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Post by Elle on Jun 1, 2006 1:28:12 GMT 2
okay I will
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Post by Lizzie (SmiLiza) on Jun 2, 2006 21:04:47 GMT 2
Yay!
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Post by Elle on Jun 2, 2006 23:34:08 GMT 2
Chapter 2 – Secret Notes and Soap Suds
Hermione was sitting on Ginny’s bed, twirling her wand over and under her fingers as she absent-mindedly flipped through the latest issue of Witch Weekly. Then, Ginny looked up at her and suddenly and squealed.
“What is it Gin?” Hermione asked, watching her redhead friend rush to the window.
“It’s a letter from Harry!” Ginny exclaimed excitedly as she opened the window and watched Ron’s little owl Pigwegdon fly in. Hermione rolled her eyes but walked over to stand by Ginny all the same.
The letter was obviously private; because Ginny had her back turned to Hermione and was blocking the scroll with her thin body. But Hermione had an advantage. She peeked over her younger friend’s shoulder and saw Harry’s untidy scrawl.
Ginny, As you already know, I’ll be at the Burrow tomorrow by the time you wake up. And I’m not even complaining about getting up early. I can’t wait to see Ron and Hermione, but to tell the truth, I’ve missed you the most. I’m really glad Dumbledore asked me to stay there all the time for 3 months.
See you tomorrow Gin, Harry
Hermione smiled knowingly and plopped back down on the soft, quilted bed, patiently waiting for Ginny to turn around. Right as she picked up her magazine again, Ginny pocketed the letter and turned to face her.
“What did Harry say?” Hermione asked cheerfully, even though she knew already.
“Oh! He…um…he says hello to the lot of us and that he’s missed us all loads. He said he can’t wait to see you and Ron tomorrow and that he’s glad Dumbledore asked him to stay here.” Ginny explained before she turned a bright shade of red.
Ron blushes like that too, Hermione thought. Weasley trait.
“Of course,” Hermione said in mock distraction. After all Ginny had been truthful with me…. “So should we go show Ron the letter?” she finished. …But not entirely.
Ginny grabbed the note from inside her jeans pocket and shouted, “No!”. She quickly recovered and said, “Um, no. I think we should just tell him in person instead. You know?” the shade of red on her face darkened quite a bit.
“Okay then, Ginny.” Hermione replied innocently as she smirked inwardly. And why not? Ginny deserves some payback; with all the cracks about Ron she's taken lately, Hermione thought.
Ginny still looked petrified at the very thought of her overprotective brother reading Harry’s letter, so Hermione hurriedly changed the subject, “So are you ready to help your mum with dinner now?”
Ginny, grasping the chance to escape the embarrassing conversation quickly replied, “Yeah, let’s go help her. After all she’s going to have to make a load of stuff to feed this lot.” She bounded down the stairs and Hermione quickly followed, still grinning.
“Hello Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione greeted the short plump witch and gave her a tight hug around the middle. She looked over Mrs. Weasley's head and noticed a rather large stack of dishes that needed a good washing. “Would you like me to wash all those dishes for you while you work on dinner?”
Mrs. Weasley looked up at Hermione and smiled, “Thank you, that would be lovely, dear. That’s an awful lot of dishes for one person to wash, though. I know, go get Ron and tell him he needs to help you wash them. Go on now and tell him I sent you.”
Hermione obeyed and quickly climbed the familiar set of stairs to Ron’s room, but halfway up she ran straight into Ron. “Oh! Sorry, I was just on my way to come and get you. Will you please help me wash the dishes?”
Ron smiled at Hermione’s red face, “Of course I will ‘Mione.” he said gently. Mione, Hermione loved it when he called her that. It made her feel special and important, like she always felt when she was talking to Ron.
She smiled back and gave him a quick hug, “Thanks Ron. It’d take me forever to wash them all by myself.”
She walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen, leaving Ron standing on the stairs, still thinking about the embrace and wishing it wasn’t over. Coming to his senses, he bounded down the stairs, tripping on the last one and stumbling into the kitchen.
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley laughed out loud at Ron and even Hermione hid a smile behind her hand. Ron blushed and his ears turned red as he moved to stand next to Hermione at the sink, “It’s not funny.” he muttered as he picked up a plate and scrubbed it with such a great force that it almost broke down the middle.
