As some of you already know I deleted my other fanfictions. I hope you
enjoy this one.
Hermione's Point of Veiw:
It had been a long first week, I hadn't spoken to any of my friends yet. I rested on my bed, my pillows up against the wall comforting my back while I was reading. I flipped through the pages, I obviously wasn't paying attention to my book so I set it down on my night stand and with a 'click' I turned off my lamp. I layed there, staring at the ceiling watching the shadow's dance. Should I write to Harry? Or Ron? I thought. I couldn't believe the events that occuried last year. I don't want to write to Harry, I convinced myself. His loss of Sirius had been painful, Sirius was like a father to him and I just don't think he's ready. With a yawn I fell asleep.
-The Next Day-
"Hermione dear, you've got post!" I could hear mum yelling from the bottom of the staircase. My heart jumped. I wonder which of the two was wrting to me! I sat up and called back, "coming mum!" Rushing down the stairs I took the letter from my mother, grabed the owl and let it rest on my shoulder, entered the kitchen, sat down on one of our stools and began to rip it open. It was of course, from Ron:
'Dear Hermione, How are you? I'm fine if your wondering. Have you done your homework?'
I stopped reading. Since when does Ron ask me if I've done my homework? Is that not my job?
'You must be wondering the same about me, no I haven't to be honest. I've been too interested in Fred and George's joke shop. It's a really hit!'
I laughed to myself.
'Have you received post from Harry? Mum reckon's we should let him cool down for a bit, I disagree, Harry needs his friend's more than ever now. Hope you write soon. -RON-'
I reread the last sentence.
'Have you received post from Harry? Mum reckon's we should let him cool down for a bit, I disagree, Harry needs his friend's more than ever now. Hope you write soon. -RON-'
He was right, absolutely right, Harry did need his friends more now than ever. I reached for my quill and ink that rested next to the telephone or as Ron knows it "felephone".
I grabbed the quill and a peice of parchment and began to write:
'Ron, yes I've completed my homework, and you better get a move on yours! Fred and George's joke shop is a hit, eh? Great for them. How's your mum taking the whole thing? No I haven't received post from Harry, but I guess your right about him needing his friend's more now than ever. I think I might write to him after I send this letter off. I wonder if Dumbledore will let him out of his Aunt and Uncle's for a bit. I doubt it though, Dumbledore's seriously concerned. Love, -Hermione G.-'
"Now, you have a safe trip alright Pig?" I fastened the letter on its right leg and gave it some water. Opening a window I let Ron's owl fly out. I smiled as I watched it soar away. I tied my hair up to keep it out of my eyes. I was not going to write to Harry today. I already made that decision when I let Pig fly off. I grabbed a apple and headed for the kitchen. I sat down and gazed into the fireplace. I watched as the fire danced around happily. Then something happened I couldn't believe.
It was a loud ringing sound, sort of a high crash. I looked at the fire place with a suprised look, there laying eagle sprawled on the ground was Ronald Weasley my very good friend.
"Ron what in bloody heck?" I stared at him wide eyed. My mother and father had walked into the room. Staring at Ron.
Ron stood up, he obviously grew over the summer. He had a stupid grin pasted onto his face. "Hello Hermione, Mr and Ms. Granger, hi. Sorry if I scared you."
I swallowed. "Floo powder? And to think I just sent off your letter."
"Yeah."
My parents smiled at him. "Ron is it?" I nodded.
"Come sit down." My mother said sweetly.
There was an awkward silence and my parent's decided to leave the room to get Ron some water.
We stared at eachother for a couple of seconds, then I hugged him. Tears began to well up in my eyes. "Ron..everything that's happened, I feel so terrible." He held me at arm's distance.
"Hermione you should not feel terrible, we all miss him..Sirius, and we aren't happy about what happened but it's neither of our faults." I smiled at him weakly.
"Thank you Ron. Thank you so much." He let go of me.
