Note: My first ever HP fanfic :D or actually first ever fanfic I've posted here. INCLUDES DH SPOILERS! You have been warned...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them...But no. Sad, but no. The plot and places are made up by me xD
The war has finally ended. Not more than 2 weeks ago Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, had beaten Lord Voldemort and the world was once again a safe place.
But at what price. So many loved ones were lost in this war. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks and not to mention Fred. The other half of the "comic duo" Fred and George, the other half of George and an essential part of the Weasley family.
They had all taken Fred's death very hard. Mrs Weasley had cried for days, not eating, not sleeping. Mr Weasley again was so busy taking care of Molly that he didn't seem to have time to mourn. Bill and Charlie were both busy trying to help the aurors find the remaining death eaters every way the could, while Percy helped Kingsley out at the ministry. George kept his mind of Fred by work though everyone could see he wasn't the same anymore. Something had changed within him. Ginny handled the whole situation quite well. She had cried but after that she moved on and encouraged everyone else to do the same. But Ron...
Ron hadn't shown any sign of effect caused by Fred's death at all. Yes, he had cried when the body was found and after that at the memoriam held at Hogwarts too, but nothing after that. It was like he was pretending it never happened. Everyone had tried to get him to open up but with no success. Eventually everyone just gave up. He would open up when he felt ready, when he would find the right person to open up to.
About a week after the memoriam, which took place only a couple of days after the war, things started to look a bit brighter. Mrs Weasley had stopped crying and realised what a hero her son was. She put up a big painting of Fred in the dining-room with the words "A true hero" written with golden letters on the bottom. By that she showed everyone that now it was time to move on. George had also put a real size picture of Fred on the wall of their shop (though the text on it was "Co-founder"). The world looked a little brighter now. Even the sun was shining as if to show it was finally over now.
A week passed and the weather was unbearable. It was hot...too hot. No rain for days, no sign of a cool breeze, nothing. Everyone, including Harry, Hermione, the oldest Weasley brothers, Fleur and baby Ted Tonks who were staying at the Burrow, were going crazy.
Harry sat in the couch with his soaked t-shirt in his hands and a pair of Ron's old shorts on. "Ah, it's too hot...I can't take this anymore" he said ruffling his already messy hair.
Ginny, who was lying on the sofa behind Harry, put her arms around Harry's stomach and pulled him closer. "I know Harry, I know" At that Harry went silent. If there was one positive thing about this weather was that Ginny was only wearing very tight and open tank tops or similar clothing. Ron had hidden her miniskirt so she couldn't wear that anymore (that's because he saw what kind of effect it had on Harry...)
Ron sat in a corner of the living-room mumbling something that didn't sound too friendly...
The way Hermione had acted the last couple of weeks could have something to do with that too. Right now she was in her and Ginny's room "reading". What she actually was doing was avoiding Ron. And the reason for this? The kiss. That once in a lifetime, never ever to happen again thing as Hermione thought.
"Why on earth did I, Hermione Granger do something so stupid and out of the blue thing in the middle of the war? I'll tell why, because I'm stupid. STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID! I shouldn't have done that! I threw myself at him just like that...He probably wouldn't have kissed me anyway if it wouldn't have happened right there and then. He doesn't even like me in that way...Who would like someone like me? Flat, fuzzy haired mud-blood. No one. That's right, no one. No, Hermione, focus. You have a interesting book that you havn't read before in your hands. Read Hermione, read."
She and Ron hadn't actually even talked to each other much after the memoriam. Hermione had held Ron in her arms as he had cried. Usually Hermione would be the one crying but now, it was him and she had decided to stay strong no matter what. For him.
Hermione's train of thoughts was broken by a loud voice that couldn't belong to anyone else but Mrs Weasley
"Hermione, Fleur, Charlie, George, Percy...and everyone else who's up there, come down for breakfast!"
One by one everyone gathered at the table. Hermione took her usual seat next to Ron but refused to look at him. She knew he wasn't looking at her either. Sweat was running down everyone's temples. George was desperately trying to fix up some sort of spell to cool the air but couldn't think of anything cooling enough. Little baby Ted, who Fleur was holding in her lap, wouldn't stop crying. His hair turned from pink to blue to yellow to the ugliest shade of green Hermione had ever seen. Fleur desperately tried to make him calm down by cooing something in French.
The weather was really getting to everyone.
"THAT'S IT!" Mrs Weasley suddenly shouted and slammed her fists to the table. The sudden noise made Ginny jump, George loose his balance and fall down from his chair, Charlie drop his fork... hell, even Ted stopped crying.
Mr Weasley seemed very scared now, not making any sudden movements and just talked with a low voice..."Umm, dear... what's it?" he asked protecting his head with his hands.
"I've had it! I've had enough with this weather and just sitting around in the house. Everyone, cancel your plans for today, were going to Thestral lake." Mrs Weasley said smiling at everyone. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get your things ready! I'll pack some food and Arthur dear, could you fix a port-key? So much easier to travel that way."
Mr Weasley nodded in relief.
"Well GO!" she said shooing everyone. With that everyone quickly left the table and went to get their belongings.
Harry grabbed Ron by the arm "What or where is Thestral lake?"
"Oh, that's a place were you can go relax, just take it easy. We go there about once a year. You can swim there so remember to bring something you can wear for that." Ron replied with a smile.
Ron leaned closer to Harry "Let's get a move on, mum seems really eager about this." He whispered.
