A/N: Guys! I finally updated! YIPEE! I'm so sorry for being such a horrible writer, but I hope you all understand. Thank you all for the lovely reviews and pretty much everything. I hope you like this update, I you still stick with me. :D

This chapter is fairly short and I wrote it in such a short period of time, 20 minutes. ARGH. So it's pretty poo-ey. Yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't even get the point of this anymore, everyone knows OUR queen owns it. ;)

"Rambling"
by SJRegina

Hermione always found herself rambling whenever in the presence of the one and only Fred Weasley, but that's just how Fred liked it.

Chapter 18: Letters

Dear Hermione,

How's France going? Hope everything's well.

Hermione read Fred's letter happily and looked at the parcel that came along with it. It was a copy of The Daily Prophet. The wizarding world's newspaper.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw.

A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, "We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.

Hermione scanned the moving photograph, and a grin spread across her face as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him, standing in front of a large pyramid.

Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didn't show it) with flaming-red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat, Scabbers, on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister, Ginny.

And there were Fred and George. Her best mates, her favourite people in the world, smiling and waving at her. Hermione giggled at the sight of them trying to put beetles in Percy's collar.

Hermione looked at Fred closely in the moving picture and noticed that his hair got longer. And he got taller too. And cuter.

Hermione blushed at the thought and shrugged it off.

She then continued reading the letter.

Egypt is amazing!. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.

Who could have thought that Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw? Seven hundred galleons! Most of it's gone on this trip, but I'm going to persuade mum and dad to buy me a new broom. Georgie as well.

Wish you were here, I bet it would really excite you.

-excite her or excite you?

George! Sorry Hermione, Georgie here is too picky on his quill and is too lazy to write his own letter.

-I won't use any other quill to write if it's not color blue!

Then why don't you look for one?

-Because then obviously I'd have to stand up and look for one.

Touche. Anyways Hermione,

Hermione giggled at the little babble they had. Some things never do change, and Hermione liked that just the way it is.

We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get our new books. Mum's going crazy about us having additional references for our OWLs, don't know why. We're pretty smart aren't we Georgie?

-Yeah. We just like to use our smarticles for far better 'useful' purposes.

Any chance of meeting you there? Hope I get to see you, I'll buy ice creams!

Oh! And I hope you like the brooch, Ginny helped me out with that one. Says you'll like it.

-Hope you like the comb brooch thingy! Sorry for the terrible packaging. Fred's horrible with wrapping!

Hey!

Hermione searched the table to look for their gifts and saw the gifts below the Daily Prophet. She picked up a white gold comb that had teal and blue rhinestones desgined on a fluttering silver dragonfly's wings which was connected to the comb. It's wings glowed in a beautiful subtle light.

She looked at it in awe and wore it. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled at how it looked good on her hair. It was not bushy as it was before but it was stillf frizzy far from her liking.

And she loved how the rhinestones had the same color as Fred's eyes.

Why was she thinking about these silly things. She puffed and continued reading.

-Hope you like the pocket sneakoscope too. Although it might cause a racket when placed beside us. Wink.

Really George. Wink? How pathetic.

-Wink.

Please ignore George, he still giddy from the trip to the tombs. Hope you're doing well!

Handsome and mischievous as ever, Fred. -Don't forget me!

PS: Percy's Head Boy, he got his letter weeks ago. And I tell you, if I hear another word of humility from him, I'll go to Knockturn Alley myself and buy something that would shut him up!

Hermione gasped at the thought. That was such a horrible place, judging from Harry's description.

Only kidding Hermione.

She gave a sigh of relief.

-He's not kidding.

. . .

Fred was sitting in front of the window, waiting for Errol. He had just sent a message to Hermione two days ago and that ruddy Errol hasn't come back yet.

He fiddled with his thumbs out of frustration while George whistled in mock at his bed.

"Relax Freddie. You keep that frown and you'll have wrinkles far more than Filch has!" Fred glared at George while George raised his hands in defence. "And he's got lots. No offence."

Fred stood up now as a distant small form came towards them and became larger as it got closer.

It was Errol.

Fred opened the window in excitement and Errol dropped attop of the table in a faint thud. George came over and gave Errol some treats and water as he petted the knackered owl.

"So, what's it say?" George asked as Fred hurriedly opened the letter, ignoring the box that had come along with it.

Dear Fred and George,

You're in Egypt? I'm so happy for you and Mr. Weasley! I'm really jealous — the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.

There's some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I've rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I've found out, I hope it's not too long — it's two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

"It's the holidays!" George exclaimed in shock.

Hope you like my gift. I'm afraid I didn't have enough money to buy for the both of you, sorry for that.

Wish everything's going well! I'll meet you soon at Diagon Alley. I miss you guys, don't go cause too much touble and go to Knockturn Alley. George please tell me if Fred does anything similar alright?

"Hey!" Fred exclaimed making George laugh.

Love from Hermione.

Fred stared at those three words. Love from Hermione. LOVE.

"Georgie! Hermione's given me love!" Fred was giddy and showed the letter to George. George raised his brow and pointed at the beginning of the letter.

"Yeah, she gave love to me too. Don't flatter yourself." George laughed and patted his brother on the back. Fred laughed with him and shook his head at his patheticness.

This whole summer, all he had been thinking of was Hermione. And her beautiful soft curls. And her chocolate brown eyes. And her lavender and vanilla smell.

George snatched the letter from him. "Don't drool on love!" George acted like he was disgusted with Fred and Fred drooled on George intentionally.

Fred laughed at the look his twin gave him. "You're going to pay for that one!" Then George pounced on him and the two wrestled playfully, slobbering each other until they got tired and gave up from tiredness in fits of laughter.

After a while, Fred stood up, followed by George and picked up the fallen letter and read it again.

P.S. I loved the brooch, thank you so much! How thoughtful of you, give my love to the others and thanks to Ginny!

"Fred, weren't you the one who picked the brooch?" George asked. Fred shushed him. "You have it bad brother." George patted him on the back and chuckled.

He put Hermione's letter aside and picked up her present. It was very heavy. Knowing Hermione, he was sure it would be a large book full of very difficult spells — but it wasn't. His heart gave a huge bound as he ripped back the paper and saw a sleek black leather case, with silver words stamped across it, reading Broomstick Servicing Kit.

"Wow, Hermione!" Fred whispered, unzipping the case to look inside.

"Wooooow." George followed Fred in amusement at Hermione's gift.

There was a large jar of Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish, a pair of gleaming silver Tail-Twig Clippers, a tiny brass compass to clip on your broom for long journeys, and a Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare.

George snatched the box from Fred and called, "Dibs!"

"Share!"

"Alright." Then the two laughed happily again.

The two went to bed happily. Fred was looking forward to the end of holidays, where he would get to see Hermione again.

George told him that he was very willing to help Fred admit his feelings for Hermione. And he was looking forward to that quite honestly.

The next year surely woudn't be as horrible as the years before.

Right?

A/N: I hope you all liked it guys. Sadly, I don't know where I can update next. : I promise to update a couple or three maybe, next time. :D So watch out guys. ;)

Oh, and Switzerland is wonderful! Thank you for all the nice wishes. ^-^ We're flying to Denmark tomorrow, random yeah. And the promised poll results, I'm going to write the story after Rambling, it's your decision and it's mine as well. Thanks to everyone who voted. :D

And to anyone who actually bothers reading this, I love you. :D