A/N: OK, people, 90 of this story should be credited to "grumpy grizzly" because the whole plot is inspired by her, in fact, Flinch was actually her invention. So give it up for her! -people clapping in the background- …ahem, now, on with the story :)
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R, thus, I don't own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. I'm not grumpy grizzly either, so I also don't own Flinch. Which is tragic.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley slapped his freckled hand as Ron reached towards the treacle tart. "Can you not be patient for one minute?"
"But Mum, I'm starving!" Ron complained, eyeing the tart.
"They'll be here in less then an hour."
"An hour," muttered Ron. "As if I'm supposed to be able to wait that long. And plus, they probably won't even be on time!"
Mrs. Weasley glared at her son until he looked down shamefully.
"Oi, Charlie!" Bill yelled as he trooped down the stairs. "Where are you mate?"
"Here!" A muffled voice called. Seconds later, both brothers entered the kitchen.
"You seen my Gringotts letter?" Bill asked. "You're the one who was in my room earlier."
"No I wasn't. That was Percy," Charlie frowned.
"Percy!" Bill roared.
"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley hissed. "Quiet down! They're to arrive any minute!"
The Weasley's were in a rushed state as they awaited their good friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They were to stay with them for the night and leave with them tomorrow for Hogwarts. Of course, moments before their arrival, last minute tasks were to be organized.
"Mum," Ginny entered the room. "Hermione is sleeping in my room, right?"
"Gin, who'd you expect Hermione to sleep with? Unless you were planning to set up your room for Harry…" Ron trailed off mischievously.
"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed in utter disgust. "Argh!"
"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened.
"Sorry," shrugged Ron.
"Sure," Ginny muttered.
"OK, I won't repeat. Harry will be crashing in Ron's room. Hermione will be with Ginny. Everyone else will be in their normal rooms."
Ginny nodded and ran back inside.
"Mother," Percy called out. "The fireplace is lighting up!"
"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley smoothed down her apron and raced to the living room, along with the other Weasley's.
"No…I filed the orders for the Skiving Snackboxes. You are the one who did the Moth Mouths!" George argued as he and Fred raced down the stairs.
"Not true," Fred shook his head. "I did the orders for all the red coded snacks."
George paused. "Wait…" But before he could continue, a series of fiery green flames erupted from the fireplace, and seconds later, Hermione stood in the living room, smoothing down her ash covered hair.
"Whoops," she said lightly. Then, as if for the first time, she noticed the Weasley's, and broke into a grin.
"Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley smiled. "So good to see you!"
"Hey 'mione!" Ron exclaimed.
"Ron, I told you not to touch the pie!"
Ron's eyes widened as a centaur caught in a circle of giants. "'orry,"
Hermione giggled. "Hello Hermione," Bill smiled, giving her a tap on the back. "Welcome ba-"
Poof! Before Bill could finish, Harry stood, wide eyed, his glasses covered in ashes. "Hermione, you all right?"
"Harry!" Shrieked Mrs. Weasley. "You're all right!" She hugged them both tightly.
"Hey mate!" Ron exclaimed "You all right, then?"
"Never better!" Harry grinned. After a few minutes of shaking hands, they all entered the kitchen.
"I'm afraid you're a little too thin for my liking, Harry. Come on, there's some food ready to be eaten!"
Hermione, Ron, and Harry drew back until everyone was in the kitchen.
"How are you?" Hermione smiled.
"Good. Been a bit boring without you all, really. Honestly, Mum's been irritated with Fred 'n' George lately. They filed another order for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Terrible fight…" Ron shook his head. "How about you two?"
"Great." Harry smiled enthusiastically. "Apparently the Dursley's threw the Hogwarts "no underage magic" notification form, so they still feel threatened in my presence. I 'accidentally' busted Dudley's new bike."
"Brilliant!" Ron roared.
"But that's awful!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's dangerous, Harry. Can you imagine what Dumbledore would sa-"
"Hermione, you worry too much." Ron rolled his eyes.
Hermione retorted. "It's not like-"
"Harry! Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Where are you? The custard's getting cold!"
"Finally! Food!" Ron exclaimed. "C'mon, let's go."
A/N: Like it? Huh, huh, huh?! Lol, sorry. Point is, you'll all review, right? Promise? Because I'll do my best to update often, although I should be paying more attention to my longer stories…Ah well…hope you enjoyed, and PLEASE R&R! And yes, I know this wasn't well written. It happens alot, I have good plots, but they never come out well...my writing...the language...it's just so 'argh!' Lol, but whatever. I. Don't. Care. Check out my forums please!!