Still Waiting
It was a frosty, December night; the snow lay on the ground. The stars flickered and twinkled in the night sky that caused the snow to look whiter and purer. The soft, winters wind twist and turned around every single one of Hogwarts' towers and the atmosphere was even more magical than usual.
Voldamort was killed and the mission was over. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all alive.
It was now two years later, Ron and Hermione had been dating for three years and Harry and Ginny was still growing strong, everything was perfect, well almost thought Hermione. She was meant to be meeting up with Ron but he was late. She had been waiting for twenty minutes but there was still no sign. She was getting worried, where was he?
After another five minutes, Hermione saw a single rose placed on the floor, it caught her eye because how many red roses do you see in the middle of December? She bent down and picked it up. How she loved red roses- not as much as tiger lilies but still. She loved the winter, she loved the fresh, cool breeze on her cheeks and she closed her eyes so she could feel the wind run through her. She snapped her Chocolate eyes wide open as she remembered the rose in her hand. When she opened them she noticed a small piece of parchment attached to it, it read,
'I have something to show you,
Follow the tiger
lilies,
And at the end of the trail,
You'll find me waiting
for you,
Still waiting, Ron'
Hermione held the note and Rose to her heart. She didn't know what had gotten into Ron recently; for the last month she had barely seen him, he always seemed to be busy. They were forever apart and when they were together he seemed distant and jumpy. But then again, Ron was Ron- he usually was worried about something or another but this was different, she could tell he was up to something.
Hermione walked slowly, looking at the ground and following the lilies carefully, making sure she was following the right instructions. The trail stopped at the large beech tree in which she remembered so well. Hermione, Ron and Harry spent endless sunny days by it, relaxing and reflecting it was one of her most treasured spots in the whole of Hogwarts. The lake was gleaming, she gazed at it for a moment then back at the beech tree and there, barely visible in the shadows, was Ron.
"You took your time." He said softly.
"I didn't see the rose." Hermione smiled. "What was it you wanted to show me?"
Ron who was looking extremely nervous gave a week but definite smile and pointed towards the sky.
Hermione looked up and into the starry sky. The stars were shining brightly against its coal, black sheet and the frosty atmosphere made the sky clearer than Hermione had ever seen it before.
Hermione didn't know what she was supposed to be looking at but a second later something started moving. At first she thought it was snow but then she realised that they were the stars. Slowly but surely they formed, what looked like, a picture- or was it? No it wasn't a picture- it was forming- words. Once the stars stopped she read what it said, 'Marry Me!"
Hermione turned around to look at Ron puzzled. Did this mean what she thought it meant, she wouldn't get her hopes up and yet she couldn't stop the warm, butterfly feeling inside of her or the flipping of her heart. When she looked at Ron, however, he was no longer standing up but he down on one knee.
"Here- Hogwarts- is where it started for me and you. With out this place we'd never of been together. I love you with all my heart and dating you has made me the happiest man alive. But something is still is missing. Hermione Granger will you marry me?"
Hermione couldn't breath, it was really happening. She didn't even have to think- it was really happening. She knew the answer she had known it for years. She, now, felt complete. She had dreamed about this day for so long, weeks, months, years, since as long as she remembered, since the day she met Ron on the Hogwarts express, since the age of eleven. It was better than she ever imagined it to be only this wasn't a dream but reality. She could answer him with no doubt in her mind.
"Yes." She said, unable to wipe the grin of her face, so happy she began to giggle.
"P-pardon…?"
"Yes Ron, I can't think of anything I'd rather do than becoming your wife."
"Really?" asked Ron unsurely.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Hermione screamed with joy.
Ron's face lit up, never had Hermione seen him so unbelievably happy. He Ran over to her lifted her of the ground, twirled her around, placed her feet back onto the snow and kissed her.
"I love you Ronald Weasley." Hermione smiled.
"I love you too, Hermione Granger."
"GINERVA WEASLEY!" Mrs Weasley shouted at her youngest daughter. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF MIRLIN DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING- WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LISTENING TO YOUR, LOUSY EXCUSE FOR, BROTHERS ANYWAY! WHAT IS IT ABOUT FRED AND GEORGE THAT YOU ARE SO KEEN TO BE LIKE THEM! TWO'S ENOUGH, PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT THREE!"
"IT WAS ONLY A JOKE MUM; CHARLIE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY PUT THEM ON!" Ginny shot back.
"THEY ARE HIS UNDERWEAR, GINNY, YOU PUT A FIRE CHARM ON THEM AND THEN PUT THEM INTO HIS DRAW OF COURSE YOU WANTED HIM TO PUT THEM ON! HONESTLY, HE COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT."
