Over Parchment Burned By Fireworks (Fremione Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Sunlight

Was shining through the top of the closed curtains. A bright yellow morning glow onto the wooden floors, the quilt at the end of the bed and onto the neatly stacked books on Hermione's bedside locker. Sounds of kitchen utensils echoed through the walls of the Weasley home. Ginny's light snores ceased as she turned over in her bed. A result of Molly's footsteps on the creaky stairs.

Hermione yawned and rubbed her eyes as Molly gently opened the door with a click of the doorknob, "Good morning..." She announced softly as she opened the curtains fully. The light causing Hermione's sleepy eyes to sting at the sudden exposure to brightness. "Breakfast is almost ready and Arthur wants you all up in about ten minutes," Molly rested her hands on her hips and smiled, "now don't rush yourselves too much, we wouldn't want you to get light-headed."

Hermione raised herself up, her arms stretching above her head before flopping back down onto the covers. Her bushy hair falling in strands of curls, not caring where they landed. "Why does Mr Weasley want us up?" Arthur had been in quite a chipper mood the past few days -more than usual- but never gave a reason as to why. Even if he was asked. Molly just shrugged, her smile never left her face.

"Just make sure you're down for breakfast on time, Dearies." With a swift movement, Molly left the girls room and went to wake the twins, then presumably to Ron and Harry.

Ginny groggily threw her bed covers off her body and slowly made her way out to the bathroom, mumbling inaudibly. Ginny Weasley was not a morning person especially when it came to summer mornings when, as she put it, she's meant to 'stay in bed until midday at least'.

After dressing and brushing through what she called the bush on her head also known as her hair and styling it in a quick ponytail, Hermione sauntered downstairs to be greeted with the smells of a classic 'fry-up' breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon rashers and toast. The scents relaxed her into a fresh summer morning mood, well, right before the loud elephant thumps of the twins' steps came to ear.

Once Hermione got to the kitchen, one of the twins accidentally ran into her shoulder. "Sorry Hermione," he mumbled before turning to be greeted by Molly's scornful face. Hermione's attention was quickly taken away from the scene in front of her when she felt a gentle weight on her shoulder. She glanced at it before the other tall twin came into view, "You're alright Hermione, right?" He smiled warmly.

This was one of those times where Hermione wished she knew which of the twins was Fred and which one was George. Sure, they were in no way the exact same person, once a difference was pointed out between the two young men it was more noticeable but it was always difficult at first glance. Especially since they were wearing matching outfits. Some twins grow out of that, these twins, however, had not.

She had no choice but to guess, "Yeah, I'm fine...thanks-" he was about to leave her side to take a seat before she said his name, "-Fred."

His head turned to her in a flash, slight shock on his features. His eyes looked her up and down, his eyebrows furrowing in inspection, "How did you- wow, well done Granger!" He winked before patting the back of the chair next to him for her to sit next to him. 'Okay Hermione, mental note. Fred is a bit less rambunctious than George...but is he? Ugh!'

After going back upstairs to try to wake Ron and Harry for, what felt like, the millionth time they were all able to have breakfast and follow Arthur out into the deep forestry that sat by the Burrow. "Hey, Dad! Where are we going?" Ron called from behind, clearly still not pleased by the fact they were all up so early. Both Fred and George rolled their eyes at their younger sibling.

Arthur kept walking, "Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!". Arthur didn't even know where they were going but he clearly knew where they would eventually end up.