When the faint pop sounds the supposedly sleeping house comes alive.

"Good luck. "

Ginny scoffs as she sees Ron bursting through the door making beeline for Harry. Hermione follows him walking with her arms crossed as she tries to shake off her shivers.

Harry expected Ron to punch him in the face, or perform some other form of brutality. But instead, he pulls Ginny into a protective hug.

Hermione stands boldly in front of Harry.

"We need to talk."

She murmurs before she pulls him into a brief hug.

Mrs. Weasley walks out of the house wiping her hands in her apron. She smiles and looks at Hermione arching her eyebrows, as if to say, "I told you so." Because she knew Harry would come back. She was is his second mother.

"Where have you been?" Ron asks trying to suppress the anger and suspicion from his voice.

"Walking," Harry shrugged, " Don't worry,  I won't be here long. I'm grabbing my stuff and heading to Grimwald place. Who knows,  maybe Kreacher is there waiting for me or maybe Dob--" Harry inhales sharply and looks around feining his smile.

Eyes of concern circle around Harry.

"I'm starved! " Ginny says coming time Harry's rescue. 

Seemingly distracting everyone they head inside. Harry falls behind the rest of them. Hermine falls into step with him.

"What did-" Harry starts to ask.

"Later," Hermione whispers and walks inside.

Sighing deeply Harry walks in to join the rest of them.
Dishes clatter and happy voices fill the air.
Everyone forgets whatever troubles lie in their life's and let it be filled up with joyous recollections of the past. 

After kicking him under the table a few times Ron overall seems to forgive and forget about Harry and Ginny.

After a large dinner by Mrs. Weasley Harry goes to get up.  Met by many protests.

Ginny silently grabs his sleeve.

Hermione let's out a long "No-" in the middle of her conversation with George,  and a half-drunken grin on her face.

Ron stands in his own seat and blocks Harry from leaving.

Mrs. Weasley wipes her hands on a rag and turns to Harry.

"Now," She starts, "I can't stop you from leaving but,  would you at least stay the night? I would feel much better with you apperating during the day than night." Everyone voices their approval.

"C'mon!"

"Just stay!"

"Pleeeeeese!"

"Just stay!"

"Okay, okay, fine," Harry says sitting down in defeat.
"Yay!" Many people shout.

Late at night, Harry wakes up with his head pounding. He slowly gets up as to not wake Ron, as if he could anyways. Harry slowly creeps downstairs towards the kitchen.

" You took forever." A voice whispered from the dark. 

"Hermione?" Harry asked squinting his eyes and adjusting his glasses.

"Yeah, I said we need to talk.  I knew you'd have a headache from the wine.  It was just a matter of waking you up. "

"You clever witch," Harry chuckled. "You have my attention. What is it?"