"HE WASN'T THOUGH- HE'S FINE AND I'M SORRY!"
"Ok fine, you're sorry now go and set the table like a good girl because Hermione's parents will be here soon and so will Ron and Hermione!"
Ginny went to set the table, as Mrs Weasley continued to cook. At that moment, Harry walked into the kitchen, kissed Ginny on the cheek and then started to help her with the table.
"Have you heard from Ron or Hermione yet, Harry?" Mrs Weasley said tiredly.
"Yes, they'll be here for two, they said not to wait up for them, they'll eat out- they seemed overly happy actually- said that they had something important to tell everyone- wonder what it is."
"Oh probably something to do with that holiday they were planning." Ginny suggested.
"Perhaps… well her parents will be here at one- oh gosh, only ten minutes so run along so I can get all of this sorted." Mrs Weasley said panicked, whilst ushering them out of the room.
knock, knock
"That'll be Mr and Mrs Granger; Ginny would you get the door, dear?" said Mrs Weasley and Ginny walked over to the door.
Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, their girlfriends Angelina and Melody, Ginny, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, their three year old child Sandy and Harry were sitting around the table. Practically the whole Weasley family, with the exception of Percy (who was at work at this time) and Ron (who had not yet arrived) were there.
"Hi," said Mrs Granger, entering the kitchen.
"Hello Silvia, Andrew. We haven't seen each other for, what? Two years." Mrs Weasley greeted them kindly.
"I know it's been too long." Mr Granger added as Mr Weasley shook his hand firmly.
"Right, let me introduce you." Mrs Weasley said cheerfully. "This is my eldest son, Bill, his wife, Fleur, and his daughter Sandy." Mrs Weasley pointed to Bill, Fleur and to a rather, beautiful, little girl with long golden hair.
"Oh lovely it iz to finally meet you both." Fleur said getting up and kissing them on both cheeks.
"Yes it is Ron certainly has a very high opinion of you both." Bill continued.
"Sandy zay 'ello," Fleur becalmed. "Are children, it can't be 'elped" She continued, when Sandy didn't say anything.
Mrs Weasley turned to Charlie. "And you've met Charlie, down at St Mungos hospital- and Fred and George and their girlfriends, off course." Mr Granger scanned them suspiciously but didn't say anything.
"Hi Mr and Mrs G-" Fred said.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, isn't it Fred?"
"Yea an absolute honour,"
Mrs Granger giggled as Mr Granger continued to scan.
"Sorry about locking you in that bathroom-"
"But what's done is done-"
"And you can't change the past," They both finished and then turned to face each other.
"Worked though, didn't it?" Fred laughed.
"Sure did, my fine companion."
"And," Mrs Weasley butted in quickly before the twins could embarrass her any further. "Ginny and Harry but you've met them as well."
The rest of the meal went incredibly well. By the end of the meal, Mr Weasley was questioning Mr Granger on the muggle world, ('Oh really, how interesting- so tell me, what does this DPD thingy do?') Mrs Granger was engrossed in conversation with Charlie, ('so you work with dragons in Romania? How interesting, I've always wanted to travel.') And everyone else was debating to whether or not Nifflers should be band from Britain.
Mrs Weasley was clearing the table when they all heard the front door open.
"We're back!" shouted a familiar sounding voice.
Ron, who breezed into the room almost skipping, was beaming at them all.
"Hi," Hermione did skip into the room, grabbed Crookshanks and kissed him on the ear. "Lovely day,"
"It's raining," Replied Ginny, looking at Hermione as though she was a lunatic that had just escaped from the local nut house.
"Oh really…? I didn't notice."
"Nor me," agreed Ron.
Harry and Ginny exchanged looks. They're acting strange, Harry thought, why are they so happy?
"Why are you so happy?" Ginny wondered aloud as if she was reading Harry's mind.
"Life is just perfect, don't you think?" Hermione said in some sort off a trance and Harry and Ginny exchanged looks for a final time.
"Ok, now you're just scaring me," Harry said, picking up his plate and handing it to Mrs Weasley.
"Sorry Ron but I can't keep it to my self- can we please tell them now instead of later?" Hermione screeched in excitement.
"If you want- whatever makes you happy?" Ron said staring at her.
"Right… Everyone should sit down!" Mrs Weasley who was still clearing the table sat down immediately.
"There's no point in telling us why you're so happy, we all know!" Harry said.
"You do?" Said a puzzled looking Ron, who had not told anyone what he was planning, except off course Mr Granger.
"Yea, it's about that holiday thingy you were planning."
"Wha- Oh that, no- it's something else." Hermione said, as Ron sighed in relief.
"Oh no, you're not pregnant are you?" Harry asked.
