Okay I didn't get a lot of reviews, but the one's I got, I liked.
Plus I didn't have it up for that long anyways. Maybe two hours or so.
But anyways, here we go with it.
It'll get better, I swear. So. Just try to seem interested. :)
Also, I apologize for any mistakes. I'm listening to music at the same time, and I tend to get into the music and sing aloud which is really hard to do while typing... I'll try my hardest not to do so. But I am not making any promises.
Disclaimer: I own Rupert. We're married. He is my husband. :)
It'd been exactly two weeks since Ronald Weasley had been running along the corridors of Hogwarts, rushing to classes with Harry Potter, staying up late trying to finish his homework with Hermione Granger, and tiptoeing around Professor Snape. Of course he missed Hogwarts, but he was also in a way relieved to be back home. Just so he could gain all his energy back that he had most definitely lost.
Ron had spent the last two week's trying to do absolutely nothing. He would try to sleep in as long as possible, ignoring his name being called every few minutes, knowing he was just going to be ordered to de-gnome the yard. And he was not up for that. It was summer, he didn't feel like doing any work. Though.. he never felt like doing work.. ever. But he'd just use that as an excuse. Sounded better than anything else he could muster.
As he turned slowly in his bed, his eyelids glew a bright red into his eyes. He could feel the sun shining on his face through his window. He slammed his hand along the windowsill, trying his hardest to find the plastic thread that he could twist to shut the shades. But it was no such luck. He slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the sudden blinding that had overcome him and grabbing the plastic thread and twisting it quickly, darkness covering his room once again. But now, he didn't feel like sleeping. He felt like getting up. Which was a first in the last two weeks. He groaned slightly as he stretched in the bed, tossing off the covers as he did so. He grabbed his t-shirt off the nightstand and placed it back over his head, lazily placing his arm through each armhole as he walked out of the room, traveling down each flight of stairs.
When he waltzed into the kitchen, he found his mother with a grin plastered on her face. She was obviously surprised. It was only twelve and Ronald Weasley had gotten out of bed. He wasn't even asked.
"Ron. Nice to see you up while the sun is still shining. I imagine it is because you have a lot to do today. Your room is cleaned right? It better be clean. You know how I feel about guests coming and your room being a mess." She reminded him as she scraped off some old leftovers into the trash, then placing the plates in the sink, flicking her wand and muttering to herself then watching as the plates started washing themselves. She glanced back over at Ron and noticed a confused look across her face. "Ronald Weasley. Do tell me that you didn't forget your friends were heading over today to spend the rest of the summer here..." She scolded him slowly, noticing as his face completely changed.
"Mom, I tota-" But he was cut off.
"I have been telling you this for the last two weeks! Maybe if you started getting out of bed at a decent time you would know what else is going on in the world!" She walked a few steps closer to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Now, you're going to march upstairs, and you're going to clean that room that I KNOW is not cleaned. You wouldn't want your friends to see that you're-"
"A git." Ginny muttered as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge door as she started rummaging through the fruits, looking for one that attracted her senses at the moment. Failing, she shut the door, looking back over. "I told you a couple days ago they were coming over. Remember? I came into your room, and I told you. And your reply was, 'Blimey Ginny, I know. Now get away before I hex the bloody hell out of you.'" Her voice traveling to a low sounding grunt as she imitated Ron. Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ron as she raised her eyebrows.
"You better not be talking like that to your little sister Ronald."
"I didn't, I swear, I, I uh... I gotta go pick up my room." He quickly let his mom's hands drop off his shoulders, sending his sister an evil glare before he made his way back upstairs, to the top floor, his bright orange room surrounding him once again.
Only one thought entered his mind.
I should have stayed in bed.
After pushing things into his closet for what seemed like an hour, and piling useless things under his bed, he finally traveled into the bathroom to take a shower. He honestly hadn't remembered once, being reminded that his friends were coming. But they couldn't be lying to him. He was certain they weren't coming for another week. Or was that a week ago? Well. Obviously it was.
As he walked into his room, fully dressed with new clothes, his red hair slowly drying as he placed his dirty clothes in his newly emptied hamper, knowing his mom must have accio'ed his dirty clothes, seeing as how the hamper had been overpowered with dirty clothes just before he took his shower.
