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Hermione ran through her room packing her stuff for Hogwarts. It may have been July, but she would be visiting the Burrow and wouldn't be home until next year. Ron had just sent an invitation and a handful of floo powder. Mr. Weasly had used his connections to get Hermione's house hooked up to the floo network and Hermione would soon be in one of the many places she could call home.
Puffy brown hair blocked the clock from sight, Hermione waited patiently in front of the dreadfully slow hands waiting, desperately waiting for them to change to four. It was still 3:00. Hermione succumbed to her desires and pushed her trunk into her fireplace. Calling out "the Burrow" she felt herself wiz by other homes, catching flashes of unrecognizable faces and conversations.
'The Burrow' Hermione thought feeling contempt. Her favorite place in the world, aside from Hogwarts. The Burrow always smelled delicious and felt warm, just like it was always noisy. That when Hermione realized - it was quiet. No one was home. Shrugging Hermione dragged her stuff to Ginny's room. Bored, Hermione combed the house for anyone even Percy would suffice for a small conversation to pass the time.
Poking her head into each room Hermione found herself at the top. Ron's room. She poked her head into his room, and there was someone beneath his bright orange sheets. Except this someone had dirty blond hair, and was obviously a girl. Hermione felt her stomach fill with butterflies why was there a girl in Ron's bed. 'What had they been doing'- she let her thoughts drop. She doubted Ron had the nerve to do anything with a girl, let alone one as pretty as the one in his bed.
Hermione closed the door silently, and heard a car pull up the drive. Peering from the window she saw her two best friends existing the car. Red hair flashed - Ron, and beside him Harry. The Weaslys had gone to pick up Harry in a car instead of attempting floo powder again, after last year's horrible mess.
Hermione literally flew down the stares taking them three at a time, she dashed out the door and collided with Ron engulfing him in a hug, then Harry. "There is a girl in your bed, Ron" she stated point blank.
Ron looked at her funny and glanced at Harry, who shrugged. "What are you talking about?"
Mrs. Weasly smiled, "She's here already, poor dear must have been dreadfully tired, and it takes a lot of energy to fly from the US in one night."
Mrs. Weasly turned to Fred who looked about ready to glow. "Lori's here?" He cried, "why didn't anyone tell me she was coming?" Fred made a mad dash for the house and George followed silently, emotionless.
Ginny, who had spent the entire car ride sitting next to Harry, and looking dazed, dashed after the twins. "Who's Lori?" Harry asked.
"My cousin, she's magnificent," he grabbed each of them by an arm and dragged them into the house. "You'll love her." As the three friends approached Ron's room they heard a giggle from inside, passing George, who stood in the door way, the saw Fred who was swinging the blonde around in circles. When he stopped Ginny gave her a hug, then Ron. "This is my cousin Lori" he informed them releasing her. And these are my friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Neither got the reaction they expected.
Lori calmly shook Harry's hand, without a single remark on his fame. 'Maybe she didn't realize that I am the-boy-who-lived.' Harry thought, 'she'll ask about it later'. Still it irked him that she didn't care. Hermione, actually, got the reaction that Harry had expected. "Your Hermione Granger? I know all about you! I'm so excited to finally meet you!" Hermione just nodded and looked away. She really didn't like this girl. Yet she had no idea why.
It was that moment that Hermione noticed George. Still standing in the doorway. Scowling. Hermione retreated to stand next to him and when he turned and walked away, she followed. "Don't like your cousin?" She asked half way down the stairs.
George looked at her angrily then sighed, "Look" he said apologetically "Lori and I" he paused. "Just never got along, okay?" She nodded. At least she wasn't the only one who felt scorn for the enchanting American girl.
"So" George asked, later that night at dinner, "How long are you staying?"
"Oh it's just jolly news children" answered Mrs. Weasly "Lori is going to Hogwarts this year. We figure we should get her settled before the family comes for the reunion." Addressing Hermione and Harry she added, "every five years our entire family gets together before the school term for a reunion and this year we get to host it." Mrs. Weasly's eyes shown and everyone could imagine her working out what recopies to try for the family."
