Dream On
By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: So here it is, Chapter 4. It's damn long too. Took me forever and a day to write it. Anyway, not much to say here other than thanks to everyone who wished me to get better. I am feeling much better though still slightly sick. I also need to warn you guys that I haven't even started on Chapter 5 of this fic yet. Chapter 4 took me longer to complete than expected and I've been so amazingly busy lately. I am going to try my absolute hardest to keep the week deadline and have Chapter 5 up by next Wednesday (the 21 of September), but don't be too disappointed if it's not. Reviews might help. -wink, wink, nudge, nudge- I'm not one of those who pouts and says, 'I'm not updating until I have this many reviews!' but I think I got less than half my normal amount of reviews for this fic with the last chapter--which makes me wonder if you guys are still enjoying it--and if you're not, I'll probably continue writing it, but some of the fun will be taken out of it knowing that no one's interested. Which means that my updates will be slower. Which means that this could possibly become one of my many dead fics--probably not though. I'd say that I'm getting close to being halfway done with this fic already--or maybe a forth of the way done...I dunno, it depends if I keep making chapters this long or not.

Disclaimer: Cupcakes.

Chapter Four
And right now, all your dreams are waking up. - 'Honey and the Moon' by Joseph Arthur.

"And it's seven o'clock on this chilly Friday morning. Weather for today will be cold with a possible blizzard blowing in later this evening."

Hermione opened her eyes slowly as she felt Ron shift beside her. His comforting arm left her as he reached up to his nightstand to turn his alarm clock off. She concluded that Ron looked adorable in the morning with his hair ruffled and his eyes barely open as his fingers fumbled for his clock. Once the alarm was off and the announcer's voice silenced, Ron fell back down onto the pillow, his arm wrapping around Hermione once again.

"Morning," he grunted, his eyes closed as if he were about to fall back to sleep.

"Morning," Hermione replied, snuggling closer to him and playing with the fabric of his shirt. His scent surrounded and comforted her. She smiled into his shirt, remembering her dreams from the night before. They were both pleasant and odd. Odd only because she was a teenager in them. It was the summertime and she was at this home with a red-headed family. The boy from the picture they had found the night before was there too, though Hermione could not see his face clearly--it was blurred as if he were a felon on TV who wanted his identity to remain unknown.

"I had a dream about a red-headed family last night," Hermione announced, rousing Ron who had seemed to drift back off to that place between sleep and reality.

"Oh?" Ron replied absentmindedly, his eyes remaining closed though a slight smile shown on his face. "Was it mine?"

"Might have been," Hermione joked. "I think you were there," she added, recalling the red-headed boy who indeed looked like a younger Ron. "There was also a girl around our age."

"I do have a sister that's a year younger."

"And twin brothers?"

"Nope. Two brothers, but they're seven years apart."

"Anymore?"

"Nope."

"Well then it couldn't have been your family, because in addition to the twins, there was a bossy older brother and two grown brothers who were already out of the house but just visiting." Hermione laughed. "Like I would know what your family's like. I haven't met them."

"You got the sister right," Ron replied with a grin.

"Yeah, go me," Hermione said, giggling slightly. The two became silent after that. They were both looking at each other as if they just realized that they were in bed together. Hermione greatly wanted to ask Ron if he felt a connection between them, but she couldn't bring herself to. She was afraid that if she voiced it out loud, he would realize what he was doing and grow distant with her. She didn't want that.

"You can have the shower first," she stated. "You do shower faster and I can always eat breakfast while you're in the bathroom."

"You sure?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"Yeah," Hermione replied, following suit.

"Okay then." Ron stood from his bed and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Hermione in bed, scolding herself about wanting to follow him.

.x.

Fred looked up from his menu and waved his brother over to his booth. Both Bill and Ginny had said that they needed to work through their lunch hour that day so it was just Fred and Ron meeting up for lunch. Ron slid in across from Fred and nodded his hello quickly before picking up a menu. A minute later, the brothers ordered. Fred started some casual small talk as they waited for their food, but Ron seemed preoccupied. He continually tore up napkins, his right knee bouncing up and down impatiently. Fred was certain that something was wrong once the food arrived and Ron merely picked at it.

