Hello readers :) Welcome to the world of Dirty Little Half-Blood xx...This was the result of bordem and a physics lesson, hope you enjoy...
I thought I would treat you all to a new story, think of it as my Christmas Present to you all. :D
Now for a little background info:
* For the purpose of this Fiction, Ron and Hermione are both 18 so it's all totally legal :D (in wizard and muggle worlds)
* Fred didn't die (reasons for this will become clear in the near future...also Fred didn't deserve to die..so there!)
* Hermione didn't kiss Ron in the Hogwarts halls(YES Hogwarts NOT inside the Chamber of Secrets-thank you very much Warner Bros)
Hermione POV
I found myself stood in front of the Burrow. Dust lingered around me, the dry ground crumbling under the hard soles of my purple converse. I stared up a the faded red roof, squinting through the bright sunlight, trying to see Ron's window...Although it was pretty pointless, considering it was now quarter past one. But Ron might have only just woken up...It was a Saturday after all...
But knowing Molly, she wouldnt want him to go without a decent meal. So Ron was sure to be sat at the table enjoying his lunch, or perhaps his second breakfast. Unbelieveable really, I told him we would get something to eat while we were out, but he said he'd need 'something for the journey'. How he hadn't reached the size of Vernon Dursley, I will never know...
But I had to say, Ron had an amazing body. Toned, muscular but not steriod big...Thank Godric for Quidditch.
I wandered along the small lake that ran along the veranda of the Burrow and began to ponder about where we were going. Ron had been very mysterious about this. He told me Harry wasn't coming, and asked me to dress comfortably. I just hoped he wasn't planning another broomride.
I looked at my reflection, and began to doubt the efforts I had gone to to dress comfortably. Today I was going to make a move on Ron.
I know, cliche right? So many times I have wanted to grab that beautiful face and crash my lips to his...Have him wind his slender fingers through my bushy mane and never let go.
But of course this was the real world. Where I was fridgid and Ron was completely clueless as always. However dreamy he may be..
I realised how un-subtle I had made my efforts for attention. I was wearing a tight and fairly low cut purple vest under an open black shirt, with a pair of black shorts. My hair, although down and flowing, was sleek and fairly straight. Thank God for straightners and Skleek-Easy. My make up was light, apart from a little dark eyeliner. My lips a pale pink color and glossy.
My godric, I was showing off here! But like I said Ron wasn't exactly skilled in the art of subtlety...Nor had he been particularly good at taking hints
I jogged up to the house, my C cups bouncing all the way. I brushed myself off, neated my clothes and tried to de-dust my shoes. I knocked on the heavy wooden door. It was one of the Twins who opened the door.
"Hel-" He cut himself off mid speech and gulped. Apparently he had noticed the trouble I had gone to.
"I believe the word you are looking for is, 'Hello'. Now..." I paused as I checked for a left ear, Nope, just a hole. It's George alright.
"...George, Can I come in?" I continued.
George's hazel eyes were wide and his jaw hanging. I coughed loudly to try and regain his attention from my, uh, assets.
"Huh? Oh, ah, uh_Yeah come in" he stuttered, his ear turning bright red.
I giggled a little under my breath. This plan just might work...
As I gave the ritual hellos, hugs and smiles...I noticed something. Something very...Very...Odd.
Ron wasn't at the table. Yet lunch had already been laid out, it had hardly been touched, so he couldn't have eaten already. A place had even been set for him. I wondered where he was hiding.
Molly seemed to solve the conundrum for me and stood at the base of the stairs. "Ron...Ron!...RONALD!" she screeched, getting louder and slightly more stern with each call.
"What Mum!" He called back in his deep voice, sounding almost worried- or maybe it was excitement...
I poked my head into the stairwell to let him know I was here "Hey" I said meekly.
"Hermione! Oh Bloody Hell, you're early!" he squeaked, panicked.."Gimme a sec, I'll be right down!" he added, muttering to himself.
As Ron entered the kitchen I heard a loud boom echo from upstairs. Definatly Fred...George rushed upstairs. I assumed to help clear the damage.
"Hey" said Ron nervously...Why he was nervous, I'll never know. Oh right! The outfit...
"Hi Ron" I smiled as I hugged him. My Godric...He looked gorgeous! Dark red 3/4 combats and a checked red and white shirt, with white tennis shoes. His hair all ruffled.
"You look...Amazing!" he said beaming, his ears going slightly pink.
I simply blushed in reply "You look really good too" I giggled, noticing his ears start to flame.
"Err. Mum, where are the car keys?" asked Ron meekly
"Hold on...car keys? Why do we need the car keys?" I asked curiously
"Well, I know you hate flying and that's out the window" said Ron "Besides we're going back to London, right?"
I nodded in reply
"Well it'd look weird if we just appeared out of nowhere-so that throws out Apparation. So why not drive?" he added, smiling, looking rather pleased with his logic.
"W-w-well I suppose so yes! Are you feeling okay? You actually thought about this? Planned for me and thought ahead too!" I asked astounded
Ron wiped away a fake tear and sniffed "Well I do have something between my ears, y'know" and giggled.
"So Mum? Car Keys?" he asked again.
"In the fruit bowl...Under the grapes, I think. I needed to find another place to hide them. The twins are after the car again" whispered Molly
I winked and placed a finger over my lips in reply. Ron giggled and dug for the keys in the bowl.
"Ready? Come on then, the film starts in an hour and its a half hour drive!" called Ron as he jogged to the door, keys in hand.
So then...Would you like to see more of this? Review and let me know. Also please don't be afraid to critisise...I won't cry. But I won't stand for flamers! YOU WILL BE REMOVED. You have been warned :P and BTW Merry Christmas People!