A/N: Alright guys, sorry it took me a while! My internet was down and I've had some big tests to study for and an even BIGGER one next week worth most of my grade so I'm doing the best I can this next week to update and then I should be COMPLETELY back on top of things! Okay so we are into Easter Break at the Weasley house now and things will be dramatic! And we need to get the poll on what my next HP fic should be untied so I can get started! I wanna post it soon to get out of my block! Please vote if you haven't already and enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling I'd be my own role model, which is not happening! So it's officially not mine!
George POV: This might just be the most awkward holiday dinner in the history of the wizard world. Mum and dad were sitting at the head spots of the table, on the left side there was Harry and Ginny, with Ron in the middle and Percy was sitting on Hermione's right while I sat to her left and Fred beside me. Ron was glowering at me, and the sad thing is that I knew that without even having to look up. It was like he was burning holes in my skin.
"So Harry dear," mum said brightly, trying to lighten the mood as she always did. "Are you excited for the last task?" Harry snorted but shook his head smiling politely. "Well… if by excited you mean incredibly frightened that I could be decapitated at any moment during this task then yes, Mrs. Weasley. I'm terribly thrilled." Everyone around the table burst out laughing except for mum who lightly slapped his shoulder and said, "Don't you sass me," in the same sharp tone she would've used on us but she looked a tad bit amused.
Mum seemed to have become more tolerant of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes since I told her about the way I felt for Hermione. I think her mindset was telling her that if she couldn't have one of her problem sons working in the Ministry, she could at least have a smarter daughter-in-law on the better side of things. She didn't like talking about the shop but she was more supportive of it. And I think Fred and I realized that that was all that counted.
"Alright then, you lot!" dad said happily. "I would just like to say how grateful I am to have such a wonderful family to be spending Easter with, and that includes you Harry and Hermione as well. Anyhow, why don't we all just dig in before the food gets cold?" there were murmurs of assent all around the table and everyone began to devour their meals. I could still feel Ron giving me a death glare from across the table. If he didn't stop soon I had half a mind to take my wand out of my pockets and hex him right here and now. But I knew that Hermione would disapprove so I decided not to.
The rest of the dinner passed by without another hitch, everyone was talking and laughing with each other. Ginny had begun to speak to us again (along with Percy), saying that she overreacted and as long as I didn't hurt Hermione, she was completely supportive of our relationship. Huh. That wasn't at all something I expected to hear out of my thirteen year old sister at all. Maybe if Hermione had an older brother, then it would be less awkward, but my little sister… that would never be any less creepy.
After dinner I volunteered to help mum with the dishes (nobody could really get over the fact that I wanted to help out instead of being forced to do so). But mum wasn't shocked; she was thrilled.
"So dear, how are things going for you and Hermione?" she wondered brightly. I shook my head at my mother's enthusiasm. Most mothers wouldn't want to let their sons get within one hundred feet of women that weren't related to them. Lee's mum was like that. Too clingy if you ask me. But no, my mother had to be the unusual one… as always.
I just grinned at her and began pouring my heart out to her for the second time since I knew what my feelings for Hermione were. "Things are going wonderfully, mum!" I said dreamily. "I mean, aside from Ron not speaking to either of us, we've both been happier than ever! It's positively amazing. I never knew before this that being in love could be so… exhilarating, so relaxing, so…"
"Odd to hear for a mother who's sixteen year old son is sharing things with her that she thought she may never hear leave his mouth?" she broke in amusedly. I glared at her playfully. "Well, there's that. And it's the fact that she inspires me to work really hard and do what I want to do with my life, you know?"
Mum gave me one of her signature, warm Mollyish smiles and said, "Yes as a matter of fact, I do. And don't you worry, love. Ron will come to his senses sooner or later."
I shrugged indifferently. "I hope you're right, mum. I hope you're right."
A/N: Just to let you all know I have absolutely NO INTENTIONS to abandon this story or forget about it. It may take me a few days to update sometimes but I will never forget! After my exams calm down this week I should be able to update this story a lot sooner than you think! Anyway, when do you guys think Ron will come around? Next chapter should be the third task! Can you guys please review and tell me what you think or what you want to happen in the next chapter so a writer's block doesn't creep up on me! Love you! Btw next HP fic should be up by tomorrow afternoon! It will be a Hermione/Draco and then I will do a Hermione/Neville! I had to be the deciding vote and I had a good Dramione plot line so I think you all will love it! So keep an eye out! I'll update sometime this week!
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