Disclaimer: I have Harry Potter tied to a chair in my closet, but he's originally owned by J. K. Rowling. Plot belongs to me.
A/N: Well here's the first chapter. I hope you like. Tell me if there's any major mistakes.
Have you ever had to deal those people that wont just shut the bloody hell up? Ronald Weasley has. In fact he's been dealing with it every second, of every minute, of every day, for the past month! And frankly, he was getting fed up..
"Are you positive Harry's okay?"
"He's fine Ginny," Ron sneered through unwilling teeth.
"Has he replied to your last letter?"
He groaned, "Not yet Ginny."
"Has he -"
That's it! Ron felt like his head was about to explode. "No, Ginny he hasn't talked about anything that concerns you! Yes, he's bloody well fine! And since I know you're going to ask in ten more minutes.. No, he hasn't replied to my letter yet!" Sighing heavily, he let out a giant breath he'd been holding in ever since his sister entered the room.
Ginny turned pink at his sudden outburst. Then muttering something Ron didn't quite catch, she scurried out of his room. He grunted, collapsing back on his bed. Ginny was always a chatterbox. It's something he should be used to by now. But, lately it's all about one thing.. Harry.
She eats, breathes, and sleeps, nothing but Harry. She lost interest in quidditch, she lost interest in school, her world seemed to revolve around nothing but his best friend. The thought made Ron cringe. Harry never noticed Ginny. To him she was just his best mates sister that blushes, says incoherent things, and locks herself in her bedroom whenever he's around. This is what deeply worried Ron. Harry didn't like Ginny, yet Ginny seemed to be in love with Harry. That or seriously and mentally obsessed..
But the thing that really annoyed Ron wasn't the fact that Ginny liked Harry. No, it was the fact that he was sure Harry would like Ginny back if he got to know her. Then instead of Ginny gloating to him about Harry, she would talk to the bloody git herself. But as far as Ron knew, Ginny has never said as much as five words to him. Ever. Not once in the past three years! Absurd, isn't it? She obsesses over the guy all summer, yet when he finally comes, she refuses to do so much as look at him. She'd much rather stair at her feet and put her elbows in butter dishes. Yes, Ron noticed that in his second year. It was like some invisible force controlled her whenever Harry was around. Though he had to admit, it is nice to hear her shut-up for once.
Still, it doesn't seem the same without Ginny laughing, talking, joking, living. But Ron wasn't going to stand for it anymore. Nope. He's going to march right in her room and say, 'Act like yourself around Harry, or give up all hope of him ever liking you and crawl in a ruddy hole!' Yes. That sounded just about right.
Well, perhaps he could be a bit more sensitive than that. But, sensitivity defiantly wasn't Ron's best skill. He sighed, running his hands through his mused hair. Who always knows what do in any given situation? Ron smiled, only one person came to mind. Hermione Granger.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If someone was to say that Harry missed Hogwarts, it would be a serious understatement. Sitting in the middle of the crammed room he was forced to sleep in, Harry was half tempted to run out and scream "I'm lost!" at the top of his lungs, just so the Knight Bus would come and swift him away.
Dumbledore wouldn't be pleased if that would happen though. For some stupid reason he insisted Harry stayed there on Private Drive. It almost made him wonder about Dumbledore's sanity. For someone who claimed to care so much about him, he was doing a poor job at showing it. More than anything Harry would prefer to be at the Burrow, the closest thing he's ever had to a real home. But, he also had a stinging desire to be with Sirius. Harry had so many questions for him (most revolving around his parents) and Sirius was the only one who can give him the answers. Besides Remus, but Harry wasn't sure if he felt completely comfortable asking such personal questions to his former professor. Especially after their last encounter considering he turned into a giant man-slaughtering werewolf that almost got him killed. Not the best of memories..
Yes, he would feel much more comfortable and relaxed with Sirius. Problem was, Sirius was wanted for various murders he never committed. Which means Harry may never have the chance to really bond with his godfather..
He slammed his fist onto the wall angrily. This was all Peter Pettigrew's fault! And the idea of him cowering around in the streets somewhere sickened him further. How could someone betray there own friends? Harry sighed, slamming his head onto the pillow. He stole I side glance at the picture moving on his dresser. It was of his parents, they looked so happy.. care-free even. Harry would give anything to have that feeling.
He grimily picked up the photo to take a closer look; something he's done plenty of times before. He most likely mesmerized it's smallest features by now. Still, he couldn't seem get enough. He lightly brushed his thumb over the faces that were smiling happily up at him. Is that what love did to a person? His gazed turned to his mother's flushed face. She really was beautiful. Harry's dad seemed to notice too as he again smiled honorably at her and started spinning her around. Harry hoped he be able to do that with someone someday. Cho's image came to mind. She was rather pretty, but other than that he knew nothing about her. Just that she was in Ravenclaw and that she played quidditch. He smiled slightly, carefully placing the old photo back on the dresser. "Someday," he whispered to himself as he went to turn off his desk lamp. Hedwig hooted in reply.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"So it's came to our notice-"
"That someone-"
"Pacifically you-"
"Decided to play match-maker-"
"With said sister."
