Summary: It's back to the Burrow we go, and Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron
come to some realizations about themselves. Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron.
A/N: Sorry this part took me so long to put up.school and the musical I was in took up all of my free time. Good thing there's Spring Vacation! Hehe. Expect to see some more chapters up this week. ;)
~*~ Blind to the Truth ~*~
Part 3
"Ron, Fred, George, Percy! Get down here for breakfast, before your food gets cold!" Mrs. Weasley's booming voice always seemed to always shake the Burrow, and this summer's morning was no exception. It was amazing that the house didn't topple over from the beginning.if you saw the outside of it, you would understand why. The house itself looked like some sort of an abstract art piece. It was so crooked and jumbled that a passing muggle would be afraid to come near it because they'd think it would topple all over them. Any witch or wizard, however, would draw that it was held up by magic. The interior was just as crazy as exterior. If Harry Potter's aunt, Petunia, saw this house, she'd probably have a heart attack. The furniture was completely mismatched, everything was jumbled, and it could only be pictured as a fairytale house. But amongst all of it, it had a very homely feeling, which was why one could love it so. In the kitchen, Ginny Weasley was helping her mother set the table. The wafting smell of Molly Weasley's cooking filled the air, something that would make anybody's stomach churn. Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter for a moment. 'My, how she's grown. She isn't such a little girl anymore, now is she? Oh, dear me! How she's grown!' Mrs. Weasley beamed. Ginny had had a sense that she was being watched, but didn't decide to turn until just then. She looked at her mother with an amused frown. "What?" Mrs. Weasley snapped out of her reminiscing. "Oh! Uh.it's nothing, dear." "Mum, you were looking at me very strangely. Do I have a big spot on my face or something?" Ginny exclaimed, suddenly stopping to feel her face in fear. "Oh, no, dear! It's just that.well." Ginny frowned again, but with a bit of agitation this time. "Well?" "It's just.oh, Ginny, you've grown so much!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, mum." "Yeah, Ginny, it'll be really hard keeping the boys away from you this year!" Fred jeered, followed closely by George.or at least I think it was Fred. "Now, cut it out!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Sit down, you two.eggs and toast and sausage." Fred and George licked their lips and sat down in unison. Ginny shook her head and sat down at her own seat. Mrs. Weasley busily dished out, and a few seconds later Ron came in, stretching and yawning. Ginny turned her head away from him very quickly and muttered, "Lazy bum.heaven only knows why Hermione." "Huh?" Ron said, bewildered. Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes. Honestly, her brother was pretty thick sometimes. Mrs. Weasley cocked an eyebrow but decided to not get in the middle of Ginny and Ron's problems. It was hard enough listening to anything Voldemort-related as it was. Instead she turned her attention to see if everyone was at the table, and was sad to see it was the usual. "No Percy." Ron frowned. "That great prat! Locking himself up in his room." Fred and George shook their heads. "What an idiot, too, passing up mum's delicious cooking!" Mrs. Weasley smiled slightly at her children. "Well, it's nice to know I'm good for something." Ron looked up all of a sudden, as though a lightning bolt had struck him with his present thought. "Hey, mum? Have you talked to Dumbledore about when Harry can come over?" Mrs. Weasley looked up at her freckled son. His blue eyes seemed to have an eagerness for something forward to look to. Honestly, she couldn't blame him. She smiled. "Yes, Ron. I spoke with him just last night, and your father is speaking to him today. We decided that it was better if we could get this taken care of soon, so we can all try to have an enjoyable summer holiday. We're going to try for this Saturday. Dumbledore will have to speak with Harry's aunt and uncle, though" she said with thin lips. She never voiced it, but she really disliked that family of Harry's. She felt Harry deserved a better home, but Dumbledore had had his reasons. Ron grinned. "Oh, Harry's just gonna love explaining that to those muggles. I bet when they hear the name Dumbledore, they'll think he's putting a curse on them or something." In spite of herself, Ginny smiled too. Now that she thought about it, the name Dumbledore did sound a bit odd. Suddenly, the sound of an owl could be heard, and everyone turned towards the window. It was Pig, and he was flying very fast.without really looking where he was going. Ginny had just washed the windows, and they were shut, too. "Uh-oh" Ginny muttered. CRASH! Pig hit the window and sled down. Ron went over, shaking his head. "Stupid owl.never looks where he's going." "Following in the tradition of Errol!" one of the twins exclaimed. Ron picked up Pig and was about to untie the letter from his leg when he hopped away and flew over to Ginny. He hooted with pride and stuck his leg out to her and she untied the letter from his leg. Then he flew up into the air and hooted excitedly whizzing in circles. "Show-off" Ron muttered. Then he looked over to his little sister and saw that her cheeks were a bit more red than usual.and Ron looked closer to realize that what little handwriting he saw was Harry's. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "That's Harry's handwriting! Gimme that!" He started to rush towards her, but Ginny ducked and started to run away. Ron and Ginny were playing cat and mouse. The twins started jeering. "Took Harry long enough, didn't he, Gin!" "How sweet!" "They're boyfriend and girlfriend!" "Harry and Ginny, sitting in a-" "STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Everyone screeched in their tracks and looked at Mrs. Weasley. No one ever forgot who was the mother hen of the Burrow. "Now, you two, keep your comments to yourselves!" she snapped. "Ron, that's Ginny's letter, and you cannot read it without her consent. And as for you" she said, turning to her only daughter with a cocked eyebrow. "Mu-um!" Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes. "Honestly! Harry and I are not dating, we are just writing to each other as a friend-to-friend thing. It's harmless, really." Ginny turned to look at her brother with a look that remarkably resembled that of her mother's. "Perhaps if someone didn't have such a nasty temper and actually listened to their friends." "What do you mean?" Ron snapped back. "If you could stop thinking that you're always right for one second, then maybe you'd actually hear what Hermione has to say!" she exclaimed in agitation. "It's not like she wants to come visit us, anyways!" he yelled. "She'd much rather spend time with that crooked-nosed Bulgarian seeker! Heaven only knows why! I don't understand her! He's got pedophiliac written all over him!" "You're ridiculous!" Ginny yelled, ready to pull her hair out. "Ridiculous? Ridiculous?! I'm just looking out for her because I CARE about her! What's wrong with that? I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with all the time-" "That's an understatement," one of the twins said. "ENOUGH!!!!!!!" All of the children dropped onto the floor, as though an earthquake was coming. Mrs. Weasley huffed and puffed, and started counting to ten in her head. Once she gained control of her infamous Weasley temper, she said, "Fred, George, just go to your room.I'll call for you to come down in a little bit to clean up. Go now, please." Fred and George got up slowly and then ran as fast as they could to their room. "As for you, Ronald Weasley" she said, looking at him sharply, "Hermione is a sweet girl, and I think you two have some major sorting out to do. I want you to write her a letter of apology and invite her over for Saturday. And while you're at it, write a letter to Harry as well and invite him over. Go on, now." Ron, whose ears were quite red, sauntered up to his room. Then Mrs. Weasley looked down at her youngest daughter. "Now, Ginny, could you please tell me why you never told me Ron fancies Hermione?" Ginny grinned at her mother. ~*~
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A/N: Sorry this part took me so long to put up.school and the musical I was in took up all of my free time. Good thing there's Spring Vacation! Hehe. Expect to see some more chapters up this week. ;)
~*~ Blind to the Truth ~*~
Part 3
"Ron, Fred, George, Percy! Get down here for breakfast, before your food gets cold!" Mrs. Weasley's booming voice always seemed to always shake the Burrow, and this summer's morning was no exception. It was amazing that the house didn't topple over from the beginning.if you saw the outside of it, you would understand why. The house itself looked like some sort of an abstract art piece. It was so crooked and jumbled that a passing muggle would be afraid to come near it because they'd think it would topple all over them. Any witch or wizard, however, would draw that it was held up by magic. The interior was just as crazy as exterior. If Harry Potter's aunt, Petunia, saw this house, she'd probably have a heart attack. The furniture was completely mismatched, everything was jumbled, and it could only be pictured as a fairytale house. But amongst all of it, it had a very homely feeling, which was why one could love it so. In the kitchen, Ginny Weasley was helping her mother set the table. The wafting smell of Molly Weasley's cooking filled the air, something that would make anybody's stomach churn. Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter for a moment. 'My, how she's grown. She isn't such a little girl anymore, now is she? Oh, dear me! How she's grown!' Mrs. Weasley beamed. Ginny had had a sense that she was being watched, but didn't decide to turn until just then. She looked at her mother with an amused frown. "What?" Mrs. Weasley snapped out of her reminiscing. "Oh! Uh.it's nothing, dear." "Mum, you were looking at me very strangely. Do I have a big spot on my face or something?" Ginny exclaimed, suddenly stopping to feel her face in fear. "Oh, no, dear! It's just that.well." Ginny frowned again, but with a bit of agitation this time. "Well?" "It's just.oh, Ginny, you've grown so much!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh, mum." "Yeah, Ginny, it'll be really hard keeping the boys away from you this year!" Fred jeered, followed closely by George.or at least I think it was Fred. "Now, cut it out!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Sit down, you two.eggs and toast and sausage." Fred and George licked their lips and sat down in unison. Ginny shook her head and sat down at her own seat. Mrs. Weasley busily dished out, and a few seconds later Ron came in, stretching and yawning. Ginny turned her head away from him very quickly and muttered, "Lazy bum.heaven only knows why Hermione." "Huh?" Ron said, bewildered. Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes. Honestly, her brother was pretty thick sometimes. Mrs. Weasley cocked an eyebrow but decided to not get in the middle of Ginny and Ron's problems. It was hard enough listening to anything Voldemort-related as it was. Instead she turned her attention to see if everyone was at the table, and was sad to see it was the usual. "No Percy." Ron frowned. "That great prat! Locking himself up in his room." Fred and George shook their heads. "What an idiot, too, passing up mum's delicious cooking!" Mrs. Weasley smiled slightly at her children. "Well, it's nice to know I'm good for something." Ron looked up all of a sudden, as though a lightning bolt had struck him with his present thought. "Hey, mum? Have you talked to Dumbledore about when Harry can come over?" Mrs. Weasley looked up at her freckled son. His blue eyes seemed to have an eagerness for something forward to look to. Honestly, she couldn't blame him. She smiled. "Yes, Ron. I spoke with him just last night, and your father is speaking to him today. We decided that it was better if we could get this taken care of soon, so we can all try to have an enjoyable summer holiday. We're going to try for this Saturday. Dumbledore will have to speak with Harry's aunt and uncle, though" she said with thin lips. She never voiced it, but she really disliked that family of Harry's. She felt Harry deserved a better home, but Dumbledore had had his reasons. Ron grinned. "Oh, Harry's just gonna love explaining that to those muggles. I bet when they hear the name Dumbledore, they'll think he's putting a curse on them or something." In spite of herself, Ginny smiled too. Now that she thought about it, the name Dumbledore did sound a bit odd. Suddenly, the sound of an owl could be heard, and everyone turned towards the window. It was Pig, and he was flying very fast.without really looking where he was going. Ginny had just washed the windows, and they were shut, too. "Uh-oh" Ginny muttered. CRASH! Pig hit the window and sled down. Ron went over, shaking his head. "Stupid owl.never looks where he's going." "Following in the tradition of Errol!" one of the twins exclaimed. Ron picked up Pig and was about to untie the letter from his leg when he hopped away and flew over to Ginny. He hooted with pride and stuck his leg out to her and she untied the letter from his leg. Then he flew up into the air and hooted excitedly whizzing in circles. "Show-off" Ron muttered. Then he looked over to his little sister and saw that her cheeks were a bit more red than usual.and Ron looked closer to realize that what little handwriting he saw was Harry's. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "That's Harry's handwriting! Gimme that!" He started to rush towards her, but Ginny ducked and started to run away. Ron and Ginny were playing cat and mouse. The twins started jeering. "Took Harry long enough, didn't he, Gin!" "How sweet!" "They're boyfriend and girlfriend!" "Harry and Ginny, sitting in a-" "STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Everyone screeched in their tracks and looked at Mrs. Weasley. No one ever forgot who was the mother hen of the Burrow. "Now, you two, keep your comments to yourselves!" she snapped. "Ron, that's Ginny's letter, and you cannot read it without her consent. And as for you" she said, turning to her only daughter with a cocked eyebrow. "Mu-um!" Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes. "Honestly! Harry and I are not dating, we are just writing to each other as a friend-to-friend thing. It's harmless, really." Ginny turned to look at her brother with a look that remarkably resembled that of her mother's. "Perhaps if someone didn't have such a nasty temper and actually listened to their friends." "What do you mean?" Ron snapped back. "If you could stop thinking that you're always right for one second, then maybe you'd actually hear what Hermione has to say!" she exclaimed in agitation. "It's not like she wants to come visit us, anyways!" he yelled. "She'd much rather spend time with that crooked-nosed Bulgarian seeker! Heaven only knows why! I don't understand her! He's got pedophiliac written all over him!" "You're ridiculous!" Ginny yelled, ready to pull her hair out. "Ridiculous? Ridiculous?! I'm just looking out for her because I CARE about her! What's wrong with that? I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with all the time-" "That's an understatement," one of the twins said. "ENOUGH!!!!!!!" All of the children dropped onto the floor, as though an earthquake was coming. Mrs. Weasley huffed and puffed, and started counting to ten in her head. Once she gained control of her infamous Weasley temper, she said, "Fred, George, just go to your room.I'll call for you to come down in a little bit to clean up. Go now, please." Fred and George got up slowly and then ran as fast as they could to their room. "As for you, Ronald Weasley" she said, looking at him sharply, "Hermione is a sweet girl, and I think you two have some major sorting out to do. I want you to write her a letter of apology and invite her over for Saturday. And while you're at it, write a letter to Harry as well and invite him over. Go on, now." Ron, whose ears were quite red, sauntered up to his room. Then Mrs. Weasley looked down at her youngest daughter. "Now, Ginny, could you please tell me why you never told me Ron fancies Hermione?" Ginny grinned at her mother. ~*~
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