So this is my first attempt at writing FanFic, I hope that you enjoy it and leave a review- your opinions would be greatly valued as I have so little experience writing this genre... Enjoy!

I am not J.K. Rowling and these are not my characters. I do not own the rights to them.

Hermione slipped into the small outdoor shower at the back of the Weasley's shed at the bottom of the garden. She felt the gently warm water cool her skin in the early afternoon sunshine.

She had been cursing Fleur for occupying the bathroom for the past half an hour in a bath of her own but now, her frustration was washed away by the soothing water.

She washed her hair slowly, enjoying the sensation of the soap bubbles sliding from her hair, down her warm back and dripping to her feet.

In her modesty, Hermione had decided it better to shower in her striped bikini despite the sturdy fencing around the shower preventing her from being seen. No one even knew she was here.

Hermione flicked off the shower and dried her hair with her wand. She changed quickly into some clean underwear and a thin cotton dress.

Walking back to the Burrow, Hermione watched Harry and Ginny sneaking off together, so caught up in each other they remained oblivious to her presence.

This had been a good idea, Hermione decided.

Outside the Burrow, Fred and George were sitting on rusty garden chairs, dozing. George was hidden from sight by a copy of 'Witch Weekly' blocking the sun from his snoozing eyes. Fred was taking advantage of this by carefully painting his nails an eye-watering orange.

Hermione opened her mouth to scold but was met by an equally severe look from Fred. Almost to her own surprise, Hermione decided to let Fred have his fun.

In the kitchen, Mrs Weasely had also dropped off, a copy of 'sauce-ery' lying open on the floor beside her. Hermione climbed the many stairs leading to her make-shift room that had been added as a precarious extension to the Weasley's already jauntily-crooked home. Due to the length of her stay, they had decided to expand.

It was positioned on the top floor. With a slightly sloped roof at one side and a large window from which you could just make out the river shrouded in trees, it was just large enough for Hermione and her few belongings. She had a small double bed with a thick quilt Ginny had made for her 17th Birthday. It's lilac embroidered flowers matched her small purple chest of draws with an old-fashioned mirror propped on top. Hermione collapsed onto the bed and sighed. She loved the summer.

At dinner, she helped set the table with Ginny. She laughed at everyone's faces as she brought out the beautifully crafted pie Mrs Weasley had made. It was as like none of them had ever eaten the way they were mesmerised by it.

Everyone was cramped around their small wooden kitchen table, knocking elbows in an effort to eat as much as possible. George seemed surprisingly pleased with his new nails.

"I think I look quite the catch." posed George, holding his orange nails up to his equally orange hair.

"Couldn't have done it without Hermione." claimed Fred, shooting her an appreciative look. Hermione blushed and objected to the statement before realising that everyone was laughing. At that point she laughed too, sharing an extra giggle with Fred over the whole situation.

After a dessert of a blackberry and honey tart, they all retreated to the living room, leaving the twins to clean up the kitchen. Despite having nagged them into helping, Mrs Weasley was clearly uncomfortable at leaving them to clear up alone.

Eventually, after much shifting around and fidgeting, a smashing noise gave her an excuse to huffle angrily into the kitchen and take over.

The twins came sheepishly amused into the living room.

"What happened?" Questioned Ginny, exsasperatedly.

"Don't look at me." Said Fred innocently, "George was the one who smashed the vase."

Hermione looked up.

"The one with the sweet peas and white roses in it?"

"Yeah," Said George, "And it wasn't me."

"I picked them this morning." Said Hermione reprochfully.

To give them credit, they did their best to look and sound apologetic.

Hermione went to bed late. The twins had learned to play poker and with Ron absent (an internship at the ministry) Hermione lost consistently. It was still fun, but as the night wore in it became increasingly hard to remain awake until Fred eventually insisted they stop. Hermione's cards had been blurred by her sleepy vision and she was struggling to concentrate.

"C'mon, you need to sleep." Said Fred stubbornly, wrapping a blanket around her and pushing her up the stairs in front of him. George rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you just carry her?" He teased.

Hermione woke a little before nine when most of the house still remained asleep. She was awakened by the summer sun slipping between the thin curtains and illuminating the room. Still in her pyjamas, she made her way down to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

She went down to the chickens and collected a few eggs for pancakes. On her way back, she stopped at the back door to the kitchen, surprised to see Fred standing there. He was leaning over a newly fixed vase and adjusting some slightly tousled fresh roses and sweet peas.

Hermione smiled to herself as he jumped when he opened the door. He smiled sheepishly at her as if he had been caught breaking it, rather than fixing it.

"Before you say anything," He said holding his hands up. "I have a confession: I broke the vase. Sorry about that."

Hermione allowed him a pleased but slightly nonplussed look.

"But the flowers?" He stumbled in response to her question a little.

"I thought they looked nice." He said. Hermione thought it was a nice gesture.

"Would you like some pancakes?" She offered. Fred cracked a small smile.

"Yes please."