:O Have you seen what Zidane just did? That is dispicable behaviour! At least Rooney was sent off for an accident!

Anyway...There is slight unrest in the Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny household, and long may it continue, far more interesting to write:D laughs evily

Cheers

Sarah ;)

Chapter 4 – A List of Qualities

'Where do you want this one putting Gin?' Harry asked as he stumbled through the door carrying a big box full of Ginny's things.

'What does it say on the box?' Ginny asked in reply as she rummaged through the box she was sorting through, her back to Harry and kneeling on the floor.

'Er…-'

Harry tried to peer at the edges of the box without dropping it, something which was now quite hard as he had dislodged it from underneath his chin, its previous resting place.

'Er…oh sod this!' he put the box down on the floor where he stood.

Ginny looked up at the thud from the box landing on the floor.

'You know, you have been able to use your wand outside of school for a couple of years now Harry.'

'Thank you Ginevra, I left it here in my, or as I should now call it, our room. Although by the looks of things I may as well call it your room!'

'Oh stop complaining, there's only a few of my things dotted around, just 'cause you went for the minimalist look, doesn't mean I have to too!'

'As long as you don't want me to redecorate the room then that's fine!'

'Well, you could do with a brighter colour on your walls, and if I'm honest your curtains are a bit boring.'

Harry raised his eyebrows and was about to answer when Ginny started laughing.

'I'm joking, I'm joking, you know I like your room just how it is.'

'Our room,' he said smiling.

He stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. She pulled back and kissed him.

Harry was enjoying himself when something hit him on the back of the head. He broke apart from Ginny and spun round.

'What the-?'

A box was floating in mid air at his head height. He looked at the floor and saw Ron's feet.

'RON! What was that for?'

'What was what for?' Ron asked lowering the box to the floor with his wand, an innocent expression on his face.

'Don't act the innocent; you purposely battered me over the head with that box. Why did you do it?'

'I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. That's the last box Ginny,' he turned and walked out of the room.

'Git!' Ginny said once Ron was out of earshot. 'I swear if he carries on behaving like that I'll put him back in that everlasting sleep!'

'Ginny!' Harry said reproachfully.

'Oh all right, I wouldn't go that far. I'd jinx his mouth shut though!'

Harry smiled, 'Ok, I'd let you do that, for a little while anyway. You do know he's only looking out for you in his own…strange…way.'

'Yeah that line wore thin a long time ago. You're his best friend, you may as well be his brother for God's sake!'

'Yeah but that would make what we have extremely immoral and possibly illegal!'

'You know, I thought about that the other day.'

'You WHAT?'

'No not that, sick boy! I meant, you know how Dumbledore sent you to your Aunt and Uncle's instead of to a wizarding family?'

'Yeah.'

'Well, chances are he'd have sent you to live with us. He knew mum and dad well and it would have been good for you growing up with a big family. Mum and dad wouldn't have brought you up thinking you were a little prince; you'd have been as normal as the rest of us! So if that had happened, you really would have been my brother, obviously not biologically but in every other sense.'

'Yeah I suppose I would,' he pulled her into a hug again. 'I prefer it this way though, don't you?'

Before she had chance to reply he kissed her again. She pulled back.

'Oh yes I do!' She leaned in to kiss him again.

'HARRY!' Hermione screeched from downstairs.

'Talk about aversion therapy!' Harry mumbled. 'WHAT?' he shouted over his shoulder.

'Where are my DUELLING notes?' Hermione screeched up the stairs.

'Uh oh!'

'Uh oh?' Ginny asked.

'I can't remember where I left them! I borrowed them to revise from and now I have no idea where they are!'

'Of all the things of Hermione's to lose, you lose her revision notes? Well done Harry.'

'All right don't rub it in!'

'HARRY!' Hermione screeched again.

'And you do it four days before hers and your first exam, this gets better!'

'You know you could at least try and be of some help instead of pointing out the obvious. I might be able to find the stupid notes if all your stuff wasn't everywhere!'

Ginny glared at Harry, 'Don't even try and blame that on me Potter! I've only been here two hours and I just know you haven't seen them since New Years Eve.'

