Ok, so sorry about the delay updating!! I was all like, "can't be assed" then thought, "How annoyed do I get when my faves don't get updated for yonks!?" I apologise deeply. Hopefully, this chapter won't be too poo. Once again, thanks to my fabulous reviewers! You taste like sunshine dust! (Don't get it? Watch Salad Fingers on YouTube. Still don't get it? Join the club. That cartoon makes absolutely no sense! Positively petrifying, love it to pieces, but makes no sense!) Anyway, again. Sorry if it's craptacular!
Hermione could hardly believe her ears. "W-what? How?" she asked, a sudden wave of relief washing over her. Vision swimming, she tried to make her knees steady. Vaguely, she was aware of the look of concern cross the twins' faces and Ron's steadying grip on her arm. Her vision cleared and so did Fred and George's expressions. "Well," started Fred, with an embarrassed grin. "we may have jumped the gun a bit." finished George. Hermione glanced from one to the other, waiting for them to elaborate. After getting a reassuring nod from George, Fred continued. "You see, He never really...had them." He paused, face scrunched up in anticipation of the blast of abuse that he was sure to come. Hermione was too shocked and relieved to do anything but stare, open-mouthed, at the twins.
When he wasn't blasted to pieces, which he was thoroughly surprised by, Fred heaved a sigh of relief and continued. "You see, they'd decided to go out for dinner and, well. The Order just happened to get there after they'd left." he paused, before adding with an apologetic cock of his eyebrow, "Our bad?" Hermione smiled and sighed deeply. "So where are they now?" she asked, the sun all of a sudden seeming a lot brighter, and the garden, all of a sudden so much more beautiful. George checked his watch, a look of deep concentration on his face.
"Right now, they're...in the kitchen." He grinned broadly and he and Fred vanished with a crack. Hermione smiled and turned to look at Ron. Suddenly, they were both awkwardly aware of Ron's firm, but gentle grip on her arm. With a slight start, he hastily pulled his hand away and shoved both of them in his pockets. "So..." he began, not sure of what to say and suddenly inexplicably nervous. "Wanna go and see your parents?" Hermione, who's smile had faltered slightly when Ron's hand had relinquished its hold on her arm, hitched it up again and nodded.
When they entered the kitchen, Hermione let out a relieved half-laugh, half-sob and flung herself at her parents. "Hermione! We're fine! Honestly, darling." her mother laughed, pulling herself gently from her daughter's death grip. Glancing up at her mother, eyes brimming with tears, Hermione nodded. "I know. It's just... I was so worried!" she sobbed, burying her head in her father's chest. He held her close, stroking her back and comforting her with soft words, the way only fathers can. Mrs. Weasley, who had been watching their reunion with a teary grin, cleared her throat and rubbed her hands together.
"Right!" she sighed briskly. "This calls for a feast!" Ron snickered at his mother as she began pulling out dishes of all sizes and began preparing. "That's Mum," he sighed affectionately. "Anything out of the ordinary and she has to cook enough to feed an army." Hermione shot him a disapproving look, before smiling resignedly as she realised that he was right. Mrs. Granger had joined Mrs. Weasley in cooking and Mr. Granger was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, Hermione felt hot panic rising in her throat. Ron noticed the look on her face and nudged her.
"Don't worry. Dad's just taken him out to the shed to show him all his Muggle things so your dad can explain them all to him." he said, slightly embarrassed by his father's untamed fascination by all things non-magical. Hermione noticed the blush starting to spread across Ron's face and was suddenly struck by how adorable he looked. Slightly shocked by this new development, she quickly looked over to where their mothers were bustling about the kitchen, chatting like old friends. Seeing how busy they were brought to light just how tired she was.
She felt a yawn coming and tried to hide it by pretending to rub the side of her face. "I saw that." Ron stated amusedly. Hermione glanced guiltily at him, her eyes watering. "Saw what?" she replied, trying and failing to appear innocent. Ron shook his head and began to head upstairs. When he reached the foot of the stairs, he turned and looked back at her. "Come on!" he said, nodding towards the stairs. Nodding, Hermione began to follow.
YAY!! Happy Ron! The best kind! Sad or angry Ron tastes like soot and poo! (Again, refer to Salad Fingers. Same episode, in fact!! Episode 2 I believe. "I like it when the red water comes out!") Anyway, I hope you like it! Drama to come in the next chapter!! OOH!!! R&R!! XOXO