Satisfied Ron leaned back in his chair and asked the women: "It was really delicious. Are there any dessert?" with the consequence, that the children enthusiastically in chorus "Oh, pudding, please!" cried. Hermione mouthed to him: "Thank you very much!" and said in a strict tone to their children: "You should be in bed a long time ago! Now there is nothing sweet more for you. Say good night to your grandparents and then off for brushing your teeth" Disappointed Rose and Hugo gave their grandfathers a good-night hug, then Rose looked at her mother pleading: "Mummy, can Nana and Granny brings us to bed, please?" Hermione saw questioningly at her mother and Molly, but the beaming faces of the grandmothers saved the question.
Their children pulled Jean and Molly on the hands of the sitting room. "No Goodnight-kiss for your parents?", Hermione exclaimed after her children. Ron grinned: "No pudding, no kiss!", and added pouting "Is there really no pudding?!" – "Nope!" – "Then no Goodnight-kiss, Mrs. Weasely, from your husband!" Hermione grinned and leaned over to her husband "Are you sure?", she whispered in his ear suggestively, while David and Arthur inspires talked about their planned fishing trip. "Mh, the dessert does not have to be pudding", he replied mischievously, just as quietly.
Suddenly David turned to his son-in-law: "Ron, what do you think, if you accompany us to our next fishing trip?" – Ron waved Daivds question away: "I don't think ..." – "This is a great idea!" called his wife beaming. Ron looked horrified at Hermione. "Then it's decided, next Saturday we will pick you up at 04.00 o'clock!" – "In the morning?", croaked Ron – David nodded affirmative: "The early bird catches the worm."
Later
Ron followed his wife into the bathroom and repeated aghast: "This is a great idea?" She grabbed her toothbrush and grinned: "It is better, than one of your men evenings with Harry, George and the others!" – "What's wrong with these?" – Hermione rinsed the toothpaste out of her mouth: "Two words: Quidditch and Firewhiskey!" – "It sounds as if we only drink" – His wife raised her eyebrows – "Fine, from time to time we drink, but we also have fun!", upset he grabbed his toothbrush, "with you and my father..", he shook his head. – "Maybe you will be surprised and enjoy the trip!", she replied optimistic – "Hermione, now I say only two words: Fishing and Camping. Does that sound like fun?"
Friday evening
Hermione watched her man over the side of her book, as he gazed from the window to the mobile phone. Now and then he remarked: "Please ring!" and actually, the mobile phone rang. Ron took one look at the display and cheered: "It's David!" – "You have to press.." – Annoyed waved her husband: "I know" and pressed the green button: "Hi David! … Mh… no.. Yeah… don't you think…. Mh.. With all the rain… oh, the fish bite better in the rain, really…. I cannot wait, okay, until tomorrow morning…. you too, bye!" Ron threw the phone on the couch and sighed frustrated. – Hermione smirked, apparently the conversation went not as hoped,: "Well, what wanted my dad?" Her husband muttered: "He wanted only to know, if I have a sleeping bag!"
At 3.00 o'clock the alarm-clock pulled Ron from his deep slumber. Sleepily he fought his way out of the blanket and padded with closed eyes in the direction of the bathroom. "Ouch, the stupid chair" Ron bit in pain in his hand, while wild curses through his head whirled. He had hardly closed the bathroom door behind him, as he frantically looked around for his wand. "Shit, the wand is in the dresser!" He limped to the bathroom cupboard and took a thick towel, which he held in front of his face. After his long and loud scream into a towel, he sighed in relief.
He cast a wary look down on his toe, no blood, but certainly broken. He briefly wondered, if he should call his wife for help – after all, she is the best with 'Episkey', but decided against it. A sleepy Hermione would he not entrust his toe, so he limped in search of a pain-potion to the medicine cabinet. Unfortunately he only found something for stomach cramps. He thought for a moment, but opened then the bottle and drank the potion. "I hope, I don't get thereof breasts, " he chuckled and glanced at his bare chest, "though.., no, rather not!"
He gazed into the mirror and stretched his reflection the tongue out, then he stroked his stubble, but chose to stay unshaven (it's just camping). After he brushed his teeth, he splashed cold water on his face. On the lookout for clothes, he saw around. As expected, his wife had prepared the clothes. As he pulled on his socks, he was surprised, that the throbbing in his toe had subsided.
Quietly, he crept out of the bathroom, although he makes sure, to avoid the chair. At the door to the hallway he listened shortly to the relaxed breathing of his wife, before he left the room.
During his waiting for David and his father, he stood with a mug of tea and stared out the window. Punctually at 4.00 o'clock David's car stopped in front of the house. Ron brought his teacup into the kitchen, grabbed his bag and quietly closed the door behind him. His dad was standing next to David on the open boot of the car. Both wore light brown hats and vests, and a broad grin. "Good morning!", they greeted him cheerfully. "Morning!" grumbled Ron and threw his bag in the boot. Silently he climbed into the back seat and closed his eyes. Unlike him, David and Arthur were apparently well rested, they chatter like schoolgirls.