"So what's the real reason your here? I'm sure it's not of hearing me lecture you about your schoolwork or to hear me whinning." I began to sweep up the dust from the floo powder. My mother and father walked back into the room and handed him a glass of water, he sipped it then looked up at me.
"Well I was wondering. You don't have to. But I was wondering if you'd like to come and stay at the burrow for a bit. Come to think. Ginny should be here any second. Well if it's alright with your mum and dad."
"Yes! I'd love too, I've been so bored lately! Mum..Dad?" My mother looked at me for a second, hesitated then nodded. I smiled gratefully at her.
"Ron?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"The floo powder, did your dad connect me to the network for today?"
"Oh yeah, I had to beg him. I said it was really important, wrong thing to say Fred and George wouldn't leave me alone. They kept saying you were my girlfriend. By the way yeah, they are staying at the Burrow too. Mum misses them to much."
I laughed. "Yeah, well-Ginny!" There was another loud ringing sound.
She was covered in dust her hair was in a mess, though I'm not one to talk, and she had gotten a bit taller.
"Herh-moi-nee." She sputtered. I laughed and hugged her, not minding getting dirty.
"It's great to see you."
"Yes, it's great to see you too! Come help me pack will you? Ron I suppose you should come up too." I threw the content's of the dust pan into the trash and headed up the stairs with a soft 'thud' on each step. I had so much to pack, my books, extra credit work, my robes, my clothes. "Come, it's this way." I led them down the hall and into my room.
I dragged out the empty trunk from my closet.
"Lovely room Hermione." Ginny peered around. Ron sat on my bed looking a bit curious.
I began to fold robes into my trunk, I piled up my books, and packed away my toothbrush and other bath essentials. Ron looked at me and blushed.
"Uh, I'll let you pack up your..yeah." He left the room. Ginny and I began to laugh loudly. I reached for my undergarments and piled them in.
"Isn't it a bit weird having boys as friends?" Ginny questioned me.
"I guess, but it's a lot of less stress to deal with, you know less dramatic."
Ginny smiled. "Alright, is this all? We've better be going."
"Yes. It's all." Her and I lifted up the trunk, struggiling a bit and began to carry it down the hall way and down the stairs on the bottom of the stairs we dropped it by the fire. I turned to see my father asking Ron question's about being a wizard. I imediately blushed. "Alright dad, we better be off."
My dad smiled, kissed my forhead, and I turned to my mother hugging her and telling her I'd write.
"Alright Hermione dear. Have fun with your friends." They watched us. They've never seen floo powder in action. I think they had a bit of a shock when we left. All I could remember was seeing my father jump and within the next couple of moments I felt a familiar strange flying sensation.
Before I knew it I could hear yelling, "GINNY! YOU'VE STEPPED ON MY FOOT", and I was thrown into Ms. Wealsey's arms.
"Hi...Hi Ms. Wealsey!" I smiled brightly at her. She held me out looking at me up and down.
"Such a bueatiful young lady." Her face fell as soon as she saw Ginny and Ron. "Took you long enough! Hermione dear it was their first times alone using floo powder! I thought something went wrong you know?"
I exchanged a glance with the two of them, covered in dust, I looked down at myself and thankfully I wasn't as dirty as them.
"Hello Hermione Wealsey!" Fred joked as he put his arm playfully over my shoulder. I looked at him with disgust.
"Geez don't bite my head off." He took his arm off me and while doing so ripped some of my shirt, then he sat down.
"With as big as a head you've got it would be too hard."
"Hah ha." He rolled his eyes and exchanged a happy glance with George. What were they smiling about?
"So Hermione sit, what are you standing around for?" Ms. Wealsey forced me into a seat.
"Hi." I said, glancing around at the usual red head's on the table. They nodded and to my confusion began to stare at me. I looked around for an exsplanation but Fred and George errupted into silent laughter while Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley hung their heads. Ron however was still dusting his robes off.
