A/N: HEY- LO! Enjoy this chapter as well. I edited a bit, but not much. Now that the chapters flow better I am hoping to pull in more readers and get more reviews! YAY! That's the whole point of writing this story people! Well… actually it's not, but it is a good bonus!
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything to say, so here: I don't own Harry Potter, oh wait- nope. Oh I got something to say: Moo. Yes. It's as simple as that.
When we last left our beloved characters: "We had better all get to bed; we can plan for the trip tomorrow night," Ginny said. "Aunt Muriel is going to work us like dogs tomorrow."
Ron moaned at whoever was shaking him awake to go away. He heard a voice say, "Fine! Miss breakfast for all I care!" before a pillow was flung at him from below.
"Wha?" he said, sitting up at the word 'breakfast'.
"Get up you toss-pot!" Ginny yelled from the ground. He took in a big breath and sighed, throwing the sheets of him and forgetting he was not in his own bed, but a bunk bed. He fell to the tent floor with a thunk. The three others stared and laughed before exiting the tent.
Hermione, who was already dressed, waited outside for Ron. When he exited the tent they walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen door, but before they entered the kitchen, Hermione stopped. Ron turned around and looked at her, searching her brown eyes. She couldn't stand it anymore, his piercing blue eyes could see straight through her. Without any more thought to the matter, she stood on her toes and kissed him.
"Her- Whoa, too much information!" said Ginny as she opened the door, finding them on the doorstep snogging. Upon seeing the two she turned around and walked back into the Burrow. Hermione laughed and the two walked into the house and joined everyone at the table.
"Having fun out there?" George asked taunting his younger brother.
Ron glared at his brother from across the table. Breakfast from there on was quite awkward, because Ron and George were having a staring contest almost the whole meal.
After the meal, Aunt Muriel arrived and Mrs. Weasley began giving everybody jobs. Ginny was instructed to do laundry, Harry was asked politely to fold, Ron was ordered to degnome the garden, and Hermione was requested to make up Ginny's room for Aunt Muriel. George was also told to help Ron in the degnoming process, but he refused, saying he had something he had to do. This, of course, started a yelling match, in which Mrs. Weasley won. George walked out of the house and removed all the gnomes in record time. He then shut himself in his room until lunch and then dinner.
Throughout the day Ron and Hermione shared glances and smiles, while passing each other in the hallway or laughing when Mrs. Weasley accidently told them to do a task that the other had already finished.
"She's gone mental again," Ron told Hermione as they helped clean up lunch.
Though they saw each other often throughout the day, but they didn't have much time together. Aunt Muriel constantly needed something to eat or her feet required massaging. Unfortunately, because Ron was eager to spend time with Hermione, he quickly finished his tasks and thus got the honor of completing these assignments. Whether it was fetching potato crisps from the cupboard, making a sandwich, or rubbing lotion on her feet, Ron got the job.
"You'd think he'd have learned by now," mentioned Ginny to Hermione, upon the sight of Ron being called over to fetch her some kipper snacks.
"Apparently not," Hermione laughed.
That night after dinner, the four planned their trip to Australia. They were trying to choose which way of transport they would go by.
"I vote airplane," said Harry. At the mention of this way of traveling, from Hermione, Harry was all up for travelling in the big hunk of metal.
"No, I say apparation," Ron argued. He didn't trust muggle machines, especially if they were metal and were flying. To him that wasn't natural.
"Would you two stop, Ginny and have already agreed on using the floo network," the two boys began to argue but she shushed them with a simple, "majority rules." Harry, disappointed, hung his head.
"But you said yourself, that it's a long ways so it would be very uncomfortable."
"Ron you're being illogical. Which is more comfortable? Travelling by floo or apparition?"
He muttered something that sounded like a cough and a grunt.
"What was that? We couldn't hear you," Ginny said.
"Floo," He said angrily.
