Dinner at the burrow was a boisterous affair. The twins had decided to turn all the deserts into different flavours. It was a laugh when Ron had a bite of the 'Mud' cake. Mrs Weasley was so angry with the twins she left them with the honour of cleaning all the dishes and cutlery, without using any form of magic. Their grumbles could be heard from inside the whole time.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were all seated on the grass, watching the evening sky turn dark into night sky, talking. Hermione was telling them of what she hoped to gain from her final year at Hogwarts.
"Well, obviously, I need to get all the top grades for the course I want to study next year." She told them, taking a sip of her butter beer.
Ron groaned, "You are kidding me right?" He asked looking at her as if she had lost her mind. Hermione looked confused.
"What do you mean, Ron?" She asked.
"We're not even back at school, we're on our holidays. The one time you're actually allowed to let your hair down and relax and you're talking about your classes." He looked as though his mind couldn't handle it. "If you talk about school one more time, I will have to kiss you." He told her, as if that was a punishment.
Hermione watched Ron for a moment before responding. "We couldn't have that now can we?" She asked him.
"No… That we can't have." He said quietly. Hermione and Ron just sat staring at each other for endless minutes. Harry was sure that if not for Mrs Weasley calling them in that Ron and Hermione would've kissed then and there. As it was once inside the pair acted as though nothing had gone on outside.
The next morning they were all woken up early when there was a loud crash from the kitchen. Harry and Ron were up in a flash. They grabbed their wands and dashed out of the room. On the landing they were met by Ginny and Hermione, who also had out their wands. The four hurried, silently down the stairs. Harry was at the lead.
They entered the kitchen and all withdrew their wands and pointed them at the centre of the room where there was a cloud of smoke. As the cloud cleared they saw Fred and George standing in the middle of it all, staring it the stove, covered in soot and their hair standing on end.
They turned to the four and grinned. "That, my friends, was awesome." Said Fred.
"What was it?" Asked Harry, looking around the demolished kitchen.
"That, my friend, is our little secret." George explained, draping his arm around Harry's shoulder.
Harry opened his mouth to speak when Mr and Mrs Weasley burst into the room with their wands out in front of them. They stopped and surveyed the scene.
"What is going on here?" Mrs Weasley asked shrilly. The boys looked sheepish.
"We were… just… ah…" Fred stuttered.
"For crying out loud Fred, George, you own your own shop. I don't see why you can't just do your stuff at your shop?" She asked them. She sighed. "Look all I ask is that you get this stuff cleaned up so I can cook breakfast for everyone." Then she trudged upstairs.
The twins looked at the others and shrugged. "It's not like we blew up the house or anything." Said George.
"But you nearly did." Ron said, pointedly.
"So we did." Said George, looking around the room. They all laughed.
After the twins had cleaned up their mess Mrs Weasley began on making breakfast. Everyone was laughing at the misunderstanding earlier and how close the twins had come to getting six different spells cast at them all at once.
"I don't think even Madam Pomfry would have been able to help you out of that one." Laughed Ron, jovially.
Harry caught Mrs Weasley trying not to laugh. When she noticed Harry watching her, her face turned serious.
Breakfast had just been served when they all heard a loud screech and two owls flew into the kitchen. Ron's small owl flitted, excitedly overhead and twittered madly while Ron fought to grab the little animal, without squashing it. Harry's white owl Hedwig landed in front of Harry and stood still and tall, as if telling the smaller owl how to properly deliver a letter.
"It's the Hogwarts letters." Ron said, passing out the letters.
"Don't miss getting those." George said.
"I wonder who our new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher will be." Harry said. He noticed that no one was paying him the slightest bit of attention. "Guys what's up?" He asked.
Ron looked as though he was about to pass out, Hermione was hugging him.
"Oh, Ron, how wonderful." Then turning to Harry, "Ron's head boy. And look, I'm head girl." She was smiling.
"That's great Hermione, I'm pleased for you, oh, and you Ron." He said. Ron said nothing, he merely nodded.
"You know what they say about the head boy and head girl don't you?" Piped up Fred.
"No. What?" Asked Ron, shifting uncomfortably. Fred leaned forward and smiled, evilly.
"It's said they're destined to marry." He said softly. Ron gulped. Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared at Fred, shaking her head.
"That is not true." She protested.
"You better believe it is." Fred argued. "Every year, since before we all had even been thought of, the head boy and girl have been destined for marriage." Fred spoke softly, as if telling a scary story. "Why do you think they share a bathroom?" He asked Ron squeaked.
"They…. Share…. A…. bathroom?" He asked croakily. Fred nodded.
"You bet they do." Fred snickered at his brother's uncomfortable shift.
"It's in order to ensure the pair are able to be left alone."
"Yeah," George piped up. "It's in case they ever wanted to make out." He explained.
"Alright, that's it." Hermione snapped. Everyone jumped and turned to face her. She narrowed her eyes. "Where did you get your information?" She demanded. "It's not in 'Hogwarts: A history'." She concluded as if that solved everything. Fred snorted.
"I should think not, something this juicy wouldn't be in that book. It's G rated remember?" He said.
"Well then, where did you find this out?" She asked again.
"From Nearly Headless Nick." George told her simply. Hermione seemed taken aback.
"No, but how…" She sputtered, stunned. "But… But…" She stumbled for the right words. Fred smiled.
"You can't deny it Hermione. You know it's the truth. You love Ron and now you two are both the heads of the school. You can't ask for more proof than that." He told her.
"We know that you don't want to admit you could love Ron, hell no one blames you for it either…"
"HEY!" Ron protested to the insult, but Fred just continued.
"… But you can't hide from destiny, nor the truth and you know it's the truth." He finished. Hermione got an insanely, wicked look on her face.
"You're forgetting something." She said.
"What's that?" Fred asked her.
"Percy and Penelope were both the heads of the school and they didn't end up getting married." She seemed satisfied that no one could bring down that comment, but Fred sighed.
"No, but our dear brother, isn't the brightest Quill in the shop now is he?" Fred told her.
"That's right," George agreed. "If he took a minute to notice her they would've hooked up, trust me."
Hermione sighed and shook her head and turned to eating her breakfast, silently.
"Do you think its true?" Ron asked Harry, worriedly. Harry shrugged.
"I dunno, but it would make sense." He added thoughtfully.
"What would?" Ron asked.
"Well they do everything together, they organise events and do share a bathroom." Ron gulped. "But why would that matter? Would it be so bad considering you love Hermione?"
"I just didn't think I'd face have to face it like this." He confessed. Harry patted his arm.
"You'll be fine." Harry promised him. "Besides, you two are destined for each other."