Hey wizards of fanfiction! This is my first story, however, feel free to criticize me! PLEASE TELL ME SPELLING MISTAKES INSTEAD OF MAKING FUN OF ME! haha thanks.. So anyway, this is not it, but i will only continue if i like my ratings..:) so anyway Enjoy and please comment!
Hermione sat innocently on the couch with Harry, discussing how dangerous quidditch actually is. "Think about Harry, Quirrel was able to nearly throw you off your broom! You don't think there should be some more precaution on things like that? DON'T INTERRUPPT ME HARRY! Look, I understand quidditch is your favorite sport and all but I'm just saying it's not as safe as you think it is." Hermione finished her argument with a determined glare that Harry was actually reluctant to disagree. However, just as Harry was about to prove his point, Ginny cut him off.
"Oh, 'Mione, don't be such a hypocrite." When Hermione looked puzzling as a response, Ginny sighed however, gathered enough to put on a mischievous grin that resembled her elder brothers to such an extreme, Harry was terrified. "You could have told me." She finally said, "Although, doing such a dangerous thing should be illegal, I promise to be supportive, through it all." Hermione finally began to piece it slowly together and a smile also crept across her face. However Harry was still completely lost. "Er- Am I missing something?" The girls ignored him and he felt left out more then ever.
"What can I say, Gin? Danger is my middle name." Hermione said in such a seductive voice, Ginny's eyebrows slowly climbed up her forehead, however returned to there normal state once Hermione let out a snort and a giggle. "Right," Ginny said between laughs, "and my surname is Potter!" Now it was Harry's eyebrows climbed up his forehead. Ginny looked away and turned a bright shade of pink. However, when Harry began to laugh, all things returned to normal. Well as normal as this bunch can get. "When did you plan on telling me?" Ginny said, all jokes aside. "The day of, maybe after, if he and I could manage." Hermione said with a smirk.
Ginny reached for a pillow and threw at Hermione as she giggled "I'm being serious! How am I supposed to believe this is actually going to happen when both you keep acting like it's nothing! Blimey, Hermione!" Hermione pulled herself together and stared Ginny in the eye, and with the most serious face she could muster, she said "Alright, alright! It's true, your brother and I are engaged." Ginny shrieked like it was her own engagement, however Harry was still lost. 'Engaged?' Harry thought, 'Hermione and Ron? Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't HE tell me?' Harry doubtfully returned to the conversation.
"Ok, ok Gin! I promise to tell you everything if you stop harassing me!" Hermione said as she caught one pillow after another. Ginny stopped and sat herself on the couch, facing Hermione. She smiled and let out a small giggle before asking "When, where, and WHY did you shag him?" She added, "Was he good at-don't answer that." She quickly added before she could finish. She then took a deep breath and prepared for Hermione's answer. However, she was the only one, because Harry quickly declared "I'm out." And ran to Ron's room for some answers.
As Harry entered Ron's room, ready to plead for answers, he noticed that he actually wasn't sure if he wanted to know so much, unlike Ginny down stairs. Ron jumped a little, which Harry couldn't blame him. Harry came up here like a mad man, and then nearly knocked down the door when he reached it. "Bloody hell, Harry! What's so important that you need to act like death eaters invading my house?" Harry stuttered as he slowly gathered the words, "Uh, nothing, just uh, anything new going on? You know, that you might want to tell me about?" Harry said, trying to sound casual. Ron thought for a moment but then shook his head. Harry nodded. He didn't want to force it out of him but if Ron left him no choice…..
"You can trust me, you know, with anything." Ron looked at Harry quizzically, "Are you sure it's me who needs this questioning?" He chuckled and continued to stare at Harry. Just then, Fred and George were passing Ron's room, on the way to the kitchen, Harry guessed. "My own brother! One of my own! One who shares my blood! How am I supposed to trust my brother again? An important thing like this shouldn't be kept as a secret! It should be spread, like rumors at Hogwarts!" George yelled. The twins stop for a moment. "So, spread it to the whole world?" Fred retorted. There was a pause until "Well, uh- I guess- I mean. He should at least tell his brother, ok?" Fred sighed, "Oh give it a rest, Feorge!" As the footsteps continued to descend down the stairs, George mumbled something that Harry was unable to understand.
When Harry faced Ron again, he looked just as confused as Harry did. "What do you reckon it is?" Ron said, he sounded honestly sincere. It was then that Harry was speaking to the wrong Weasley brother.