Chapter 10: Blood brothers and sister
Disclaimer: I aint Rowling.
George writhed on the bottom of the bath like a small shocked baby who was experiencing bathing for the first time. Hermione laughed at the site. There wasn't even any water in the bath tub and he was acting like a wounded dog.
"What on Merlin's name is wrong George?" Hermione asked still giggling.
"I hit my Tail on the plug!" he moaned weakly.
Hermione could not contain it, she roared heartily with laughter. She had never in her life heard it be called that. And the last place she had ever expected something so child like would be from the man of the world George.
George suddenly realised what he said and turned sharply to look at Hermione from his Yoga like position in the bath Tub.
"If you think what I think your thinking, then you're sick." He said looking down his nose at Hermione's obvious amusement on his behalf.
She laughed raucously at his wounded expression: "If you didn't mean that then what exactly did you mean."
"The base of my spine where if humans had tails they would grow from, I believe it is called a Cox sic. Though I am unaware of how to spell it so don't ask me Hermione. Now if I had hit my genitalia you would know because I wouldn't have declared that I hit my tail but would instead declare "Fuck I've cracked My Nans!""
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. His sense of humour was one of the things she loved most about him. She was shocked slightly by her brains coherent use of the word love being in reference to George but quickly swallowed any looming fears she had.
She extended a nimble arm to pull George out of the bath; it shook slightly as her body vibrated trying to stifle the laughter she was still holding in. George looked at her screwed up face, his ego tarnished slightly, as he grabbed her wrist for stability a wicked smile spread across his face. And instead of hauling himself out of the tub, he pulled Hermione in, she landed on top of him, he was now laying back his head under the tap with Hermione lying directly on top of him. He was in heaven.
"Now I do believe this is a far better way to land in a bath!" George declared smugly.
Hermione did not speak but instead outstretched her nimble fingers towards Georges face where they pushed some flaming hairs back out of his eyes, before sneaking up slightly and pouncing on the cold tap turning it on full blast. The gushing water bounced off of George's slightly crooked nose and he gawped slightly like a fish. Hermione leapt up so that only her feet were wet but as she made to complete her escape George managed to grab her knee and buckle it so that she was back on top of him and equally submerged in the cool water.
Before either could speak both lunged for each others mouths, kissing passionately and with such gusto; that the water splashed out of the sides of the tub and lapped onto the toilet floor.
Hermione being a woman and therefore capable of multi tasking turned the tap off while biting on Georges lip, and making him moan slightly. The bath was almost full to the brim and both were submerged in cold water, though the passion in their kisses and touches was enough to boil the whole tub in a mater of minuets.
George moved his hands through the water and up Hermione's sides, pulling the sopping red jumper over her wet chestnut hair which dangled down like long tendrils from her face. Hermione reached down her hands and caught the hem of the T-shirt he was wearing. Pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the already soaking floor.
The heat of the moment seemed to be engrossing the two so much that they did not hear the footsteps coming up the creaky stairs of the Burrow.
Mrs Weasley had been cooking a sumptuous Sunday roast and was quite contented in hr own little world, until she noticed water dripping on the ceiling into her Yorkshire puddings.
"Arthur, there's a leak!" she exclaimed exasperated.
"Well if you've got an extra leek dear it's not the end of the world, I swear this menopause is not making you any nicer!" He said not raising his head from his newspaper.
"I'm not going through the menopause you Burk!" She screamed as she threw a large marrow at his head.
"Well stop behaving like you are then!" he squeaked before slipping under the table to avoid the tirade of vegetables flying at his head.
"Ron Go up stairs and see where that leak is coming from." Molly Yelled as she threw half a pumpkin at the spot where her husbands head was last seen.
"The vegetable?" Ron asked as he trudged mud through the kitchen.
Molly snapped, she was ready to pelt her son with the contents of her vegetable basket. All she managed to say was: "Out."
Ron chuckled slightly as he trudged up the old wooden stairs. As he neared the sick ward and toilet, strange noises met his ears like a large fish flailing in a tank.
He pointed his wand to his head and uttered the Bubble head charm, before unlocking the door and stepping into the bedroom. George and Hermione were no where in sight and the noise like a large fish was growing louder. Ron looked towards the toilet door. A small trickle of water was seeping from under it spreading lightly across the wooden floor. He stretched his thick arm out toward the handle and turned it sharply sending the door flying open.
Ron gasped loudly then yelped slightly as he backed into the half open door and banged his elbow. Hermione leapt up topless and screeched ducking back into the bath, pushing both her and George under the water. George who was not prepared for being submerged again choked and sat up pushing a struggling Hermione up with him. So both were now sitting shivering in the bath tub. Hermione's face was as red as Georges large sweat shirt. All Ron could really do was gape wordlessly.
Until suddenly his voice came back.
"You and Hermione!" he said in an accusatory tone pointing at George.
"Yea, me and Hermione!" George said defensively, He had known that Ron would take this harder than any of the others.
"But it's you and it's… Well Hermione, you have nothing in common!" Ron said trying to wrack his brain for reasons why George and Hermione shouldn't be together.
"We have lots in common Ron!" George declared in an icy tone.
"But well she's Hermione and your well you're… Not me!" Ron said rubbing his temples trying to work things out.