“Take it easy, Ron.” Hermione laughed as she gently tugged the dish out of Ron’s grip. “That plate never did anything to you, did it?”
Ron shrugged and grabbed another plate to wash, “I guess not,” he said casually, but inside he was furious with himself. How do I always manage to make a fool of myself whenever Hermione's around? He thought.
For a while they cleaned in silence, while Mrs. Weasley sang along to the radio sitting on the windowsill. Finally, Hermione broke the silence by saying very quietly to Ron, “I’m a little clumsy sometimes, too. It’s nothing to beat yourself up over, Ron.”
Ron turned and stared incredulously at his friend, Hermione a klutz? No way, she always presents herself with such dignity and grace! There is no possible way that she is as clumsy as me, he thought.
“Okay ‘Mione, thanks.” he said as he stuck his hand under the water to grab another fork. While he was searching through the soapy water for another piece of silverware, Ron and Hermione’s hands touched and they looked at each other and smiled nervously.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione whispered very faintly, “ I think we've washed everything.”
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Post by Lizzie (SmiLiza) on Jun 7, 2006 10:47:29 GMT 2
Awesome, Elle!
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Post by Elle on Jun 17, 2006 3:44:19 GMT 2
aww thank you lizzie! u seem like my only faithful reader By the way, i sent you an email.
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Post by Lizzie (SmiLiza) on Jun 17, 2006 20:13:02 GMT 2
I didn't receive anything. LOL!
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Post by Chris on Apr 21, 2007 20:34:50 GMT 2
i like this story thou must write more dear
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Post by Elle on Apr 28, 2007 15:06:55 GMT 2
THank you kind sir
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Post by Elle on Apr 28, 2007 15:07:54 GMT 2
Mrs. Weasley had been watching Ron and Hermione out of the corner of her sparkling eye on Dumbledore’s orders; she studied the whispered conversation between the two and noted that at one point, both of their faces had turned a dazzling scarlet color. She smiled to herself as they hurried out of the kitchen heading in different directions, Those two can’t see what’s right in front of them, she thought as she followed their retreating backs with her eyes, Ron was running to his room and Hermione was going to bury herself in the study with the trunk load of books she had brought with her. Sighing to herself, she turned back to the stove and resumed cooking.
Before Hermione’s arrival, she had received an owl from Dumbledore explaining the importance of Hermione’s stay at The Burrow. He didn’t give a lot of details but somewhere in his research; he had unknowingly stumbled upon an instance that could help Harry defeat Voldemort. If everything was as the Headmaster expected, Ron and Hermione could be the basis of an ancient magic, closely resembling the one of Harry’s mother’s sacrifice on the night of Voldemort’s downfall.
~*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, Hermione seemed to be deeply immersed in Hogwarts, a History but really her mind was spinning, what just happened? Was that just an accident? What if he thinks…oh no no, he can’t possibly know…
“Erm, mind if I join you?” Hermione looked up to see Ron standing uncomfortably in the doorway waiting for her response.
“Oh! Of course not! Come on in!” she said very flustered as she indicated the open seat beside her.
He smiled and sat down on the other side of the small couch, “Thanks” he said as he settled in his spot.
After a couple of seconds Hermione asked, “Um Ron? Where’s your book?”
Ron, who clearly hadn’t thought of this minor detail, hurriedly grabbed a book from the small desk beside him, “Oh! Here it is!” he said with fake enthusiasm, he cracked open the book and stuck his nose in it.
Hermione was having a hard time controlling her laugher now, “Ron?”
He looked up and his face was bright red, “Yeah?”
“Why are you reading a Muggle phonebook?”
Slowly, Ron looked down at the large book in his hands. Then he raised his eyes to Hermione’s face, he gulped and said, “ I…uh…was looking for Harry’s number.”
“In a Norwegian phonebook?”
Ron gave her one of his lopsided grins, “No wonder I couldn’t find it!” Hermione laughed, “Ron why did you come in here if you didn’t have a book?”
“I…uh…uh…I just…” Truthfully, he had been checking on her, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.
“Never mind now, just borrow one of mine, okay?”