After an hour, they finally arrived at the parking area, which was already filled with parking cars. "Hopefully the best places are not already occupied!" David commented. He pushed Ron several pockets in the arms ("Sleeping bags" thought Ron with a shudder) and then they made themselves full packed on the way.
Skillfully the two men built up the tent, in which Ron immediately threw a curious glance. The inner space was cramped in contrast to a magic tent and it lacked a kitchen and a bathroom. Sheepishly Ron rubbed his neck: "Ähm, where is the toilet?". Arthur looked at David with a grin, who laughed and pointed to the woods "But don't forget the spade."
10 minutes later, David was standing beside Ron and showed him, how to eject a fishing rod. "You open the line roller-stirrup at the role – mh, exactly – then you hold the cord with your index finger firmly on your fishing rod. Okay, now you must the fishing rod upswing. Not bad, not bad, you need only a little practice!" Encouragingly he slapped his son-in-law on the back. Ron muttered to himself: "Then open the line roller-stirrup…."
After the fourth attempt Ron had cast his line. Relieved he sat down on a log and looked around with interest. Fishing lines hung everywhere in the lake and on the lake drifted several boats with anglers.
"Also on the hunt for 'Big Max'?", asked a voice on the right next to him. Ron turned sideways, there sat an elderly man, dressed like his father-in-law and father with a vest and a hat, only that at these various blinking artificial baits were fixed. "'Big Max'?" asked Ron him. „Max is a pike. It is rumored, that he is 5 feet and 10 inches long and lived for 50 years in the Lake! By the way, my name is Pete." He nodded in a friendly way at Ron. Ron introduced himself. "So, everyone wants to catch 'Big Max'?", he asked Pete. "That's the dream every angler," Pete confirmed, he held a thermos bottle questioningly up, but Ron refused. "Remains more for me!", Pete shrugged.
Saturday-evening
Tired Ron lay in his sleeping bag, he looked at David and Arthur, who snored loudly, and thought of his warm bed at home. He listened for a moment on the outside noises and then grumbled: „Shit, now it's raining too!". With difficulty he rolled onto his side.
The next morning
The tea-kettle hung over the campfire and David dispersed sandwiches. Ron gratefully sipped his warm tea and immersed himself back into the pocketbook, which he had found in his bag. "What are you reading?", Arthur asked interested. Ron held up the book 'Fishing for Beginners'. David laughed and asked: "Hermione?" – Ron smiled fondly "Who else?".
Two hours later
Lost in thought Arthur looked at the lake, as he heard Ron panicked call "Dad, David, I need help here, quickly!". He fastened his fishing pole and ran to Ron's Fishing Spot. Ron holds with both hands the strongly curved rod, while his father-in-law clutched tight Ron's waist. Both had rammed their feet into the ground. Arthur wanted to help, but he slipped on the wet grass and flew on his the back. Ron yelled: "I bet, this is Big Max!" David shouted: "Don't let loose, don't let loose!"
At 13.00 o'clock
Rose watched tensely, as her mother a building block out of the tower pulled. As expected, the tower collapsed. Rose comforted her mother: "Don't worry, Mummy, Hugo is in Jenga much worse than you!". Hugo grinned and nodded in agreement. Her mother grabbed Hugo and gave him a big kiss: "How lucky for me!" Cannon, who lay relaxed next to the table, raised his head and listened. Rose ran to the window and looked outside. Excited, she called "Daddy is back!" All three rushed to the front door, where Cannon was already waiting for his master.
Hermione wrenched the door open, full of anticipation. Before her stood Ron, swaying, between his father and his father-in-law, an arm he had thrown across Arthur's shoulders and the other across David's shoulders. Both clutched his waist, so he does not fall over. "Hel…hicks..lo, lo...vvvhh, I'm b..hicks…ack!", slurred her husband. Aghast, she looked at the three men. David and Arthur guiltily avoided her gaze, while Ron hilarious smiled. Behind her, she heard the irritated voice of her daughter: "Mummy?" She hissed: "I will come back to you!", then she closed the door and turned to her children, who looked confused at her with wide eyes. Hermione knelt down in front of them: "Rose, Hugo goes into the living room, please. When I come back, we'll play again Jenga and drink a warm cup of cocoa!" Both children screamed "Yippee!" and ran away.
She stood up and counted to 10, then she held silently the door wide open, so that her husband can be guided into the house. Surprised, she saw that her husband was wearing rubber boots. Carefully the men propped Ron up against the wall.