"What's up?" Fred asked at last, pushing his half-eaten hamburger away and staring at his younger brother.

"What makes you think something's up?" Ron asked distractedly.

Fred nodded at Ron's full plate.

Giving an exasperated sigh, Ron pushed his plate away and leaned in across the table. "It's Hermione," he explained.

"Your roommate?" Fred asked, though he knew perfectly well who Hermione was.

"Yeah," Ron continued. "We slept together last night."

Fred grinned broadly. "You dog!"

"Literally slept together," Ron clarified.

"You prude," Fred scolded. Ron glared at him.

"I feel connected to her," Ron added. "Like I've known her for ages or something. And there's…something else." Fred raised his eyebrows questioningly. Ron lowered his voice to a whisper. "You know my condition? Where, when I get angry enough, things happen? Things I can't explain?"

Fred nodded. The condition was what happened when a magical person went for long periods of time without using magic, thus letting the magic build up in them. Ron started displaying it a few months after the charm was set on him.

"Well," Ron continued, "last night, I had dreams of when we were younger. Only you guys had the condition too. And Mum and Dad were still alive, only…"

"Only what?" Fred pressed.

"They had…wands…or something. Fred, they could do magic! These dreams seem so real to me! I'm…" Ron ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm losing my mind."

Fred, his mouth dry, stared at his brother. It was working. Ron's memories were coming back. Whether it was because of Hermione's reentrance back into his life or the picture of Harry Fred had dropped in Ron's apartment the night before, Fred didn't know. All he knew was that the old Ron was coming back.

"Listen, I need to get back to work," Ron said suddenly, standing and shrugging on his coat. "If we're supposed to get this blizzard tonight, then Hermione and I will have to go grocery shopping before it gets here. We'll be locked in our apartment together for the entire weekend, God help us." Ron paused from putting his gloves on. "I should probably stop off at the drug store and buy some condoms just incase. Well," Ron turned on his heel and headed for the door, "later, George!" Ron took several more steps toward the door before he paused and turned around, a frustrated look on his face. "I mean, Fred," he clarified. "George! Where the hell did that come from?" And with that, Ron turned once more and headed out the door.

Fred felt his stomach twist into a knot at the sound of the name. For a long time after George's death, no one mentioned the name around him. Slowly, as the years passed, Fred accepted his brother's death and could once again speak of him without breaking down, but to hear it from Ron… Fred felt the all too familiar sensation of depression's icy fingers tickling the back of his neck. Shaking his head, Fred basically told depression to piss off. He pulled himself together and was about to leave when his cell phone rang.

Fred gazed at it curiously. He, Bill, and Ginny had gotten cell phones to appease Ron who thought they were odd for not having one, but the only person who ever called their phones was Ron. Glancing at the ID, Fred saw that it was Bill who was calling him.

"So you do know how to use a mobile," Fred greeted his brother pleasantly.

"Come to St. Mungo's. Now." Bill ordered.

"Is something wrong?" Fred asked, concerned.

"Just get here." Fred heard a click as Bill hung up. Wondering what was up, Fred left the restaurant and headed for the nearest deserted alley to Apparate.

.x.

Bill laughed outright as he watched his mother practically strangle Fred and smother him with kisses. The eldest Weasley had been at work when Neville, of all people, cornered him and announced breathlessly that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been found and were currently at St. Mungo's. Bill didn't believe him at first and had to be forced to go to the wizarding hospital. Once there, he was taken directly to his parents.

Being shocked was an understatement for Bill. His mouth hung wide open and his eyes blinked rapidly as he stared at his parents. Both had gone gray over the years and Mrs. Weasley was considerably thinner, but they were both alive and sitting up in their beds, smiling broadly at Bill who could only continue to stare.

