The Allure of Ronald Weasley: Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I am not J K Rowling. However much I wish I was, or however much I wish I had her money, alas, I am not. So please don't sue me, I'm a college girl with no money!
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice! I would love reviews, so I know if there is any interest out there for my story or not. I've also rated it M to be safe, for later chapters. This story has some R/Hr but also R/H for later chapters, so if you don't like slash, don't read! Without further ado… I'd like to present:
Chapter 1: Happily Reunited
The plan was set. Hermione was to come to the Burrow today because she didn't want to spend the next two weeks looking for arrowheads in Nevada with her Muggle parents, whatever arrowheads were. Harry was being forced to stay at his Aunt and Uncle's house another week, on Dumbledore's orders.
Ron didn't really understand why, but he figured that Dumbledore probably knew what he was doing. What he wasn't looking forward to was a whole week with just Hermione. Yeah, she was one of his best friends, but she wasn't quite the same as having Harry around.
Ron was upstairs; tidying up his room, because Mrs. Weasley had a fit when she saw what condition it was in. Ron was the only one occupying it, so of course it was in a right state.
In fact, he was the only one in the house lately. Bill and Charlie were both out of the country, training Aurors in Italy. Fred and George were living above their joke shop in Diagon alley, and Ginny was spending the summer holidays with a friend in her year. His dad seemed to always be at work, and his mother was usually out as well, running errands or helping out Dad at the Ministry.
Actually, Ron felt quite lonely most of the time, and he resorted to sitting around the house or watching the gnomes fight in the yard over who gets what flowerbed. He didn't do anything productive, let alone clean his room.
"Ronald Weasley!" Mrs. Weasely's voice boomed up the stairs. "Your room had better be clean before you can say 'Quidditch,' because Hermione will be arriving soon and I don't want her to think I'm not raising you fit!"
Ron mumbled. Hermione already knew he was a slob, so who cares? Sometimes his lack of effort'd annoy her, but she would forget about it and clean up after him in the end. Ron smiled, thinking about how Hermione always gave in and seemed to fix everything.
Ron must've mused for a while and forgot what he was doing, because it seemed only moments later when Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. "Honestly, Ronald! For the third time! Are you going to come and greet our guest or not?"
Ron jumped with a start and leapt over a pile of rubbish and reached the top of the stairs. Had he been daydreaming or something? Yeah, must have. He saw his mother greeting Hermione by the fireplace.
She must've traveled by floo, thought Ron, as he descended the steps. He was right, because when Hermione turned around, her face was covered in soot. Not that she looked bad or anything. She had a white collared shirt on, and a short, jean skirt that had gone somewhat askew while traveling.
Wow, he thought, she has nice legs…
"Oh Ron! I've missed you so much!" cried Hermione, as she ran up to him and gave him a huge hug. This caught Ron quite off guard, because he had been lost in thought. He almost lost his balance, but hugged her all the same. She felt warm, and her curly, brown hair smelled faintly of peppermint and lavender.
They embraced for a few seconds, until he could hear Hermione's muffled voice in his shoulder. "Um, Ron, you can let me go now," she giggled.
"Oh, right," breathed Ron, as he quickly pushed away, ears turning red.
I've hugged her a million times, why did I just forget where I was? Thought Ron. I must be tired or something.
"I'm going to go upstairs, I think I'm getting a little lightheaded," said Ron quickly, as he made for the stairs.
"Don't be silly Ronald, you look fine to me," stated Mrs. Weasley. "Help Hermione take her things up to Ginny's room."
Ron sighed as he grabbed for two of Hermione's suitcases. They were as heavy as bricks! Why did girls need to pack so much?
"I'm sorry to leave on such short notice," began Mrs. Weasley, "but Arthur has just owled and he needs help at the Ministry. We should be back late tonight," she sighed. As an afterthought, she added, "there's some left-over meatloaf in the stove for later, help yourselves." Molly Weasley looked very tired, yet managed to smile and kiss both Ron and Hermione on the cheek before disapparating.
Hermione smiled. "I'm so glad to get out of that dumb trip my parents were going to drag me on," she started. "I'd rather not spend every day in the hot sun digging in the dirt, thank-you-very-much. Besides, I have tons of reading to catch up on, how could I possibly get it done there?"
She said this all very fast. Ron didn't quite catch everything, so he just nodded.
"Well, if you're looking for any kind of excitement, you won't find it here. I'm usually the only one home," said Ron. "Maybe by the end of the summer you'll be wishing you were out actually doing something."
"Don't be silly, Ron. I love spending time with you." Ron's ears went red, and mumbled something under his breath that was inaudible.
Hermione shrugged and began to go up the stairs with her other suitcase, while Ron followed closely behind. "I'm sure we'll find something to do in this house," she presented.
"Yeah, maybe. You know, you'd better take a shower, your clothes and face are all covered in soot." Said Ron, as they reached Ginny's room, where Hermione would be sleeping. She put down her luggage.
"Really? I thought it added to the look!" she grinned, as she struck a pose. Ron smiled, as his eyes unconsciously traveled to her legs.
What am I doing? He screamed in his head as he looked back up at her expectant face. Did I just check her out? No… maybe I just need to lie down.
"Well, I think I am going to take a shower," began Hermione.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go in my room and lie down or something." Interrupted Ron, as he quickly left and went up some more stairs to his room. He plopped down on his bed and looked up to the ceiling.
This is going to be a long week, he thought.