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Well here it is my second story. This takes place right after the end of fourth year. It is of the secret love between Ron and Hermione that J.K Rowling "forgot" to tell us. Please R&R! I will be updating this frequently and as soon as I get a few more reviews on Does live really conquer love? I'll update that as well. Thanks for reading and enjoy.
Droplets of Hope
Chapter 1 Summer Woes
Ron was in utter disbelief, his face had slackened and his eyes were blank, thoughts were streaming through his brain at an alarming rate. He didn't even realize that his feet had been moving at all until his mother said, "Here we are dears, let me just get the floo powder out and we can be home. I know what we really need right now is a lot of rest and some time to get our thoughts together. This has been quite an eventful week."
Ron took a pinch of the glittery powder and through it into the small fireplace. All most at once bright green flames engulfed his tall, lean form and he zoomed away towards The Burrow.
His feet collided hard with the stone kitchen floor and as he breathed in the familiar scent of home he momentarily forgot his woes. But soon they came flooding back to him and questions overflowed his mind, he felt he just might explode.
How could she do that? Did she like him? What did it all mean? Why would she want to, I mean Harry was his best mate and all but to kiss him? Why? The moment played before him in slow motion.
"See you, Harry," Ron had said while clapping him on the back.
"Bye, Harry!" said Hermione and she had stood on tip toe and KISSED him, right on the cheek!
Not that Ron cared or liked Hermione in any way, just that he wondered what Krum would think. Yeah, that was it; he had Krum's best interest in mind, that was all.
Just then Ron was sent crashing to the floor as Fred collided into him, shortly followed by George who fell right on top of them all, knocking the wind out of him.
"Watcha doing standing there like on idiot!" hollered Fred.
"You still haven't learned to move out of the way after using floo powder?" said George.
They all stood up and brushed themselves off, moving out of the way. Ron didn't say anything; his ears didn't even tinge the slightest bit of pink. He staggered away up the stairs towards his room.
"What's gotten in to him," muttered George.
"I haven't the faintest clue," replied Fred.
"You do realize we're going to have to buy him dress robes out of the kindness of our hearts," said George disgust evident in his voice.
They made their way up the crooked stairs as well, eager to get to their room so they could start making plans for all the gold given to them by Harry. The next week went by rather quickly; Mr. and Ms. Weasley were gone most of the time working on something called the Order of the Phoenix. Ron was still angry about Hermione's little show of affection towards Harry but he was sure there was a reasonable explanation.
Friday afternoon rolled along and the Weasley's had some interesting news. They called for a family meeting. Ron lumbered down and was surprised to see Fred and George had also been summoned from their room. Ron had hardly seen them since term ended and had no doubt that they were hard at work creating new things for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Molly spoke, "Sunday evening we will be leaving to stay in a new home for the rest of the summer, we can't say much now but we will explain everything to you once we're there."
"So pack up your things and memorize this piece of paper," Arthur instructed.
A small piece of paper was passed around the room and Ron read: Number 12 Grimwald Place.
"Num..."
"Shh Ron, we already told you we will explain later!"
"Want to go play some Quidditch Ron?" asked one of the twins.
"Why not," he replied.
They stretched and made their way outside.
Hours later Ron was getting ready for bed when Ginny and the twins burst through the door. Instantly the siblings broke into hysterical laughter.
"Wha – wh – what..." stammered George.
"...are those?" finished Fred.
Ginny just nodded her head trying desperately not to topple over with laughter.
Ron blushed furiously and it was easy to see what everyone was laughing at. He was wearing a pair of fleecy pink pajamas with snitches flying around all over them and there was at least six feet of bare ankle showing.
"They were maroon before but Mum wrecked them in the wash," muttered Ron his face still flaming red.
"I got rid of my snitch pajamas when I was about five," said George.
"Yeah, how old are you now Ron, three?" said Fred.
"I believe he's fifteen actually," replied Ginny with a snigger.
"Really, never would have guessed," said Fred.
Ron wrapped his maroon robe around himself and asked darkly, "What do you want any ways?"
"Well we've just made a new creation haven't we little bro" said George holding up four pairs of what looked like flesh colored strings.
"What are they," said Ron.
"Well why don't we show you," replied Fred.
The four siblings carefully made their way down the creaking steps until Ginny suddenly stopped them hearing angry voices coming from the kitchen.
George handed everyone one of the flesh colored strings and put one end in his ear. The others followed quietly; suddenly the strings began to wiggle towards the kitchen. Ron could hear his mother's voice as if she were standing right beside him.
What were the Weasley's yelling about? Did Hermione's kiss mean anything? Stay tuned to find out more. Thanks so much for reading and don't forget to review!