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and padded impatiently with her foot: "Well?" Her father gulped: "Ron fell into the water and afterwards he was so cold …" Hermione angrily interrupted her father "And then you gave him alcohol instead of tea?" – "That was Pete and it was tea, mixed with rum!", Arthur said defensively. "Rum?" she yelled horrified. Both nodded guiltily. She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, then she pointed to the boots. Arthur answered the unspoken question timidly: "Pete's. Ron's boots were wet and he.." – "Sin….hicks…ce vhen our st…hicks..airs mow…ing?" Hermione turned back to her husband, who had one eye closed and with the other, open eye, he tried to locate the target (stairs) over his outstretched thumb, like a sailor.
"Okay", she sighed and turned to face her father and Arthur, but they were already on the run. Shaking her head, she muttered: "Cowards!" She placed Ron's arm around her shoulder and hugged his waist: "Come on, I'll help you up!" – "Ttttthannnk youhhh!", he pressed a wet kiss on her cheek. Hermione turned her head in disgust to the side: "You stink!" – whereupon Ron sniffed at his sweater: "I do….n't smell hicks any….thinggg!"
Breathless on the first floor arrived she stabilized him with her left hand, while she opened the bedroom door with her wand and 'Alohomora'. Afterwards she pushed him into the bedroom. "I've missss….ed youhhhh," Ron slurred. Hermione smiled tenderly: "Me too!". Then she saw, that he was not looking lovingly at her, but at the bed. She laughed softly and pushed him gently on his beloved bed. He tried unsuccessfully to take off his sweater. She slapped his hands to the side and drew the garment over his head. When she took off his rubber boots, he fell on his back. As she pulled off his socks, she saw startled, that his left big toe had turned green and blue. "My poor darling, what have they done with you?!"
The next morning
The 6 feet large pike ran behind Ron, who kept shouting, 'I'm sorry, Big Max, I swear, I hate fish..' then Ron stumbled and a huge shadow fell on him. -
Damp with sweat and with a pounding heart Ron woke up. His head was pounding and he had a furry taste in mouth. As he sensed a wave of nausea, he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
After he had emptied his stomach, he heard the footsteps of his wife behind him. She knelt beside him and rubbed his back comfortingly: "Better?". He moaned: "You know what? I hate fish!" His words were muffled by the toilet bowl.
Two days later
rang the doorbell and as Hermione opened the front door, stood there her mother with Ron's boots in one hand and in the other hand the bag with his clothes : "Washed and dried back!" Hermione waved her inside and took from her the bag and shoes. She grinned at her mother "This meant probably, that dad does not venture 'to beard the lion in his den'?"
– Jean laughed "He said 'Better safe than sorry', I think, he's scared of you and your wand!" – "And rightly so! Honest mum, I have never seen Ron so drunk." – Concerned asked Jean: "How is he now?" Her daughter showed in the direction of the living room: "Look yourself, in the meantime I cook for us a tea."
Jean had to laugh, when she came into the living room. Ron growled like a bear, while Rose sat piggyback on his back and Hugo clung to his leg. Then he grabbed Hugo and tickled him. Rose shouted: "Dear troll, please don't eat my brother!" Ron suddenly saw his mother-in-law standing in the doorway: "Look, Nana is here!". Immediately the troll was forgotten. Lovingly, she greeted her grandkids. Ron hugged his mother-in-law, who regarded him searchingly, as he release her: "You're still a little pale around the nose!" Ron protested and winked: "Bad weeds grow tall!"
Hermione came into the room with a tray and set the table: "Tea for you and me.." – Her husband became green in the face. – "And hot chocolate for the kids and my poor husband!". The four made themselves comfortable. Abruptly Jean remembered something: "Oh, yes, Ron, your pocketbook 'Fishing for beginners' unfortunately I could not save, it is totally soaked. But maybe there's a spell..?" – Hermione laughed, "That will not be necessary, my husband reads except his Quidditch magazine and the newspaper nothing." Offended disagreed Ron: "Hey, that's not true. I was halfway through the pocketbook..", he blushed, "But then I fell into the water, and with me the book." He looked at the two women: "Fishing is 99% only waiting and then you're glad of any distraction, hel.., äh, I would have even 'Hogwarts. The History' read." – His wife looked at him incredulously – he smirked: "or not."
"Mm, before I forget", Jean took from her purse a photo and handed it to Ron, "here, from your father-in-law!" Rose climbed on Ron's lap and studied with him the photo "Ohhh, you are there pretty wet, Daddy!" He laughed: "Yeah, your father just had the evil 'Big Max' captured." – "The evil 'Big Max'", Rose repeated reverently. Hermione snorted and took the photo. She narrowed her eyes: "All I see, is ONE wet fish!", she looked at her husband, "and that is 'Big Ronald'!" – "He, we had to throw 'Big Max' right back into the water. He is after all a fish!" Rose and Hugo eyes glowed excited: "Please Daddy, tell us again about 'Big Max'!" Ron threw himself proudly in the chest: "Big Max is over 80 years old, and strong as an ox..". The children listened with open mouths. Hermione rolled her eyes and Jean whispered: "The pocketbook 'fish tale for beginners' he need definitely not!"
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