Chapter 3- Visiting Ron and Hermione
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
~Vitamin C
The next day was Sunday. Harry figured he would be able to sleep in late, but Ginny had other plans. She woke him up at nine and told him that they were going to visit Ron and Hermione, since Harry hadn't seen them in a long time. Harry agreed that it was a good idea and by ten they were ready to go.
"Where are we going to see them?" Harry asked, knowing that Ron and Hermione didn't live near each other.
"The Burrow. Here, take some floo powder." Ginny handed the tin she kept it in to Harry and he took a pinch. A few minutes they were in the house Ginny grew up in.
"Mom! We're here," Ginny called. Mrs. Weasley came from the den and hugged her daughter. Then she hugged Harry. "Are the others here yet?"
"Not yet Ginny, but you two are early. Would you like some tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No thank you," Harry said politely. He wasn't much of a tea drinker. Ginny said the same thing, she wasn't thirsty. The three talked for a few minutes before Mrs. Weasley excused herself to go tend to her garden. Harry and Ginny sat down at the kitchen table and waited for Ron and Hermione. Hermione was the first to arrive. When she saw Harry she squealed and gave him a huge hug. Then she gave her sister-in-law a hug also.
"What are you doing here Harry?" Hermione asked. Then, not letting him say anything, she rambled on. "He must be the surprise you were talking about Ginny." Ginny nodded, smiling. "What a great surprise!" Hermione exclaimed.
"So how are you doing Hermione?" Harry asked.
"I'm good. Our youngest, Rachel, has a bit of a cold, so she's been acting up lately, but I left her with Fred. She never seems to give him a problem."
"How old is she?"
"She's a year and a half old. She has the same red hair as her father. Devin is 3 now. He looks more like me. So how are you? Still dating Vanessa?"
"Nope, I'm single and happy for the time being. I'm staying with Ginny for awhile."
"That's great."
"Is it really?" Ron said, entering the room, smiling. "Do we really trust Harry with my baby sister?" He gave both Harry and Ginny hugs.
"Ron," Ginny whined. "I'm twenty two years old, I'm not a baby. Besides, Harry and I are just friends."
"Sure. That's what they all say," Ron teased. Ginny slapped his arm playfully. He just laughed.
"So Ron, what's new with you now-a-days?" Harry asked.
"Well, my fiancé and I are planning a wedding at the moment."
"You proposed?" Both Hermione and Ginny squealed at once.
"Congratulations," Harry said. "That's great." Hermione and Ginny were not satisfied with just knowing that Ron finally proposed to his long time girlfriend, Abigail Bryant. (Who had been a Ravenclaw in Ginny's year) They wanted details.
"When?" Hermione asked.
"Yesterday," Ron replied.
"Did you do it romantically?" Ginny asked.
"I asked her during a candlelit meal I had made." Hermione and Ginny sighed at the thought of this.
"And why didn't we receive and owl?" Ginny asked. "Does Mom know?"
"Yes, Mom knows. We were waiting for a time when everyone was all together to tell everyone all at once."
"But why didn't Mom tell me?"
"I don't know Ginny, but I thought we were going to have a good day today, not ask me a million questions."
"Yeah, what are we going to do today?" Hermione asked.
"We can play two on two Quidditch," Harry suggested.
"Yeah!" Ron agreed.
Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and said "guys," while rolling their eyes. But in the end they too agreed to play Quidditch, since they couldn't think of anything better that the men would agree to. Besides, flying was always fun. The teams ended up boys against girls, and the girls decided that they would have to beat Ron and Harry no matter what the costs. They would prove that girls very well could beat boys at Quidditch.
Hermione, overconfident at her and Ginny's skills offered a little wager. "How about the losers of the game have to make the winners lunch?"
"You're on Granger," Ron replied, not even asking Harry if it was okay, since he knew it was. "We plan on winning."
"Weasley," Hermione corrected. "And there is no way you're winning."
"You know how weird it is that you married my brother? I'm still not used to calling you Hermione Weasley. I've known you my whole life as Hermione Granger, and then you go and steal my last name."
"Get used to it, I'm here to stay," Hermione said.
"I'm the only one here who's not a Weasley, huh?" Harry commented.
"It seems that way," Ginny said.
Once the game started, Ron started to wonder if he should have taken Hermione up on the bet. Harry, who had never been anything but a Seeker, had a hard time trying to be a Beater against Hermione. Ron was also having a hard time, trying to dart back and forth from Chaser to Keeper. Ginny and Hermione seemed to not have a problem at all. Ginny was the Chaser/Keeper and Hermione was the Beater. They were used to the positions they played, for they were the same positions they always played at the Borrow. Ginny and Hermione made a great team and the men started to worry about their odds of winning. Since there was no snitch to end the game, there was a one-hour timer on, and when the hour was up, the team with the most points won. Half an hour into the game the women were up by fifty points and the men were grumbling.
