What happens before Harry arrives for the Quidditch World Cup?
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Another holiday at the Weasley's. So far it had been pleasant. Fred and George had let off a dung bomb as each of them came downstairs into the kitchen. Bill laughed his head off, Charlie merely asked if Arthur was cooking again, Percy looked like he wanted to kill Fred and George, Ron walked into the kitchen and sat down before he realised that a dung bomb had been let off and Ginny told Fred to stop eating beans before bed because he stunk out the house in the morning. They had all gone flying yesterday and today each person had different plans before Harry's arrival tomorrow. Hermione was planning on finishing her book because, by the sound of it, she'd have the house to herself. Ron was meeting up with a girl to do whatever it was that Ron did when he met up with girls. Which was completely fine by Hermione. Completely and totally fine.
Hermione got up and put on a pink jumper, jeans and slippers before she went downstairs.
"Good morning love." Mrs Weasley greeted her with a smile as she came into the kitchen.
"Morning" Fred and George said cheerfully looking up from a little piece of paper they were writing furiously on. Percy did little more than look up from the paper. Hermione took a seat next to George and Mrs Weasley put a plate of toast and bacon down in front of her.
"Bye dear!" Arthur Weasley came running into the kitchen and planted a kiss on Mrs Weasley "Busy day, no time to waste." and disappeared out the door without another word.
"So what are your plans for the day Hermione?" Mrs Weasley asked
"Nothing much I was just going to finish off my book." Hermione replied
"Really? Because Ron was sayin-"
"Hey mum can I have some more food? Actually never mind, my bed needs making can you do it?" George interrupted
"You are 16 young man, you can make your own bed!"
"No, I can't mum, I have more important things to do! Please!"
"Fine! Just this once." and Mrs Weasly stomped up the stairs and George took his place again.
"What was that about?" Hermione inquired
"Nothing, my bed needed making, I didn't want to make it." George answered a little too quickly "Well come on Freddy, lots to do today, BIG plans. Let's get cracking!"
"But I'm still-" George kicked him under the table, Hermione could tell "OI, WHAT WAS THAT- Oh, yes lots and lots to do no time to waste." And the two of them disappeared upstairs. What was wrong with everyone this morning? Hermione finished her toast and went back upstairs. She pushed open Ron's bedroom door to find him still asleep. She made her bed on the other side of the room. Ron's ginger mop of hair was poking out of the covers. It shone in the sunlight like a blazing fire. She moved over to Ron's side of the room and started to tidy it up because she aboslutely hated the mess. It smelt like Ron, it wasn't the world's most pleasant aroma but Hermione found the smell simply intoxicating. She walked over to Ron's bedside to wake him. He looked so peaceful. His little freckles scattered around his face, his pale skin, his lovely eyes made Hermione dizzy. She leaned over him and could hear is breath.
"Ronald, wake up." She whispers "Ronald!" A little louder "Ronald, wake up!" She was now speaking normally. Hermione flicked him in the, scrawny but soft, arms "Wake up!" Ron stirred. "Bloody hell, what time is it?"
"Nearly ten, you slept through breakfast, you'll be late for you date Ron."
"It's not a date as such..." Ron sat up in the bed and looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back and their gaze locked for what felt like forever. Hermione lost herself in his blue, beautiful eyes, they sparkled in the light. Ron got closer and closer to her lips, she saw them, soft and inviting, she brought her head in closer. Their lips almost touched. She coughed and looked away, 'No Hermione, Ron has a date and you, don't like him. Regan composure.' Hermione thought.
"Well... You should probably, get going..."
"Yeah, yeah. I should." and Ron ran from the room. It was a lovely day, not too hot not too cold, sunny with a gentle breeze. Hermione picked up her book "The War of the Worlds" It was about the adventures of two brothers as the world is invaded by Martians. It was actually very good. The concept seemed silly to Hermione and she was prepared to hate it, but she found that she was captivated by it. Of course, Ron (who had suggested the book) was still under the impression that she hated it. Hermione walked down five flights of stairs into the living room and out into the garden.
She sat for hours out the sunlight on a garden chair, reading and thinking. Thinking about Harry, and hoping that it would be a quiet year at Hogwarts this year 'Don't be dumb Hermione. You're friends with Harry Potter, it will never be just a quiet year at Hogwarts!' She was thinking about Ron and his little date, not that it bothered her that he was going on a date, with someone else. Nope, she was completely fine with it. She didn't care that this girl was probably ten times more attractive than her and wasn't a know-it-all. Yes, Hermione couldn't care less... Okay, she could care a little less, or a lot less.
Her thoughts were interuped by a shout
"Hermione!" It was Ron calling "Hermione" He jumped over the fence to the garden
"You could have just used the gate Ronald!"
"Less fun that way. Whatcha doing?" Ron asked
"Just reading my book."
"I thought you didn't like "The War of two Worlds"?"
"Well, Ronald, It is an interesting book and I hate leaving books unfinished so I shall read in quickly in order to move on to better books."
"Okay Hermione, sure. Anyways I'd better head off."
"Yes, see you later." Hermione picked up her book and began reading when Ron said before he climbed the gate
"Listen, you are at home with a book, that is a terrible way to spend your free day why don't you come with me... if you want to. Please?" Ron wasn't very good at this, he had started off so confidently, he was cute when he was nervous.
"You're asking me on a picnic, by insulting my hobbies?" Hermione challenged
"Well, yeah. It's kinda sad. But, you know, if you don't want to you can stay at home and be boring."
"I am not boring! To show you how much fun I am I'm coming with you." Hermione stood up, put her book in the picnic basket and the two set off. Ron helped her over the fence.