A/N: Hey, so I caved! I couldn't wait until Wednesday to post! So here's part two.
Thank you to Rehanna, Mrrrisa, Bella, Fluff, Guardgirl, Glace de Slytherin, Mystica (don't hate you, but yes this is probably going to be one of those cliches, but I'm hoping that it will be more interesting. Intermingled storylines are a bit of a challenge.),Amo Draconem!, and Krissy.
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There was a tapping at the window. Ron opened it to let Pig in. The little owl sat on the windowsill, panting for breath yet unable to stay still. "Dumb owl," Ron muttered, trying to undo the ribbon around his leg. A pair of hands caught Pig and stroked him gently to calm him down. "Thanks, Nev," Ron said, removing the letter from Pig's leg. Neville put Pig in his cage and gave him an owl treat while Ron read the letter.
"Hey. It's from Harry."
"How is he?" Neville asked, closing the cage door.
"Same old, same old. Muggles being ass holes. Letter from Snuffles last week. Asks if we've heard from 'Mione. Draco wrote briefly. Harry misses the bastard."
"Ron!"
"Asks about your health. Wonders if the twins have gotten into any more scraps lately," Ron continued, ignoring his boyfriend's protest. He put down the letter and looked up to find Neville's blue eyes glaring at him. "I guess I'll answer him now."
"I leave you to it, then," Neville said, turning. Ron snaked an arm around him. He bent down and kissed him.
"You're not mad at me are you?" he asked.
"I just don't like the way you talk about Draco. He is Harry's boyfriend after all."
"So? That doesn't mean I have to like the git," Ron murmured, burying his face in Neville's hair.
"No, but you should have a little more respect for him than that. How would you like it if someone called me 'that clumsy moron'?"
"I'd kill them. Did you even have to ask?"
"Well since you have an unfair advantage, leave Draco alone."
"How do I have the advantage?"
"It wouldn't do well for Harry to kill you. You're his best friend."
"Why do you always have to be right?"
"It's a gift. Now I leave you to write your letter."
"Where are you going?"
"To help your mother with lunch."
"Fine," Ron huffed. "You spend more time with her than you do with me."
"What's wrong? Jealous?" Neville teased.
"Yes." Neville kissed him.
"Don't be, darling. I'll be back soon."
'You said that yesterday. Four hours later I had to go looking for you."
"But that was yesterday. Today is different," Neville replied with a smile. He headed toward the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
It was a wonderful thing Gran had decided to go on a holiday this year. She didn't want to bring Neville along in case he managed to turn the entire ship to ruins, so she was very relieved when Mrs. Weasley offered to take Neville in for a while. She was always interested in meeting Ron's friends. So here he was, happily established at the Burrow for a week now.
All the Weasley's liked him it seemed. Ginny was always very nice to him, although she was still quite startled to see him, unaware that he and her brother even talked to each other regularly. Fred and George were always fun, especially since Neville volunteered to be their guinea pig for their joke paraphernalia, much to Ron's dismay. Percy liked Neville because he seemed genuinely interested in his work and never made rude or sarcastic comments. Mr. Weasley loved having someone to show off his collection of Muggle artifacts to, and was pleased to find that Neville was particularly fond of this thing called "electricity." Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed to find such a wonderful gardener and apt pupil in cooking since it did involve his beloved plants. She thought Neville was the perfect houseguest and proclaimed loudly that she wished he had been her son. He often got a wistful look in his eyes and Mrs. Weasley did her best to keep it at bay. Yes, all in all, life at the Burrow was sweet and he was not he first to wish he didn't have to leave
When he arrived in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley put him to work immediately. His task was to make the salad. He did it with a smile watching her fuss over pots and him in turn. He wondered if she would be so kind if she knew what he and her son were up to... He shook his head to clear away such thoughts. He didn't want to think about that now. Why spoil everything?
"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yes," Neville answered. "I was just thinking that some radishes would fit into this salad quite nicely. Pity we don't have any."
"I'm certain we do. Check the pantry," she advised. Neville nodded and went to fetch the radishes he already knew were there.
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^_^ Was there ever any doubt that the Weasley's would like Neville? Oh, who shall we visit next? I know... Review! (Yes, that is my endless refrain.)
