Title: LOL I Dunno 1/? (Who knows)
Author: Chaser
Disclaimer: this is where I tell you I don't own these characters…I don't own these characters, I borrow them on the weekends.
Pairing {s}: Dean x Ron (or the other way around when I get there), Ginny X Neville, Harry x Fern (OC mentioned)
Warning; None I can actually think of
Notes: Please don't ask about the title. This was suppose to be for Zy's challenge but I don't think it worked out that way. Yet there is still a chance it might. I will get them on that field, even if it kills me!!! I don't think there is a plot in this either but if you find it, please tell me where it is.
1 LOL I Dunno
Ron sat at his desk shuffling mountains of paperwork from one bin to another.
" Stupid complaint, stupid complaint, stupid complaint…" he said as he quickly scanned over several pieces of paper. "Oh look…another stupid complaint." Tossing a pink piece into what he had labeled the 'Stupid' bin.
Ronald Weasley stood up from his spot in the Complaint Department and smoothed back his untidy strawberry hair.
"I'm leaving." He stated aloud. Not as if he was heard by anyone but the small toy dog Harry had given him from his last trip to the Muggle world.
" Are you ready yet?" a voice came from behind him.
" Yeah, let's go." Ron told his best friend.
Harry and Ron left their jobs at the Ministry well after hours.
The two boys had been friends since childhood. Doing just about everything together, from getting into trouble and experiencing tragedies in their lives to the utmost joys and achievements.
Tonight the walk home to their shared home was unusually silent. Ron was in a foul mood again this evening. Snapping at his friend frequently.
" What's wrong with you?" Harry asked Ron when he snapped at him for the sixth time.
" Nothing…everything."
"Wanna talk about it?"
" No."
" Then stop trying to bite my head off every time I say something."
" I don't mean to." Ron began jamming his hands into his pockets. " It's just work stinks and I have to go see my family for Ginny's wedding."
" So what's got you all upset? Aren't you happy your sister's getting married?"
"Yeah." Ron said slowly.
" So what's the problem? Is it who's she marrying?"
" No, I like Neville. It's just that I got demoted to the Complaint department. That's like saying they won't fire me because they need to make their personnel quota and going home, I know I'm gonna hear it from my brothers and especially mom."
" Oh." Harry said trying to find the upside, yet found none. " Look just relax, if they bother you just turn one of them into a toad or something."
Ron laughed a bit at his friend. He was trying Ron thought. They reached their small rented house. It wasn't much but it was warm.
Harry quickly heated up some leftovers and the two boys eat dinner.
Harry was asleep before he finished his meal. Ron, who had barely touched his meal, covered his friend with a thin blanket and decided he wasn't sleepy.
Grabbing his coat, he left the house and went for a drink. Within half an hour Ronald Weasley was drowning his problems into a cup of fire whiskey.
He knew most of his problems were his own fault. Two months ago he had been out doing his job. He had been promoted to assistant; his goal was to become an Aurora so he was out gathering information on someone. He had information that someone was turning muggles into small creatures like rabbits and squirrels.
Ron held a list of missing muggles in his hand as he searched, caught and attempted to change these poor muggles back. Unfortunately he had found the unfortunate muggles and their attacker at the same time.
It was a small girl about the age of ten. She was sitting at what looked like a lemonade stand; selling and serving what he could only guess was the cursed drink to several unsuspecting people.
Ron thought he would save the trouble of filing the paperwork on this small child and scare her straight. Obviously she had taken one of her parents' wands and was having a bit of fun.
Walking up to the child he noticed that she was using the wand as a stirrer, so when she stirred the drink she charmed it and no one noticed. Ron chuckled to himself as he though she wasn't a stupid child. It looked like something George would have done, if there weren't of the fact that their mother would most likely kill him.
However Ronald approached the child and did his best to set her straight. He didn't do as good of a job as he thought he did, for the child told him to fig off and mind his own. Annoyed with the little blonde girl he grabbed a hold of her and her stolen wand, taking her back to his office.