Mrs Weasley who had been drinking at the time, spat out the contents of her mouth.
"Off course not," Hermione said frustrated as the happiness began to drain out of her but she soon bounced back into her happy mood.
"No, what we were going to say is that we- well we don't know how you'll react but we- you see I don't know how to tell you this but- what you need you understand is that when two people love-"
"Bloody hell Hermione, no need to drag it out," Ron interrupted.
"Sorry, well when we went to Hogwarts we- well Ron- no hang on I- no. we are- the thing is we're-"
"Getting married!" Ron finished as Hermione seemed to be getting no where.
"I would have got there," Hermione snapped, though she was smiling.
"Yea, when? Next millennium?" Hermione gave them a sharp look as the rest of the family just sat there mouths hanging open.
Mr Granger was the only one who didn't seem remotely surprised.
"Well congratulations, see I told you she'd say yes, Ron." Mr Granger stood up. "Welcome to the family son." He said shaking his hand.
"You knew about this?" Hermione said shocked.
"Yea, you didn't think I'd propose to you without your dad's permission. Never, not after what happened last time,"
The rest of the family seemed to be speechless. However, Mrs Weasley had tears rolling down the side of her face.
"Mum, are you ok?" Ron said in a concerned voice.
"Off course I am," She said standing up and walking over to her youngest son. "My little, baby boy is all grown up and getting married, why wouldn't I be." She pulled Ron into a hug, squeezing him tight and smothering him with kisses.
"Yea Mum, that's right BIG boy- so let me GO!" Ron said trying to pull free but Harry couldn't help but noticed Ron was grinning with a happiness, such as he had never seen before.
"Awwww, they're getting married." Fred and George said.
"Didn't we tell them?" George said.
"Why, I think we did-"
"But you'll still be little Ronniekins to us!" George stated as Fred started to laugh.
"They're just jealous- don't take any notice." Mrs Weasley said in glee. "You've made your father and me so proud."
"A muggle-born in the family…" Mr Weasley seemed to think happily to himself. "What I have always wanted,"
"Welcome to the family Hermione." Charlie said getting to his feet and giving Hermione a kiss on her cheek.
"Yes, Ron, welcome to the family." Mrs Granger said, in absolute glee.
"Why mum wasn't this happy when I got married, I don't know." Bill said as Ginny and Hermione exchanged knowing smiles. "Congratulations,"
"Yez eat will be an 'onour to ave you ean zee family." Fleur said.
"Took you long enough," Said Harry beaming evilly at his two best friends. Finally, he thought, finally.
"So do I have to call you auntie Hermione now?" Sandy asked twitching her nose.
Hermione picked her up and said 'yes.'
"Yay," She screamed. "But I'm still your special girl, aren't I Uncle Ron."
"Always," Ron said giving her a tickle as Hermione held her in her arms.
"Come on then?" Ginny moaned.
"Come on what?" Hermione asked.
"Tell us how he did it? I bet he was dead clumsy…"
"No, he wasn't," said Hermione sounding hurt. "He was really romantic."
"Ron and romantic don't ever come into the same sentence, Hermione; unless it's Ron is NEVER romantic." Ginny said, Harry laughed.
"Hey," Ron said.
"Oh, get over it Ron, you just don't know when to pick your moments- look at when you told Hermione you first loved her." Charlie sniggered, at the memory of it all.
"You maybe right there, but this time he was romantic." And Hermione went into the whole story. About the waiting, the roses, the tiger lilies, the snow, the moving stars, right up to the point he got down on one knee.
When she had finished Ginny seemed shocked at the fact Ron could of even thought up such a plan, Harry was on the verge of throwing up, Sandy was just sitting on Hermione's lap, blinking, and the rest of the family was hanging on her every word.
"Who'd of thought it, eh? Ron the romantic almost wants to make me puke." Fred said.
"And that's why I'm not married to you." Angelina said simply.
"We've been through this," Fred said. "Why get married, when we're happy the way we are? Anyway we will get married, just not now."
"I totally agree, but a little romance never hurt anyone." Angelina shot back.
"Let's see the ring," Ginny said eagerly.
"Well, Ginny-" Ginny looked at Hermione's expression and the stopped her.
"He didn't give you a ring," Ginny smirked, "I can't believe he didn't give you a ring."
"I did," Ron said defensively.
"You did?" Ginny and Hermione said in unison.
"Yea I didn't give it to you before because I didn't know whether you were going to say yes, and I wanted to show Ginny to see if you'd like it." Ron said. "Off course I got a ring- what do you take me for- I bought it a year ago as a matter of fact- I've been saving up for four years."
"We weren't even going out four years ago, you were seeing lavender."
