Laws of love
"Owwww, Ronnikiens gotta himself a lass did he now?" George sniggered, holding the letter out of reach from Fred, who was reaching eagerly from the other side of the table. "C'mon George, tell me what it says before Ron comes down!" he exclaimed.
"Dearest Ron, It's been not long since my sapphire blue eyes landed on you with the content of undressing you in my mind. But it seems like forever. A week is like a year without you, and I shed salty tears over my heart ache of not seeing you. I hope sincerely that you are enjoying your holiday, even though I'm down in depression without my strong Weasley to keep me going." George said in a girly voice, tossing the letter in the air and then turning around to face Fred dramatically.
Fred grabbed the letter from the air and let his eyes skim down to the bottom, then he said in a confused voice, "LovaGal? Who's that?"
"Don't know but I bet she's too ashamed to reveal her real identity."
George and Fred looked at each other with bemused grins then burst out laughing.
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"Charlie! What's up?" Fred exclaimed as he registered that it was Charlie that had apperated into the Burrow's kitchen, quickly hiding the letter from view.
Charlie slumped down into the chair next to Fred and said in a tired voice, "Mum's announcement…."
"Ah, us too." George said, indicating himself and Fred.
"Bill will be floo-" but before Charlie could finish his sentence, Bill came flying into the kitchen fire, covered from top to toe in dust, "ing." Charlie finished with a smile.
"Heya, Charlie, Fred, George…. How are you guys?" Bill said jubilantly.
"Okay…" they chorused in reply.
"So, does anyone know why we are here? What's mum's announcement about?" Bill asked, throwing his dusty coat onto the coat rack as he fell down on the other side of Fred.
"Nope, not a clue." Charlie confessed, "Me neither." Fred agreed, grinning apologetically at Bill.
"Ah okay." Bill said, taking a butter beer and gulping it all down at once.
"So where are the others?" Charlie asked, taking a butter beer of his own and, unlike Bill, and started sipping from it lazily.
"Ron and Hermione are with Ginny playing exploding snaps, and Harry's in the attic moping over Sirius. Mum and Dad are out shopping….and guess what? Percy is here too!" George explained.
Bill raised a curious eye brow and said, "Percy, eh?"
"Oi! Have you guys seen a light pink letter?" a voice said from the door.
The brothers turned around to face Ron, whose hair was almost as long has Bill's and tied back in a small pony tail. His freckles, and hair were just a bright red as always, and he had grown a bit, but instead of being a bit gangly he seemed to have filled up the space with strong muscles that were clearly visible through his slightly too small sleeveless shirt.
"Ello Ron, how are you doing? You sure have…..changed…..since Christmas." Charlie said brightly.
"Yeah yeah, so have you?" Ron said impatiently.
"Have what?" Bill asked, sincerely confused.
"Seen a pink letter? I accidentally left one here and uhhhh, well let's say its important." Ron said, turning slightly pink around the ears.
"Give it up Ronald, you never got a love letter." Another voice said, the body of which soon appeared next to Ron, a body that seemed to stun the 4 brothers speechless.
Hermione sure had grown. She had filled out her short, chalky nerdy body out with decent curves, and her bushy hair was still as bushy as always, but she had plaited it into two braids. Also, instead of the usual school robes and uniform, she was wearing a knee length muggle skirt and an elbow sleeved navy blue shirt that hung off one shoulder.
"Yes I have." Ron snapped defiantly, "I just lost it."
"Well mate, a love letter is not the best thing to loose." Bill laughed, eyeing Hermione carefully, he knew how the young, school-loving Hermione would react to things. But a hormone raging Hermione?
"Well actually," George sniggered, "He didn't loose it. We found it."
"Noooooooohhoooohoooo!" Ron groaned, taking an anxious hand through his hair.
"Yup," Fred laughed, fishing it out of his pocket and taking it in front of him.
He inspected the letter in a way you would expect Mc Gonagall to inspect a test. He pretended he had glasses and stared closely at the paper, then he pointed to the starting sentence and read out in a voice that matched Percy's when he felt pompous, "Dearest Ron, It's been not long since my sapphire blue eyes landed on you with the content of undressing you in my mind. But it seems like forever. A week is like a year without you, and I shed salty tears over my heart ache of not seeing you. I hope sincerely that you are enjoying your holiday, even though I'm down in depression without my strong Weasley to keep me going."
Bill and Charlie now stared from the broken-in-giggle-fits Fred, to the completely Red Ron, to the glowering Hermione.
"Oh my," Bill said, shaking his head in fake remorse.
"Oh shut up will you." Ron moaned, taking his violent red face into his hands.
Hermione didn't say anything, nor did she react, instead she left the room angrily, stomping up the stairs to Ginny's Room.
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"Arrrgggg, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it!" Hermione said scandalized as she entered Ginny's room, but only to find it empty.
"Were has she gone to?" Hermione muttered to herself, falling down onto her bed and kicking the air in frustration.
"Stupid Ron. Stupid letter." She scowled to the ceiling.
