Notes: This is just a fast moving, fun chapter at the Weasley house. Did I mention it's kind of fast paced? Other than that, ignore any errors and enjoy!
Warning: Cursing, violence and some tragic events
Summary: and so the lion fell in love with the snake, version two
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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Why can't I breathe
Whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak
Whenever I talk about you?
-Why Can't I?, Liz Phair

The next two days went by slowly. I had nothing to do. I had gone shopping for food after Fred left and after that, there was nothing. And I was bored. A person can only walk through Diagon Alley for so long, and only so often. By Sunday, I was so excited and nervous about meeting the rest of the Weasley's that I could barely sit still the entire day. Fred had warned me not to wear anything too fancy, so I just wore a clean pair of jeans and a nice shirt. There wasn't much more I could do. My hair, which had been short and spiky since the summer before fifth year, had grown out and just brushed the top of my shoulders. I probably should have fixed it, but I didn't know the spell and didn't want to spend the money for someone else to do it.

I was just thinking about how not learning certain things was a huge flaw in my education when there was a knock on my door. I jumped up, checked the peephole, and opened the door quickly.

"Hey," I said, trying to remain calm, trying to hide my twitchiness.

"Hi," he said, smiling down at me. He had obviously just come from work. George wasn't with him.

I started to grab my key from the table by the door when Fred asked, "Do you have a bathing suit with you?"

I nodded. "Why?"

"Bring it." I raised an eyebrow. "In case we get bored."

I grabbed a small bag and tossed my bathing suit and a towel from the bathroom inside before we left.

"Nervous?" he asked with a smile, clearly seeing how it took my a few times to get the key in the lock; my hand was shaking.

"Oh, a little." I replied sarcastically. I turned to him after finally succeeding. "Sorry. I won't be sarcastic around your parents."

He took my hand and we both turned on the spot, appearing a moment later on a beautiful countryside. I turned to Fred, opening my mouth to ask him what we were doing here when he said, "There's a anti-apparating spell around the house." He told me, leading me up the hill in front of us. When we reached the top. When we reached the top, I could clearly see what I knew to be his home. It looked like it had built so crazily that I was certain had to be held up only by magic. There were several crooked stories that looked like they had been added as more children were born.

"It's not much," Fred said as we entered the house, "but it's home."

I turned to him. He looked embarrassed; his ears were turning red. "I love it." I told him honestly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly we were joined.

"Mum," he said. "This is Polly."

His mother looked over me and for a split second I dreaded what might happen. But she smiled before coming forward and hugging me. I was startled by her affection. When she pulled away, she was still smiling. "It's so nice to meet you Polly."

"It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Weasley." I told her, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Where are the others?" Fred asked.

"The last time I checked, they were out by the pond."

Fred turned to me. "Want to go swimming?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

He showed me where I could get changed.

"Um, Mrs. Weasley?" I asked, poking my head into the kitchen while I was waiting for Fred to come back down.

She turned away from whatever it was she was doing. "Oh, yes Polly?"

I was suddenly happy that I was wearing a one piece bathing suit. "I was just wondering, do you happen to know the sunburn prevention spell."

"Oh, yes, yes." She pulled her wand out. "Ronald and Ginny used to get terrible sunburn when they were younger…" she continued to talk as she rapped my over the head with her wand. "There you are."

I smiled, trying to look grateful. "Thank you." I told her as Fred came into the kitchen.

The next thing I knew, I was jumping off a dock and landing right next to George in the pond (which was surprisingly deep; I figured as the Weasley's grew and learned to swim, they magically deepened it).

When I came up, he started splashing me. I ducked under to avoid it, and when I came up a second time, I turned to a stick in my face.

"Get that out of my face!" I told George, splashing him.

He shook his head to get the excess water off. "It's not in your face, it's in my hand." He told me.

We look at each other from a short moment and then laughed before we started splashing each other again.

A while later we got out and headed for the house. Mr. Weasley had come home from work, and I met him, dripping went just outside the kitchen door, towel drying off. Not the ideal way to met somebody, but there was nothing I could do.

Fred and I headed into the living room with lemonade. Ron was in the room, hair still dripping with water.

We all sat in silence until Fred kicked Ron's chair. Ron called Fred a name that made me blush before he left.

"Sorry it's so crowded." Fred whispered as something in the kitchen crashed.

I turned to him and smiled. "It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone." I told him honestly as Mrs. Weasley came into the room.

"Fred, could you please go out and get the laundry? It's supposed to rain soon."

"I have a guest." He complained.

Mrs. Weasley looked mad. "I'm sure Polly won't mind you going outside for five minutes."

Fred grabbed our glasses. "Gee mum, I would, but we need more drinks, and I'll have to mix them, it'll take forever and-" his voice was cut off as the door between the living room and kitchen closed.

Mrs. Weasley started to mumble under her breath, sounding angry.

"I can go get it." I told her without thinking.

She turned to me. "Oh no dear, you're a guest."

I shrugged. "I don't mind, really. Fred probably won't come back while there's chores to do."

Mrs. Weasley laughed. I relaxed a tiny bit. "If you want to, the basket is by the back door."

I was halfway done folding and putting the clothes in the basket when Fred found me.

"There you are." He noticed what I was doing. "Oh no, mum made you do chores." He groaned.

I shook my head as I held the end of a sheet to him. As we started to fold it, I told him, "I offered."

He dropped the end of the sheet. "She probably loves you for that. Smart move."

I smiled. I hadn't even thought of that to be perfectly honest, but I was happy that I could make his mother even like me without meaning to.