He walked over, grabbing some socks off the floor which he knew must have been dirty, but by the looks of it, they weren't. So they were good enough for him. He pulled them on over his feet, then followed by his shoes. And just in time too, because as soon as he did so, he heard a loud clap. He knew it must have been someone who had traveled by floopowder, appearing in the fireplace. He quickly ran down the stairs, overexcited knowing one of his friends were now in his house. He'd missed them. That's why he had been so bored, and sleeping his life away. When he entered the living room, he was met with his best friend.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, his excitement showing as he met his friend with a hug. It was brotherly. He always felt like Harry was his brother, even if he had enough brothers to last him a lifetime, and he was clearly not redheaded.
"Ron." Harry laughed, hugging him back before stepping back. "I heard from your mom that you didn't even remember that we were coming. I'm not surprised that you are excited." Harry was used to Ron forgetting things, so it wasn't as if it hurt him. It never would. "Hermione here yet?"
"Does... it look like she's here yet?" Ron answered, looking around and then back at him. It was quite a stupid question. If she had been there already, she would have already greeted Harry. For the boy who lived, he could ask some stupid questions. Or at least that's what Ron thought.
"Don't be so rude, Ronald. I'll levitate Harry's bags up to your room, and you two wait in here for Hermione. She said she'd be a tad bit late, but that she would come around the same time. So I don't want you two wandering off to play Quidditch."
"We won't, mum." Ron replied, ushering her up the stairs with Harry's bags before turning back around and sitting in one of the chairs next to Harry. "So, how have the muggles been treatin' ya?" He asked, knowing it wasn't going to be any better than usual.
"Oh, you know. The usual, ignoring my existence until it was time to leave. Then they gave their usual fight, Petunia clearly mad at the thought of me traveling by floopowder. She just cleaned the fireplace the other day. That woman is mad, I swear it." He shook his head as he sat down beside Ron. "But how've you been?"
"Well... Good. I've been sleeping mostly, a little Quidditch with Ginny here and there, but other than that, sleeping. And eating, of course." He smirked, eyeing Harry as he laughed. There was no surprise for either of them. And Ron knew Harry was about to make a joke until another clap surrounded the house. He looked over towards the fire place and watched as a few books, followed by luggage, flew out of the fireplace, then as the smoke cleared, they watched as Hermione straightened out her shirt and wiped off the ashes, a dark line of ash spread across her cheek as she muttered a few curse words. She slowly walked out of the fireplace as she looked around the living room, her eyes slowly forming across Ron and Harry sitting in the chairs, her lips immediately curving into a smile.
"RON! HARRY!" She exclaimed, running over to Harry first, engulfing him in a hug. Ron couldn't help but scratch at his head awkwardly. For some reason that bothered him, but he truly didn't know as to why. He watched as she headed over to him, he stood up, watching her struggle to place her arms around his neck. He was much too tall for her, but he wrapped his arms around her waist all the same. Their hug seemed to last longer than needed. "I missed you." She muttered, Ron smiled slightly as he muttered it back. He assumed she must have said that to Harry too... Right?
As they backed away, he laughed slightly, his thumb trying it's best to wipe the ashes from her cheek. "You alright?"
"I'm quite alright. Just a rough journey. But it usually is. Sorry I'm so late."
Ron and Harry exchanged skeptical looks, late? She was maybe 2 minutes late. That was even considered late.
"It's no problem. Harry's only been here for a few hours." Ron assured her, patting her shoulder as he held back a grin. Harry nodded with a yawn.
"We've been waiting forever."
"Oh no. Really? I thought we agreed that we would come around 2. Didn't we agree to that? Didn't we? Didn't we say we'd come at too? Oh my. I was sure that we did. I was sure I wrote it down right. Was it really 12? Maybe I didn't see the 1 in front of the 2. Stupid mistake really." Ron silenced her by trapping his hand over her mouth.
"Easy, 'Mione. We're joking with you..." He knew it wouldn't be followed by a nice remark.
"Oh, real nice boys. I've been here for about 3 minutes only. And you are already complete and utter gits." She grabbed one of her suitcases and muttered quiet words, that Ron thought would of course be hurtful if spoken out loud, and stomped up the stairs.
"Wow. Already in a row." Harry exclaimed shaking his head.
"This'll be a long summer." Ron muttered, running his hand slightly through his hair as he looked over at Harry. He knew Hermione would come downstairs looking for them in a few. She always did. "Quidditch?"
"Quidditch." Harry replied, knowing as well as he did that she'd cool off. And with that they exited the livingroom, into the kitchen, and outside.
I know it's like a horrible place to end. But, I'm ending it here. :)
Review please, so I know someones interested and that I should continue.