'All right, all right, it's not your fault, but please could you help me look for them?'

'Where do you last remember seeing them?'

Harry stopped pulling the quilt off his bed and screwed up his eyes in concentration. 'Er…Oh! When we were revising together…at the Burrow!' His face was mixed with relief at remembering where he had last had Hermione's notes and worry as to whether they were still there, in a condition that Hermione would be happy with.

'You go and find them and I'll stall Hermione, you have three minutes, you know what she's like when she's panicking!'

Harry apparated to the Burrow and Ginny went to walk out of Harry's room but was met by a disgruntled Ron.

'Where's Harry? Hermione's going mad!'

'He's gone home to get Hermione's notes, that's where he remembers having them last.'

'Well I hope for his sake he can find them.'

'Can you stall Hermione for a few minutes while he's away?'

'Why should I?' Ron asked in a fed up tone.

Ginny looked at him confused, 'Because he's your friend for one, and I would have thought you'd want to try and calm Hermione down as much as possible. Or are you so incapable of being a good boyfriend that you don't know how to do that?'

Ron instantly went red as anger boiled up inside him. Ginny knew exactly how to wind him up in a single sentence.

'Excuse me? I know exactly how to calm Hermione down thank you very much,' he replied with as much restraint as he could muster.

'Well go and do it then!' Ginny snapped.

Ron went to open his mouth but stopped himself before he said something he didn't really mean. Instead he sighed and turned around, walking the way he had just come, although his steps down the stairs were more stomps from his frustration.

He pushed his way through the lounge door, so much so that it bounced back off the wall and nearly hit him. Hermione looked up from her large pile of notes, which she was feverishly searching through.

'What's wrong?' she asked, as she noticed the look on Ron's face.

'Nothing,' he answered moodily.

'Ron, just tell me, I'm not in the mood to try and guess what's got you upset.'

'I told you it's nothing.'

'Fine. Where's Harry with my notes?'

'Oh,' Ron said, coming out of his mood slightly, and thinking quickly of a way to distract Hermione, 'he's just on the toilet, he'll be down soon.'

'He better bloody well had be,' Hermione muttered.

'I don't know why you're getting worked up Hermione, you've been revising for weeks, you'll do fine in these exams. And it's not as if they mean a great deal anyway, they're just to give you an idea of how you're getting on.'

'Ron, when have I ever taken that attitude towards exams?'

'Well, never, but I'm just saying you should try and relax a bit.'

'Relax? Ron I'll relax when I get these exam results and find out I've done all right.'

'Is there anything I can say that will make you take a break?'

'I haven't revised since New Years Eve, a fact that I keep shuddering over every few minutes, so no, there's nothing you can say that will make me stop.'

'Fine. Do you want something to eat or drink, you haven't had a proper lunch.'

'I'm not hungry.'

'Hermione!'

Hermione looked up at Ron and knew he was right, she really should eat something.

'Okay, I'll eat something,' she moved to stand up.

'No don't, I'll do it.

Ron disappeared into the kitchen and made Hermione a sandwich in the muggle way. His annoyance with Ginny was slowly ebbing away, but the comments from her and his brothers, particularly Fred and George, about his merits as a boyfriend were really starting to grate. When he had finished his masterpiece, a sandwich that was stuffed full with multiple fillings, Ron looked upon his creation with pride. He poured a glass of fresh orange juice from the fridge and took the glass and the plate into Hermione.

He placed it in front of her and she ignored it, she was writing notes on a new piece of parchment, her brow furrowed in concentration. Ron sighed as he sat on the sofa and picked his wand off the coffee table in front of him.

He flicked his wand and Hermione's quill left her hand and landed neatly in Ron's.

She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.

'Eat,' he said simply, pointing to her lunch with her quill.

'In a minute,' she replied, before taking a spare quill out of her back pocket and dipping it in her bottle of ink. She had written all of three words before Ron repeated his previous actions and the second quill landed in his hand.

'Now,' he said quietly but firmly.

Hermione sighed knowing she wasn't going to get any further in her note taking until she had eaten her lunch.

She got up from the floor and sat herself next to Ron on the sofa. She started eating her lunch. Ron looked at her, wondering whether or not to ask her the question in his mind.

