Chapter six here we go! Hermione's just found the perfect house… what does Ron think? :o Thanks to Harrietrebecca for reminding me that butterbeer is non-alcoholic! (- my fault, I forgot :/ )

Disclaimer: of course I'm J.K. Rowling, I own ALL of Harry Potter. (In my dreams anyway…) also I've just realised I like using commas….?

"Its perfect."

Hermione couldn't contain her joy. It was as if this place spoke out to her, begging her to be the one who bought it.

Ron stuck his head round the door. "Wow, nice place."

"Nice?" Hermione breathed, "It's amazing."

"You really like it here?"

"Yes, it works out perfectly," Hermione gushed, "it's in Diagon Alley, and it's near the Ministry."

"Oh," Ron said, "I forgot to tell you… I found this apartment around here and I …ahh bought it-" "RON! You bought a house and you forget to tell me this! Honestly." Hermione shook her head, he was hopeless. "Where is it?"

Oh," Ron said again, "Actually …its next door."

Hermione laughed, her frustration gone. "Trust you to wonder around an apartment block for an hour and not remember that your own apartment is here."

"Hey, well it works doesn't it, because we wont be living together, but just far enough away from each other."

Hermione really admired Ron's thinking when he got down to it. Like down when they had gone to save the Philosophers Stone, and Ron had steered them through Mcgonagall's giant chess set, sacrificing himself so that they could go on.

"Yeah, it does."

Soon enough, Hermione owned the apartment on the eight floor. After a floo call to Mrs Weasley, Bill and Mr Weasley (he insisted she call him Arthur now) had arrived to help with furniture. They had to get the furniture from Hermione's old bedroom in her parents' house, and she told them she hadn't been able to find them yet.

"Mum and Dad are still in Australia, I was planning on going soon, but I haven't been able to book a flight yet, and the Ministry isn't letting people get portkeys yet." She told a curious Arthur (she kept wanting to call him Mr Weasley). "I've been researching, but I'm still not sure how to reverse the memory charm I put on them, I just wish Dumbledore was here…"

It was true, Hermione had found no reversal spell for the memory charm, and she had researched everywhere. This was one of the few times that books had failed her. She had no idea where in Australia they were or even if they were okay.

Mr Weasley bustled off to help Bill and left Hermione alone with her thoughts.

A wave of emotion was building up inside her chest, what if they were hurt? Or even dead? Hermione didn't think she could live with that, the thought of her parents dead after everything she'd done to make sure they were safe.

She hadn't confided in anyone, because she didn't want anyone to worry. But, a voice in the back of her mind said, it would help to tell someone. She shook her head. "I can do this perfectly well by myself thankyou very much." She chided back at the voice, stopping when she realised she was arguing with herself.

Taking one last look around her childhood home, she apparated back to the new apartment to start to unpack everything.

Hermione and Ron flopped down on the couch in Ron's apartment, exhausted.

"I'm so tired. Next time, I'm calling the Magic Movers."

"Well Ron, as an Auror your supposed to be keeping your fitness up!" Hermione reminded him, but laughing all the same.

"I don't need a job, I'm already on the chocolate frog cards, aren't I?"

"Ron! Just because you're on the chocolate frog cards, doesn't mean that you don't have to work."

Ron didn't have a chance to say something back at Hermione, because a small pop announced Ginny's head in the fireplace.

"Ouch, Harry's right, this is uncomfortable!" her head said.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried happily.

"What are you doing in my fireplace?" asked Ron.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "nice to see you too Ron, mum wants to know if you two are coming for dinner?"

Hermione smiled, she knew Ron would never turn down Mrs Weasley's cooking, and she always enjoyed the dinners there.

"Of course." Hermione said, whilst Ron shouted something like, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." very quickly.

Ginny grinned, "Also, Mum has been going mad over Percy and Audrey's wedding. Thank god it's not for another two weeks or so, but beware." With a *pop* Ginny's head had left the fire.

"Beware?" asked Hermione.

"Mum's probably expecting us to announce our engagement," he laughed.

Hermione blushed, "But we're not engaged." She said this looking down with a new interest in her socks.

"You know mum, she's probably planning Ginny and Harry's wedding already."

Ron said shrugging; he had not noticed Hermione's odd behaviour.

Hermione popped up from the couch, perhaps a little too quickly, and said "Look at the time, we should get ready to go to the Burrow." Before hurrying back to her own apartment. Ron watched her go, half frowning, and half smiling. "Girls." He said to himself.

The burrow was, as per usual, loud. The whole family seemed to be all crammed in the kitchen until there was a yell of "Out! All of you!" from Mrs Weasley.

Charlie and Bill began to table fight again with the two tables floating in mid-air ramming each other. Everyone cheered as the tables battered each other, and even Percy couldn't hide his smile.

But Molly Weasley was soon calling for order, so Bill and Charlie repaired the tables whilst everyone else started to bring stuff out. After dessert had been served, (Hermione was feeling very full now) Harry and Ginny stood up and asked for silence. A curious hush fell about the Weasley Garden and Ginny and Harry grinned at each other. She nodded reassuringly at him before turning to the table at large. She stuck out her left hand.

"We're engaged."

Wow, engaged already? Now Mrs Weasley has two weddings to plan for!

Quick thanks to Sheldorfan and Harrietrebecca for reviewing chapter five!

Not asking for reviews, but a 'good job' or constructive criticism is always welcome! Tell me what you think? Good? Or noooononononono hell no? I would love to know! (or maybe give theme ideas for Percy/Audrey and Harry/Ginny's weddings?) also its like 11 at night so yeah. (my brain works only at stupid hours and completely stops at exams, thanks brain.)