Ron sputtered, staring back in forth between the twins. "How did - How did you-?"
"We've been snatching your letters to and from Miss Granger since your second year mate."
"Surprised you haven't caught on."
"What?!" Ron gasped with wide eyes.
"Well we wanted to find out what was so bloody interesting about her.."
"So we decided to intervene."
"Apparently she's interesting enough to get our brother all hot and wound up, eh Fred?"
"Exactly George."
Ron's ears turned pink at the last remark. 'No,' was all he could think. 'He did not like Hermione. No way.'
..So he spent a little extra time getting ready when she came over. So maybe he spends a little more time on her letters than he does Harry's. That meant nothing, absolutely bloody nothing.
"..."
It did mean nothing right?
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ron lied.
"Shall we do a replay of this morning George?"
"I think that's in need Fred."
"Oh mum, is that a letter from Hermione?!" Fred wailed, doing a poor impersonation of their brother.
"You know she gets an Outstanding in everything mum? Did you know that?" George continued.
"Why yes Ronnie, I did know that!" Fred said in a high-pitched and unusually girly voice, "Oh I just can't wait until I have a bunch of bushy-red-headed kids in the backyard? Right Archie?" The color automatically drained from Ron's face.
"Right, Molly." George said in a low voice highly different from their father's.
"Mum did not say that! Shut it!" Ron squeaked still extremely pale.
"Well not while you were-"
"Still in the room." Fred finished.
Ron blushed pushing past his brothers and running down the stairs. Why, Oh why couldn't he be an only child? He sighed as he stumbled into the kitchen. In a flash he was at the kitchen table, stuffing what appeared to be freshly baked blueberry muffin in his mouth. When in doubt, stuff your face. That was Ron's motto.
"I see you haven't changed much." Ron half-choked, half-laughed, half-cried as he jerked around to face the one, the only-
"Hermione?!" Ron gaped.
"Er- yes?" she asked, confused at his astonishment. He continued to stare at her. She huffed, glaring at him menacingly, "It's not polite to stare Ron."
Ron shook his head and slowly drifted out of his trance. "Sorry," he muttered, "But what are you doing here? Er- not that I don't want you here." he added when he saw her get offended.
"Well I was invited," she said smugly, "Your brothers thought I'd enjoy being here for the last month of summer. Besides, your mother did buy me a ticket to the Quidditch World Cup."
"You hate Quidditch," he pointed out.
"No I don't!" Hermione argued, "I just know there's more to life than a silly sport."
"It is not a silly sport!" Ron retorted back at her.
"Oh yes, risking your life to fling around a ball isn't silly at all." she said sarcastically.
"Well, it's better than sitting an a library reading 'Hogwarts of History' for the umpteenth time."
Hermione made a gasping noise before turning her back and marching out of the kitchen toward the stairs.
"And where do you think you're going?" Ron called out to her.
"I'm going to Ginny's room if you must know!" she huffed. "And if you keep acting like a git," she added more quietly, "I wont be sharing with you any ideas on how to set her up with Harry either," she smirked and marched prudery up the stairs. Fred and George we're at the top, grinning idiotically having heard the whole thing.
"Awe, a lovers first spat.." Fred said in phony sweetness. Hermione shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't think that was their first," George added quite seriously.
"What are you two on about?" she asked suspiciously.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" Fred asked mockingly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and made her way to Ginny's room. "I don't even want to know," she stated as left them deserted in the hallway.
"This will be an interesting month." Fred commented.
"Interesting year."
"Interesting everything," Fred agreed.
"But -" George added wickedly.
"There's no reason for us-"
"Not to help out-"
"This interesting-"
"All too interesting-"
"Situation-"
"Our siblings are in." George finished, grinning widely at his brother.
"What do you say we send our friend Harry an invitation? It'll be no fun with out the-boy-who-"
"Saved our darling sister's life." George added quickly.
"Yes, no fun at all." Fred agreed.
George took a giant whiff of the air, "Love's in the air!" Fred laughed patting his brother on the back.
"Lets talk to Ron about Harry mate." George nodded in agreement stumbling down the stairs with Fred.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Five times this week. He had the same ruddy dream five times. Harry moaned rolling over in his bed. His scar hurt. Never a good sign..
At that moment something slammed in his window. "What the -" Harry muttered getting to look outside. He opened window, peeking down.
