Note: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Dark, black, smoky clouds drifted over the sky blocking out all of the beautiful sunlight. Rain poured from then as if someone spilt a bucket over and over again. Lightning lit up the black sky with nice, long strikes of light. After every flash, a roar of thunder blasted loud with a crackling clap. The entire summer had only been rain. Rain, rain, rain. Fifteen-year-old Hugo was starting to hate the town of London, England. If it wasn't enough that he had a crappy house on a small farm in the middle of no where and a family that he was pretty sure hated his guts, raining had to be big on the climate of London. If it wasn't raining than it was cloudy and misty. It was hardly ever just sunny. Maybe that effected his mood and was a reason why he was not as outgoing, or happy as his family members. Maybe it had no impact on the fifteen-year-old. Who knew actually what made him feel so different than the rest. There were so many different reasons that could conclude why he was so... Hugo.
The family of four calmly sat at their dining room table with plates of hot, delicious, mouth watering food in front of them. One thing Ron Weasley could truthfully say about his semi-beautiful wife, Hermione was that she got a hell of a lot better at cooking than their seventh year of life. He wasn't complaining about that either. If he had food made for him then he was happy. That might be a concluding factor in why he was getting a small stomach on him covering up his six pack of abs. (and the six pack that was all digested or was working on being so..) He grinned at his family as his oldest child and his only daughter, Rose Jean Weasley told a tale of her was an exact replica of Hermione, except she was ten times hotter, but with red hair and an explosion of freckles on her body that were working for her. Her body had the perfect curves in it. She was built small, but muscular. He had never been so proud of someone in his life. The only downer of his prefect daughter was that she was not a Gryffindor. She was a Ravenclaw, which was the second best House in Hogwarts of Witch Craft and Wizardry. He still remembered how proud she was when she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She was so amazed that she was in the smart House. Ron didn't doubt her one bit. She had her mother's cleverness and might even be smarter than Hermione, surprisingly enough. She was so thrilled that she was in a separate house than the rest. It was only her and Molly II in Ravenclaw the rest were in Gryffindor... well the important ones were. Slytherin scums don't matter, even if it was his own son.
Don't get him wrong though, he does love his son, but just not as much as Rose. He had everything planned out since he heard Hermione was pregnant and it was going to be a boy. He would have red hair like hair own. It was the Weasley signature. His eyes would be of the bright blue color as well. He would be covered in freckles just like Ron. In fact, he would be a splitting image of Ron. He'd weigh about ten pounds like Ron did at birth. (Yes, Ron was a big baby.) As he grew up, he would become a great Quidditch player. In his first year, he would make Keeper or at least tried. Ron would be so proud of him either way. And of course, he would end up a brave Gryffindor and get the best grades of his class. That was going to be his son, yes. Ron could see it in his mind. The vision was so clear. That was ruined though when his sane was born.
Five weeks before he was due, Hugo decided to come. Well, he hadn't decided, but thanks to the stress that Hermione had with juggling work, taking care of Rose, and making sure Ron was happy, he kind of came. The tried to drug Hermione up to stall Hugo's birth as long as possible, but it only lasted for a day. Three thirty-six in the afternoon, Hugo Weasley came weighing about four pounds (three pounds and 7 ounces.) and with one lung hardly working. His heartbeat was barely beating, the baby was fighting for his life. Despite the bad delivery, Hugo was a cute baby. He had brown, messy fuzz for hair and dark, brown chocolate eyes. He took after Hermione. He had rather large ears like Ron though. The father's dreams were crushed. He just stared in shock. This was not how it was supposed to be like. Neither Hermione nor Ron was able to hold Hugo until he was three days old and his lung was repaired. Hermione held him first. She cradled him in her arms motherly. He looked at peace in her arms. She loved him and held him gently. She finally had her son. She handed him over to Ron and he just stared curiously at his father. Ron was upset but still loved him. He could still be a Keeper and Gryffindor, right? The future had it rough for that baby boy.
Ron glanced over at Hugo. His food hadn't been touched. They had been at the table for a half in hour now. Rose was done, Ron was on his third plate, and Hermione was still on her first. Hugo hadn't touched any of his. He just pushed his food around on his plate mixing them together. Somehow after two days of not eating, he still wasn't hungry. Every time he tried to eat he received a nasty stomachache. Hugo looked up and caught Ron's eye. They stared at each other for a moment, but it ended soon when Ron looked away from him and directed his attention to Rose again. Hugo prompted his head up with his hand. His elbow rested on the wooden table. Can Rose just not shut up? He thought to himself. She just went on and on and on. She somehow went from things she needed for her seventh year to how Lorcan Scamander was Quidditch captain for Ravenclaw and had told her she had a spot as Chaser all ready.
Hermione smiled at her daughter and said, "I think there is more to this story than Quidditch, Rosie."