Ginny sat down next to me, she was trying to catch my eye and when I finally did she pointed to my shirt. I raised my eye brows. What? I wanted to say but I didn't. I looked down and noticed my shirt was ripped revealing some cleavage. My face fell. I wasn't wearing any robes. Damit! I looked at her.
"Hermione and I..are going up-to-my-room. To do stuff." They looked at Ginny, I rearranged my hair cover it up which was no use since they already saw.
"Stuff?" Ms. Weasley asked, she obviously didn't see it yet.
"Change." I stood up, flushing with embarassment, walked out and ran up the stairs. On my way up to Ginny's room I heard laughter from the kitchen. Damn. Fred and George. They probably planned it. Ginny followed quickly after me.
"Here." She handed me a shirt.
I put it on over my other.
-Meanwhile-
"Excellent." Fred said choking on his laughter.
"That was rude." Mr. Weasley yelled. "Very rude and immature."
George rolled his eyes.
"He's right you know, you almost killed her of embarassment." Charlie eyed his brothers.
Fred laughed more. "My hand accidently, well my watch accidently brushed over her shirt and ripped it."
George smiled. "Yes, very accidental."
"You guys are low." Bill who had been quiet spoke up.
"What, what did I miss?"
"Alot." George grinned mischeviously.
"Like?"
"Cleavage-" Fred began but caught himself as he saw Hermione and Ginny enter the room. The boys imediately shut up.
"So hows-" Fred tryed to speak. "how's...your..-work" He burst into laughter. "Yeah that was a funny joke George." He got up and walked out the room shaking with laughter. I rolled my eyes and sat down.
"Hermione please forgive them." Mr. Weasley said.
I wished they'd just drop it.
"Yeah." I looked down.
George got up a few seconds later and followed Fred out.
"They're half drunk." Bill assured me.
"Hopefully." I sighed. That did not just happen.
"What did..I miss?" Ron said again, he sounded a bit agitated.
"Nothing special." I began to dig into my food.
Hermione's Point of Veiw:
It had been a long first week, I hadn't spoken to any of my friends yet. I rested on my bed, my pillows up against the wall comforting my back while I was reading. I flipped through the pages, I obviously wasn't paying attention to my book so I set it down on my night stand and with a 'click' I turned off my lamp. I layed there, staring at the ceiling watching the shadow's dance. Should I write to Harry? Or Ron? I thought. I couldn't believe the events that occuried last year. I don't want to write to Harry, I convinced myself. His loss of Sirius had been painful, Sirius was like a father to him and I just don't think he's ready. With a yawn I fell asleep.
-The Next Day-
"Hermione dear, you've got post!" I could hear mum yelling from the bottom of the staircase. My heart jumped. I wonder which of the two was wrting to me! I sat up and called back, "coming mum!" Rushing down the stairs I took the letter from my mother, grabed the owl and let it rest on my shoulder, entered the kitchen, sat down on one of our stools and began to rip it open. It was of course, from Ron:
'Dear Hermione, How are you? I'm fine if your wondering. Have you done your homework?'
I stopped reading. Since when does Ron ask me if I've done my homework? Is that not my job?
'You must be wondering the same about me, no I haven't to be honest. I've been too interested in Fred and George's joke shop. It's a really hit!'
I laughed to myself.
'Have you received post from Harry? Mum reckon's we should let him cool down for a bit, I disagree, Harry needs his friend's more than ever now. Hope you write soon. -RON-'
I reread the last sentence.
'Have you received post from Harry? Mum reckon's we should let him cool down for a bit, I disagree, Harry needs his friend's more than ever now. Hope you write soon. -RON-'
He was right, absolutely right, Harry did need his friends more now than ever. I reached for my quill and ink that rested next to the telephone or as Ron knows it "felephone".