"Well?" Mrs. Weasley had asked after a moment of silence. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come over here and give your dear old mum a hug?"

Bill continued to stand there, barely believing what he saw. "But…" he started, finding that his entire mouth had gone numb and refused to work properly. "But we thought…" He paused again, shaking his head, almost expecting them to fade away. "You're dead," he stated simply.

"No, but you will be if you don't come over here right this instant and give me a hug," Mrs. Weasley threatened playfully.

Bill closed his gaping mouth and shuffled over to his mother. He sat on the edge of her bed and gave her a tentative hug. When he pulled back, he could only whisper, "Seven years."

"Yes, it was quite a long time, wasn't it?" Mr. Weasley agreed, throwing his covers back and getting out of bed. Bill immediately rushed to his father as if he expected the older man to fall over. "Honestly, William, I'm not sick or weak. We're only here for observation. I think the Healers are just as surprised as you to see us alive and can't quite believe it."

Bill stood still as his father embraced him. His mind was reeling. They were alive? They were alright? He and the others accepted that they were dead after the first couple of years after their disappearance. If he remembered correctly, Ron was under the delusion that they died in a plane crash when he was 15. Flitwick had explained that he wanted it to be an old wound for Ron so that the boy could enter his adult life without being in mourning.

"Your hair's still long, honey," Mrs. Weasley commented from her bed when Bill remained silent. "What kind of example does that set for your children? By the way…do you have children, dear?"

Bill snapped out of his funk with his mother's words. Frustration boiled up in him and he turned on his parents fiercely.

"Wait just a minute here!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms. "I want to hear what happened to you two before I fill you in on what has been going on in your children's--and grandchildren's--lives."

Mrs. Weasley squeaked happily at the mention of grandchildren and clasped her hands together.

"Grandchildren?" Mr. Weasley asked in a stupor.

"You don't even get their names until you tell me why you left without telling us, where you've been, and what took you so damn long to come back to us. I'll have you know that I've been babysitting my siblings for seven very long years."

Mrs. Weasley smirked at her eldest son before launching into an explanation.

"We were sent to tail Lucius Malfoy once he got out of Azkaban," she explained. "We were told to tell no one of our whereabouts. We didn't like leaving you in the dark, dear, but it was a time of war and drastic measures were required. Anyway, we followed him back to some old, forgotten manor located in the middle of a forest in France."

"Unfortunately, Lucius spotted us," Arthur continued, interrupting his wife who glared at him. "The next thing we knew, we were locked in a prison cell in the manor's dungeon. He wanted us alive, however. He enjoyed coming down to taunt us."

Bill gritted his teeth. He very much wanted to whisper, 'Bastard,' under his breath, but held his tongue as Mr. Weasley went on.

"He didn't seem to be on either side. I think he realized that he would be killed if either side had gotten a hold of him, so they remained in hiding."

"They?" Bill asked, confused.

"Narcissa and Draco were with him, dear," Mrs. Weasley chimed in. "Draco can complain like nothing I've ever seen. He came down to us often to rattle on about how horrible his life was. Anyway, they kept us even after the war ended. They didn't give us any news on how the war ended, just that it did. They kept us--for company or their own amusement, I don't know. Then, a few weeks ago, Lucius died. We think it might be suicide; he was highly depressed at his failures. Draco let us go."

"Draco did what now?" Bill asked, not believing his ears.

"Let us go. He said because he was tired of feeding us and he didn't want our rotten corpses fouling up his property."

"And now we're here," Mr. Weasley concluded, spreading his arms to indicate the hospital.

"Now, get talking, Bill. When we left, George, Percy and Charlie had…" Mrs. Weasley choked upon the words and couldn't finish. After a moment, she collected herself. "The others?"

"Fred, Ron, and Ginny are all alive." Bill heard both of his parents issue huge sighs of relief. The eldest Weasley child bit his lower lip. How was he supposed to tell them about Ron?