"And what's that supposed to signify?" Yelled Hermione jumping up, now only standing in her big colourful briefs she had bought from the whole sale shop in the village. Her wet arms were trying to cover her breasts; though this was proving hard to do as her arms were so slippery.
"Well everyone just said that you and I would get together Hermione!" Ron said his voice slightly weak.
"Everyone also thought that Adolph Hitler was a great guy, doesn't mean they were right." Hermione shouted, as tension seemed to spread through her body. She would have to watch what she said the veritas syndrome was still present in her body and although she was telling the truth right now she was cleverly avoiding discussing the matter at hand. George sat silently.
"If you're going to bring that German midget into the conversation can you at least try to remember that last time you tried to explain who he was to me, I was so confused that I fell off my chair. Try and use metaphors I understand!" Ron said, his wandering brain now trying to fathom who the hell Hitler was.
"Oh for god's sake Ron it isn't that hard to understand. Hitler was a power hungry German Dictator of sorts, who tried to ethnically cleanse the whole of Germany and central Europe. He was like Voldemort only a Muggle." Hermione said trying to explain the Second World War to Ron for the millionth time.
"Oh all I remember is that he was small with a Tash and liked to shout a lot, if you're going to give me a history lesson I'll leave!"
"Well go then you Daft arse it wasn't like we invited us in to gawp at us!" George spoke up for the first time. He felt like pelting his baby brother with angry biting hedge hogs.
"But you still haven't addressed the fact that I walked in on you two…you know… Bonking!" Ron said, the look on his face depicted disgust and confusion.
"Oh for Merlin's Sake Ronald, please don't talk about things you don't understand." George shouted frustrated by his brother's appearance.
"Oi you I understand more than you know, Hermione why him?" Ron looked defeated and hurt. Hermione understood that Ron felt a jealous pang towards his twin brothers. They were academic failures but in real life they had succeeded immensely, Ron on the other hand had not failed at either but had not exceeded. He was just plain old Ron, everyone seemed to over shadow him, and even Ginny seemed to creep on his shade, covering him slightly as well; Now that she and Harry were going out.
"If you want to know why not you then I can tell you that. Ron you are like my brother…" She was interrupted abruptly by Ron.
"Well If I'm your brother then he is your brother too!" Ron said pointing his finger towards a furious looking George.
"yes but he is not My blood brother you are." Hermione said giving Ron a significant look.
It had been Ron, Hermione and Harry's last year of school, and the threat of Voldemort was higher than ever. Everyone knew the final battle was just round the corner.
Three worn looking teenagers sat chatting quietly round the fire place in the Common room, all seeming to be deep in concentration while talking in low voices.
"If my blood runs through you then maybe there is a chance it will protect you." Harry said flashing a knife at the palm of his hand.
"but Harry it is so unsanitary, this is how diseases spread!" Hermione said in a strained voice.
"look I can assure you I have none of those diseases!" Harry said looking into her eyes.
"Me neither!" Ron piped up.
"Oh Ok then but if it hurts, I'm going to punch you!" Hermione joked. She had that day punched a raven claw 5th year for feeling up her back side in the library. Both of the boys chuckled, they were both protective over Hermione but both knew that when it came to men she could handle herself.
"we have to make a circle, it means its an everlasting bond between the three of us. It also means that if one of us dies the others blood still flows through that of the two alive!" Harry said ceremoniously. He then pointed the tip of the dagger at his up turned palm and made a small incision. Then he quickly swapped hands and repeated the sharp process. The knife was passed amongst all three and when there were six open wounds they all joined hands, creating a circle on the hearth rug in front of the fire.
"There now we are blood brothers!" Harry declared happily.
"And sister!" Hermione added with a smug little smile.
"And sister." Harry added still clutching Hermione's hand.
Ron recollected that night with fondness. It was the night he had truly gained two siblings. He looked at Hermione's wet and shivering form and sighed. He knew Hermione would never be more than a sister to him. But if he was honest with himself he never really wanted her as more than a sister.
"You're my sister, I get it and I agree. Which means I want to protect you!" he turned and locked eye's with George; "You hurt her and I side with her. I don't care how related we are, she's never turned my teddy into a spider and she's a lot nicer than you!" George smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Hermione I would come and hug you right now, but your boobs are out and your right nipple is showing." And with that he turned and walked out of the room.
"well that's Ron and Harry and Ginny in on it now!" Hermione sighed.
"No dear just Ron!" George replied looking relieved.
"And you think he's going to be able to keep this from Harry. They've shared everything from first kiss to first pubic hair. And your sister will know straight away if Harry is keeping anything from her. She can make a grown man cry with her tongue." Hermione sighed and stepped out of the bath. As she did this Ron's head popped back in the door.
"you better clean this place up. Your flooding the kitchen and mums gone menopausal and started hurling the veggies at dad again!"
TBC
A/N I know there are large spaces between each chapter but I'm suffering a bit from writers block and it's really getting on my tits. Any suggestions you know where to send them. I am of course going to continue with this story but it just seems to take me ages to get a good story line for each chapter. When it actually comes to me it's fine, but before I'm like an angry swan just darting all over the place. Ok enough with the angry animal references. Again thank you all for the reviews. They are much appreciated. Also I was wondering if anyone would like to edit for me. I am crap at it, I get bored after a while and give up!
A/N 2012 god you are really bad at editing… and still are to be honest!