"So, that doesn't mean I didn't love you." Ron got up and opened the door "Accio ring," he said clearly and a small, velvet box came zooming into the kitchen.
Hermione caught it and then opened it.
It was gold and imbedded with diamonds. There was a red ruby on the top, in the form and shape of, what looked like, a rose. The light shone down on it causing it gleam and Hermione had never seen anything so unusual or beautiful in all her life. A huge smile spread across her face but then it faded.
At first she just stared at it and then she said, finally, "I can't accept this."
"What-? Why not?" Ron said gob-smacked.
"Because- well because-"
"You don't like it do you?" Ron said.
"What? Off course I like it- I love it- I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life!"
"I don't mind, Hermione I'll just buy you another one- it's no trouble."
Ron reached out for the ring but Hermione pulled it the opposite way.
"No way, your not getting this back- not in a million years- it's just I can't compete with this- I've got nothing better to give you."
"You already have." Ron said casually, grabbing some pumpkin juice from the centre of the table.
"But it must of cost a fortune!" Hermione persisted.
"Yeah, and? You're worth every penny."
"So what kind of ceremony are you planning, I mean there are loads- Me and Arthur had a household- magical ceremony but you'll want something more extravagant."
"Mum!" Ron said incredulously.
"What…?"
"We've only just got through the door!"
"There is still a lot of organisation involved in a wedding, Ronald. So Hermione what about a water wedding or a winter wedding- I hear they're all the rage at the moment. Or perhaps a muggle ceremony, seeing as you're a muggle-born."
Ron was staring at his mother in utter bewilderment as she continued to tell Hermione about all the different sorts of ceremonies. Mr Granger patted him on the back.
"First lesson, women are suckers for weddings. First piece of encouragement, good luck."
The next couple or weeks came and Hermione, Ginny, Mrs Weasley, Fleur, Sandy and Mrs Granger were looking through countless bridal, Magical and muggle magazines. Mr Weasley, Mr Granger, Bill and Charlie were in the garden and the twins were back at work. Harry and Ron, who didn't fancy doing either of them things, settled down to a nice, friendly, game of wizard's chess in Ron's bedroom, As usual Ron won every single time, once Harry was sure he'd win but then he would lose like every other time.
"Face it Harry, I'm unbeatable!" Ron said sitting on his bed and putting away the chess set.
"You do realise, when I finally do beat you, I will never ever shut up about it."
"That's just it Harry, you'll have to beat be first." Ron replied grinning broadly. After a few minutes of silence Ron continued. "I really don't know how I did it."
"You're just naturally talented at chess, nothing more to it than that, really." Harry answered his, rather, odd statement.
"No you troll, not chess, I meant Hermione!"
"Oh," Harry said pathetically. "Well you were always made for each other- from day one- it just took you six bloody years to say anything about it."
"Yea but- oh, the past doesn't matter I suppose we're together now, that's the main thing." He began to laugh. "I can't believe I'm getting married!"
"Neither can I- I look at you and Hermione sometimes and I catch myself thinking that we're all eleven again."
"It's been a laugh though, hasn't it?" Ron added as he reflected on the past.
"Yea, aside from all that Voldamort stuff,"
"Yea…" Ron shuddered at the name. "Ok, I better get to the point," Ron said as he snapped out of the past and into the present. "I'm getting married and I didn't just bring it up to have a girly chat as much as I can't wait to get Hermione up the isle. I brought it up so I could ask you something- a favour really."
"Yea…?"
"I was wondering- and it's ok if you don't want to or anything but I would really like it if you could- the thing is-"
"Ron spit it out, you sound like Hermione."
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you if- if you'd like to be my best man?" Ron said in a rush, Harry looked confused. "I'll understand if you don't want- I mean what with the speech and stuff…"
"No it's not that," Harry interrupted as Ron trailed of. "It's just that I thought you'd pick your dad or one of your brothers."
"What?" Ron questioned in utter shock. "I'd sooner tie my self to the Hogwarts railway. Your best man is supposed to be your. Best. Man. You know, your best friend, the man you get along with the most? So how about it?"
"Sure- I'd love to be your best man- just don't expect me to say something nice about you in my speech." Harry said evilly.
"Like there is anything bad you could say about me?" Ron said in a I'm-so-full-of-my-self voice. "Better go down at tell them then."
"What? Are you sure it's safe?" Harry said worriedly.
"Probably not but we'll have to face them sooner or later."
"Ron," Mrs Weasley said as he and Harry entered the room. "We have great ideas for the wedding."
"Yea," Hermione said happily. "What do you think of a cloud wedding?"
"If that's what you want." Ron replied smiling.