Ron gazed at the large old volumes laying on the floor, “ Aww ‘Mione do I have to?”
Hermione laughed again, “Don’t worry, I have just the thing.” She rummaged through the stack of books and pulled out a set of brightly colored ones, “Here, I brought these just for you.”
Ron looked down at the titles, ‘Spiderman’, ‘Superman’, and ‘Teen Titans’. “What are these?” He asked.
“They’re comic books Ron! Muggle boys read them.”
Ron nodded and opened the first one, Hermione watched him as he read noting the amused expression on his face change to a concerned one and then into a relieved one. About 15 minutes later he closed the book and smiled at Hermione, “Wow that was really good ‘Mione! Thanks a lot!”
She smiled back at him and scooted just a tad closer to him on the couch just as Ron scooted a tad closer to Hermione.
Ron picked up the next comic and began to read so Hermione cracked her book open once again. After a couple of minutes they both scooted closer to each other again and that continued for awhile until they ended up with their legs and arms touching, a jolt of electricity shot through both of their bodies. They both sensed neither of them was reading anymore.
Finally Hermione spoke, “Ron?” she wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Yes ‘Mione?” he sounded worried.
“What’s going to happen to us?” she asked, voicing the concern she had been harboring all summer.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Ron asked, knowing perfectly well what she was talking about but was surprised to hear his private worry spoken aloud after a long couple of weeks.
“I mean, we both know that something happened at the Ministry that we don’t understand.” Hermione said as she watched Ron’s face out of the corner of her brown eye.
“I know that ‘Mione” Ron sighed, the visit to the Ministry was still fresh on his mind.
“What if, what if Harry has another dream and it’s just a trap? What if we get captured by Death Eaters? What if one of us ends up hurt or…or dead?” Hermione choked slightly on the last word and Ron could tell she had been waiting to ask him this since her arrival.
“Hermione.” Ron said after a moment, trying to think of what words of comfort he could offer his friend, “I can’t promise that none of that will happen, but I can promise that I’d never ever let anyone hurt you without me doing everything I can to hurt them back.”
Hermione burst into tears, “Oh Ron.” She sobbed, her shoulders shaking.
Acting on an impulse, Ron snatched Hermione into his arms, slipping his long freckled arms around her waist and just holding her. He felt like that was what she needed. After awhile, Hermione pulled back and looked him in the eyes, which gave Ron the opportunity to see how tired she looked. “’Mione you haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?”
Hermione shook her bushy head; “No I haven’t slept a full night in weeks, to tell the truth.”
Ron was shocked that she hadn’t been sleeping either, “Have you- have you been having…nightmares?”
Hermione nodded again, silently willing the tears in her eyes to go back into her head, “The same one, over and over.”
Hermione was surprised to hear Ron say, “Me too.”
Hermione gasped, not quite believing that they both had been having nightmares about the Ministry. “Does yours have anything to do with those brains?”
Ron shook his head, “No, I always dream about…you getting hit by that curse.” He admitted. “Hermione, I may not have been thinking straight, but when you got hit by that curse something inside of me was telling me you weren’t dead and that if I could just get to you, you would be alright. I tried to get to you but those…things just held on tighter.”
“I always dream about you getting attacked by those brains. It’s so scary watching them latch onto you arms and your chest and not letting go. And…and I feel like I’m experiencing everything you are. That’s how I felt at the Ministry too.”
Ron drew a quick breath; I’ve been feeling that same thing since the Yule Ball!
He opened his mouth to say just that, but Mrs. Weasley called them to dinner.
They both came to their senses and noticed that Hermione was practically sitting on top of him and Ron’s arms were still around her waist. Hermione covered the awkward moment quickly by giving him a quick hug and saying, “Thanks Ron, you’re a fantastic listener. I really needed to get that off my chest.” They walked out of the room together, following the smell of dinner that was wafting down the hall towards the kitchen.
As the pair exited the room Mr. Weasley, who had received a letter of his own, quickly emerged from his hiding place and with a strange look in his eyes, quickly apparated down the stairs into the kitchen. Good old Dumbledore, I think he’s right again.
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Post by Chris on Apr 28, 2007 23:56:50 GMT 2
this is awesome m'lady
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