Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that has to deal with it.
I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
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Ron and Harry were sitting outside Number 4, Private Drive. Harry was sitting on his trunk, Hedwig was pecking annoyingly on her cage, and Ron was inspecting his nails. Finally Ron sighed, "I wonder where in the bloody." But before he could finish his sentence, a silver Mercedes Benz ML320 pulled up alongside them. A young woman was driving. George was barely visible from the passenger seat; he waved at Harry and Ron. George turned off the radio and got out of the vehicle.
"Hey bro, Hiya Harry" George greeted as he helped Harry pick up his trunk.
"Hi George." Both greeted in unison.
Ron picked up Hedwig, and the three of them loaded everything into the back of the vehicle. George got back into the passenger side, and Harry and Ron hoped into the back seat. Ron had a confused look on his face, as did Harry.
"Uh, George, is this your car?" Ron asked a large note of confusion in his voice.
"Oh, no it's Amy's." George replied, not even thinking about the fact that Ron and Harry didn't know Amy.
"Amy?" The duo asked.
"Yea, me." The young woman said as she turned to look at them and then quickly put her blue eyes back on the road.
"Yea, you meet a lot of great people through the joke shop business." George said smiling at Amy. Amy smiled back.
George hadn't been home to the Burrow for quite some time. He and Fred had been staying at the upstairs apartment of their joke shop. Neither Ron nor Harry had ever guessed he'd return with a girl. Harry noticed there were lots off other luggage scattered throughout the car.
"Are you two just going home?" Harry asked.
"Yea", Amy answered, "Fred and Angelina are watching over the joke shop. Told us we should take a break"
"Fred and Angelina?" Ron asked.
"Yea" George replied.
"Geez you guys never tell us anything! Do mum and dad know?" Ron questioned, becoming slightly enraged.
"Well, no, not yet. I was afraid they wouldn't like her." George replied staring absent-mindedly out the window, "Can't we please fly next time?"
"No George, I've found this muggle driving, quite enjoyable." Amy answered passing up several cars.
"Why wouldn't Mum and Dad like her?" Ron asked, he had so many questions.
"Yeah, what's not to like? She seems pretty nice." Harry stated.
Amy smiled and sped up to pass an older guy in a pick-up truck.
George bit his lip then started to laugh.
"What?" Amy asked.
"I wonder if Fred is feeling the side effects of that ton tongue powder I put in his cereal this morning." He laughed some more.
"You're terrible." Amy said speeding up and almost rear ending a guy in an Audi.
George gave Amy one of those; 'You expect me to be good' looks.
"Are you going to answer us?" Ron asked getting annoyed.
"Yea, what was the question Ronnikins?" George said slamming on pretend breaks to actually make Amy rear-end the guy in the Audi. Amy cringed.
As she passed the Audi guy he flicked the lot of them off and then took off down the road.
"Why wouldn't mum and dad like her?" Ron said with a very annoyed tone in his voice.
"Well, for one thing, she's uh..er a.Malfoy."
"Well, for one thing, she's a.Malfoy"
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Ron and Harry were sitting outside Number 4, Private Drive. Harry was sitting on his trunk, Hedwig was pecking annoyingly on her cage, and Ron was inspecting his nails. Finally Ron sighed, "I wonder where in the bloody." But before he could finish his sentence, a silver Mercedes Benz ML320 pulled up alongside them. A young woman was driving. George was barely visible from the passenger seat; he waved at Harry and Ron. George turned off the radio and got out of the vehicle.
"Hey bro, Hiya Harry" George greeted as he helped Harry pick up his trunk.
"Hi George." Both greeted in unison.
Ron picked up Hedwig, and the three of them loaded everything into the back of the vehicle. George got back into the passenger side, and Harry and Ron hoped into the back seat. Ron had a confused look on his face, as did Harry.
"Uh, George, is this your car?" Ron asked a large note of confusion in his voice.
"Oh, no it's Amy's." George replied, not even thinking about the fact that Ron and Harry didn't know Amy.
"Amy?" The duo asked.
"Yea, me." The young woman said as she turned to look at them and then quickly put her blue eyes back on the road.
"Yea, you meet a lot of great people through the joke shop business." George said smiling at Amy. Amy smiled back.
George hadn't been home to the Burrow for quite some time. He and Fred had been staying at the upstairs apartment of their joke shop. Neither Ron nor Harry had ever guessed he'd return with a girl. Harry noticed there were lots off other luggage scattered throughout the car.
"Are you two just going home?" Harry asked.
"Yea", Amy answered, "Fred and Angelina are watching over the joke shop. Told us we should take a break"
"Fred and Angelina?" Ron asked.
"Yea" George replied.
"Geez you guys never tell us anything! Do mum and dad know?" Ron questioned, becoming slightly enraged.
"Well, no, not yet. I was afraid they wouldn't like her." George replied staring absent-mindedly out the window, "Can't we please fly next time?"
"No George, I've found this muggle driving, quite enjoyable." Amy answered passing up several cars.
"Why wouldn't Mum and Dad like her?" Ron asked, he had so many questions.
"Yeah, what's not to like? She seems pretty nice." Harry stated.
Amy smiled and sped up to pass an older guy in a pick-up truck.
George bit his lip then started to laugh.
"What?" Amy asked.
"I wonder if Fred is feeling the side effects of that ton tongue powder I put in his cereal this morning." He laughed some more.
"You're terrible." Amy said speeding up and almost rear ending a guy in an Audi.
George gave Amy one of those; 'You expect me to be good' looks.
"Are you going to answer us?" Ron asked getting annoyed.
"Yea, what was the question Ronnikins?" George said slamming on pretend breaks to actually make Amy rear-end the guy in the Audi. Amy cringed.
As she passed the Audi guy he flicked the lot of them off and then took off down the road.
"Why wouldn't mum and dad like her?" Ron said with a very annoyed tone in his voice.
"Well, for one thing, she's uh..er a.Malfoy."
"Well, for one thing, she's a.Malfoy"