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Harry Potter

*Hermione's POV*

"Oh come on Ronald!"I say. He's been asleep for ages.
"Get up Ron."Harry says, still in his bed.
"Oh Harry you're still asleep too!"I shriek.
"Am not!"He says while getting up and stretching.
"Will you two ever shut up?"Ron asks while stifling a yawn.
"You're the ones who said you wanted to come!"I say.
"I know, when else will we ever get to see the muggle world in action?"Harry says laughing. "Fine,"I say. "I'll just leave you two here."
"I'm getting up! Geez Hermione."Ron says sarcastically. He throws me a side smile while rolling out of bed.
I feel my cheeks blush.
"Well, I'll be waiting downstairs."I say walking out of their room.
"Morning Hermione."Ginny calls from the room we share.
"Good morning!"I call back. I make my way downstairs and see a nail sticking out of one of the stairs. I pull out wand and mutter "Wingardium Leviosa."The nail lifts out the floorboard and I see that it's bent.
"Geminio."I say, making a duplicate. Then,
"Waddiwasi."To make it soar through the air and hit smack into the step with a force that a hammer could never do. "Deletrius."I say while waving my wand over the original nail.
I smile to myself, thinking of Mrs.Weasley. She hates when the nails are loose. I walk down the steps and into the kitchen. I notice the clock on the wall.
Apparently Mr.Weasley is already at work and George is at the joke shop.
Ron, Harry, Ginny and I's hands are all pointing here; Mrs.Weasley is at the grocery store. I think about how sweet it was for her to take Bill and Charlie's hands off and replace them with Harry and I's.
She did say, "Oh,well they're older now and have their own lives. They don't need to be watched over as much as you two do."Although I think she secretly just feels like she needs to know where everyone is, ever since Fred died. It's been almost a year-but it feels like it was only last week when he and George were blowing up fireworks during Umbridge's time.
I saw George take Fred's hand off of the clock because it was going haywire since it didn't know where to point. He took it upstairs to their room and set it on their dresser.
I can't imagine how he must feel. It was awful-Fred's death.
No one spoke for a week straight. Everyone stayed shut up in their rooms just staring into space, full of agony.
"Come on, then."I hear Harry call from upstairs, probably talking to Ron.
"I'm coming! You can't wake me up at 7 in the morning and expect me to be ready 5 minutes later!"Ron argues.
"It's 11:00 Ronald!"I yell.

*Ron's POV*

"Which should we take?"Harry asks. We're in the garage and trying to decide what vehicle would look less suspicious in the muggle world.
"Well, definitely not the motor bike."I say.
"That'd cause more attention to you than Hermione's hair"Says George coming up from behind us.
"Locomotor Mortis!"I say casting it at George.
"What was that for!?"he asks. "That was for insulting Hermione"I say.
"Ron that was completely unnecessary!"Hermione says while doing the counter-curse on him.
"He insulted you!"I say.
"Yes, but it's not like I don't get insulted all the time."She says. "Sorry."I say.
It just really makes me mad when people make fun of her-I mean she's beautiful and she shouldn't ever think of herself as anything less.
"Well, back to choosing our vehicle"Harry says.
"Where are you going?"George asks.
"To the muggle world."Harry replies.
"What are you going to do there?"he presses.
"None of your business."I say. George rolls his eyes at me.
"What are we going to do?"I whisper to Hermione.
She, too, rolls her eyes at me. "What?"I shrug.
She turns to face both George and I.
"We're going to the Muggle world to go Christmas shopping."She says.
"Christmas shopping?"Harry asks. "Christmas was days ago!"I chime in.
"I know that. In the Muggle world, things always go on sale after Christmas. We'll go today and get a good deal on things and save them for next Christmas."She says.
"What's 'on sale' mean?"George asks.
"It means that the price lowers."Harry says.
"That's brilliant!"I tell Hermione. "I think we should take Dad's car."George says.
Harry turns his head to him. "You're coming with us?"he asks. George just shrugs.
"I'm having the shop re-constructed for wheelchair access to the upstairs."
"Wow George. Never thought you could be thoughtful."I say.
"Well you thought wrong."He replies.
"Alright, lets take Mr.Weasley's car."Hermione's says.
We load into the car and Hermione gets behind the wheel.
"Darn. Last time we were in this car was when we stole you Harry."George says.
"Oh yeah! Third year, right?"Harry asks, his face scrunched up as he's trying to remember.
"Second."I correct.
He grins.
It really has been a long time since all of us were in here together.
Except Hermione of course.
After the incident, the Ministry sent the car back to Dad and banned him from ever driving it again. But, Harry, Dad, and I spent most of the summers after that fixing it up. It can no longer fly, Mum made sure of that, but it does drive.

Hermione pulls into a huge parking lot. It's been a long drive, we had to make tons of stops because George started puking up banana slushy that Hermione bought at a 'gas station'. At least that's what I think it's called. Anyway, George is now officially disgusted at the types of drinks that muggles drink and his face is the color of an actual banana. "Where are we?" I ask Hermione.
"We're at the mall"she says. "Woah. I haven't been to a mall in years. Last time I was at one it was with the Dursley's. They didn't let me go in of course, but it was exciting for me to get a whiff of fresh air instead of inside that stuffy house."Says Harry.
"I haven't been to a mall ever."I say.
"I once heard Dad talking about one of these with Mum a while back."George says.
"He said they're very confusing because they have many different stores inside of it. So, like one big Diagon Alley with multiple Diagon Alleys' inside of it?"he asks.
"That's one way to put it."Hermione sighs pulling the keys out of the ignition.
"I haven't actually been to this mall in a couple of years either, Harry. The Blue Ridge Mall is usually so crowded, but there are hardly any people here today."She stares out the window for a while. "C'mon boys. We've got shopping to do."She continues and gets out the car.
"Yes ma'am!"George says while stepping out also. I watch Hermione as she puts sun glasses on and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Are you coming Ron?"
"Yep." I reply.