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CHAPTER TWO --- ¡§Uh-Oh¡¨
Two weeks had secretly flown away like light since they first arrived at Ron¡¦s house. Harry and Ron had done their best to prevent Hermione to touch any sort of books in particular, let pass quietly hid her entire set of ¡¥study accessories¡¦ under the root of the willow tree in the backyard when she was still asleep. Also, the boys had eventually found out that Hermione wasn¡¦t bad-looking when she dressed like a Muggle, and completely threw away the vast amount of knowledge in her head temporarily when they played together. Unfortunately, she rarely did that.
And now, they gathered in a circle by the dining table, which was definitely not well conditioned, enjoying the tasty breakfast. For some reason, Harry thought that it was almost as great as the ones in Hogwarts. Possibly it was because that after being forced to eat Dursleys¡¦ vomiting-like food, any other kind of nourishment would be heavenly.
¡§ You kids, I am going to Aufresh (a market that has the freshest food appears on the tables as soon as they were cut off. Run by sorcerers instead of Muggles). Anyone needs anything?¡¨
Mrs. Weasley shouted aloud from the doorway, with
an empty small plastic bag clutched tightly in her hand. The Weasley brothers,
Hermione, and Harry shook their heads coincidentally at the exact same time.
Noticing that Mrs. Weasley did not brought any basket along with her, Harry
suggested politely.
¡§ Um, Mrs. Weasley, I don¡¦t suspect that tiny bag
could afford to hold everything you are going to buy--- it is so small that not
even my palm can enter--- Perhaps you might need a larger basket.¡¨
The friendly lady smiled surprisingly at Harry at
the last remark. Walking over towards the stiff couch the sat on, she handed
the plastic bag to him gently. With a motioning gaze from her, the young wizard
predicted that she wanted him to look really carefully at it.
Maybe it would somehow magnify into a bigger form. But no matter how hard he
stared, it was still a simple plastic bag. Embarrassedly, he turned attention
back to Mrs. Weasley.
¡§ To tell the truth, I don¡¦t understand,¡¨ explained
Harry, feeling his cheeks were redder than ever, ¡§ what do you want me to do?¡¨
¡§ To put your hand in it, boy. And if you can,
stuff your entire body into that thing.¡¨
Harry glared at her as if she had gone lunatic for
a couple of moments. Hermione, how was sitting beside him, hurried elbowed him
at brought him back to reality. Harry realized how rude he was, and without
other consideration, obeyed Mrs. Weasley¡¦s direction. No way was she ever going
to lead him into some horrible accident---right?
Cautiously, Harry drew his left hand into the
mysterious bag. Somehow, he felt the whole room was watching him, waiting for
him to humiliate himself. Then, his arm went in, too. A few seconds later,
Hermione¡¦s mouth opened broadly in amazement that Harry had already have his
entire body, except the messy ebony hair. Since she was a Muggle-born, never in
her life had she seem such a unique bag. Suppose Mrs. Weasley had put spell on
it, so it became bottomless?
As Hermione was concentrating on figuring out the
mystery, a loud scream was being heard from the kitchen. She quickly looked
back at the bag, and surprisingly found Harry was completely gone. Following
Fred and George¡¦s rapid steps, she entered the small kitchen, and noticed that
there was a willow basket on the cooking table---with Harry in it!
¡§ I get it now!¡¨ declared Hermione excitedly, ¡§
Mrs. Weasley, it was a magical bag, right? No, shouldn¡¦t be called a bag
--- a path that leads to the basket! You simply put stiff in the
bag, and it automatically ends up here in the house!¡¨
¡§ Yes dear, I see how you have
the potential to came in first in every class you take! Smart girl¡K.¡¨
With that, she grabbed a slight
portion of Floo Powder from a box on the table, spilled it into the air, and
vocalized.
¡§ Aufresh!¡¨
*
¡§ Ha! Harry is your butt ok? It gotta
hurt to be bumping into a basket from the other side of the house!¡¨ Fred
laughed hysterically, as Hermione helped Harry to jump off from the table. She
shot the twins an evil look, and turned back to Harry.
¡§ Are you ok? The basket kinda
got stuck on your hips¡K,¡¨ questioned her with concern.
¡§ I am fine, y¡¦all. I guarantee!
God, didn¡¦t know you act like Madam Pomfrey!¡¨
A hurt emotion across Hermione¡¦s
face, but it went unnoticed for the guys. All except Ron, that is.