"I hope you can cook," Hermione said, taunting Harry as she shot a bludger his way.
"I won't need to, we're going to send you women where you belong- the kitchen."
"All talk, no action isn't going to send us anywhere," Hermione replied.
Ginny scored another goal against her brother and smiled. "Ready to admit that we are better Quidditch players?" she asked, getting on Ron's nerves even more.
"Not in your lifetime," he replied.
When the timer rang the women were up by one goal. Harry and Ron had worked their butts off in the second half of the game, but they just couldn't beat the girls. Needless to say, the women were very proud of themselves and they didn't mind showing the men how proud they were. The men minded though.
"So what would you like for lunch?" Harry asked.
"I want spaghetti and meatballs. But I want meatless meatballs, because I'm not big on the meat thing. I also want fresh baked bread with that. And for desert I think homemade chocolate-dipped strawberries. What about you Hermione?"
"That sounds good Ginny, but I want my meatballs to actually have meat in them. Think you can handle that?" She asked Ron and Harry. They just looked at each other and gulped. They nodded at the girls and walked into the house. Ginny and Hermione stayed outside and laughed about what a hard time Ron and Harry were going to have. They sat down on the bench that was located in the garden. Mrs. Weasley was no longer there.
"Ginny, when you told Ron that you and Harry are just friends, did you mean that?" Hermione asked, knowing the extent of Ginny's crush on Harry when she was younger.
"Yeah, there is nothing between us," Ginny said truthfully.
"But do you with there was?" Hermione asked, hitting the nail on its head.
"Well...yeah. He's had such bad luck with girls in the past, I want to show him what a relationship not based on fame is like. But he really doesn't need another girlfriend right now. And we're having such a good time as friends, I wouldn't want to ruin that because I still have feelings for him."
"I understand. But don't spend your whole life wondering what could have been, okay? Promise me that. Promise that you will eventually tell him how you feel."
"Okay Hermione, I promise."
Inside Harry and Ron were having a hard time making lunch. The spaghetti was easy and they had found pre-made meatballs in the freezer, of meat and veggie variety, but making bread was causing all sorts of trouble. In the first loaf they made they had forgotten yeast and it had turned out flat and hard as a rock. Finally they had put dough in the oven that they were confident would come out as real bread.
"Harry, can you check if we have any strawberries?" Ron asked.
"They're right here. Where is the chocolate?" Harry said as he handed Ron the strawberries.
"In my hand. All we have to do is melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it. That can't be that hard." They started to melt the chocolate and began talking about other things. "So you and Ginny truly aren't together?"
"No, we aren't. Why would you think that we were? You and Hermione were roommates for a couple months right after Hogwarts, and nothing was going on between you two."
"Yeah...but-"
"It's the same deal here. Your sister is a great woman, but I don't see her and I together. At least not soon."
"Okay, but if you and her ever do start dating, treat her right."
"Ron, you know I would."
"Yeah, you're right. Owww!"
"What's the matter?" Harry asked.
"The chocolate burned me," Ron said, putting his finger under cold water.
"Well, I think the bread's done."
Half an hour later the men called Hermione and Ginny into the dining room for lunch. Everyone had a good time chatting while eating the food Ron and Harry had made. Everyone agreed that they had done a good job cooking. After lunch they all went for a walk in a nearby park. Ron had found a Frisbee in his dad's shed and brought it along. They threw it around for a while.
When they got back to the Borrow they all played another game of Quidditch, which the boys won this time, though they had a feeling that the girls let them. Harry and Ginny had to leave after the game and all their goodbyes were said.
When Ginny and Harry arrived back at Ginny's house Harry said, "Thanks for bringing me there. I really miss them."
"Well of course you do, they are your friends."
"They were my friends," Harry stated.
"No, they are your friends, and will always be. Don't forget that," Ginny said, correcting Harry. Harry realized that Ginny was right, Ron and Hermione would always be his friends, no matter how much he had shut them out, they hadn't held it against them.
~*~*~*~
I realize that wizards and witches don't have freezers, but I don't know how they keep their food cool, so just go along with me. And do they have stoves? I don't know.