"Well it'll obviously be a magical ceremony but I want a few muggle traditions like muggle gowns," Hermione showed him white gowns in a 'tying the knot' bridal magazine. "And I want my dad to give me away-"
"GIVE YOU AWAY?" Ron said in a panic.
"No Ron- well yes- I mean no- actually I do mean yes but it's not what you're thinking. Giving me away means that my dad will walk me down the isle to you, instead of, you know, me walking with you. It signifies his approval."
"So why do they have to bloody call it giving you away?" Ron said dumbstruck.
"Because Ronald, my dad gives me away to you,"
"Oh- but I wanted to walk you down the isle."
"No can do, Ron, I want that muggle tradition. Anyway, I think it's sweet."
"I was thinking, Hermione," Ginny looked up room the magazine she was reading. "We should go and have a look for the gowns tomorrow- make a real girls day of it-"
"And what about us?" Ron butted in.
"What about you," Mrs Weasley asked.
"Well, why can't I come- I want to see the dress?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ron, you're not allowed to see it until the day." Ginny said outraged.
"Why not?" Ron retorted, genially not having a clue what everyone was talking about.
"You see Ron, the muggle world not like the wizarding world; we do things in different ways- the brides dress is supposed to be a surprise- its bad luck for the groom to see it before she walks down the isle." Harry answered in a matter-of-factly tone.
"What? But that's not fair." groaned Ron.
"Not fair it may be- but that's the tradition." Hermione said stacking up the magazines into a small pile. "That's a great idea Gin, tomorrow it is."
"See, unlike you Ron, us girls actually get organized and realize it takes a lot of planning-"
"More like they just enjoy spending galleons," Ron muttered so only Harry could hear.
"-Which you should also start thinking about, instead of playing CHESS" Mrs Weasley added, not hearing what Ron had just muttered.
"Well if you let me speak, instead of bomb barding me with all this talk about MY wedding, I was going to say that I have been doing a little organizing for myself." Ron said, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, what? You learned to do up your own tie without help?" Ginny laughed.
"No," He said as Harry began to smirk. "I was going to say that I have asked Harry to be my best man."
Everyone stood up congratulating Harry.
"Well, you know, I am the best- not really surprising," Harry said smoothly and then he began to chuckle. "I have some big plans for that speech."
Ron gave him a glare and Harry just put on an innocent expression. Ron then turned to Hermione, whom looked somewhat disappointed.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Ron asked, rushing to her side.
"Nothing, it's just now Harry's the best man, I can't ask him to be Maid of Honour." Everyone glared at Hermione, convinced she was being serious.
"Well- err- I'm sure we can-" Ron began, only to be cut across by Ginny and Hermione's giggles. Ron, taken aback, backed away from her slightly.
"Your. Faces. Absolutely. Priceless." Hermione laughed.
"She's asked me to be maid of honour you trolls." Ginny proclaimed, wiping away tears of laughter.
At that moment, Fred and George entered the kitchen, with looks of bliss on there identical faces.
"Good, they're here." Mrs Weasley said. "Quick, Ginny, fetch the boys."
Ginny opened the backdoor and summoned Mr Weasley, Mr Granger, Bill and Charlie, who, all came in, almost immediately.
"Ok, now we're all here," Mrs Weasley pressed, before anyone was able to say a word. "I think we should discuss the situation of bridesmaids and groomsmen." There was a murmur ok agreement around the room causing Hermione to stand up.
"Well Ron and I have decided that, if it is ok with you lot, obviously, then we want all of Ron's brothers to be groomsmen and Sandy, Fleur and Gabrielle to be bridesmaids- You don't have to, if you don't want to but we'd really like it if you did- Because, you know? Ginny being maid of honour and Harry as best man it should work out really well- well what do you think?" Hermione said so fast, leaving no room for interruptions.
"Well I think it's perfectly understandable that you want George and me to be groomsmen!" Fred commented. "Don't you think, George?"
"Certainly do!" George replied, somewhat happily. "We are obviously the better option."
"And don't worry about feeling guilty you didn't ask us to be the best man." Fred added, turning to Ron.
"We totally understand." George insisted.
"I mean you couldn't have both of us-" Fred continued.
"And it just wouldn't be the same without both of us." George said in agreement.
"And I know you know that we wouldn't accept anyway, considering the fact that neither of us would accept, without the other." Fred finished.
"So is that a long winded way of saying yes?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"We'll think about it." George answered, but then said, at Hermione's annoyed expression. "Thought about it- and yeah, why not?"
"Bill, Charlie, Sandy, Fleur?"
"Definitely," Sandy said straight away.
"Eat would bee an 'onour for zee both of us." Fleur said pointing at, both, Bill and herself.