¡§ Come on, Harry, give her a break!¡¨
he said, eyeing the girl, ¡§ say, Hermione, why you make us some, um, what cha
ya call it?--- Poppoco!¡¨
¡§ Huh?!¡¨ Both Harry and Hermione
started at Ron like he had gone mad.
¡§ It popped out from a thing
call corn. Yellow, and I think you eat it with butter or
something¡K,¡¨ Hermione cut him off abruptly.
¡§ Oh! Pop corn~ Ok,¡¨ she paused
for a mini second, as if she was deciding on something, ¡§ hey, Harry, why don¡¦t
you join me? You know how to make one, right? After all, you did grow up with
the Mugglest Muggles your whole life.¡¨
Harry immediately blushed
fierily. He ran his fingers through the hair again, then stuttered out
nervously.
¡§ Actually, I don¡¦t. It is
almost impossible for them to let me even look at a popcorn, let pass making
one. I am sure Dudley does, though. Then again, maybe not---the only thing he
knows is eating.¡¨
But Hermione pretended that she
did not hear the statement, as she enthusiastically held his hand and let
themselves into the kitchen again. Harry understood that it would be useless to
refuse now, plus the Quidditch game wouldn¡¦t officially began until¡K thirty
minutes later. If they do it with full speed, maybe he could still get a short
peek at the game, with Felistco¡¦s ( a mirror that works sort of like TV and
Floo Powder. It would show the things, places, people, etc. that you call out
at it) help, of course.
As he finally woke up from
daydreaming, Harry found his female best friend had already started the making.
She kept running back and forth in the kitchen, finding suitable ingredients.
To tell the truth, though, he had no idea why she was pouring oil in the pan,
nor did he comprehend what were the golden little particles by the side of the
pan.
¡¥ Oh well, cooking is just not
my thing. Let Hermione take it over, huh?¡¦ he thought to himself, while
scratching the scar again.
*
On the other hand, Fred and
George were kneeling in front of the Felisto, trying their best to recall the
exact location of the Quidditch Championship. Like Floo Powder, you must pronounce
it properly with out any error, or else you might be seeing Los Vegas¡¦ pole
dances instead of a Shakespeare opera. Therefore, it wouldn¡¦t be unbelievable
that they had saw a man picking his nose, a lady shaving her legs in the bath
tub, nor would it be amazing that the Felisto actually showed a whale having
birth. Ron¡¦s eyes narrowed and questioned with sarcasm.
¡§ Now, you two, just where is
the Quidditch taken place?!¡¨
¡§ Um¡Kum¡KI
think¡KAmerica¡Kno¡KSpain! No, that¡¦s not it. Australia! Nope¡K¡¨
¡§ Where is Harry?¡¨ A different
voice appeared suddenly. They all turned around, searching for the voice¡¦s
source.
Ginny stood sleepily on the
stairs in her pink duck pajamas. She slowly entered the living room with her
eyes half opened. She waited impatiently for an answer to her question, as the
room fell into harsh silence. Just the, an instant sweet scent broke the ice,
while Hermione and Harry carried a huge bowl of popcorns into the room. It was
so big that they need four hands to bring it. Ron conspicuously noticed that
Harry hadn¡¦t been with him ever since when they left the kitchen. For some
unknown reasons, seeing them two together made the pot of his stomach lurch in
anger. It was like as if Harry had cheated on him or some sorts.
¡§ Wow, Harry, you made all that
by yourself?¡¨ exclaimed Ginny happily.
¡§ Well, Hermione did most of it,
I just,¡¨ he stopped. How could he bear to say that he did not anticipate in any
way? Hermione seek through him, for that she directly continued.
¡§ He helped me to add oil into
the pan. Yeah.¡¨
She wasn¡¦t sure, but she felt,
for a short moment, that Ginny was glaring hatefully at her. Or was it a lost
emotion?
¡§ Oh. Still great anyways,¡¨ the
youngest girl murmured.
At that instant, Harry was
thankful that Hermione had covered up for him perfectly. Implying a thank
you, he eyed her a joyous and friendly look. The brown haired girl saw
it, and smiled back shyly as a response. By then, the Weasley twins were
already consuming the golden snack that they had ever eaten in their entire
life, and did not pay any special attention to the rest of the group. What they
missed what their sister¡¦s suspicious gaze towards Hermione, and Ron¡¦s tightly
clutched fists.