I would like to thank _boxerwoman_, Lavendar Brown, and LiLDoodle for reviewing the second chapter. If you have any ideas for future chapters, tell me and I'll think about them. Please review, I would great appreciate it. Have a good day! ~Kori Bischoff
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends forever
~Vitamin C
The next day was Sunday. Harry figured he would be able to sleep in late, but Ginny had other plans. She woke him up at nine and told him that they were going to visit Ron and Hermione, since Harry hadn't seen them in a long time. Harry agreed that it was a good idea and by ten they were ready to go.
"Where are we going to see them?" Harry asked, knowing that Ron and Hermione didn't live near each other.
"The Burrow. Here, take some floo powder." Ginny handed the tin she kept it in to Harry and he took a pinch. A few minutes they were in the house Ginny grew up in.
"Mom! We're here," Ginny called. Mrs. Weasley came from the den and hugged her daughter. Then she hugged Harry. "Are the others here yet?"
"Not yet Ginny, but you two are early. Would you like some tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No thank you," Harry said politely. He wasn't much of a tea drinker. Ginny said the same thing, she wasn't thirsty. The three talked for a few minutes before Mrs. Weasley excused herself to go tend to her garden. Harry and Ginny sat down at the kitchen table and waited for Ron and Hermione. Hermione was the first to arrive. When she saw Harry she squealed and gave him a huge hug. Then she gave her sister-in-law a hug also.
"What are you doing here Harry?" Hermione asked. Then, not letting him say anything, she rambled on. "He must be the surprise you were talking about Ginny." Ginny nodded, smiling. "What a great surprise!" Hermione exclaimed.
"So how are you doing Hermione?" Harry asked.
"I'm good. Our youngest, Rachel, has a bit of a cold, so she's been acting up lately, but I left her with Fred. She never seems to give him a problem."
"How old is she?"
"She's a year and a half old. She has the same red hair as her father. Devin is 3 now. He looks more like me. So how are you? Still dating Vanessa?"
"Nope, I'm single and happy for the time being. I'm staying with Ginny for awhile."
"That's great."
"Is it really?" Ron said, entering the room, smiling. "Do we really trust Harry with my baby sister?" He gave both Harry and Ginny hugs.
"Ron," Ginny whined. "I'm twenty two years old, I'm not a baby. Besides, Harry and I are just friends."
"Sure. That's what they all say," Ron teased. Ginny slapped his arm playfully. He just laughed.
"So Ron, what's new with you now-a-days?" Harry asked.
"Well, my fiancé and I are planning a wedding at the moment."
"You proposed?" Both Hermione and Ginny squealed at once.
"Congratulations," Harry said. "That's great." Hermione and Ginny were not satisfied with just knowing that Ron finally proposed to his long time girlfriend, Abigail Bryant. (Who had been a Ravenclaw in Ginny's year) They wanted details.
"When?" Hermione asked.
"Yesterday," Ron replied.
"Did you do it romantically?" Ginny asked.
"I asked her during a candlelit meal I had made." Hermione and Ginny sighed at the thought of this.
"And why didn't we receive and owl?" Ginny asked. "Does Mom know?"
"Yes, Mom knows. We were waiting for a time when everyone was all together to tell everyone all at once."
"But why didn't Mom tell me?"
"I don't know Ginny, but I thought we were going to have a good day today, not ask me a million questions."
"Yeah, what are we going to do today?" Hermione asked.
"We can play two on two Quidditch," Harry suggested.
"Yeah!" Ron agreed.
Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and said "guys," while rolling their eyes. But in the end they too agreed to play Quidditch, since they couldn't think of anything better that the men would agree to. Besides, flying was always fun. The teams ended up boys against girls, and the girls decided that they would have to beat Ron and Harry no matter what the costs. They would prove that girls very well could beat boys at Quidditch.
Hermione, overconfident at her and Ginny's skills offered a little wager. "How about the losers of the game have to make the winners lunch?"
"You're on Granger," Ron replied, not even asking Harry if it was okay, since he knew it was. "We plan on winning."
"Weasley," Hermione corrected. "And there is no way you're winning."
"You know how weird it is that you married my brother? I'm still not used to calling you Hermione Weasley. I've known you my whole life as Hermione Granger, and then you go and steal my last name."
"Get used to it, I'm here to stay," Hermione said.
"I'm the only one here who's not a Weasley, huh?" Harry commented.
"It seems that way," Ginny said.
Once the game started, Ron started to wonder if he should have taken Hermione up on the bet. Harry, who had never been anything but a Seeker, had a hard time trying to be a Beater against Hermione. Ron was also having a hard time, trying to dart back and forth from Chaser to Keeper. Ginny and Hermione seemed to not have a problem at all. Ginny was the Chaser/Keeper and Hermione was the Beater. They were used to the positions they played, for they were the same positions they always played at the Borrow. Ginny and Hermione made a great team and the men started to worry about their odds of winning. Since there was no snitch to end the game, there was a one-hour timer on, and when the hour was up, the team with the most points won. Half an hour into the game the women were up by fifty points and the men were grumbling.