"Sure," Charlie added. "Not everyday your youngest little bro gets married!"
"Great," Hermione said happily. "Do you think Gabrielle would like to be a bridesmaid too?"
"Yes, she would love to bee zee bridesmaid."
"So," Ron continued. "Bill can walk down with Fleur, Fred and George with Sandy-"
"And Charlie with Gabrielle," Hermione finished excitedly. Fred and George were sniggering at the fact Charlie was stuck with Gabrielle, whilst Charlie had a look or utter horror on his face.
"Hermione I was wondering if you could help me with something?" Mr Weasley said a minute, or two, later.
"Sure," Hermione replied. "What is it?"
"Well actually you can all help me with this," He said turning to each one of the Grangers in turn and then to Harry. "Well I've made a fiveo of this lot, when they were kids. The problem is that I don't know how to watch it."
"You mean a video?" Hermione corrected, Mr Weasley nodded. "Well you'll need a-"
"CRV," Ron continued.
"VCR, Ronald." Hermione smiled.
"And how can I get a VC-thingy?" Mr Weasley asked in awe.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer but Mr Granger beet her to it, "Well you could come over ours and use it if you want, seeing that you don't have electricity running here."
"Ectrisity- how fascinating- we can all watch it- give Hermione a chance to see what she's marrying into." Mr Weasley said joyfully.
"Yeah someone else can be embarrassed this time." Hermione smirked looking over to Ron.
"Me, embarrassed? I was an angel as a child!" Ron admitted.
"Sure you were," Mrs Weasley said sarcastically.
"Sure, we could go now if you all like- it makes sense." Mrs Granger asked.
"Yeah, it might give me some ideas for my speech…"
They were now in the Granger household. It was the same neat and tidy lounge as Harry and Ron had seen two years ago. Chocolate brown sofas and laminated flooring, with glass tables and a cream, fluffy rug lay in the centre.
Mr Granger was putting in the video and rewinding it. Harry was excited to see what Ron was like life before Hogwarts and the same with Ginny. The prospect, to Harry, was just interesting and Harry wished, more than anything, that Ron would do something stupid so he could announce it on his speech.
The tape began to role as The Weasley's, Granger's and Harry gathered around, a waiting to see what it was that was on there.
Video
Suddenly, pictures flashed onto the screen revealing havoc. There was no other way to explain it. Absolutely, one hundred per cent of HAVOC!
A younger and angelic looking Fred and George were stealing every toy, Ron was attempting to play with and, a small, Percy was reading a book Grade 3- Potion making; Bill was rushing around, saying bye to all his family members as he left for work and Charlie was trying to get rid of a little girl, Ginny, who was hanging around him, like a rash.
"Charlie," Ginny said in a tiny little voice, holding a male rag doll. "Can you read me The Harry Potter story again?"
"Not now, Gin, I got to get ready to go to Hogwarts." Charlie said gently, holding her by the shoulders.
"Ooh," Ginny moaned. "Ok- well can I borrow your quill?"
"Why would you want to borrow my quill?" Charlie said looking annoyed; it was obvious she had been bugging him for a while now.
"So I can draw a scar on my rag doll, duh!"
Out of Video
Everyone began to laugh, as Ginny hid behind a cushion. Harry tried to turn his laugh into a cough but failed miserably.
Video
The Charlie in the video took out his quill; however, just then Mrs Weasley entered the room and looked at the havoc, all around her, as her faced went bloodshot red.
"STOP THAT NOISE!" At that the whole room went silent. Fred and George put down Ron's toys, Ron stopped shouting, Ginny sat down and Percy and Charlie exchanged worried, yet, knowing looks at each other. "GINNY AND RON STOP YELLING! FRED AND GEORGE, STOP STEALING YOUR BROTHERS TOYS AND GET READY BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR FATHER ARE LEAVING SOON! PERCY AND CHARLIE, STOP MESSING AROUND AND GET YOUR THINGS TOGETHER AND, ARTHUR, PUT THAT BLASTED THING AWAY AND KEEP YOUR CHILDREN UNDER CONTROL- IT WOULD ALSO BE NICE IF YOU COULD TAKE THEM TO THE STATION, IF IT ISN'T TOO MUCH TROUBLE- OFF COURSE!" as soon as she gave the instructions everyone followed them, no questions asked.
"Will do Molly dear-"
Suddenly a new image appeared and was replaced Ron sleeping, soundlessly, on his bed. Harry, immediately, recognized the violent shade of bright orange, around the room.
"So," said Mr Weasley's whispering voice. "We've redecorated Ron's room. Orange he wanted- the colour of his favourite Quidditch team- it's raining and thundering, out there. Better leave now and turn this thing off, before Ron wakes up."
