Hey all,

Sorry its taken me so long to update. I really wasn't considering updating because I didn't think this story was that popular but so what. Anyways here's the new chapter. But first, a word to my faithful reviewers.

ronandhermionebook7: well here's what u asked for. Another chapter.

Lilliesofthevalley: no problem on the harry/ginny stuff. I luv that pairing too. I agree, I was so mad at J.K.R. when Lavender and Ron started snogging. I mean he at least has some brains where as she has none.

I'm looking for more reviewers so please R&R to this chapter.

Again I'm sorry about the wait. Here we go with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story, no matter how much I wish I do. That brilliance still belongs to J.K. Rowling, and I just own my idea and borrow her characters.

Mrs. Weasley finds out

The first few days after the wedding restored calm back to the Burrow and those days were as normal as they ever were in the wizarding world.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had decided to take a 3 day vacation to recover from the hype of the wedding. They figured that the four friends would be o.k. by themselves, but thought it best for the twins to "check up" on them now and again. (The twins of course did no such thing.)

For the first day Ron only spoke to Hermione. (He wouldn't talk to Harry for breaking up with his sister and he wouldn't talk to Ginny because she didn't tell him that Harry broke up with her.) But over the next few days he began to talk to them again. And he and Hermione were doing better. They hadn't fought for a whole week. (A/N: That has to be a record for them.)

Ron and Hermione played chess everyday and she started to get pretty good. She still couldn't beat Ron, but it wasn't completely pointless to play her now. (Ron made a mental note to himself how pretty she looked when she was concentrating.) He found himself staring more and more at her these days, but she never saw him at it. Ginny and Harry did though, and every time they smirked at one another.

Everything was going great for Ron. He and Hermione had never been closer, his sister and friend were happy because they were dating (even if it didn't make Ron too happy) and one brother was out of the house for good.

But he still had a problem. He hadn't told his mum what he, Hermione, and Harry were planning on doing yet. Mainly, what he was planning to do.

But he had to do it soon. Harry was getting restless and said they'd leave in 3 days. He was threatening to leave Ron behind if he didn't ask soon.

So one beautiful August day, while the foursome was playing outside, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her towards the house.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, in a voice that clearly said she doubted his sanity at this moment.

"I want to come on the trip to destroy You-Know-Who, but I can't go unless I ask permission from my mum, right?

"Umm... right.?." Hermione said slowly. She couldn't tell what Ron was getting at.

"And I'm scared of telling my mum on my own. I need some support," Ron said as they walked into the house.

"Okay, but I can't tell her," Hermione said, still looking slightly confused. (This was an expression Ron hadn't seen before but still noted that she looked cute now, too.)

"Deal," Ron gulped as they headed towards the kitchen. Just then they bumped into the twins. Literally.

"Watch where you're going Ron," snapped George. But his expression immediately cleared when he saw that they were holding hands.

"Oh, ickle Ronnie moved on from Lavender and decided to find someone with brains," George cackled.

"How sweet," Fred chimed in. "But I have to ask, Hermione. What did he do to you to make you go out with him."

"Promises, gifts, possibly... potions," George chorused. "Well, we are very proud of you Ronniekins."

"But please wait a few years before you have your wedding," Fred said seriously. "You might give Mum a heart attack if she's asked to another of her son's ones."

"Just don't get to serious on your first date," George said. "We know how you've vented out your secret passion on each other by rowing, but I think the place you go might kick you out if you try that approach."

"So please keep your lovely shouts of a mating call private," Fred said, chortling.

Both Ron and Hermione's faces were both a brighter shade of red than the twins' hair.

"Shove off," Ron mumbled and he pushed through them. He still hadn't let go of Hermione's hand.

"Uh... Ron," Hermione said, as they stopped outside the kitchen. She stared pointedly at their interlocked fingers.

"Oh," Ron let go and turned a brighter shade of red than he had ever turned. Even Hermione got a little pinker. He avoided Hermione's eyes and walked into the kitchen and she followed slowly.

"Uh... Mum," Ron said nervously. He glanced behind him at Hermione and went on.

"Yes dear," Mrs. Weasley said, distractedly, pouring over a giant cookbook and not even glancing up at him.

"Can we talk about something?" Ron asked even more nervously. He turned to Hermione again and mouthed the word 'Help' to her. She silently shook her head.

"What is it dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, still not looking up. Ron had fired up at Hermione the moment she shook her head and now plowed on bravely.

"Harry and I," Ron said furiously, "are going to destroy the Horcruxes that You-Know-Who has and then we're going to destroy You-Know-Who himself." He closed his eyes and waited for the explosion. But it never came, he cautiously opened his eyes.

Mrs. Weasley had finally looked up from her cookbook. She was frowning, but it wasn't her usual angry look. She seemed more thoughtful.

"Well, I can't tell you what to do anymore, as you are of age," she sighed. "But please be careful." Then she spotted Hermione. "Is Hermione coming too?"

"Unfortunately," Ron shot at Hermione, glaring back at her. She looked puzzled at why Ron was suddenly glaring at her, when minutes before he was holding her hand.

But Mrs. Weasley was buried in her book again and didn't notice Ron's fierce look. "I'm sure she can take care of herself, Ron."

"Right," Ron said shortly and stormed out of the kitchen. Hermione went after him and grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

"What was that all about?" she asked, quietly trying to stop Mrs. Weasley from hearing them.

"What was all what about?" Ron asked, his voice innocent, but glowering at her all the same.

"That," she nodded at his face. "Why are you glaring at me like that? What did I do to you?"

"You wouldn't help me," Ron said fiercely. It was Hermione's turn to flare up at him.

"Well sorry that I made you do the right thing and tell your mum what you are planning on doing," Hermione said angrily.

"Well you should be," Ron said, trying to glare back but couldn't. She was making him cower with that gaze. He was a good foot taller than her, but he shrank back as she continued to stare at him like that. She could always do that to him.

Hermione almost smiled when she realized the power she had, but stopped when she remembered how mad she was at Ron. Instead she cast him one last death glare and walked away.

Ron wanted to go after her, to hug her and tell her that he was sorry and all that, but there was no way he could get through to her when she was that mad. He hated it when they fought.

But someone didn't. The person was peering through the Weasley's hedges and the sight of Ron and Hermione fighting made them very happy indeed.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I enjoyed writing the Fred and George thing. Please review.