Rose blushed and shook her head. "No, no. I'm pretty sure its all about the Quidditch."
If only they knew what was in her diary like Hugo did. Then they'd really be freaking out. She snogged Lysander and Lorcan and Gavin in one week. Rose wasn't as innocent as she put off. She was rather a... how to say this nicely... a whore. Hugo snickered to himself as Hermione questioned Rose. He could see Ron's temper raising rapidly. This was just too good.
"Rose don't be ashamed or embarrassed, dear. You are allowed to like boys." Hermione said softly.
Ron's eyes widened. "W-What..?"
Rose's eyes widened. Hugo could tell she was completely embarrassed. Being a little brother Hugo just couldn't stay quiet in this wonderful opportunity to get Rose into trouble.
"Mum, you didn't know? Rose doesn't like boys..." Hugo paused to look at his parents' reactions. Ron had cooled off a bit. "She only likes men. Especially, the ones like Dax Colton. You know the one who has laid like every girl in the school. Rose is totally out of boys' league. She wants more out of them. She even prefers girls over those stupid Hogwarts boys." Hugo nodded.
Ron punched the table and Hermione put her head in her hands. He knew for a fact that Ron and Hermione both knew who Dax was. Mainly because, his Dad had arrested him for underage drinking two years ago, as funny as that seems. If only their Dad knew that a week before he had actually been Rose's first. Ah, he might add that later on in the dinner, if he felt like it. Rose slide down in her chair, begging to disappear. She kicked hard at Hugo's shin but missed and hit Ron's. He let out a loud shriek of pain and glared at his two children
"What the hell?" He hollered as he stood up. You!" He pointed at Hugo. "You're on house lock down. Don't lie about your sister like that! You'll give her a bad image!" He rubbed his shin a few times before adding, "Now clean up the bloody dishes!"
Hugo's jaw dropped. Did this really get pinned on him. Life hated him. He shook his head and looked at his mother. Hermione gave him a Your sister is hopeless look. She wasn't stupid, Thank God, but she did sort of gave up on trying to keep Rose from sleeping around. The only ting she could really do was to make sure Rose was protected. Ron, however, thought Rose was a little Princess still.
"Thank you Daddy for punishing Hugo. He was very mean to me." Rose pouted. She batted her long, dark eyelashes a couple of times. "I'm going to go upstairs now and write a very sad entry in my diary. That hurt me a lot to think my own brother thought that about me.." She whimpered.
Hermione and Hugo both rolled their eyes at this. Ron gave Rose a hug though and replied, "Go ahead Rosie, and don't worry dear, that wasn't all of his punishment." Rose skipped out of the room merrily knowing she had just got Hugo grounded for the rest of the summer, which was three weeks. Once she left, Ron stood up across from Hugo and placed his hands on the table and leant on them.
"You little, little-"
"Ron, clam down. Rose isn't as innocent as you think. You can't just continue denying the truth, dear." Hermione said trying to clam down Ron from losing it on Hugo.
"What the hell are you talking about? Hermione, Rose is a perfect angel. If anyone in this family is chasing Dax Colton, it'd be the boy at this table with us." Ron yelled losing all of his temper.
What? That last part didn't even make sense. Hugo sat there in silence. Everyone did really, for neither Hermione or Hugo wanted to talk to Ron at that very moment. Ron looked from mother to son before getting up and storming out of the room. As he left he hollered, "You are to do nothing for the rest of summer. As of nothing, I mean, you will be on house lock down. You might even be on it during your break as well."
Hugo let out a loud, hard breath. "Damn it.." He mumbled under it. Hermione raised her eyebrow at Hugo and said, "Language, mister." He just rolled his eyes and stood up. He began collecting the dishes off the table. He brought them over to the sink. As he began rinsing them off, he noticed Hermione was still at the table. He quietly mumbled, "Mum, does Dad and you think I am gay?"
Yes, Hugo had never had a girlfriend before. Yes, Hugo never flirted with girls. Yes, Hugo did like some kind of girly things and was a complete and totally dork. Yes, his three best friends were gay, but that didn't make him gay. They were just the only Slytherin's that would talk to him. And once they did beginning talking to each other they just became friends. There were really no facts to accuse him.
There was an awkward silence that followed his question. Hermione got up from the table and walked over to Hugo, kissing his forehead. She shook her head at him a couple times and quickly left the room. As she scurried off she said, "No, no of course not. Why would you think we thought that?" Hugo had only one thing to say about what Hermione had just said. What a big, freaking lie his own mother just said there. He really was going no where in life.
On the brighter terms of everything, he could always fall back on selling Rose's body to people. He was sure he could make her fall for it. That would make him semi-rich at least. Ah, back up plans. You got to love them.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I really enjoyed writing it. I'll try to get chapter 2 out by this coming Sunday. Please comment and tell me what you all though. It'd mean a lot too me. I love hearing my readers thoguhts and ideas.