"I hope you can cook," Hermione said, taunting Harry as she shot a bludger his way.
"I won't need to, we're going to send you women where you belong- the kitchen."
"All talk, no action isn't going to send us anywhere," Hermione replied.
Ginny scored another goal against her brother and smiled. "Ready to admit that we are better Quidditch players?" she asked, getting on Ron's nerves even more.
"Not in your lifetime," he replied.
When the timer rang the women were up by one goal. Harry and Ron had worked their butts off in the second half of the game, but they just couldn't beat the girls. Needless to say, the women were very proud of themselves and they didn't mind showing the men how proud they were. The men minded though.
"So what would you like for lunch?" Harry asked.
"I want spaghetti and meatballs. But I want meatless meatballs, because I'm not big on the meat thing. I also want fresh baked bread with that. And for desert I think homemade chocolate-dipped strawberries. What about you Hermione?"
"That sounds good Ginny, but I want my meatballs to actually have meat in them. Think you can handle that?" She asked Ron and Harry. They just looked at each other and gulped. They nodded at the girls and walked into the house. Ginny and Hermione stayed outside and laughed about what a hard time Ron and Harry were going to have. They sat down on the bench that was located in the garden. Mrs. Weasley was no longer there.
"Ginny, when you told Ron that you and Harry are just friends, did you mean that?" Hermione asked, knowing the extent of Ginny's crush on Harry when she was younger.
"Yeah, there is nothing between us," Ginny said truthfully.
"But do you with there was?" Hermione asked, hitting the nail on its head.
"Well...yeah. He's had such bad luck with girls in the past, I want to show him what a relationship not based on fame is like. But he really doesn't need another girlfriend right now. And we're having such a good time as friends, I wouldn't want to ruin that because I still have feelings for him."
"I understand. But don't spend your whole life wondering what could have been, okay? Promise me that. Promise that you will eventually tell him how you feel."
"Okay Hermione, I promise."
Inside Harry and Ron were having a hard time making lunch. The spaghetti was easy and they had found pre-made meatballs in the freezer, of meat and veggie variety, but making bread was causing all sorts of trouble. In the first loaf they made they had forgotten yeast and it had turned out flat and hard as a rock. Finally they had put dough in the oven that they were confident would come out as real bread.
"Harry, can you check if we have any strawberries?" Ron asked.
"They're right here. Where is the chocolate?" Harry said as he handed Ron the strawberries.
"In my hand. All we have to do is melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it. That can't be that hard." They started to melt the chocolate and began talking about other things. "So you and Ginny truly aren't together?"
"No, we aren't. Why would you think that we were? You and Hermione were roommates for a couple months right after Hogwarts, and nothing was going on between you two."
"Yeah...but-"
"It's the same deal here. Your sister is a great woman, but I don't see her and I together. At least not soon."
"Okay, but if you and her ever do start dating, treat her right."
"Ron, you know I would."
"Yeah, you're right. Owww!"
"What's the matter?" Harry asked.
"The chocolate burned me," Ron said, putting his finger under cold water.
"Well, I think the bread's done."
Half an hour later the men called Hermione and Ginny into the dining room for lunch. Everyone had a good time chatting while eating the food Ron and Harry had made. Everyone agreed that they had done a good job cooking. After lunch they all went for a walk in a nearby park. Ron had found a Frisbee in his dad's shed and brought it along. They threw it around for a while.
When they got back to the Borrow they all played another game of Quidditch, which the boys won this time, though they had a feeling that the girls let them. Harry and Ginny had to leave after the game and all their goodbyes were said.
When Ginny and Harry arrived back at Ginny's house Harry said, "Thanks for bringing me there. I really miss them."
"Well of course you do, they are your friends."
"They were my friends," Harry stated.
"No, they are your friends, and will always be. Don't forget that," Ginny said, correcting Harry. Harry realized that Ginny was right, Ron and Hermione would always be his friends, no matter how much he had shut them out, they hadn't held it against them.
~*~*~*~
I realize that wizards and witches don't have freezers, but I don't know how they keep their food cool, so just go along with me. And do they have stoves? I don't know.
I would like to thank _boxerwoman_, Lavendar Brown, and LiLDoodle for reviewing the second chapter. If you have any ideas for future chapters, tell me and I'll think about them. Please review, I would great appreciate it. Have a good day! ~Kori Bischoff