Things went sour from then on. The child's parents were called in. it seemed as if all would be fine until the child's parents showed up. The blonde girls father decided that his little so called angel could do as she pleased and that Ron should have minded his business. Ron was told that she was just playing with stupid muggles and they were just getting what they deserved.
Naturally Ron objected and when he stated that one of his best friends was muggle born. The father told him he was a disgrace to his heritage. Stating that he had taken after his disgrace of a father.
Needless to say Ron never had a great deal of patience when it came to his family. The fact that his father was along in years and experiencing several medical mishaps did not make things any better.
The poor man never finished his line of insults for he was too occupied with the teeth that had been knocked out of his mouth by an extremely angry Weasley.
Twenty minutes after Ron hit the man he was demoted. Stuck where they place people they tend to forget about. Thinking back on that day Ron too another healthily mouthful of his drink.
It was a quarter past four; Ron was two shades darker than his hair and hiccuping between orders for more drinks. The bartender refused him, told him to go home and sleep it off.
As he staggered his way about the streets, Ron ran into and old friend, literally running into him.
" 'cuse me." he muttered.
"Ron? Ron Weasley…that you?"
" Yep! Me I is… I mean me I am. No, am me…no oh the hell wit it!"
" You're drunk!"
" And you're…who are you? I know you, you're…" Ron waved his finger through the air.
" Dean, Dean Thomas"
" I know you!"
" I should hope so. Do you need some help getting home?"
" No."
" You sure?"
"No…"
" Come on I'll walk you." Dean said grabbing hold of Ron's arm to keep him from falling over. " Where do you live?"
Ron walked with Dean as he babbled on about how he was not drunk and knew where he was going.
Dean would respond " Of course you're not," and " Of course you do?"
After Dean realized that they'd walked around the same street corner four times, following Ron's directions. He decided to just take the man home with him.
Ron felt his face become enjoyably warm. Turing over he smiled. The smell of brewing coffer filled the room.
"Mmmm… Muggle cofffe." Ron yawned as he stretched his sore limbs. " 'Arry make me a cup. My head's gonna explode." Ron yelled. Looking around he noticed things seemed a bit odd and out of place. " Hey when'd you change the room 'round? Must say this yellow's ugly but the blue's okay." He said looking at what he though was the new decor.
" Well I'm glad you approve." A voice from the door said, that sounded nothing like his best friends.
" Oh crap!" Ron said quickly and a little too loud. Grabbing he side of his head and closing his eyes he mumbled to himself not to talk so loud. Reminding him self to never drink again.
" And a good morning to you too Ron."
Taking a deep breath and putting on his best and widest smile he turned to face the stranger." Sorry, look ummm…" Ron began, thinking he had yet again broke into someone house to use their fireplace and instead fallen asleep. "I know you."
" I should hope so, we shared the same room for quite some years."
" You're…you're…the soccer boy…what was you're name…oh yeah Dean."
" I feel honored you actually remember my name."
" How could I forget. You're the delusion boy who thought that other game was better than Quidditch."
" It still is, how are you feeling?" Dean asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
" Like I got into a fight with a brick wall"
" Here this should help." Handing him a cup of hot coffee.
After taking a sip Ron spoke again, " Dean lemme ask you something."
" Yes?"
" What am I doing here and why am I wearing blue pajamas with white spotted balls on them?"
Dean laughed. " I found you staggering around late last night and tried taking you home?"
"Tried?"
" Yes tired, You kept walking me in circles so I brought you home with me."
" Okay that still doesn't explain the pajamas."
" Oh I had to change you up a bit. You had a small incident on the way here."
Ron's ears turned a ripe shade of pink, as did his face. He'd made a fool of himself yet all that registered to him or better yet all he could say was, " You saw me naked!"
Dean raised his eyebrow and took another sip from his cup. " Yep."
Embarrassed beyond belief Ron went to cover his face with his hands and ended up spilling his drink on himself.
Dean just laughed as he watched Ron jump, curse and try to get off the bed only to get tangled up in the sheets, ending up on the floor with his legs still on the bed.
" Oh stop laughing and help me up." Ron said.
After he stood laughing for a few moments, Dean helped Ron up onto the bed and went to leave the room. Ron was tossing the soaked and stained sheets on the floor as he apologized. " Sorry about that."
