Is it okay for me to grab them?" Ron stared at his trainers as he spoke.

"Oh, of course. I'm just finishing unpacking." She stepped aside to let him in. She turned around to busy her hands, and a small silence followed.

Ron was the first to break it. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

Hermione wheeled around. He was still bent over boxes trying to find the ones he needed. "I got promoted at St. Mungo's. I'm in charge of the jinx and hex defense and treatment center. How about you? I read your book. I rather liked it. Especially the part about finding the real locket."

"Yeah, that book. I don't know why I let the guys in the office persuade me into writing it. They must have noticed my journal. I kept it on my desk for the longest time." He turned around, holding one of the boxes and looked at her. "Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I'm an auror. Got accepted into the program after we..." He broke off. This subject was noticeably uncomfortable for him.

Hermione cut in, "Well, that's great Ron. Always knew you had it in you." She was starting to become flushed.

"Yeah, I suppose so. I had a really tough time in the beginning. If Rachel hadn't been there to…"

"Rachel? You said that you got in just after we broke up. So, you broke up to go out with another woman? I knew that was the reason. Are you two happy now?" She was trying to maintain a calm, but was becoming increasingly upset.

"No, we just got together a few weeks after you left." Hermione could tell that he was starting to get flustered. "She dumped me a month or so later 'cause she found another guy, too. Look, I don't want to talk about that. Can't we talk about something else?"

"Oh no, Ronald. We haven't spoken in 3 years and you want to talk about something else because you cannot handle this topic? I don't think so." Hermione could see beads of sweat forming on his brow. "I want this sorted out. You dump me for another girl, who dumps you soon after. Then you go with another one, and probably thousands more. Why, Ronald?"

Ron was angry now, "Don't call me Ronald! I'm not a 5 year old, Hermione. And don't think I'm the only bad one around here! Krum, McLaggen, Simaki, Minona, and everyone thought you dating Harry for the longest time! So don't go pulling an 'I'm Miss Goody two-shoes' act! I've got your card!"

"Why do you always bring up Victor?"

"I bring up your precious Vicky because I can! Got a problem with that?"

"Well, if you can bring up him, then I suppose we should talk about Lavender." The shock radiated across his face. "Gone to suck off her face, lately? I suppose that is all you can get, isn't it? Cheap whores!"

Ron recovered instantly. His rage heightened with every word, "Maybe I did go back out with her! Don't call her a whore, either. You don't even know her!"

"Don't know her, do I? I think I would after spending seven years in the same dorm as her! At least Viktor didn't cheat on me every opportunity he got. He had tons of girls lining up, being a quidditch star and all, yet he didn't feel the need to date all of them in one go!"

"You know what, Hermione? Leave me alone. All we have to do is be at the same ceremony. Don't talk to me, ever again. Good bye." With that, he picked up the boxes he needed, and strode out of the room. A very shocked Hermione lay on the bed, wondering what she had done to deserve this.

A/N: So, they fight. Can't say you didn't know it was coming. It's a pretty lame one…but I tried. Renard is fox in french, I thought it was a cool name for the Bill/Fleur child. The two guys mentioned as Ron is spitting out names have no basis in fact, I just needed more guys. Oh, well. Now, be kind and REVIEW!!!