The Mr Weasley in the film put the camera down so the whole room was visible; he left the room and switched of the main light. The lamp, however, he appeared to leave on and the camera was left on, also.
The real Mr Weasley was about to tell Mr Granger to forward the video when they saw the door handle, in the video, turning. A young girl, who appeared to be Ginny, entered the room looking scared and frightened.
The, Ginny, in the video, walked over too, a sleeping, Ron and nudged him until he, finally, woke up.
"Wha-" Ron began to say loudly.
"Shh," Ginny said clasping her hand over his mouth. "Mum and dad will wake up."
"Oh it's you- what's wrong?" he said in a, what sounded like a, genuinely, concerned voice.
"The thunder scared me- can I sleep with you?" Ginny pleaded.
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"I don't remember this." Ginny said aloud.
"I do," Ron replied. "Now, you've always wondered why I've always been over protective- well, this should answer it for you- just watch it."
Video
Ron didn't answer but simply sat up and lifted the quilt cover, as if to say she could sleep with him. Ginny climbed in next to him, her rag doll clutched to her side and they, both, lay down, ready to fall asleep.
"Ron?" Ginny asked a moment later.
"Yeah…?"
"You're going to Hogwarts next year." She stated.
"I know,"
"Ron?"
"What?" Ron said a bit more sharply, than before.
"Well, what's going to happen next year- when I get scared- no one will be here?" Ginny wondered.
"You'll have mum and dad."
"I guess…" Ginny trailed off. "Ron?" She repeated a minute later. Ron turned to face her. "What do you want from Hogwarts?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron said curiously.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean what I said- there are no hidden meanings to it."
"I don't know what I want from it!"
"Well you must want something-"
"Well I don't, ok?" Ron said turning to face the other way.
"Come on, you must have a dream- you must want to accomplish something." Ginny retorted.
"Well I don't."
"Then why are you blocking?"
"Err- gee- I don't know, it may have something to do with the fact that it is the middle of the night and I'M TIRED!" Ron groaned.
"I know there's something- tell Ginny and Harry all about it." Ginny said, sitting up and revealing her rag doll, which was supposedly Harry Potter.
"I am not talking to a doll!"
"Awwww, you hurt his felling, now." Ginny snapped as she hugged the doll protectively.
"How can you tell, it's a doll?"
"It has a name!"
"Ok, get Harry, that thing, blob, it, away from me!"
"He's asleep now anyway!" Ginny said. "Just tell me."
"If I do," Ron began. "Will you leave me alone?"
"Yeah,"
"Ok, I want to be noticed." Ron said.
"Is that it?" Ginny said incredulously.
"What do you mean is that it? You don't get it- I'm a nobody- Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George are so talented in different ways- how can I compete with that?"
"Easy- you're Ronald Weasley- you'll find away."
"Thanks," Ron replied. "What about you? What do you want from Hogwarts?"
"I want to be a Heeler, be on the Quidditch team and go out with Harry Potter…" Ron snorted.
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"I guess two out of three, isn't bad." Charlie smirked.
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Ron was now wide awake and he appeared to be getting into the conversation.
"You think it's stupid, don't you?" Ginny asked.
"No," Ron said. "Not stupid, but even you, Ginny, have to admit that it is a little far fetched, he might not even go to Hogwarts."
"So," Ginny said. "What's your ideal girl?"
"What?" Ron said annoyed.
"You know? Your ideal girl, lover, amore, amor, liebe-"
"Ok- ok I get the picture!" Ron said, attempting to keep his voice calm.
"Then what's your answer? What is your ideal girl?" Ginny asked.
"You said you'd leave me alone?" Ron said in a load whisper.
"I said that if you told me I would leave you alone."
"And I did tell you!" Ron protested.
"Yeah, but you must want a girlfriend from Hogwarts- every Weasley man does." Ginny insisted. "I told you my ideal boy so it's only fair- what's your ideal girl?"
"Well, when I find her, you'll be the first to know." Ron said in a frustrated tone of voice.
"That's not a proper answer!"
"WHY NOT?"
"Because you haven't told me what she would look like- her hobbies?" Ginny said sweetly.
"WELL THEN, YOUR ANSWER CAN'T COUNT EITHER!" Ron shot back, outrageously.
"And WHY NOT?" Ginny snapped.
"Because you haven't told me what Harry Potter looks like or his hobbies- you don't know them."
"Ah, but I told you a name." Ginny said, very matter-of-factly.
"Ok, I'll answer your stupid questions." Ron gave in.
"Yes," Ginny said triumphantly.
"But only if you swear to let me go to sleep afterwards."