" S'ok don't worry about it. I'll just send you the bill." Dean smiled and left the room. " I'm gonna go get you a change of clothes. Make yourself at home."
" Thanks." Ron said still embarrassed.
Ron finished removing the wet bed sheets and took a good look at his surroundings. Dean's home was modestly decorated. Posters of his favorite teams still covered the walls as they did once before. The walls were striped yellow and blue with white borders. Not the prettiest thing but Ron figured it was probably like that when he moved in.
Shortly Dean returned with a fresh pair of pants. Ron removed the wet ones he had on and put on the dry ones.
The rest of the morning went relatively well considering Ron missed work.
Later in the day Ron sent an owl to his job about his absence and one to Harry who no doubt was wondering where he was.
" So what were you doing out there last night?" Dean asked Ron as they sat eating.
" Dunno, I got kind of smashed. "
" Kind of…more like totally. I heard your sister's getting married; what you were celebrating?"
" Not quite, more like drinking until you feel better."
" Why?"
" Nothing I wanna burden you with." Ron said trying to change the subject.
" No burden, I would really like to know what had you out drinking yourself blind."
Ron gave Dean the short version of his story. Laughing at certain parts as he remembered and said them aloud.
" You slugged some guy and now you answer complaints. Least now I know where to send your mail."
" It's not funny!" Ron tried to say with a straight face.
" Like hell it's not."
" Oh shut up! Anyway what were you doing out there?"
"Me?"
" No the ghost behind you."
"Herbert I said you have to stay out when I have company!" Dean yelled behind him.
Ron looked at Dean with much confusion. " You have a ghost?"
" Came with the house. He doesn't do much but ears drop on conversations. A bleedin' pervert if you ask me."
" Stop changing the subject, what were you doing out there last night. It must have been about dawn when you found me."
" I was doing stuff."
" Like? Chasing woman?"
" No."
"Then what?"
" You really want to know?"
" Of course I do, why else would I ask."
" I was looking to get laid."
Ron choked on his food and laughed. " You looking to get laid. Why, I thought girls would be beating down your door. I mean you're not a bad looking guy and all. What ya girlfriend left you?"
" No, beside I don't have one of those, haven't had one for years now. Not my cup of tea if you get me. "
" You kidding right?"
"No"
"Yeah I get you, not mine either."
" So what, you with Harry?"
" Oh gods no. He's with some girl named after a flower of some sort. Clover or something equally as stupid. "
"Well since we got ever that, I must ask this…"
" What?"
" Are you single?"
With a sigh Ron said, "Yes and it sucks! Why you ask?"
"Just wanted to know and besides I wanted to say you have the cutest butt I seen in a long time. " Dean said giving Ron a cheeky grin.
Ron however again turned various shades of red. The two boys talked a bit more until Ron received a response from the letters he'd sent earlier.
After opening the one from the ministry first Ron was again in a foul mood. " And to think I thought I could get no lower. I am now the assistant to the assistants, assistant in the department. Might as well make me head to the troll translation division."
The next letter was from Harry who was just glad he wasn't arrested for breaking and entering again. He also reminded Ron that he was to leave this afternoon to make it for his sisters wedding.
Dean watched as Ron face contorted as he read on. " Anything I can help with?"
" Unless you can turn my boss into a toad and somehow take me place at this wedding, no.
Dean tried his best to cheer his friend up the rest of the day with no luck. He however did Follow Ron home and helped him pack. Harry was home and the boys talked and joked around while they got ready.
" So you coming with us?" Harry asked Dean.
" Wasn't invited. Might seem a bit out of place to just show up. Not like I'm going as someone date or nothing."
" Okay, okay stop harassing me. I'll let you be my date if you behave." Ron said flinging a pillow at Dean.
" Oh thank you, you're too kind." Dean joked.
" Yeah I know, I'm just too good."
Harry laughed at his friends as they played around. " Well go get some clothes, I bet Mrs. Weasly'll be glad to have someone else to mother around."
Dean quickly popped back to his house and grabbed a few clothes. Popping right back and leaving with them to Ron's families house.