"Exactly. There are multiple problems with apparating that far. First you have to get a permit. Second there is a high possibility of splinching, and an even higher chance if you have ever been badly splinched before, which I believe you did so on the trip. I don't know why you are being so difficult Ron," Hermione said.
"I'm not. You are." he retorted.
"No, I am not."
"Are too."
"No. It's you."
"Nope. You're the one being difficult."
"No, I'm not! Am I Ginny?" she asked. Ginny shook her head trying to irritate her brother.
"She is too. Huh Harry?"said Ron, looking to his best mate to back him up.
"Yeah what do you think Harry? Am I being difficult?" Harry who was trying to avoid choosing sides, only grunted.
"Hmm… well see Ron. Both Ginny and Harry don't think I am." She said matter-of-factly.
"Harry only grunted, that means nothing!"
"Okay maybe so, but-"
"YOU KNOW WHAT! I'M TIRED OF THIS! I'M GOING TO BED!" Ron shouted before stomping out of the room. Hermione followed him out of the room telling him to not yell at her like that.
"What just happened?" questioned Ginny.
"Truthfully, I have no clue." replied Harry.
The next day everything was forgotten, and the rest of the week was peaceful, except for Aunt Muriel's ranting. Finally the day of the funeral came. A tent like the one at Bill and Fluer's wedding was placed, upon Aunt Muriel's request, outside in the garden to shade the guests, and Aunt Muriel, from the sun. Mr. Weasley stood up at the front at the podium. Slow music was playing in the background.
"We are gathered here to remember a son, brother, and hero. Fred inspired many throughout his life. He and his brother got into trouble many times," everybody laughed remembering a time he had tricked them, "but was always faithful. He stuck by his family's side when the world seemed to turn against us. He risked his life many times to help others, though his help was not asked. Fred Weasley will remain in our hearts forever because of his kindness and loyalty."
From there people stood at random and spoke about Fred and his great friendship. Finally George, who for the past few days leading up to the funeral had locked himself in his room, took his place at the podium.
"Thank you, for coming here today. Even though these prepared speeches have been wonderful I don't think that my brother would have wanted to have a funeral that was extremely boring or depressing. I mean, doesn't 'funeral', rearranged spell 'real fun'?" People could be seen saying the words under their breath trying to find out if 'funeral' did actually spell out 'real fun'.
"So in memory of Fred I give you REAL FUN!" With a twitch of his wand the slow music changed to the theme song of Rocky Balboa. Fireworks came shooting through the tent, and fairies popped out of nowhere. Both fireworks and fairies shot around the pavilion making lots of noise. Once the song finished another in the playlist started. It was soon identified as I Wear My Sunglasses at Night. George reached out and grabbed Angelina Johnson, who had been sitting in the front row, by that hand and began dancing around the pavilion. Soon everybody was jumping around and dancing. The songs changed from rock and roll to R&B, all of which maintained the upbeat attitude that was flying around the tent.
The 'real fun' didn't end until late at night, when people finally decided leave the excitement and go home.
"Thanks for coming." said Mr. Weasley to the last guests. His voice was much merrier than it had been.
"Thank you George. We all needed that," Mrs. Weasley told her son. He nodded acknowledging her thank you.
All of the family, including Hermione and Harry, thanked him before turning in for the night.
Key to A/N Post Chapter: In the A/Ns, bold is me, Lil' Llama, and italics are my Story Collaborator, LlamaiiiiXlovesXSeddie. Who is totally awesome.Oh Shush. =P
A/N: Ahh... Hermione/Ron bickering... Aww it was soo cute =) I added in way more that she originally added for your reading pleasure. Enjoy =D Anyway... Review! Click the link. CLICK IT I SAY! You won't, you say? Too bad… do it or I won't write the next chapter. The group will be back in England and Hermione and Ginny will be at Hogwarts and you won't know what happened in Australia! So HA! There - a motivation to review. SO DO IT! But don't do drugs… Tacos maybe, drugs not so much.
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