"Harry, dear, it's time to get up!" The gentle and friendly voice of Mrs.
Weasley broke through his dreaming state. She continued to shake him
gently until Harry finally opened his eyes, blearily.
"S'really time to go?" Harry asked drowsily.
"Yes, dear, now where are Ron and Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Harry's eyes shot open, alarmed. What would he do? Should he tell
her that he, himself, had heard Ron and Hermione making love just the night
before?
"In the other room?" Harry replied, innocently.
"What! I told them to keep their hands off each other while they are
staying in this house! Think of the example they're setting for Ginny!"
Mrs. Weasley shouted.
Harry looked at his hands guiltily. He knew that they had set an
example, considering what had happened between himself and Ginny the night
before.
She stormed out of the room and thundered down the hall. He braced
himself for the echoes of screams coming from the room two down from his.
He ran out of the room, into the other, to find two extremely embarrassed
people, who were looking highly violated.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Ronald Johnson!" Mrs. Weasley
screamed. Ron turned red and as he covered himself up. Hermione looked
like she could have died just then and there.
"M-Mum . . ." Ron sputtered.
"No 'Mum' this time Ronald! I told you! Keep your hands off
Hermione in MY HOUSE!" Mrs. Weasley looked extremely flushed. "Who knew
that my own son would disobey my rules!"
Mrs. Weasley turned her heel and left the room in a rush.
It was quite an awkward moment. Harry standing in the doorway,
looking his best friends in the eye, whom were both naked to the bone.
Nothing keeping them separate except those thin blankets. Terrible images
came to Harry's mind.
Harry started to laugh. He started to laugh hard. Hermione looked
at Ron and they started to laugh too. Harry was on his knees because he
was laughing so hard. Ron's hard guffaw was echoing around the room, and
Hermione's cute giggle was resounding, also.
"I think . . . I think I should definitely go get changed," Hermione
said, gathering all the blankets around her, leaving Ron with only a sheet.
Harry walked over to the bed and sat down. He looked at Ron and
said, "So . . . how was it?"
Ron grinned embarrassedly and started filling Harry in on all of the
dirty details of the night before.
Harry was shocked. "Hermione's some kind of," he hesitated for a
moment, "scarlet woman!"
"No, she's just good in bed," Ron said, leaning his head against the
bedpost.
Hermione came out of the bathroom and looked at Harry, who had a
shocked look on his face, and Ron, who was looking quite satisfied.
"Just what were you talking about out here?" Hermione asked.
"What makes you think we were talking about anything?" Ron asked.
"From deductive reasoning," Hermione replied.
"Well, I was just telling Harry how good you are in the sack," Ron
said, laughing gruntily to himself.
Hermione looked extremely violated. She dropped her brush, which was
in her right hand.
"Ron!" Hermione said, a mix between anger and embarrassment.
She grabbed her packed trunk and stormed out of the room.
"Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, Ron," Harry said, laughing
hard.
"I thought she'd be flattered!" Ron said, as he gathered his sheet
and walked to the bathroom.
The next few hours were quite hectic. People mumbling, "Good mornings," to each other, and pieces of egg were stuck on everybody's chin. As soon as the Ministry cars were packed to the top with trunks, screeching owls, and a small hiss of a cat, all of the seven Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry packed into the backs of the cars. Harry was in a car with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione. The other car was Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley. Percy had come to see them all off on to their journey to Hogwarts. Percy had just turned twenty, and was very busy with his work, so the average person rarely ever saw him away from the Ministry. Fred and George were never away from their Joke Shop, but they had decided to come along. The drive to King's Cross wasn't too long, and as Harry had Ginny to occupy himself, it seemed like ten minutes. Ginny's hand mysteriously kept creeping up Harry's leg, causing Harry to have to cover up his groin, as something kept rising. Ginny's seductive smile drove Harry crazy. He was quite glad to know that they had reached King's Cross. He had to direct himself to the restrooms, where he could take care of his little problem. After he left the bathroom, he walked over the seven Weasleys and Hermione. Ron gave him a curious look, glanced at his leg, and started to crack up. "Now, Ronald! What is the matter with you!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Ron fought hard to contain himself and managed, "Nothing," as he doubled up with silent laughter. "Now Harry, dear, you go through with Ginny," Mrs. Weasley ordered. Harry didn't like the thought of this. Ginny had a medieval power over him that no one but she could control. As Harry and Ginny lined up next to each other, Ginny looked over at him and gave him one of her flashy smiles. Harry stared straight ahead, forcing to control himself. Harry's eyes drifted over to Hermione's cleavage, which she had made quite noticeable today. He went into a trance as he watched her breasts bounce up and down with her sexy gait. Before he knew it, he had been transformed into a new world, looking at the scarlet steam engine, the Hogwarts Express. Harry waited for the others to come through the barrier and continued his walk on the platform. The train door was open, and saw the conductor reach out and say, without looking, "Come on, now!" Harry didn't take his hand and the conductor reached out, looking quite annoyed. When he saw Harry, the irritation vanished. "H-Harry . . . P-Potter?" the conductor said. Harry gave Mr. Weasley an odd look. Had this been what he meant about people acting differently towards him? Before he knew it, the conductor had sunken onto his knees and began kissing his feet. "Y-y-you could be the o-o-one to save us a-all," he sputtered through his gale tears. "Harry Potter! The Arrow of Light! Delay all train journeys! Our Savior has come!" the conductor announced. Hundreds of people flocked over to where Harry, the God, was standing. They formed a single file line, and one by one, they came up to Harry and either kissed his hands or kissed his feet. There was one boy, whom Harry recognized, as Stan Shunpike, the conductor of the Knight Bus. "Harry Potter was on the Knight Bus that I directed!" Stan boomed to anyone who would listen. Another familiar face showed up at Harry's feet. It was Dedalus Diggle, a man he had meant in the Leaky Cauldron in his first year. "Harry, shake my hand! I felt your glory one time, and I need to feel it again!" Harry was quite scared of all these people. He heard a faint pop next to him and looked over to find his godfather, Sirius Black. "Dedalus! You shall get up off your feet and stop worshipping this seventeen year old boy," Sirius said. "Sirius," Dedalus nodded, stiffly. Sirius' name had been clear since sixth year, but many people did not agree with the judgment. Many still thought him to be a vicious murderer, who had murdered thirteen people with a single curse. Many did not know the true story behind that murder. It had actually been Peter Pettigrew, who had faked his own death and disguised himself as a rat, and Ron's pet, for eleven years, until his master, Lord Voldemort, had risen again. Sirius led Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny onto the train and into a private compartment.