'Hermione…'

'Yes?' she said through a mouthful of sandwich.

'I…nothing it doesn't matter.'

Hermione swallowed her mouthful, 'Ron, please tell me what's bothering you. I hate it when you don't tell me what's wrong.'

'Ginny would probably say that's another of my failings as a boyfriend!' he muttered.

'What? Ron what's going on?'

He sighed and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, 'It's nothing major, it's just…Fred and George keep saying snide comments about my lack of ability to be a good boyfriend. Ginny mentioned something earlier and it's starting to get to me. I know I shouldn't let it 'cause they're only joking, but still, makes you think about things.'

Hermione put her plate down and turned so she was looking directly at Ron.

'This is really bothering you isn't it?' she asked, concerned.

'Like I said, I know I shouldn't let it, but…yeah it's starting to bother me…a bit. Plus I…I don't like the idea that I'm…that I'm letting you down.'

'Why do you think you're letting me down?'

'Well I didn't until my darling brothers started telling me I was, but that's what gets to me,' he stood up and started pacing backwards and forwards. 'I have never known more about someone in my entire life, not even my family. For one thing I love you, which is something a few years ago I would never have been able to say to anyone, I know your birthday and not only that I know the exact time you were born, I know what your favourite song is, I know what your favourite colour is, I know what your favourite flavour of ice cream is, both muggle and wizard. I know your greatest fear is failure and that your greatest ambition is to be the best you can at everything you put your mind to.'

He took a breath before continuing.

'I know your exact height, I know how much you weigh in the morning and I know how much you weigh at night, I even know how many freckles there are on your right arm, so I don't understand how they can even think that I can't be a good boyfriend to you.'

He stopped pacing and looked deflated. He put his hands in his pockets and moved some fluff that was on the floor around with his foot.

'Come here,' Hermione said quietly. Ron looked up at her and made his way over to the sofa. He sat down next to Hermione.

'Don't let Fred and George get to you. It's not for them to say whether or not you're being a good boyfriend, surely that's for me and me only to say, and I say you are so…that's that.'

Ron smiled.

'Thank you.'

'Just don't try and hide anything from me, I can't stand you being upset and suffering on your own.'

'I was hardly suffering, just annoyed.'

'I don't care. Promise me you'll tell me if there's ever anything bothering you.'

'I promise.'

'Good, now if Harry hasn't come down here with my notes by the time I've finished my lunch, I'll hex him!'

'He should be back from the Burrow soon enough.'

'The Burrow? Why is he at the Burrow?'

'Oh er…he er…'

'Ron, why is Harry at the Burrow?'

Ron sighed; he decided to risk telling Hermione where Harry had left her notes.

'He thinks he left your notes there and went to find them.'

'He thinks they're there?'

'Hermione calm down, they're only notes on duelling which you can do pretty damn well as it is. And chances are Harry'll find them. Sit down and finish your lunch.'

Hermione had gone to stand but stopped when Ron asked, well, told her to. However, when a loud crack echoed down from the upstairs landing she jumped up and ran up the stairs. Ron just about managed to catch her plate before it fell off the sofa and landed on the floor.

She ran up the stairs and collided with Harry as he was coming out of his room.

'Oh there you are Hermione, here are your notes.'

Harry held out the notes to Hermione. Hermione looked at him and then at her notes. She flicked through them checking they were all there.

'Thank you Harry, where were they?'

'Oh er…just in my room, buried in and amongst mine.'

'Right, well thank you.'

She smiled sweetly at him and walked down the stairs. Behind her Harry breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

'There's no need to sigh in relief Saviour Boy, you know Molly wouldn't have thrown these notes out, she knows my handwriting well enough by now.' Hermione said. She turned to look at Harry's face and was pleased to see him looking shocked. She glared at him with a don't-you-ever-lose-my-notes-again look. Harry let his head drop and nodded ever so slightly.

'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'Will you still let me revise with you?' He looked at her with pleading eyes.

She laughed, 'Well I can hardly say no to a face like that, can I?'

'Nah, especially when it's the face of Saviour Boy!'

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