Well here it is my second story. This takes place right after the end of fourth year. It is of the secret love between Ron and Hermione that J.K Rowling "forgot" to tell us. Please R&R! I will be updating this frequently and as soon as I get a few more reviews on Does live really conquer love? I'll update that as well. Thanks for reading and enjoy.
Droplets of Hope
Chapter 1 Summer Woes
Ron was in utter disbelief, his face had slackened and his eyes were blank, thoughts were streaming through his brain at an alarming rate. He didn't even realize that his feet had been moving at all until his mother said, "Here we are dears, let me just get the floo powder out and we can be home. I know what we really need right now is a lot of rest and some time to get our thoughts together. This has been quite an eventful week."
Ron took a pinch of the glittery powder and through it into the small fireplace. All most at once bright green flames engulfed his tall, lean form and he zoomed away towards The Burrow.
His feet collided hard with the stone kitchen floor and as he breathed in the familiar scent of home he momentarily forgot his woes. But soon they came flooding back to him and questions overflowed his mind, he felt he just might explode.
How could she do that? Did she like him? What did it all mean? Why would she want to, I mean Harry was his best mate and all but to kiss him? Why? The moment played before him in slow motion.
"See you, Harry," Ron had said while clapping him on the back.
"Bye, Harry!" said Hermione and she had stood on tip toe and KISSED him, right on the cheek!
Not that Ron cared or liked Hermione in any way, just that he wondered what Krum would think. Yeah, that was it; he had Krum's best interest in mind, that was all.
Just then Ron was sent crashing to the floor as Fred collided into him, shortly followed by George who fell right on top of them all, knocking the wind out of him.
"Watcha doing standing there like on idiot!" hollered Fred.
"You still haven't learned to move out of the way after using floo powder?" said George.
They all stood up and brushed themselves off, moving out of the way. Ron didn't say anything; his ears didn't even tinge the slightest bit of pink. He staggered away up the stairs towards his room.
"What's gotten in to him," muttered George.
"I haven't the faintest clue," replied Fred.
"You do realize we're going to have to buy him dress robes out of the kindness of our hearts," said George disgust evident in his voice.
They made their way up the crooked stairs as well, eager to get to their room so they could start making plans for all the gold given to them by Harry. The next week went by rather quickly; Mr. and Ms. Weasley were gone most of the time working on something called the Order of the Phoenix. Ron was still angry about Hermione's little show of affection towards Harry but he was sure there was a reasonable explanation.
Friday afternoon rolled along and the Weasley's had some interesting news. They called for a family meeting. Ron lumbered down and was surprised to see Fred and George had also been summoned from their room. Ron had hardly seen them since term ended and had no doubt that they were hard at work creating new things for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Molly spoke, "Sunday evening we will be leaving to stay in a new home for the rest of the summer, we can't say much now but we will explain everything to you once we're there."
"So pack up your things and memorize this piece of paper," Arthur instructed.
A small piece of paper was passed around the room and Ron read: Number 12 Grimwald Place.
"Num..."
"Shh Ron, we already told you we will explain later!"
"Want to go play some Quidditch Ron?" asked one of the twins.
"Why not," he replied.
They stretched and made their way outside.
Hours later Ron was getting ready for bed when Ginny and the twins burst through the door. Instantly the siblings broke into hysterical laughter.
"Wha – wh – what..." stammered George.
"...are those?" finished Fred.
Ginny just nodded her head trying desperately not to topple over with laughter.
Ron blushed furiously and it was easy to see what everyone was laughing at. He was wearing a pair of fleecy pink pajamas with snitches flying around all over them and there was at least six feet of bare ankle showing.
"They were maroon before but Mum wrecked them in the wash," muttered Ron his face still flaming red.
"I got rid of my snitch pajamas when I was about five," said George.
"Yeah, how old are you now Ron, three?" said Fred.
"I believe he's fifteen actually," replied Ginny with a snigger.
"Really, never would have guessed," said Fred.
Ron wrapped his maroon robe around himself and asked darkly, "What do you want any ways?"
"Well we've just made a new creation haven't we little bro" said George holding up four pairs of what looked like flesh colored strings.
"What are they," said Ron.
"Well why don't we show you," replied Fred.
The four siblings carefully made their way down the creaking steps until Ginny suddenly stopped them hearing angry voices coming from the kitchen.
George handed everyone one of the flesh colored strings and put one end in his ear. The others followed quietly; suddenly the strings began to wiggle towards the kitchen. Ron could hear his mother's voice as if she were standing right beside him.
What were the Weasley's yelling about? Did Hermione's kiss mean anything? Stay tuned to find out more. Thanks so much for reading and don't forget to review!