The next few hours were quite hectic. People mumbling, "Good mornings," to each other, and pieces of egg were stuck on everybody's chin. As soon as the Ministry cars were packed to the top with trunks, screeching owls, and a small hiss of a cat, all of the seven Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry packed into the backs of the cars. Harry was in a car with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione. The other car was Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley. Percy had come to see them all off on to their journey to Hogwarts. Percy had just turned twenty, and was very busy with his work, so the average person rarely ever saw him away from the Ministry. Fred and George were never away from their Joke Shop, but they had decided to come along. The drive to King's Cross wasn't too long, and as Harry had Ginny to occupy himself, it seemed like ten minutes. Ginny's hand mysteriously kept creeping up Harry's leg, causing Harry to have to cover up his groin, as something kept rising. Ginny's seductive smile drove Harry crazy. He was quite glad to know that they had reached King's Cross. He had to direct himself to the restrooms, where he could take care of his little problem. After he left the bathroom, he walked over the seven Weasleys and Hermione. Ron gave him a curious look, glanced at his leg, and started to crack up. "Now, Ronald! What is the matter with you!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Ron fought hard to contain himself and managed, "Nothing," as he doubled up with silent laughter. "Now Harry, dear, you go through with Ginny," Mrs. Weasley ordered. Harry didn't like the thought of this. Ginny had a medieval power over him that no one but she could control. As Harry and Ginny lined up next to each other, Ginny looked over at him and gave him one of her flashy smiles. Harry stared straight ahead, forcing to control himself. Harry's eyes drifted over to Hermione's cleavage, which she had made quite noticeable today. He went into a trance as he watched her breasts bounce up and down with her sexy gait. Before he knew it, he had been transformed into a new world, looking at the scarlet steam engine, the Hogwarts Express. Harry waited for the others to come through the barrier and continued his walk on the platform. The train door was open, and saw the conductor reach out and say, without looking, "Come on, now!" Harry didn't take his hand and the conductor reached out, looking quite annoyed. When he saw Harry, the irritation vanished. "H-Harry . . . P-Potter?" the conductor said. Harry gave Mr. Weasley an odd look. Had this been what he meant about people acting differently towards him? Before he knew it, the conductor had sunken onto his knees and began kissing his feet. "Y-y-you could be the o-o-one to save us a-all," he sputtered through his gale tears. "Harry Potter! The Arrow of Light! Delay all train journeys! Our Savior has come!" the conductor announced. Hundreds of people flocked over to where Harry, the God, was standing. They formed a single file line, and one by one, they came up to Harry and either kissed his hands or kissed his feet. There was one boy, whom Harry recognized, as Stan Shunpike, the conductor of the Knight Bus. "Harry Potter was on the Knight Bus that I directed!" Stan boomed to anyone who would listen. Another familiar face showed up at Harry's feet. It was Dedalus Diggle, a man he had meant in the Leaky Cauldron in his first year. "Harry, shake my hand! I felt your glory one time, and I need to feel it again!" Harry was quite scared of all these people. He heard a faint pop next to him and looked over to find his godfather, Sirius Black. "Dedalus! You shall get up off your feet and stop worshipping this seventeen year old boy," Sirius said. "Sirius," Dedalus nodded, stiffly. Sirius' name had been clear since sixth year, but many people did not agree with the judgment. Many still thought him to be a vicious murderer, who had murdered thirteen people with a single curse. Many did not know the true story behind that murder. It had actually been Peter Pettigrew, who had faked his own death and disguised himself as a rat, and Ron's pet, for eleven years, until his master, Lord Voldemort, had risen again. Sirius led Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny onto the train and into a private compartment.