Author's note: As promised here is the first chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this. Thanks for anyone and everyone who took the time to read my story. It means a lot to me. :D

I decided to put my own spin on things post-war. So, bare with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing, the brilliant J.K. Rowling owns these lovely characters & to Fall Out Boy to keep me dancing while writing this.

And again, reviews are very welcome. ;)

Chapter two

Follow the Disorganized Religion of my Head

Hermione Granger awoke with a start. She had been having the same dream for months now. She shook her head to clear her head of the dreadful things she saw. Her wild mane of brown, wavy hair framed her skinny face. She tucked it behind her ears and walked over to her vanity.

She looked into her tired, brown eyes and sighed. She hadn't been sleeping properly for months. Ever since the war, which was a year ago, she's been having nightmares of everything she encountered. Every night when she went to bed she brewed herself endless sleeping draughts, but to no avail the nightmares continued to pelt her unconscious.

Why hadn't she put all of these terrible memories into a pensive and just simply let her mind be at ease you wonder. It's simple, she wanted to remember the great memories she had entangled in those terrible memories. She couldn't simply forget the happy, rare as they were, memories she shared with Ron, Harry and several others.

She got up after magicking away the dark circles from under her eyes and got ready for the day. Hermione walked down the narrow stairs of her small house that she lived in alone. It was a perfect house for her, at least. She walked into her decent-sized kitchen and made herself some tea. She'd expect Ron, Harry and Ginny over in no time. It seemed that all of them (her, Harry, Ron & Ginny) were together every day, or at least every other day. It never bothered her that they were together so much; she assumed it was because they lived together for about seven years prior.

The three others, the Order and of course the whole Weasley household was like the big family she never had. Harry and Ginny were like her brother and sister & Ron–he was different. He could never be her brother. It didn't feel…right. Thinking about him being her brother felt wrong, almost forbidden.

Her train of thought was broken when she heard several loud taps at her door. She slide from the bar stool she was sitting on at her breakfast bar and headed for the door. She opened it and saw three familiar and expected facing beaming at her. She instantly brightened and they all exchanged hugs and kisses.

"Ya know, we get all giddy as if we haven't seen each other in ages," Ginny said taking off her coat and hanging it in the closest.

The others chuckled at that.

"I guess we can't help it if we all fancy seeing each other a lot, well every day," Ron said also placing his jacket in the closest.

"That's true. I've grown very fond of all of you. I cannot help it if I simply adore your company all the time," Hermione said smiling at all of them.

After everyone hung up their coats and got settled, Hermione asked, "Would any of you like some tea?"

"Of, course we would. What would the start of the day be without tea?" Harry asked, smiling at Hermione as she went into the kitchen.

She grabbed four mugs and poured tea into each of them. She placed them onto a tray and levitated it into the living room. She gave them all of their tea and sat down on the couch next to Ron. He looked over at her and raised his mug to her in thanks. She smiled sweetly back at him.

"So, we have an announcement to make," Ginny said setting down her mug on an end table.

Hermione and Ron sat up straight to show that Ginny and Harry had their full attention.

"Well–er Ginny and I are getting married," Harry said as his face turned a tinge red.

"That's really great! I'm happy for the both of you," Hermione said smiling at the two of them.

"It's about bloody time," Ron said taking a sip from his mug.

"Thank you," Ginny and Harry said in unison.

"So, have you set a date yet!" Hermione asked, mainly to Ginny.

"Um, I'll let you girls talk about that. That's more of your department than mine," Harry said switching Hermione spots.

Harry sat down next to Ron on the couch.

"I'm happy for you, mate," Ron said facing Harry.

"Thanks, Ron."

"Mmm. Just make sure you take care of my little sister. Make sure she's happy and gets whatever she wants. That's all I ask."

"Ron, you know I will. I won't let anything hurt her."

For several minutes Harry and Ron were quiet. Harry broke the silence and asked quietly, "so, are you ever going to tell her how you feel? I mean, I'm sure she knows, but girls like to hear these things."

Ron gulped his tea and chocked on it at the unexpected change of subject. The girls looked over at them to make sure he was okay. He nodded at them for reassurance and they turned around to continue their talk.

Ron turned to Harry and said just as quietly, "I don't know, mate. I want to say something to her, but I'm rubbish with girls. I don't know how she feels about me. I would like to think that she has some kind of feelings for me as well, but I'm still not sure."

"Don't sweat it. Just tell her. I'm sure she's waiting for you to say something about it to her. I can see it in the way she looks at you. She's mad about you and you're just too chicken shit to say something to her," Harry said smiling at Ron.

Ron glared at Harry. "Fine, I'll talk to her about my f–feelings soon enough."

"That's the brave Ron I know," Harry said in a mocking tone.

"Stuff it, git," Ron said taking the last sip from his mug.

"We haven't set a date, yet. My mum asked me the same question when we told her," Ginny said to Hermione.

"Well, whatever you need I'll be here to help," Hermione said to an overwhelmed Ginny. "That means even giving you a break from your mum. She means well, but we all know she's a super planner. Look at what she made us do for Bill and Fleur's wedding."

"That was ridiculous. I love my mum, but she was barking mad with everything she made us do. I want my wedding to be simple and I want you to be one of my bride's maids."

"Of course I will, Ginny. Thank you," Hermione said hugging her friend.

"Ya know I'm pretty sure my brother's in love with you," Ginny said quietly after several minutes passed.

"What makes you say that?" Hermione said looking down into her mug of honey and lemon tea.

"Oh, come off it. You know! You have to know! Harry and I have seen it for years," Ginny said in a fierce whisper.

"Fine, I might have noticed, something. What is this 'it' you're talking about?"

"The way he looks at you, the way he acts around you. It's so obvious. Just bloody snog him already and get it over with. I know you have feelings for him as well. You can't hide it from me, Miss Granger," Ginny said in a teasing whisper.

"I will not just randomly snog your brother! I at least want to hear from his mouth that he fancies me," Hermione said in a stern whisper back.

"So you do admit that you do have feelings for Ron, then?" Ginny asked as a smile tugged at her lips.

"I never admitted or denied that I did or did not have feelings for Ron," Hermione said starting to smile back at Ginny.

"All right, smartass."

"Ginny," Hermione said to younger girl about her swearing.

"Oh, come off it," Ginny said still smiling.

After all private talk concluded, they four of them decided to play a game of exploding snap. After everyone, except Harry, was covered in green goo, they decided to call it a day. They all exchanged hugs and kisses again. Hermione shut the door and pressed her back against it. Dammit Ginny, why had you brought up such a touchy subject? She sighed and decided to make herself dinner.

A/N: All right! Harry & Ginny getting married soon enough and two infamous talks about the same subject. It almost seemed like it was set up. Hmmm.

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