I grabbed the quill and a peice of parchment and began to write:
'Ron, yes I've completed my homework, and you better get a move on yours! Fred and George's joke shop is a hit, eh? Great for them. How's your mum taking the whole thing? No I haven't received post from Harry, but I guess your right about him needing his friend's more now than ever. I think I might write to him after I send this letter off. I wonder if Dumbledore will let him out of his Aunt and Uncle's for a bit. I doubt it though, Dumbledore's seriously concerned. Love, -Hermione G.-'
"Now, you have a safe trip alright Pig?" I fastened the letter on its right leg and gave it some water. Opening a window I let Ron's owl fly out. I smiled as I watched it soar away. I tied my hair up to keep it out of my eyes. I was not going to write to Harry today. I already made that decision when I let Pig fly off. I grabbed a apple and headed for the kitchen. I sat down and gazed into the fireplace. I watched as the fire danced around happily. Then something happened I couldn't believe.
It was a loud ringing sound, sort of a high crash. I looked at the fire place with a suprised look, there laying eagle sprawled on the ground was Ronald Weasley my very good friend.
"Ron what in bloody heck?" I stared at him wide eyed. My mother and father had walked into the room. Staring at Ron.
Ron stood up, he obviously grew over the summer. He had a stupid grin pasted onto his face. "Hello Hermione, Mr and Ms. Granger, hi. Sorry if I scared you."
I swallowed. "Floo powder? And to think I just sent off your letter."
"Yeah."
My parents smiled at him. "Ron is it?" I nodded.
"Come sit down." My mother said sweetly.
There was an awkward silence and my parent's decided to leave the room to get Ron some water.
We stared at eachother for a couple of seconds, then I hugged him. Tears began to well up in my eyes. "Ron..everything that's happened, I feel so terrible." He held me at arm's distance.
"Hermione you should not feel terrible, we all miss him..Sirius, and we aren't happy about what happened but it's neither of our faults." I smiled at him weakly.
"Thank you Ron. Thank you so much." He let go of me.
"So what's the real reason your here? I'm sure it's not of hearing me lecture you about your schoolwork or to hear me whinning." I began to sweep up the dust from the floo powder. My mother and father walked back into the room and handed him a glass of water, he sipped it then looked up at me.
"Well I was wondering. You don't have to. But I was wondering if you'd like to come and stay at the burrow for a bit. Come to think. Ginny should be here any second. Well if it's alright with your mum and dad."
"Yes! I'd love too, I've been so bored lately! Mum..Dad?" My mother looked at me for a second, hesitated then nodded. I smiled gratefully at her.
"Ron?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"The floo powder, did your dad connect me to the network for today?"
"Oh yeah, I had to beg him. I said it was really important, wrong thing to say Fred and George wouldn't leave me alone. They kept saying you were my girlfriend. By the way yeah, they are staying at the Burrow too. Mum misses them to much."
I laughed. "Yeah, well-Ginny!" There was another loud ringing sound.
She was covered in dust her hair was in a mess, though I'm not one to talk, and she had gotten a bit taller.
"Herh-moi-nee." She sputtered. I laughed and hugged her, not minding getting dirty.
"It's great to see you."
"Yes, it's great to see you too! Come help me pack will you? Ron I suppose you should come up too." I threw the content's of the dust pan into the trash and headed up the stairs with a soft 'thud' on each step. I had so much to pack, my books, extra credit work, my robes, my clothes. "Come, it's this way." I led them down the hall and into my room.
I dragged out the empty trunk from my closet.
"Lovely room Hermione." Ginny peered around. Ron sat on my bed looking a bit curious.
I began to fold robes into my trunk, I piled up my books, and packed away my toothbrush and other bath essentials. Ron looked at me and blushed.
"Uh, I'll let you pack up your..yeah." He left the room. Ginny and I began to laugh loudly. I reached for my undergarments and piled them in.
"Isn't it a bit weird having boys as friends?" Ginny questioned me.
"I guess, but it's a lot of less stress to deal with, you know less dramatic."