The Weasley home was busy with preparations for the wedding. Dean, Harry and Ron were the last to arrive. They were greeted by Mr. Weasley who hugged his son and Harry, shook Dean's hand and was taken away by one of Ron's nieces.
Ron ushered everyone up to his old bedroom so they could drop off their bags. Going back downstairs he introduced Dean, while Harry helped his father try and find a missing child.
Dean was amazed at the sheer sized of his family. He had never seen so many people who looked the same in one room.
He shook so many hands that he didn't actually know whom as whom. Once he lost Ron in the crowd of red heads and found himself outside talking to Percy. Percy was telling him about his assignment for the ministry and was boring the living death out of him.
Bill who asked Percy a question saved him. Dean found himself in the back yard with one of the twins.
"Dean what are you doing here?"
" Fred?"
" Nope wrong."
"George then, I'm here to see Ginny's wedding. Who she marrying anyway?"
" Neville Longbottom."
Dean looked slightly surprised. He never thought Ginny would find a mate in Neville. Then again Dean had little hope Neville would ever find someone who could deal with him.
" Congratulations on you're litter." Dean said that as a small red head boy poked George in the back with a toy broom.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy! Gran says I'm gonna be a 'iuddith player like Krum!" the child said excitedly.
"That's great Zachary, now why don't you go tell that to Uncle Percy and make sure you poke him too okay." George told his little boy pointing over to where his brother was. " So where's ya wife, girlfriend, date person?"
" Umm I think he's inside."
" You mean she?"
" No I mean he as in boy."
" Oh…why didn't you tell me."
" I dunno it slipped my mind."
" So who is it? Do I know'em? They better be cute. Can't have your date messin' up the pictures."
Dean laughed, " Ron."
" Ron who? I dunno know any Ron's."
" You're brother…"
George didn't say anything after that. Dean instantly regretted saying that. It never dawned on him that maybe Ron wasn't as open about his sexual preference as he was. Dean contemplated telling George he had only been joking when George finally said something.
" He better be on top damn it."
TBC….
Author: Chaser
Disclaimer: this is where I tell you I don't own these characters…I don't own these characters, I borrow them on the weekends.
Pairing {s}: Dean x Ron (or the other way around when I get there), Ginny X Neville, Harry x Fern (OC mentioned)
Warning; None I can actually think of
Notes: Please don't ask about the title. This was suppose to be for Zy's challenge but I don't think it worked out that way. Yet there is still a chance it might. I will get them on that field, even if it kills me!!! I don't think there is a plot in this either but if you find it, please tell me where it is.
1 LOL I Dunno
Ron sat at his desk shuffling mountains of paperwork from one bin to another.
" Stupid complaint, stupid complaint, stupid complaint…" he said as he quickly scanned over several pieces of paper. "Oh look…another stupid complaint." Tossing a pink piece into what he had labeled the 'Stupid' bin.
Ronald Weasley stood up from his spot in the Complaint Department and smoothed back his untidy strawberry hair.
"I'm leaving." He stated aloud. Not as if he was heard by anyone but the small toy dog Harry had given him from his last trip to the Muggle world.
" Are you ready yet?" a voice came from behind him.
" Yeah, let's go." Ron told his best friend.
Harry and Ron left their jobs at the Ministry well after hours.
The two boys had been friends since childhood. Doing just about everything together, from getting into trouble and experiencing tragedies in their lives to the utmost joys and achievements.
Tonight the walk home to their shared home was unusually silent. Ron was in a foul mood again this evening. Snapping at his friend frequently.
" What's wrong with you?" Harry asked Ron when he snapped at him for the sixth time.
" Nothing…everything."
"Wanna talk about it?"
" No."
" Then stop trying to bite my head off every time I say something."
" I don't mean to." Ron began jamming his hands into his pockets. " It's just work stinks and I have to go see my family for Ginny's wedding."
" So what's got you all upset? Aren't you happy your sister's getting married?"
"Yeah." Ron said slowly.
" So what's the problem? Is it who's she marrying?"