It was an owl. The owl Sirius gave Ron and it wasn't moving. Harry frowned thinking it was dead, when it suddenly flew up, hooting like the bloody Hogwarts express. Letters we're thrown all around Harry's room as it glided around. "Shut up!" Harry hissed, hoping the bird hadn't woken his Uncle.
Surprisingly the bird got quiet, but still zoomed swiftly around the room. Rolling his eyes Harry gathered all the letters. Immediately recognizing Ron's hand writing, he tore the first envelope open.
Hey mate!
Hope Pig's not giving you a hard time. Don't ask, I didn't name him..
Harry glanced up at the flying bird. Pig? Who would name a bird, Pig? He doesn't even resemble a pig. Though he doubted many birds do.
Are you excited for the Quidditch World Cup? Only three more weeks and you're out of there!
'Yes three more ruddy weeks.' Harry thought angrily, but continued reading.
Nothing exciting going on here. Mum's throwing a fuss about you. Dad continues to obsess over rubber ducks..
Harry snorted.
You know, the usual. Oh and Ginny continues to talk..
And talk..
And TALK!
Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
Would you like to know what she talks about?
You.
Harry blushed a little almost reluctant to keep reading.
'Harry this, Harry that' She's worse than mum.
Oh but don't worry she doesn't talk about how amazing and cute you are..
Harry blushed more getting a little embarrassed.
Okay that's a lie.
Yes, he was defiantly embarrassed now.
Look maybe if you just talk to her she'll act more like herself around you.. Maybe then this madness will end.
..Harry, I'm almost deaf.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Yes, you read right, deaf. If you don't talk to her, my eardrums will blow out of my head.
But, no pressure.
Just think about it.
Wishing you well (Hermione does too)
Ron
Harry re- read the letter and blushed a little bit harder. Okay, so Ginny liked him. What was he supposed to say? If he told her he didn't feel that way towards her she might end up - crying or something. He didn't want to make her cry..
Harry sighed and picked up another letter. It looked like Hermione's handwriting. Wait, did that mean she was at the burrow? Harry glanced back over at Ron's letter. 'Wishing you well (Hermione does too)' Harry grunted, narrowing his eyes. They invited Hermione but not him? He shook his head, opening the letter.
Dear Harry,
How has you're summer been? I'm sure you're confused as to why I'm at the burrow..
"Yeah, you could say that," he muttered darkly.
Well Fred and George invited me.
Harry's eyes widened.
Surprising, I know. Don't ask me why though. I have no idea how their brain works. I'm actually starting to wonder if they even have one.
Harry laughed out loud. He missed Hermione's know-it-all remarks..
I have a feeling you're next though. I just heard them mutter something about inviting you. I can't be too sure, because I was in Ginny's room at the time.. So I might have miss heard.
Harry frowned.
Don't give up yet though, because I'll be sure to talk to Ron about asking Miss Weasley (who I'm sure wont mind) about you coming early.
By the way Ron's being a git.
Harry grinned, 'In a fight already?' he thought knowingly.
'But you hate quidditch.' he says. 'Why are you here?' he says. Ugh! Sometimes I just want to smack in the head with a book!
Harry rolled his eyes. Leave it to Hermione to use books as her ultimate weapon.
By the way Ginny says 'Hi' among other things..
Harry blushed, eyes widening. 'Why is everyone mentioning her?'
I'm sorry, that didn't come out right. What I meant was she also has been wondering 'How you were?' , 'If the Dursely's were still being complete pest?', things like that.
Harry's blush softened a little, but remained there. 'Then why does she write me and ask those things?' he thought quietly.
Well, I hope to see you soon.
With Love,
Hermione
Harry shrugged off the thoughts of Ginny picking up another letter. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but knew immediately who it was when he opened the letter and saw the changes in the ink. Fred and George.
Hiya Harry!
Gred and Forge here! Wishing you a Merry Summer.
Well maybe it hasn't been so merry for you-
But that's all about to change.
Because you are personally invited-
To the wonderful-
Amazing-
Oh so fabulous-
Get on with it already.
Burrow!
We'll be there at four o'clock today. Mum doesn't know. So it'll probably be like a surprise birthday present for her.
Harry snorted.
Sure, she'll be all mad at first and say, 'I can't believe you got him with out my permission!'
But then she'll get all mellow and say, 'Harry dear, you're as skinny as ever! I'll whip up a big batch of pancakes!'
With Bacon-
And eggs-
A pound of sausage-
A jug of milk-
And plenty of fried potatoes.
..I hope you eat light today.
Because you'll most likely be stuffed with food here.
Spreading the love-
Oh yes, the love is spreading,
Gred and Forge
Harry laughed out loud at the letter. The twins always knew how to make the simplest things funny. He smiled throwing the papers back on the bed and dragging his trunk out from under it. He was leaving Private Drive and he couldn't have been happier.
A/N: Review and I might let you be Harry's new closet buddy. It gets very lonely in there..