Ginny smiled. "Alright, is this all? We've better be going."
"Yes. It's all." Her and I lifted up the trunk, struggiling a bit and began to carry it down the hall way and down the stairs on the bottom of the stairs we dropped it by the fire. I turned to see my father asking Ron question's about being a wizard. I imediately blushed. "Alright dad, we better be off."
My dad smiled, kissed my forhead, and I turned to my mother hugging her and telling her I'd write.
"Alright Hermione dear. Have fun with your friends." They watched us. They've never seen floo powder in action. I think they had a bit of a shock when we left. All I could remember was seeing my father jump and within the next couple of moments I felt a familiar strange flying sensation.
Before I knew it I could hear yelling, "GINNY! YOU'VE STEPPED ON MY FOOT", and I was thrown into Ms. Wealsey's arms.
"Hi...Hi Ms. Wealsey!" I smiled brightly at her. She held me out looking at me up and down.
"Such a bueatiful young lady." Her face fell as soon as she saw Ginny and Ron. "Took you long enough! Hermione dear it was their first times alone using floo powder! I thought something went wrong you know?"
I exchanged a glance with the two of them, covered in dust, I looked down at myself and thankfully I wasn't as dirty as them.
"Hello Hermione Wealsey!" Fred joked as he put his arm playfully over my shoulder. I looked at him with disgust.
"Geez don't bite my head off." He took his arm off me and while doing so ripped some of my shirt, then he sat down.
"With as big as a head you've got it would be too hard."
"Hah ha." He rolled his eyes and exchanged a happy glance with George. What were they smiling about?
"So Hermione sit, what are you standing around for?" Ms. Wealsey forced me into a seat.
"Hi." I said, glancing around at the usual red head's on the table. They nodded and to my confusion began to stare at me. I looked around for an exsplanation but Fred and George errupted into silent laughter while Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley hung their heads. Ron however was still dusting his robes off.
Ginny sat down next to me, she was trying to catch my eye and when I finally did she pointed to my shirt. I raised my eye brows. What? I wanted to say but I didn't. I looked down and noticed my shirt was ripped revealing some cleavage. My face fell. I wasn't wearing any robes. Damit! I looked at her.
"Hermione and I..are going up-to-my-room. To do stuff." They looked at Ginny, I rearranged my hair cover it up which was no use since they already saw.
"Stuff?" Ms. Weasley asked, she obviously didn't see it yet.
"Change." I stood up, flushing with embarassment, walked out and ran up the stairs. On my way up to Ginny's room I heard laughter from the kitchen. Damn. Fred and George. They probably planned it. Ginny followed quickly after me.
"Here." She handed me a shirt.
I put it on over my other.
-Meanwhile-
"Excellent." Fred said choking on his laughter.
"That was rude." Mr. Weasley yelled. "Very rude and immature."
George rolled his eyes.
"He's right you know, you almost killed her of embarassment." Charlie eyed his brothers.
Fred laughed more. "My hand accidently, well my watch accidently brushed over her shirt and ripped it."
George smiled. "Yes, very accidental."
"You guys are low." Bill who had been quiet spoke up.
"What, what did I miss?"
"Alot." George grinned mischeviously.
"Like?"
"Cleavage-" Fred began but caught himself as he saw Hermione and Ginny enter the room. The boys imediately shut up.
"So hows-" Fred tryed to speak. "how's...your..-work" He burst into laughter. "Yeah that was a funny joke George." He got up and walked out the room shaking with laughter. I rolled my eyes and sat down.
"Hermione please forgive them." Mr. Weasley said.
I wished they'd just drop it.
"Yeah." I looked down.
George got up a few seconds later and followed Fred out.
"They're half drunk." Bill assured me.
"Hopefully." I sighed. That did not just happen.
"What did..I miss?" Ron said again, he sounded a bit agitated.
"Nothing special." I began to dig into my food.