" No, I like Neville. It's just that I got demoted to the Complaint department. That's like saying they won't fire me because they need to make their personnel quota and going home, I know I'm gonna hear it from my brothers and especially mom."
" Oh." Harry said trying to find the upside, yet found none. " Look just relax, if they bother you just turn one of them into a toad or something."
Ron laughed a bit at his friend. He was trying Ron thought. They reached their small rented house. It wasn't much but it was warm.
Harry quickly heated up some leftovers and the two boys eat dinner.
Harry was asleep before he finished his meal. Ron, who had barely touched his meal, covered his friend with a thin blanket and decided he wasn't sleepy.
Grabbing his coat, he left the house and went for a drink. Within half an hour Ronald Weasley was drowning his problems into a cup of fire whiskey.
He knew most of his problems were his own fault. Two months ago he had been out doing his job. He had been promoted to assistant; his goal was to become an Aurora so he was out gathering information on someone. He had information that someone was turning muggles into small creatures like rabbits and squirrels.
Ron held a list of missing muggles in his hand as he searched, caught and attempted to change these poor muggles back. Unfortunately he had found the unfortunate muggles and their attacker at the same time.
It was a small girl about the age of ten. She was sitting at what looked like a lemonade stand; selling and serving what he could only guess was the cursed drink to several unsuspecting people.
Ron thought he would save the trouble of filing the paperwork on this small child and scare her straight. Obviously she had taken one of her parents' wands and was having a bit of fun.
Walking up to the child he noticed that she was using the wand as a stirrer, so when she stirred the drink she charmed it and no one noticed. Ron chuckled to himself as he though she wasn't a stupid child. It looked like something George would have done, if there weren't of the fact that their mother would most likely kill him.
However Ronald approached the child and did his best to set her straight. He didn't do as good of a job as he thought he did, for the child told him to fig off and mind his own. Annoyed with the little blonde girl he grabbed a hold of her and her stolen wand, taking her back to his office.
Things went sour from then on. The child's parents were called in. it seemed as if all would be fine until the child's parents showed up. The blonde girls father decided that his little so called angel could do as she pleased and that Ron should have minded his business. Ron was told that she was just playing with stupid muggles and they were just getting what they deserved.
Naturally Ron objected and when he stated that one of his best friends was muggle born. The father told him he was a disgrace to his heritage. Stating that he had taken after his disgrace of a father.
Needless to say Ron never had a great deal of patience when it came to his family. The fact that his father was along in years and experiencing several medical mishaps did not make things any better.
The poor man never finished his line of insults for he was too occupied with the teeth that had been knocked out of his mouth by an extremely angry Weasley.
Twenty minutes after Ron hit the man he was demoted. Stuck where they place people they tend to forget about. Thinking back on that day Ron too another healthily mouthful of his drink.
It was a quarter past four; Ron was two shades darker than his hair and hiccuping between orders for more drinks. The bartender refused him, told him to go home and sleep it off.
As he staggered his way about the streets, Ron ran into and old friend, literally running into him.
" 'cuse me." he muttered.
"Ron? Ron Weasley…that you?"
" Yep! Me I is… I mean me I am. No, am me…no oh the hell wit it!"
" You're drunk!"
" And you're…who are you? I know you, you're…" Ron waved his finger through the air.
" Dean, Dean Thomas"
" I know you!"
" I should hope so. Do you need some help getting home?"
" No."
" You sure?"
"No…"
" Come on I'll walk you." Dean said grabbing hold of Ron's arm to keep him from falling over. " Where do you live?"
Ron walked with Dean as he babbled on about how he was not drunk and knew where he was going.
Dean would respond " Of course you're not," and " Of course you do?"
After Dean realized that they'd walked around the same street corner four times, following Ron's directions. He decided to just take the man home with him.
Ron felt his face become enjoyably warm. Turing over he smiled. The smell of brewing coffer filled the room.
"Mmmm… Muggle cofffe." Ron yawned as he stretched his sore limbs. " 'Arry make me a cup. My head's gonna explode." Ron yelled. Looking around he noticed things seemed a bit odd and out of place. " Hey when'd you change the room 'round? Must say this yellow's ugly but the blue's okay." He said looking at what he though was the new decor.