"How is everyone going to fit?" Asked Ron, apparently the concept of sharing his room with his relative was incredibly disturbing." Mrs. Weasly ignored Ron muttering something about needing more sugar for the desert she planned to make.
The next week was a blur. No one had a minute to spare and if they did Mrs. Weasly was sure to find them and set them to work. Hermione crashed on the couch between Harry and Ron. Her head dropped onto Ron's shoulder and she closed her eyes. "Tired" asked Ron. She nodded.
"Er, aunt Molly," Came Lori's voice from behind the sofa. "You forgot Uncle Ernesto is afraid of heights."
"Your right, Oh no! This changes the entire bedroom situation! I'll have to move everyone!" Mrs. Weasly looked heart broken and frantic. Hermione turned around to watch Mrs. Weasly pull out a scroll with a blueprint of the house and the names of the people who would be staying. Harry, reading the different names in each room noticed its similarity to his Marauders Map. As Mrs. Weasly poked the names of the miniature people and they scurried to their new position. Hermione stared at the girl at the end of Mrs. Weasly's wand. It was a miniature her.
"There's that open space in my room, if Uncle Ernesto has moved. Hermione could go there." Ron offered casually. Hermione stared at Ron ironically. Did he just suggest that they share a room, a bed even, as there were no other places to sleep? Obviously Mrs. Weasly didn't make the same connection Hermione had because she looked delighted.
"Perfect" she said with a sigh of relief "Hermione, can you go move your stuff?" Rolling up the parchment she scurried off to the kitchen to check on her food. Astounded Hermione climbed the stairs and took her trunk from Ginny's room placing it in Ron's. She felt a shiver of anticipation and blushed. She had never slept in the same bed as a boy and this would certainly be a new experience for her. Even if it was with Ron, one of her best friends.
Hermione ran through her room packing her stuff for Hogwarts. It may have been July, but she would be visiting the Burrow and wouldn't be home until next year. Ron had just sent an invitation and a handful of floo powder. Mr. Weasly had used his connections to get Hermione's house hooked up to the floo network and Hermione would soon be in one of the many places she could call home.
Puffy brown hair blocked the clock from sight, Hermione waited patiently in front of the dreadfully slow hands waiting, desperately waiting for them to change to four. It was still 3:00. Hermione succumbed to her desires and pushed her trunk into her fireplace. Calling out "the Burrow" she felt herself wiz by other homes, catching flashes of unrecognizable faces and conversations.
'The Burrow' Hermione thought feeling contempt. Her favorite place in the world, aside from Hogwarts. The Burrow always smelled delicious and felt warm, just like it was always noisy. That when Hermione realized - it was quiet. No one was home. Shrugging Hermione dragged her stuff to Ginny's room. Bored, Hermione combed the house for anyone even Percy would suffice for a small conversation to pass the time.
Poking her head into each room Hermione found herself at the top. Ron's room. She poked her head into his room, and there was someone beneath his bright orange sheets. Except this someone had dirty blond hair, and was obviously a girl. Hermione felt her stomach fill with butterflies why was there a girl in Ron's bed. 'What had they been doing'- she let her thoughts drop. She doubted Ron had the nerve to do anything with a girl, let alone one as pretty as the one in his bed.
Hermione closed the door silently, and heard a car pull up the drive. Peering from the window she saw her two best friends existing the car. Red hair flashed - Ron, and beside him Harry. The Weaslys had gone to pick up Harry in a car instead of attempting floo powder again, after last year's horrible mess.
Hermione literally flew down the stares taking them three at a time, she dashed out the door and collided with Ron engulfing him in a hug, then Harry. "There is a girl in your bed, Ron" she stated point blank.
Ron looked at her funny and glanced at Harry, who shrugged. "What are you talking about?"