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you to Rehanna, Mrrrisa, Bella, Fluff, Guardgirl, Glace de Slytherin, Mystica (don't hate you, but yes this is probably going to be one of those cliches, but I'm hoping that it will be more interesting. Intermingled storylines are a bit of a challenge.),Amo Draconem!, and Krissy.
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There was a tapping at the window. Ron opened it to let Pig in. The little owl sat on the windowsill, panting for breath yet unable to stay still. "Dumb owl," Ron muttered, trying to undo the ribbon around his leg. A pair of hands caught Pig and stroked him gently to calm him down. "Thanks, Nev," Ron said, removing the letter from Pig's leg. Neville put Pig in his cage and gave him an owl treat while Ron read the letter.
"Hey. It's from Harry."
"How is he?" Neville asked, closing the cage door.
"Same old, same old. Muggles being ass holes. Letter from Snuffles last week. Asks if we've heard from 'Mione. Draco wrote briefly. Harry misses the bastard."
"Ron!"
"Asks about your health. Wonders if the twins have gotten into any more scraps lately," Ron continued, ignoring his boyfriend's protest. He put down the letter and looked up to find Neville's blue eyes glaring at him. "I guess I'll answer him now."
"I leave you to it, then," Neville said, turning. Ron snaked an arm around him. He bent down and kissed him.
"You're not mad at me are you?" he asked.
"I just don't like the way you talk about Draco. He is Harry's boyfriend after all."
"So? That doesn't mean I have to like the git," Ron murmured, burying his face in Neville's hair.
"No, but you should have a little more respect for him than that. How would you like it if someone called me 'that clumsy moron'?"
"I'd kill them. Did you even have to ask?"
"Well since you have an unfair advantage, leave Draco alone."
"How do I have the advantage?"
"It wouldn't do well for Harry to kill you. You're his best friend."
"Why do you always have to be right?"
"It's a gift. Now I leave you to write your letter."
"Where are you going?"
"To help your mother with lunch."
"Fine," Ron huffed. "You spend more time with her than you do with me."
"What's wrong? Jealous?" Neville teased.
"Yes." Neville kissed him.
"Don't be, darling. I'll be back soon."
'You said that yesterday. Four hours later I had to go looking for you."
"But that was yesterday. Today is different," Neville replied with a smile. He headed toward the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
It was a wonderful thing Gran had decided to go on a holiday this year. She didn't want to bring Neville along in case he managed to turn the entire ship to ruins, so she was very relieved when Mrs. Weasley offered to take Neville in for a while. She was always interested in meeting Ron's friends. So here he was, happily established at the Burrow for a week now.
All the Weasley's liked him it seemed. Ginny was always very nice to him, although she was still quite startled to see him, unaware that he and her brother even talked to each other regularly. Fred and George were always fun, especially since Neville volunteered to be their guinea pig for their joke paraphernalia, much to Ron's dismay. Percy liked Neville because he seemed genuinely interested in his work and never made rude or sarcastic comments. Mr. Weasley loved having someone to show off his collection of Muggle artifacts to, and was pleased to find that Neville was particularly fond of this thing called "electricity." Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed to find such a wonderful gardener and apt pupil in cooking since it did involve his beloved plants. She thought Neville was the perfect houseguest and proclaimed loudly that she wished he had been her son. He often got a wistful look in his eyes and Mrs. Weasley did her best to keep it at bay. Yes, all in all, life at the Burrow was sweet and he was not he first to wish he didn't have to leave
When he arrived in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley put him to work immediately. His task was to make the salad. He did it with a smile watching her fuss over pots and him in turn. He wondered if she would be so kind if she knew what he and her son were up to... He shook his head to clear away such thoughts. He didn't want to think about that now. Why spoil everything?
"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yes," Neville answered. "I was just thinking that some radishes would fit into this salad quite nicely. Pity we don't have any."
"I'm certain we do. Check the pantry," she advised. Neville nodded and went to fetch the radishes he already knew were there.
***
^_^ Was there ever any doubt that the Weasley's would like Neville? Oh, who shall we visit next? I know... Review! (Yes, that is my endless refrain.)
Luv ya!
J. Silver