" Well I'm glad you approve." A voice from the door said, that sounded nothing like his best friends.
" Oh crap!" Ron said quickly and a little too loud. Grabbing he side of his head and closing his eyes he mumbled to himself not to talk so loud. Reminding him self to never drink again.
" And a good morning to you too Ron."
Taking a deep breath and putting on his best and widest smile he turned to face the stranger." Sorry, look ummm…" Ron began, thinking he had yet again broke into someone house to use their fireplace and instead fallen asleep. "I know you."
" I should hope so, we shared the same room for quite some years."
" You're…you're…the soccer boy…what was you're name…oh yeah Dean."
" I feel honored you actually remember my name."
" How could I forget. You're the delusion boy who thought that other game was better than Quidditch."
" It still is, how are you feeling?" Dean asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
" Like I got into a fight with a brick wall"
" Here this should help." Handing him a cup of hot coffee.
After taking a sip Ron spoke again, " Dean lemme ask you something."
" Yes?"
" What am I doing here and why am I wearing blue pajamas with white spotted balls on them?"
Dean laughed. " I found you staggering around late last night and tried taking you home?"
"Tried?"
" Yes tired, You kept walking me in circles so I brought you home with me."
" Okay that still doesn't explain the pajamas."
" Oh I had to change you up a bit. You had a small incident on the way here."
Ron's ears turned a ripe shade of pink, as did his face. He'd made a fool of himself yet all that registered to him or better yet all he could say was, " You saw me naked!"
Dean raised his eyebrow and took another sip from his cup. " Yep."
Embarrassed beyond belief Ron went to cover his face with his hands and ended up spilling his drink on himself.
Dean just laughed as he watched Ron jump, curse and try to get off the bed only to get tangled up in the sheets, ending up on the floor with his legs still on the bed.
" Oh stop laughing and help me up." Ron said.
After he stood laughing for a few moments, Dean helped Ron up onto the bed and went to leave the room. Ron was tossing the soaked and stained sheets on the floor as he apologized. " Sorry about that."
" S'ok don't worry about it. I'll just send you the bill." Dean smiled and left the room. " I'm gonna go get you a change of clothes. Make yourself at home."
" Thanks." Ron said still embarrassed.
Ron finished removing the wet bed sheets and took a good look at his surroundings. Dean's home was modestly decorated. Posters of his favorite teams still covered the walls as they did once before. The walls were striped yellow and blue with white borders. Not the prettiest thing but Ron figured it was probably like that when he moved in.
Shortly Dean returned with a fresh pair of pants. Ron removed the wet ones he had on and put on the dry ones.
The rest of the morning went relatively well considering Ron missed work.
Later in the day Ron sent an owl to his job about his absence and one to Harry who no doubt was wondering where he was.
" So what were you doing out there last night?" Dean asked Ron as they sat eating.
" Dunno, I got kind of smashed. "
" Kind of…more like totally. I heard your sister's getting married; what you were celebrating?"
" Not quite, more like drinking until you feel better."
" Why?"
" Nothing I wanna burden you with." Ron said trying to change the subject.
" No burden, I would really like to know what had you out drinking yourself blind."
Ron gave Dean the short version of his story. Laughing at certain parts as he remembered and said them aloud.
" You slugged some guy and now you answer complaints. Least now I know where to send your mail."
" It's not funny!" Ron tried to say with a straight face.
" Like hell it's not."
" Oh shut up! Anyway what were you doing out there?"
"Me?"
" No the ghost behind you."
"Herbert I said you have to stay out when I have company!" Dean yelled behind him.
Ron looked at Dean with much confusion. " You have a ghost?"
" Came with the house. He doesn't do much but ears drop on conversations. A bleedin' pervert if you ask me."
" Stop changing the subject, what were you doing out there last night. It must have been about dawn when you found me."
" I was doing stuff."
" Like? Chasing woman?"
" No."
"Then what?"
" You really want to know?"
" Of course I do, why else would I ask."
" I was looking to get laid."