Mrs. Weasly smiled, "She's here already, poor dear must have been dreadfully tired, and it takes a lot of energy to fly from the US in one night."
Mrs. Weasly turned to Fred who looked about ready to glow. "Lori's here?" He cried, "why didn't anyone tell me she was coming?" Fred made a mad dash for the house and George followed silently, emotionless.
Ginny, who had spent the entire car ride sitting next to Harry, and looking dazed, dashed after the twins. "Who's Lori?" Harry asked.
"My cousin, she's magnificent," he grabbed each of them by an arm and dragged them into the house. "You'll love her." As the three friends approached Ron's room they heard a giggle from inside, passing George, who stood in the door way, the saw Fred who was swinging the blonde around in circles. When he stopped Ginny gave her a hug, then Ron. "This is my cousin Lori" he informed them releasing her. And these are my friends Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Neither got the reaction they expected.
Lori calmly shook Harry's hand, without a single remark on his fame. 'Maybe she didn't realize that I am the-boy-who-lived.' Harry thought, 'she'll ask about it later'. Still it irked him that she didn't care. Hermione, actually, got the reaction that Harry had expected. "Your Hermione Granger? I know all about you! I'm so excited to finally meet you!" Hermione just nodded and looked away. She really didn't like this girl. Yet she had no idea why.
It was that moment that Hermione noticed George. Still standing in the doorway. Scowling. Hermione retreated to stand next to him and when he turned and walked away, she followed. "Don't like your cousin?" She asked half way down the stairs.
George looked at her angrily then sighed, "Look" he said apologetically "Lori and I" he paused. "Just never got along, okay?" She nodded. At least she wasn't the only one who felt scorn for the enchanting American girl.
"So" George asked, later that night at dinner, "How long are you staying?"
"Oh it's just jolly news children" answered Mrs. Weasly "Lori is going to Hogwarts this year. We figure we should get her settled before the family comes for the reunion." Addressing Hermione and Harry she added, "every five years our entire family gets together before the school term for a reunion and this year we get to host it." Mrs. Weasly's eyes shown and everyone could imagine her working out what recopies to try for the family."
"How is everyone going to fit?" Asked Ron, apparently the concept of sharing his room with his relative was incredibly disturbing." Mrs. Weasly ignored Ron muttering something about needing more sugar for the desert she planned to make.
The next week was a blur. No one had a minute to spare and if they did Mrs. Weasly was sure to find them and set them to work. Hermione crashed on the couch between Harry and Ron. Her head dropped onto Ron's shoulder and she closed her eyes. "Tired" asked Ron. She nodded.
"Er, aunt Molly," Came Lori's voice from behind the sofa. "You forgot Uncle Ernesto is afraid of heights."
"Your right, Oh no! This changes the entire bedroom situation! I'll have to move everyone!" Mrs. Weasly looked heart broken and frantic. Hermione turned around to watch Mrs. Weasly pull out a scroll with a blueprint of the house and the names of the people who would be staying. Harry, reading the different names in each room noticed its similarity to his Marauders Map. As Mrs. Weasly poked the names of the miniature people and they scurried to their new position. Hermione stared at the girl at the end of Mrs. Weasly's wand. It was a miniature her.
"There's that open space in my room, if Uncle Ernesto has moved. Hermione could go there." Ron offered casually. Hermione stared at Ron ironically. Did he just suggest that they share a room, a bed even, as there were no other places to sleep? Obviously Mrs. Weasly didn't make the same connection Hermione had because she looked delighted.
"Perfect" she said with a sigh of relief "Hermione, can you go move your stuff?" Rolling up the parchment she scurried off to the kitchen to check on her food. Astounded Hermione climbed the stairs and took her trunk from Ginny's room placing it in Ron's. She felt a shiver of anticipation and blushed. She had never slept in the same bed as a boy and this would certainly be a new experience for her. Even if it was with Ron, one of her best friends.