"Deal," Ginny agreed. "I suppose she'll have blonde hair and blue eyes because that's what Bill likes and you always copy him."
"No," Ron said incredulously. "She has to have Brown hair, brown eyes…"
"That's not a proper answer either!"
"Yes it is!" Ron said.
"No it isn't because you only said brown because you like chocolate."
"So?" Was all Ron could say to this. "I like Berty Bott's Every Flavoured Beans too and they come in all sorts off colours."
"Fine," Ginny said. "Clever or Normal?"
"Very clever,"
"Brave, so she can look after her self, or weak, so that you can always protect her?"
"Brave, so she can look after her self, but I want to protect her, too."
"Agree with you, no matter what, or be able to hold her own opinion?"
"Be able to hold her own opinion."
"So you'll bicker."
"Who said anything about bickering?" Ron said, coming out of his trance.
"You did," Ginny said plainly.
"I said nothing about bickering, you did." Ron stated.
"You said she has to hold her own opinion so there will be bickering, considering you hold your own opinion too!" Ginny said, quite rightly.
"Ok- ok, next question?" Ron prompted.
"Good sense of humour or a bit serious?"
"Well she has to have a good sense of humour but be serious enough, for the both of us because I'm not exactly ever going to be serious in my school work, am I?"
"Ok, Curly hair or straight hair?"
"What?" Ron questioned coming out of his trance, for a second time.
"Curly hair or straight hair?" Ginny repeated.
"Does it matter?" Ron asked, somewhat confusedly.
"Yes it does matter, actually- you must have a preference?"
"Not particularly- if she has straight hair she can curl it- if she has curly hair she can straighten it."
"Just answer the question and stop being difficult."
"I don't know- erm- curly!" Ron picked at random.
"Smooth or not smooth?" Ginny pressed on.
"Well, natural if that's what you mean."
"Anything else…?"
"Well, she has to be beautiful and notice me for me and for nothing else." Ron said this with a very sad, sort off note.
"So," Ginny bounced, attempting to cheer him up slightly. "You want a very clever, Brave, so she can protect herself, but be able to protect her, just as much; Hold her own opinion, you'll bicker-"
"No one said anything about bickering," Ron but in.
"We've been through this, you hold your own opinion and you want her to, too, so believe me, when I say this, you will bicker!" Ginny's voice rose.
"Ok- ok, fine- anything for a quite life."
"So, You want a very clever, Brave, so she can protect herself, but be able to protect her, just as much; Hold her own opinion, you'll bicker," Ginny said and gave Ron a glare to silence him , from interrupting her again. "Good sense of humour but be serious enough for the both of you; beautiful, brown hair, brown eyes with natural, curly hair and be able to notice you for you and for nothing else?" Ginny finished.
"That just about sums it up," Ron said cheerfully.
"Well good luck to you!" Was all Ginny could say.
"Says the girl who wants to marry Harry Potter?" Ron said pointedly at her Harry Potter rag doll.
"Hey, a girl can dream." Ginny said, close to laughter.
"Yeah, that better be all you do." Ron added. "Well, goodnight, Gin."
"Goodnight Ron." Ginny lay back down and watched her brother for a moment. "And, Ron?"
"Emm…?" Ron grunted.
"Promise me something."
"What's that?" Ron said, gently this time, as he turned to face her.
"That no matter what happens, who ever we end up with, whatever we end up doing, no matter how far away you are, that you'll always be there for me- look out for me, even- even if I don't always like it?"
"I promise," Ron said and gave her a weak yet reassuring, lop sided smile.
"Cross your heart hope to die?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die…"
"Can you tell me the Harry Potter story now?" Ginny chirped, at this Ron buried his head into his pillow and grunted.
"What- what did I say?"
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"So Ginny," Harry began, smirking slightly as everyone else laughed hysterically. "Where's that old doll that suspiciously has the same name as myself?"
Ginny, who had been hiding behind a cushion, through the duration of the film, raised her head slightly and muttered something about throwing it away.
"Oh no, Ginny dear," Mrs Weasley said, clearly thinking that Ginny still wanted her old, rag doll. "Its in your sock draw, I saw it the other day."
Everyone else just laughed harder.
"Well, Ron, So, You want a very clever, Brave, so she can protect herself, but be able to protect her, just as much; Hold her own opinion, you'll bicker, good sense of humour but be serious enough for the both of you; beautiful, brown hair, brown eyes with natural, curly hair and be able to notice you for you and for nothing else- who does that sound like?" Ginny attempted to turn the conversation around, so that she wasn't at the centre of it.
"Well at least that shows you why I'm so over protective… I promised you, so don't ever be ungrateful again!"
Chapter End
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