"As a matter of fact," Bill went on hastily, "I'm going to call Fred and Ginny out of work to come here. They'd be pissed if I didn't contact them as soon as possible. Excuse me." And with that, Bill turned his back on his parents and went out into the hallway to call his sister and brother on their cell phones, just incase they were at lunch with Ron. A few minutes later, they were both standing in front of him, sending him inquisitive stares.

"Mum and Dad are alive," he stated plainly and watched with amusement as his siblings' faces slowly turned to shock. They rushed past him and into the room where they stared at their parents incredulously before engulfing them in hugs. After hugging and kissing her children nearly to death, Mrs. Weasley suddenly pulled both Ginny and Fred's left hands toward her and examined them. Fred chuckled.

"Not yet, Mum, but I'm engaged to Angelina."

Tears filled Mrs. Weasley's eyes as she pulled her son into yet another hug. Afterwards, she glanced at Ginny who blushed and looked down.

"No," Ginny stated simply.

Confusion clouded Mrs. Weasley features. "What about Harry, dear? I thought…"

"Mum, Harry died."

The words echoed around the small room. All three Weasley children stared at the ground somberly as their parents stared at them disbelievingly. The silence, which lasted for what seemed like an eternity, made the air seem thick.

"Dead?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He died killing Voldemort," Bill elaborated. "He sacrificed himself to save Ron and Hermione. He put that charm his mother had put on him when he was a baby on Ron and Hermione. They killed Voldemort by touching him."

There was another long silence as Mrs. Weasley stared pointedly at her children. "Why isn't Ron here?" she asked at last.

Bill, Fred, and Ginny exchanged looks. Bill sighed.

"Ron's currently under the delusion that you're dead," he explained.

"So force him to come here and prove him otherwise," Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"It's not that simple." Bill glanced at his siblings who nodded, encouraging him. "You see, after Ron killed Voldemort, he went into some severe shock. He was unconscious for days, as was Hermione. We were afraid that we'd lose them. Professor Flitwick suggested a charm that would make them forget everything. Hermione's parents agreed to it right away but we were skeptical. We eventually gave in because we figured that if Ron did wake up, losing Hermione on top of everything else would kill him."

"So Ron has amnesia?" Mr. Weasley asked, concerned.

"Much more complicated than that, Dad," Fred answered. "What Flitwick did was erase Ron's memories of being a Wizard and of the Magical world. Flitwick then gave Ron new memories--Muggle memories. See we had to hide him in the Muggle World because killing Voldemort escalated Ron to Harry's celebrity status. According to Ron, our family was just you guys and us. He doesn't remember Charlie, Percy, or George."

Mrs. Weasley let out a stifled sob at the pronouncement. Ginny placed a reassuring hand across her mothers' shoulders.

"Since you two were missing and we weren't sure if you'd ever come back, Flitwick gave Ron a memory that you two died in a plane crash when he was fifteen. Along with that memory is the memory of your funeral. So you see…to him, you really are dead."

Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder.

"Eloquently put, dumbass," Bill stated, hitting Fred upside the head. "The good part of the charm," Bill continued, turning toward his parents, "is that Ron will eventually get all of his memories back. Time heals everything, you know."

"He's already getting his memories back," Fred stated cheerfully. Ginny and Bill turned toward him, shocked.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"He admitted to me at lunch today that he had a dream of when he was really young. He remembers you two routinely using magic around the house," Fred nodded toward his parents. "He--uh--he also called me George."

"You okay?" Ginny asked, placing a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder.

"Fine," Fred replied, smiling though his eyes looked dull.

"How long before his memories come back completely?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously. The three siblings shrugged and shook their heads.

"We'll have a talk with Flitwick about it later," Bill said. "If it took seven years just for Ron to start remembering, then I'd hate to hear how long until he's back to his old self. I hate not being able to use magic around him. He looked at me strangely the other week when I couldn't figure out how to use his microwave."