The ceiling didn't reply, the off white stared back at her, making her feel somewhat disappointed. Of course Ron got love letters. He has grown into quite a nice guy. The muscles, and the long hair….it looks good on him. But….god…I know from who he got that letter, even though it regrets me. It's from Lavender obviously. She has liked him for ages, and that paper! PINK! Lavender always uses pink paper, even on tests. I wonder if Ron has realized it yet. God, I hope not. She isn't right for him. But who is? Me? No, no, no. He doesn't see you that way. But what if he did! It wouldn't be right. I'm his friend. Hid BEST friend! Besides Harry of course. And…if he got together with Lavender…I couldn't stand it! I wouldn't want to be around him that's for sure. But to completely ignore him, can I do that? Just because he has gotten himself a girlfriend and I have no one. I can't be jealous about that. And what if I'm jealous because Lavender can have him and I can't? ARG!
Hermione punched the air again, then she rolled over with a grunt to the wall.
"What did the air do wrong, if I may ask?" Bill's voice asked hesitantly.
Hermione sat up and stared at Bill, "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking up on you, you seemed….rather mad…" Bill laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"I am." Hermione admitted, "But not because I'm jealous or something…just because…" Hermione stopped in her sentence, wondering how to formulate the sentence.
"Because…?" Bill asked, taking seat next to her on the bed.
"Because I know who wrote the letter. And I don't think she is right for him."
"And you are?" Bill inquired, taking his wand out of his pocket and pointing it at the door, "Silencio."
"Damn" Hermione thought at that question, "I can't answer that."
"Yes you can, but you don't have to, I know the answer." Bill confessed with a smile.
"And that is?" Hermione laughed, in spite of herself.
"You think you're the one for him. You like him. You just don't want to admit it. Not to me, and certainly not to yourself." Bill explained.
"Really now?" Hermione said, looking away from him, she felt that if she stared him in the eyes he could read her like an open book……made for toddlers and written in the most simple language that there exists. Hermione + Ron LOVE.
"Yes, really. But don't be ashamed of me. I won't tell anyone, I swear." Bill said honestly, placing a hand on the shoulder where the shirt hang loose.
Hermione sniffed as though she didn't believe him.
"Ron will come around, eventually. Every one knows he likes you. He is just trying to make you jealous." Bill said reassuringly.
"Well he is." Hermione snapped, not to Bill but to herself.
"Don't let him get to you. Pretend like you don't care and everything will be alright."
Alright, I'll try." Hermione sighed, pushing Bill out of her room and shutting the door. Then she grabbed a relaxing large book and slumped down onto the bed.
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"DINNER!" Molly's voice boomed through the house.
Harry and Ginny broke away from their first, very long but cautious kiss. Ginny took a deep breath and stared at Harry, she blushed lightly, "We have to get downstairs." She said, stating the obvious.
"I know." Harry said, taking her face in one of his hands, "Don't want to though." He added with a grin.
"Me neither," Ginny laughed, quickly pecking his lips.
Harry smiled, but it faded as he asked, "What are we going to tell the others?"
"Nothing." Ginny said simply, "My brothers will go mad when they find out I've been kissing a guy."
"Ah okay," Harry said wearily.
"Don't worry, in school we can be more….open about it." Ginny said reassuringly.
"Dont know if I can wait that long." Harry admitted with a sly grin.
"Well you better! C'mon! Food is waiting!" Ginny laughed, pulling him up and out of the door.
The walked down the stairs together, their fingers entwined.
But they let go just before entering the busy kitchen.
"GINNY!" Bill exclaimed loudly as he spotted his baby sister.
"Bill!" Ginny called back, her face glowing at the sight of her personal favorite.
"How are you my little imp." He asked as she sat down next to him.
"Fine, and you my big ogre?" she teased.
"Spiffing Gin." He laughed, ruffeling her hair.
"Good." Ginny said, taking some mashed potatoes onto her plate and started digging into them, but in an elegant way though.
"Attention, attention!" Mr. Weasley's voice said loudly over all the talking.
Everyone looked up curiously. They've been waiting for some sort of an announcement all day.
"Molly and I have been discussing our summer holidays since Christmas. And we have come to the conclusion; that this might be the last year we get to do things as a family. So, we send an owl to the Granger's (Hermione looked up with interest) and proposed a little holiday plan…for the Weasley's, The Granger's and Harry." Mr. Weasley explained to the group, who waited silently for more.
"The Granger's were really excited and mentioned that muggle camping was a great group activity." Molly added, but her announcement was only welcomed with groans.
"But muggle camping is really….dirty!" Fred exclaimed, "We cannot use ovens, and showers, toilets… ….and we have to sleep in very small tents. What's the fun in that?" George said, elaborating Fred's point.
"The family part. This way Ron, Hermione and Harry can spend time with their family and their friends." Arthur said quickly.
"Oh so we're doing this for them then? And if we wanted Harry to be with his family, you'd have invited those muggles!" Fred said rudely.
"Look, children, it's only for two weeks. And we'll do loads of fun stuff. Boating, walking, games, hunting for your own food, fishing, putting up tents….." Arthur said, hoping his children would be convinced of the fun of it.
"But Dad…what about our holiday? This might be yours but it isn't what we had in mind." George objected.
"Look George Julliard Weasley. No one but you and Fred are objecting. There is nothing wrong with a good family outing! And after this you are free to do what you like in the last week. We are leaving tomorrow and that's that." Molly snapped at George.
George opened his mouth but shut it again, instead he muttered something rude under his breath and started eating again.
"Well it sounds like fun. My parents never told me though." Hermione said nervously, breaking the tension and the silence.
Molly smiled kindly at her before shooting daggers at Fred and George.
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