Prologue

''Not funny Ron!'' Ginny screamed when her older brother soaked her with water from the garden hose.

Hermione watched as her two friends argued.

Mrs. Weasley had told them to water the flowers, without magic.

Why, Hermione didn't know.

Mrs. Weasley could finish the job in no time, but instead they had to walk around and water the flowers, one flowerbed at a time.

But she shouldn't complain.

After all, Mrs. Weasley was kind enough to let her stay at the Burrow until school starts.

Her thoughts were drowned by her friends screams.

Suddenly she felt how her clothes went all wet and the water just kept on coming out of the hose.

''Ron!'' she yelled. ''What do you think you're doing?''

She literally beamed.

Ron backed away from her and turned of the hose that was pointing at her.

He looked, almost scared.

''I was just having some fun'', he said with a low voice.

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing.

He thought soaking her was fun?

''Just having some fun?'' she continued in a shrill voice. ''In what parallel universe is soaking me fun, Ron? Don't ever do that again.''

Ron didn't say anything; he just stood there and looked surprised.

He had no idea that she was going to be so angry.

''Sorry'', he said.

''Apology accepted'', Hermione said and turned her back on him, walking with swift steps to the house.

Fred's POV

Fred was standing at the window, witnessing one of the most hilarious scenes he'd ever seen.

Hermione Granger becoming soaking wet after his younger brother had aimed at her with a garden hose.

And then she started yelling at him.

Fred couldn't hear any sounds, but it was almost better without sound.

As Hermione went in the house again he chuckled brightly and went back to his work.

Just hilarious.

Hermione's POV

Hermione didn't know why she'd gotten so angry with Ron, but she absolutely didn't like becoming wet.

When she entered the kitchen Mrs. Weasley immediately came to her.

''Dear, what's happened to you?'' she asked as she made Hermione's clothes dry again with a single spell.

''Nothing, Mrs. Weasley'', Hermione answered. ''Thank you. Do you need any help with anything?'' Except watering the flowers.

Mrs. Weasley thought for a second.

She pulled a hand through her ginger hair and walked over to the stove.

''You could lay the table if you'd like'', she said.

''Sure.''

As Hermione laid the table the two Weasley twins entered.

Both had ginger hair, they were almost equally tall and the person who could identify them were certainly a person with very sharp eyes.

Hermione had tried to find a difference between them since she first met them, and finally, after three years, she could see who Fred was and who George was.

Fred has a tiny spot just bellow his eye, witch George hasn't.

''Good day to you, dear mother!'' George said brightly and grabbed a slice of bread from a basket.

''No food until it's served'', she snapped and took it from him.

''I apologize mum'', George said in a mock hurt tone. ''When is it lunchtime?''

Mrs. Weasley put a pot on the table and rang a bell. ''Now.''

''Talk about timing, brother'', Fred said to George.

''Indeed'', George answered.

Soon every member of the Weasley family was in the kitchen.

Bill and Charlie – oldest of the Weasley children – were visiting for a short time.

As usual, Mrs. Weasley served a lot of food. It was delicious, of course – but it was much.

There was a lot of talking around the table as well.

Harry and Ron discussed quidditch, Ginny talked with Bill and Charlie about something, Fred and George planned pranks for the coming year (with very low voices in case Mrs. Weasley would be listening), Mr. Weasley told his wife about something at work.

Percy soon joined their conversation.

And there sat Hermione, alone with no one to talk to.

She actually didn't mind, but it could get a bit lonely.

This was what it was like in school, she was surrounded by loads of people but no one talked to her.

Harry and Ron did, but not that much.

It wouldn't take long until they started talking about quidditch together and forgot her.

She had become used to it over the years, but there were times when she just felt like crying.

Not a single person knew how she felt, and no one ever would.

Hopefully.

She didn't want anything to go out on her schoolwork, though.

So she had to keep all of the feelings inside.

She put some potatoes on her plate.

Mrs. Weasleys food was really delicious.

Hermione continued with her meal, completely unknowing that her whole life was about to change.