"Ron has a micro-whatsit?" Mr. Weasley asked, interested.

"Yes, Dad, Ron lives completely as a Muggle," Ginny replied, smiling. There was a short silence before…

"DID YOU HEAR THAT, MOLLY? WE HAVE A MUGGLE IN THE FAMILY!"

"Oh, Arthur, shut it," Mrs. Weasley snapped, though she was smiling. "Now, Bill, tell us about our grandchildren…"

.x.

Hermione found it hard to imagine that the evening had started out pleasant. Ron had met her outside of her workplace and together they had gone to the nearest grocery store to stock up on food for the weekend. By the time they had pulled into the parking lot, the sky was already darkening to the west, signaling that the storm was near. Fearing their time was short, Ron had introduced Hermione to what he called, 'Speed-Shopping.'

Speed-Shopping consisted of Ron running hazardously around the store, pushing the shopping cart in front of him and pausing only briefly to throw random objects in without much examination to make sure that the food in question was satisfactory. Hermione had rushed after him and had tried to slow him down, but he merely picked her up and placed her in the cart before continuing his shopping, throwing boxes of cereal and bottles of juice in with a flabbergasted Hermione.

For awhile, Hermione just sat in the cart feeling both shocked and embarrassed that she was a grown woman, still dressed in her work scrubs, and sitting in the back of a shopping cart like a child as her roommate rushed around the store, nearly running the elderly over in his haste.

She soon got over herself and began to laugh as Ron threw in canned goods. Before long, she was pointing out random items, causing Ron to change direction instantly to fetch a bag of cookies or a box of popcorn. Within ten minutes, they were in the long line for the checkout, flipping through magazines as they waited.

The wind was fierce and sleet was falling in sheets as they returned to their apartment building, their arms loaded with the grocery bags. Once inside the apartment, Ron cranked the heat up and closed the drapes to block out the bitter cold that was seeping in through the glass of the windows. He then kicked his shoes off, untucked his shirt and yanked off his tie as he headed into the kitchen to unload the bags and start dinner.

With her red-headed companion busy, Hermione went to her room to change out of her scrubs. She stared into her wardrobe, willing the perfect outfit to jump out at her. Her first choice of clothing was a pair of sweatpants and an overly large hoodie, but a small voice in the back of her brain told her to dress nicer. It was then that it hit her. She realized that her mind was already plotting out little flirtatious gestures: a smile here, a caress there. She was trying to make her roommate fall for her because she was already falling for him!

Hermione scolded herself and reached for the nearest pair of sweatpants, but she paused when her hand brushed a pair of jeans that looked particularly good on her. Her mind reeled.

She quickly grabbed the jeans and pulled them on, her reasoning being that it was time for her to start looking to settle down. She would flirt with Ron and if he wasn't interested, he wouldn't flirt back. If something did develop between them that led to marriage, then great. If it fell apart--she would just find a new apartment to live in. Simple as that.

With the jeans on, Hermione began her quest to find a suitable top. A sweater would be best for the chilly evening, but most of her sweaters, though very nice, weren't exactly what Hermione considered 'sexy'. She did have a few that she had bought for dates, but Hermione was unsure if she should wear them. She didn't want to seem desperate.

Something flashed in front of Hermione's mind while she pondered her predicament. It was a flash of her dream from the night before. The image, though Hermione was unsure of what it was exactly, told her that if she didn't wear something obvious, Ron would be forever oblivious to her. She didn't know why she had this sudden revelation about Ron, or even if it was right, but it helped her make up her mind. Taking a deep breath, Hermione reached out and grabbed one of her prettier sweaters.

It was a soft pink color, not one of Hermione's favorite colors, but it brought out the natural blush of her cheeks. It wasn't too tight, but it didn't conceal her curves either. The neckline was wide; it was fashioned to hang slightly off one shoulder, exposing it.