*
Hermione remembered the
Quidditch Championship¡¦s exact location, just in time to let them all watch the
whole game. It was an England versus America, and they shouted loud out in
excitement when England team conspicuously received the golden trophy, with 206
points higher than America. Especially Harry, who was particularly hopping all
around the yard, danced with the gnomes.
Around dinnertime, Ron was
ordered to catch the gnomes at the backyard. Harry insisted to help, but Mr.
Weasley immediately offered him another errand.
¡§ Say, Harry, I need both you and
Hermione¡¦s advice, since you two grew up in Muggle families,¡¨ he lowered his
voice, so the wife was incapable to overhear, ¡§ I want ten games that Muggle
kids like to play. Do you think you can do that for me?¡¨
¡§ Sure. Um, Mr. Weasley¡Kwhat do
you want them for?¡¨ Hermione asked softly.
¡§ You will know soon enough¡¨ was
the reply she gotten back.
*
After Mr. Weasley was out of
sight, Harry tossed out a paper and a ballpoint pen out of nowhere. Yes, a
paper and a pen, not a parchment or a quill. Hermione and he began to
brainstorm and jogging down ideas. It was almost the exact same time when they
finished and when Mrs. Weasley called out for everybody to eat the dinner. As
they sat down in the wooden seats, Mr. Weasley was already there in the dining room.
Warily not to let Mrs. Weasley notice, Harry quickly handed the paper to him
under the table.
¡§ Ron, are the gnome all caught
properly?¡¨ The housewife asked doubtfully, when all the people were finally
settled by the table. The son promptly blushed all the way up to his ears,
stammered out.
¡§ Well, um, I think, um,
yeah¡KBut you know, you can never get all of them, though¡K¡¨
At the instant Mrs. Weasley
understood that her son had been outside playing with God-knows-what, instead
of following her order, all the while. Unable to control her anger, she yelled
at him to go back complete it right after dinner. Ron was obviously reluctant,
but after seeing his mother¡¦s ferocious face, he nodded his head.
There was quite a cold pause
filling the atmosphere when they quietly ate their spaghetti and meatballs.
Then, when George went to bring the leftover popcorn to the rest as a dessert,
Mrs. Weasley vocalized again, also with a question.
¡§ Oh, Harry, what did you do a
while ago, then? I hope sending Ron to do errand did not bore you out!¡¨ She
laughed at her own joke, not realizing her children were staring at her with
the words not funny written clearly on their faces.
¡§ Don¡¦t worry, Mrs. Weasley, I
was just fine. After all, I did have Hermione to¡K¡¨ as he talked, Ron suddenly
choked on a small meatball. He coughed a little bit, but soon turned back to
normal. Seeing he was ok, Harry constantly continued.
¡§ I did have Hermione to, um,
help Mr. Weasley write something.¡¨
¡§ Write what, exactly?¡¨
¡§ Whether or not they had seen
strange things --- Muggle things--- happening when they were pretending to be
one of them. You know, to help with my job,¡¨ answered the man nervously, before
neither Harry nor Hermione could move their lips. No way was he going to let
his wife got all blown up for his unique interest in Muggles again!
¡§ Everyone, here comes the
brilliant Poppoco!¡¨ cried George, with an enormous bowl holding in the palm.
¡§ Popcorn, George.
Gees, be a little comprehensive, can¡¦t you?¡¨ snapped Ron in a rather annoyed
tone. He stood up and pushed the chair inward abruptly, and walked out the
room. It was a certainty that he was mad. Very mad.
Harry immediately sensed his
best friend¡¦s storming anger. Being concerned and anxious, he told the rest of
them that he was going to see if Ron was ok, and left the table.
The guy traced up the shaky
stairs. Eventually, he found a red haired boy sitting silently on the bed,
having fire burning in his eyes.
¡§ Hey, what¡¦s wrong?¡¨ Harry
asked worriedly. But the only thing Ron showed him was an empty gaze. That
gained his anxiety up even more. For some reason, he had a feeling that the
conversation was not leading to a good path. He sat on the floor, facing Ron,
seemed to be waiting for an answer. After several minutes, or longer, Ron
finally spoke up.
¡§ Harry, you want to know what¡¦s
wrong?---It¡¦s you.¡¨
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