A/N: First fanfiction. The first chapter's really short but they'll get longer, I pinky-swear.

Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm pretty much just playing with her toys...

Chapter 1

Hermione woke up in her muggle home, one week before she was supposed to go back to school. She went downstairs and had her usual toast and Nutella for breakfast. Her mum and dad were away in New York at a wedding and wouldn't be back for another two days so she decided that later on she would go to the Burrow to visit Harry, Ginny and Ron. She sent her owl with a quick note to Ginny, letting her know that she would be arriving in half an hour. She showered and got dressed. She tied her hair up into a pony tail and didn't bother with her make-up, she very rarely did. She grabbed her wand and Apparated to the Burrow.

"Mione!"

She saw Ginny, Ron and Harry all running towards her and next thing she knew, she was on the ground, laughing like an idiot. She'd missed her friends. Eventually, after everyone decided to let her breathe, she went up to Ginny's room for a catch-up. They'd barely seen each other all summer because Hermione was on holiday in Australia for a month, looking for her parents. They had settled in Brisbane and lived a comfortable life. She arrived on their doorstep and she explained the situation and they were scared because they really had no idea who she was. But then she lifted the charm and explained everything to them all over again. They completely understood why she had to do it and they were just happy to see her again. She'd spent two weeks with them in Australia and they had all flew home together. She spent a week with her parents in England and then, they left for New York. She had the house to herself.

After a few hours of talking to Ginny, they heard Molly shouting them for dinner. The smell of spaghetti wafted through the air, filling Hermione's nostrils. She rushed down the stairs and realised that she hadn't eaten for about eight hours. She was starving. After piling a mound of spaghetti on to her plate, she sat down.

"Merlin, Mione, sure you've got enough food there?" Ron asked, sarcastically.

"Yes, Ronald, I'm sure, is that quite alright with you?"

"Jeez, I was only saying, must be that time of the month," Ron muttered under his breath but Hermione heard it.

"What? So now whenever I reply to one of your sarcastic comments it's 'that time of the month?' what did you expect me to do? Say 'Oh, I'm sorry Ron. Here, take all my food even though I'm absolutely starving, your needs are greater than mine!' I don't think so!"

"Hermione, calm down, I was only saying, no need to be so uptight about everything!"

"Now, I'm uptight?"

"Yeah, you are uptight, go read a book or something Hermione; it's what you do best. Prude."

"Prude?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you heard me. You look down on everyone, like you're better than them. You're probably still a virgin anyway!"

"Okay, first, you can't talk about me looking down on anyone considering that's all you do! And second, I'm not. Just because I wouldn't shag you when you asked doesn't mean that I'm a virgin! Sorry if I'm not Lavender Brown who'll wrap her legs around anything with a pulse!"

Hermione didn't actually mean to say all that but all those years of anger at Ron finally came to the surface. Ron was one of her best friends but, Merlin, he got on her nerves. She looked around and realised that Molly had left which she was grateful for because that way, she probably wouldn't have heard her outburst. After a few moments of silence, Harry burst out laughing.

"You asked Mione for a shag?"

Ron's face went bright red.

"Yeah. But I suppose I don't meet her standards," he replied, glaring at Hermione.

"Exactly right Ronald, you don't meet my standards. Because I don't go around sleeping with idiotic morons who treat girls like dirt and need to learn how to chew with their mouth closed!"

Hermione stormed out of the Burrow but not before dumping her plate of spaghetti over his head. She could still hear Fred and George laughing as she Disapparated.

Prude? He thought that she was a prude? Ha, she'll show him.