Hermione slipped the sweater on over her head, then reached back and pulled the hair band out of her wavy mane, letting the long locks fall freely. She then dipped down and glanced into her vanity mirror, rubbing the make-up from under her eyes. Once she decided that she looked presentable, she left her room and came to back to the kitchen to find Ron taking some garlic bread out of the oven.

"There you are," he greeted pleasantly. "Hey, be a dear and put this on the table," he added, handing her the platter of garlic bread without so much as looking at her.

Annoyance built up inside Hermione's chest. She marched over to the table and set the bread down as she settled into her chair. A few minutes past before Ron returned, placing a plate of spaghetti in front of her.

"Dig in," he said, grabbing his fork and hunching over his meal. Hermione glared at him for a few seconds, her arms and legs crossed as she surveyed him. Her anger eventually subsided. Guys hardly ever noticed slight changes in a girl's wardrobe and Ron hadn't known her long enough to realize that she was dressed especially nice that evening. Sighing reluctantly, her confidence for flirting gone, Hermione picked up her fork and began eating.

She was surprised that the food was especially good. The noodles were tender and the sauce had a spice thrown in that Hermione couldn't put her finger on. After awhile of sitting silently, listening to the gusty wind beating against the window, Ron started to make small talk and it wasn't long before they were bickering. They bickered over dessert. They bickered while they did the dishes. They bickered all the way into the living room, and they were bickering over which television show to watch when something happened. They were both standing, facing one another and shouting into each other's faces when the vase on the table behind Ron exploded, the shards flying every which way, silencing the feuding couple.

Hermione immediately snapped her mouth shut as her mind went through possible explanations she could tell Ron for the sudden occurrence. She was debating about telling him the truth and lying when Ron spoke, his voice soft and his eyes not meeting hers.

"I'm sorry. I probably should have told you before you moved in. Sometimes when I'm angry enough, things break or someone's hair changes color. Odd stuff that I can't explain."

"That can't be," Hermione whispered, her eyes wide with shock and her heart lifting with hope.

"I know it sounds crazy. My siblings call it my little problem. I've thought about telling a doctor before but…" Ron paused and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes finally finding Hermione's as he sent her an apologetic look. "I know you must think I'm strange…"

"I don't."

Ron made a sound as if he didn't believe her as he dropped his gaze down to his feet once more.

"It happens to me too," Hermione explained softly. "Ever since I was little. Whenever I felt a strong enough emotion…" she trailed off and indicated the broken lamp. Ron was staring at her as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hermione immediately rushed into explanations but was cut off by Ron who strode across the distance between them in one step, took her into his arms and kissed her.

The kiss was passionate, but not deep or rough. He simply captured her lips with his own and let them linger, some how transferring to Hermione the message that he wanted her without forcing it upon her. Hermione felt herself grow lightheaded as he kissed her. After what seemed like the longest duration of her life, he pulled back. His hands remained on her waist, but he held her loosely incase she wanted to run. Hermione's lips tingled as she gazed up at Ron who was just staring at her, waiting to see what she would do.

Hermione continued to stare up at him, her hands resting lightly on his upper arms. Common sense told her to step away, but every other part of her was telling her to go for it. Her heart hammering in her chest, Hermione stood on her tip toes and tilted her head slightly, indicating to Ron that she didn't want him to stop.

Ron lowered his head and captured her lips once more. This kiss was slower and softer, as if he was committing the feeling of her lips to his memory. Or perhaps he was afraid that Hermione would change her mind and slap him.

Hermione's hands left their place on his arms and trailed down his chest lightly. When her hands reached his pants, Hermione hooked her fingers into the belt loops and gently pulled Ron closer to herself. Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione more tightly, pulling her body up against his own as his lips left hers to place a trail of kisses along her neck and bare shoulder. Hermione tilted her head back, giving him better access, a smile upon her lips. She barely even registered that Ron was slowly edging her over to the couch.

.x.