Ron choked on his food and laughed. " You looking to get laid. Why, I thought girls would be beating down your door. I mean you're not a bad looking guy and all. What ya girlfriend left you?"
" No, beside I don't have one of those, haven't had one for years now. Not my cup of tea if you get me. "
" You kidding right?"
"No"
"Yeah I get you, not mine either."
" So what, you with Harry?"
" Oh gods no. He's with some girl named after a flower of some sort. Clover or something equally as stupid. "
"Well since we got ever that, I must ask this…"
" What?"
" Are you single?"
With a sigh Ron said, "Yes and it sucks! Why you ask?"
"Just wanted to know and besides I wanted to say you have the cutest butt I seen in a long time. " Dean said giving Ron a cheeky grin.
Ron however again turned various shades of red. The two boys talked a bit more until Ron received a response from the letters he'd sent earlier.
After opening the one from the ministry first Ron was again in a foul mood. " And to think I thought I could get no lower. I am now the assistant to the assistants, assistant in the department. Might as well make me head to the troll translation division."
The next letter was from Harry who was just glad he wasn't arrested for breaking and entering again. He also reminded Ron that he was to leave this afternoon to make it for his sisters wedding.
Dean watched as Ron face contorted as he read on. " Anything I can help with?"
" Unless you can turn my boss into a toad and somehow take me place at this wedding, no.
Dean tried his best to cheer his friend up the rest of the day with no luck. He however did Follow Ron home and helped him pack. Harry was home and the boys talked and joked around while they got ready.
" So you coming with us?" Harry asked Dean.
" Wasn't invited. Might seem a bit out of place to just show up. Not like I'm going as someone date or nothing."
" Okay, okay stop harassing me. I'll let you be my date if you behave." Ron said flinging a pillow at Dean.
" Oh thank you, you're too kind." Dean joked.
" Yeah I know, I'm just too good."
Harry laughed at his friends as they played around. " Well go get some clothes, I bet Mrs. Weasly'll be glad to have someone else to mother around."
Dean quickly popped back to his house and grabbed a few clothes. Popping right back and leaving with them to Ron's families house.
The Weasley home was busy with preparations for the wedding. Dean, Harry and Ron were the last to arrive. They were greeted by Mr. Weasley who hugged his son and Harry, shook Dean's hand and was taken away by one of Ron's nieces.
Ron ushered everyone up to his old bedroom so they could drop off their bags. Going back downstairs he introduced Dean, while Harry helped his father try and find a missing child.
Dean was amazed at the sheer sized of his family. He had never seen so many people who looked the same in one room.
He shook so many hands that he didn't actually know whom as whom. Once he lost Ron in the crowd of red heads and found himself outside talking to Percy. Percy was telling him about his assignment for the ministry and was boring the living death out of him.
Bill who asked Percy a question saved him. Dean found himself in the back yard with one of the twins.
"Dean what are you doing here?"
" Fred?"
" Nope wrong."
"George then, I'm here to see Ginny's wedding. Who she marrying anyway?"
" Neville Longbottom."
Dean looked slightly surprised. He never thought Ginny would find a mate in Neville. Then again Dean had little hope Neville would ever find someone who could deal with him.
" Congratulations on you're litter." Dean said that as a small red head boy poked George in the back with a toy broom.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy! Gran says I'm gonna be a 'iuddith player like Krum!" the child said excitedly.
"That's great Zachary, now why don't you go tell that to Uncle Percy and make sure you poke him too okay." George told his little boy pointing over to where his brother was. " So where's ya wife, girlfriend, date person?"
" Umm I think he's inside."
" You mean she?"
" No I mean he as in boy."
" Oh…why didn't you tell me."
" I dunno it slipped my mind."
" So who is it? Do I know'em? They better be cute. Can't have your date messin' up the pictures."
Dean laughed, " Ron."
" Ron who? I dunno know any Ron's."
" You're brother…"
George didn't say anything after that. Dean instantly regretted saying that. It never dawned on him that maybe Ron wasn't as open about his sexual preference as he was. Dean contemplated telling George he had only been joking when George finally said something.
" He better be on top damn it."
TBC….