Fred had to quickly clasp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from calling out a teasing remark. He had been sitting at home earlier that evening, bored out of his mind and listening to the approaching blizzard. Angelina was away helping Ginny and Fleur make The Burrow more presentable for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's return home, leaving Fred to his own devises. After trying to behave himself for a good hour (a record), Fred got up and rummaged throughout his home for another picture of Harry Potter. The one Fred ended up choosing was taken the summer before the trio's sixth year. In the picture, Harry, Ron and Hermione were all smiling and waving after playing a game of Quidditch. Fred was certain that this magical photograph would really jumpstart his brother's memories.

With the picture in hand, Fred grabbed Harry's old invisibility cloak and Apparated into Ron's living room, barely realizing that it was still relatively early in the evening and that Ron and Hermione would most likely be in the living room. What they were doing in the living room, however, shocked Fred into forgetting about the picture.

They were intertwined on the couch with Ron lying on top of Hermione, one of his knees between her thighs and his arms on either side of her for support. They were both looking at the spot where Fred was standing, the noise from his Apparition having distracted them from each other.

After the initial shock wore off of them, Ron eased his way off of Hermione, his blue eyes fixated where Fred was standing under the cloak.

Fred smirked when he saw that his brother's work shirt was unbuttoned and his belt undone. Apparently what took seven years to develop the first time around only took seven nights this time.

Fred's smirk vanished as Ron stopped a mere few inches from where he stood. Ron's eyes bore into Fred, but Fred knew that his brother couldn't see him. There were so many things that Ron couldn't see, and all he had to do was reach out and…

"Ron."

Both red-headed males glanced at the young woman sitting on the couch, her elbows resting on her knees. A slight smile played across Hermione's lips as she gazed up at Ron.

"I don't think we should worry about that sound anymore," Hermione explained, getting up and walking closer to her roommate.

"What?" Ron asked, shocked.

Hermione shrugged. "It…sounds familiar. I don't know…I just don't think it's anything to worry about."

"Weren't you the one keeping me up the other night because you were worried about it?" Ron asked with a smirk.

Hermione's smile turned devious as she reached out and took a hold of Ron's opened shirt, leading him toward the hallway. "Well I'll make it up to you tonight," she replied playfully. "I'll still be keeping you up though."

Fred had to clasp his hand over his mouth once more. It took everything he had to keep himself from throwing the cloak off and making fun of his brother. Fred managed somehow and as soon as he heard the bedroom door close, he Apparated back to his own home where he then elapsed into a fit of manic laughter.

End Author's Note: Told you it was long, didn't I? There are a few things that I'm particularly proud of in this chapter--one of them being when Ron slipped and called Fred 'George'. That was also a bit sad too. I was like, "I'm such an evil person." Some of you may be wondering why the hell I suddenly brought Mr. and Mrs. Weasley back alive and well. The answer to that is this quote, "Did you hear that, Molly? We have a Muggle in the family." Somewhere when I was plotting this, I asked myself what Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's reactions would be to Ron being 'Muggle' and that line just popped into my head and I just had to put it in. Do Mr. and Mrs. Weasley play a significant roll in this fic later? As of now, not really. But you never know with me. Lastly, I love the scene with Ron and Fred when Fred was under the invisibility cloack and Ron was peering at him, knowing that something was there but not being able to see it. Just like there's a whole wizarding world right there in front of Ron and he can't see it...yet. I was proud of that imagery. Also, I would like to point out the fact that both Ron and Hermione are remembering; however, Ron's remembering the time when he was little and Hermione is remembering her actual Hogwarts days. This will be important for the next chapter. Did you guys like the Ron/Hermione in this chapter? I always find it difficult to write romance because if you don't do it right, it turns out tacky. And if you think their relationship is moving too fast...there's a reason...two, actually. The first one is that they're 25, not 15. There's no pressure for them to wait months and months and months because they've both done it before. -gasp- The second reason is thatcanon Ron and Hermione are takingso longto snog that I'm growing frustrated and writing this to help me cope. Okay...I think that's all I wanted to say. I'm hungry and must search for food now.