~~*-Later that day-*~~
It was nearly time for lunch when Hermione and Ron returned from there walk.
The feeling Hermione had at the creek was soo strong that it bothered her.
Why should I be feeling this way about Ron? she thought as she stepped through the door, greeted by the smell of roasted turkey and fresh bread, hes just my *friend*... thats all.. just my friend, this is just some silly crush I have.. like, God forbid, the one I had on Draco during my third year.
"Smells good mum," Ron exclaimed, siting down, as Ginny entered the kitchen grinning like a mad man.
Mrs.Weasley smiled and set down lunch on the table, turning back to the stove to check on the bread.
Hermione smiled and looked at Ginny sideways, yes, she must be very happy... she only looks like this when she and Harry are talking or... OMIGOSH! she thought, Oh, ... Harry and Ginny? no, Im being stupid, I cant just jump to conclusions like that....
Hermione leaned over and whispered in Ginnys ear,"whats going on?"
Ginny turned and grinned, she turned to her mum," S'cuse us for a moment mum," she said, pulling Hermione by the arm, out of her chair towards the living room.
"Ginny, what the-" Ginny shoved her gently into the sofa," Shush! I have to tell you something important and excellent" she said jumping from one foot to the other,"Read this!" she said, shoving a letter she got from her pocket into her hand.
Hermiones eyes widened as she read;
Dear Ginny,
Hullo, how are you? Myself, im not to bad, Dudley's being a huge pain in the arse but other that that..I was thinking... when you talked to me on the train to Hell thats what Harry calls the Hogwarts express everytime it takes him home you know Gin, I feel the same way, I really do. . .
Well I better send this off soon, Uncle Vernon is yelling that he might lock up Hedwig, so... Goodbye Gin, Write back soon.
With love,
harry.
Hermione set down the letter, looking half confused and half shocked.
"So.." Ginny said, jumping up on the couch, crouching down by her," did you read it ? He feels the same way!" she clasped her hands together and fell down onto the couch with a big THUMP.
She sighed with happiness and looked at Hermione, who looked at her side ways, eyebrows raised.
Hermione shrugged and walked off to lunch, Ginny, who followed moments later mumbling something about 'being jealous'.
"Well, Ron, Hermione.. Ginny? what have you kids got for plans today? anything fun?" Mrs.Weasley said siting back, very full from her three course lunch.
Ron shrugged, looking down at his empty go figure plate.
Ginny was still grinning from ear to ear and was obvisouly thinking only of her letter, Hermione just looked up and looked from Ron to Ginny, to Ron again, then shrugged and sat back sighing.
Mrs.Weasley tutted and pursed her lips together.
After a couple minutes of silence, Ginny stood up and announced that she was going to her room to write an important 'letter', running up the stairs with a 'THUD THUD THUD', following by a couple more minutes of silence, then Ron stood up," Er. . . I'm going to. . . play Quidditch with Fred and George" Fred and George never came in for lunch
Ron turned to the back door, looked back giving a small wave to his mum and Hermione, then ran out.
Mrs. Weasley and Hermione sat there for a brief second, Hermione was looking out at the window, watching Ron run over the hill side towards his brothers who were up in the air still on there broom sticks until. . .,"Well, Hermione," Hermione jumped out of her thoughts as Mrs.Weasley spoke," Would you mind if you helped me with the dishes a bit?"
The dishes? Hermione thought, Doesn't she use magic?
"But dont you use magic? It only takes about a minute if you do so," She suggested, wondering if thats what Mrs.Weasley was talking about, using magic.
Mrs.Weasley chuckled," Well, I could use magic, but, why not a little extra work with the good old soap and sponge?" she replied, getting up and opening a draw pulling out muggle liquid soap and a muggle sponge. Hermione blinked in amazement," You've been reading Mr.Weasleys muggle house keeping books again, haven't you?"she asked, hoping Mrs.Weasley wasn't turning into a muggle obsesser like Mr.Weasley, poor Ron, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Mrs.Weasley laughed," Oh no, Hermione dear, I do some muggle house work every now and then, Im trying to teach Ginny how to muggle clean as a matter of fact, GINNY!" mrs. weasley bellowed.
From upstairs they heard a little muffled voice from behind her door,"yes mum?"
Mrs.Weasley set down her 'cleaning supplies' and marched to the end of the stairs," Ginny get down here! I have a little chore for you to do, Hermione could help as well," she turned and smiled sweetly towards Hermione, several seconds later, Ginny was heard, stomping down the stairs purposely making a loud racket,"WHAT mum, WHAT the bloody h-heck do you want? Im highly busy right now!"
Mrs.Weasley sighed and glared heavily at Ginny," GINNY you are to do the chores that I ask you to do or there will be consequences, I mean it,"she folded her arms across her chest, looking down at Ginny.
Ginny cringed a bit, Mrs.Weasley suddenly didn't look soo 'sweet' anymore.
It was nearly time for lunch when Hermione and Ron returned from there walk.
The feeling Hermione had at the creek was soo strong that it bothered her.
Why should I be feeling this way about Ron? she thought as she stepped through the door, greeted by the smell of roasted turkey and fresh bread, hes just my *friend*... thats all.. just my friend, this is just some silly crush I have.. like, God forbid, the one I had on Draco during my third year.
"Smells good mum," Ron exclaimed, siting down, as Ginny entered the kitchen grinning like a mad man.
Mrs.Weasley smiled and set down lunch on the table, turning back to the stove to check on the bread.
Hermione smiled and looked at Ginny sideways, yes, she must be very happy... she only looks like this when she and Harry are talking or... OMIGOSH! she thought, Oh, ... Harry and Ginny? no, Im being stupid, I cant just jump to conclusions like that....
Hermione leaned over and whispered in Ginnys ear,"whats going on?"
Ginny turned and grinned, she turned to her mum," S'cuse us for a moment mum," she said, pulling Hermione by the arm, out of her chair towards the living room.
"Ginny, what the-" Ginny shoved her gently into the sofa," Shush! I have to tell you something important and excellent" she said jumping from one foot to the other,"Read this!" she said, shoving a letter she got from her pocket into her hand.
Hermiones eyes widened as she read;
Dear Ginny,
Hullo, how are you? Myself, im not to bad, Dudley's being a huge pain in the arse but other that that..I was thinking... when you talked to me on the train to Hell thats what Harry calls the Hogwarts express everytime it takes him home you know Gin, I feel the same way, I really do. . .
Well I better send this off soon, Uncle Vernon is yelling that he might lock up Hedwig, so... Goodbye Gin, Write back soon.
With love,
harry.
Hermione set down the letter, looking half confused and half shocked.
"So.." Ginny said, jumping up on the couch, crouching down by her," did you read it ? He feels the same way!" she clasped her hands together and fell down onto the couch with a big THUMP.
She sighed with happiness and looked at Hermione, who looked at her side ways, eyebrows raised.
Hermione shrugged and walked off to lunch, Ginny, who followed moments later mumbling something about 'being jealous'.
"Well, Ron, Hermione.. Ginny? what have you kids got for plans today? anything fun?" Mrs.Weasley said siting back, very full from her three course lunch.
Ron shrugged, looking down at his empty go figure plate.
Ginny was still grinning from ear to ear and was obvisouly thinking only of her letter, Hermione just looked up and looked from Ron to Ginny, to Ron again, then shrugged and sat back sighing.
Mrs.Weasley tutted and pursed her lips together.
After a couple minutes of silence, Ginny stood up and announced that she was going to her room to write an important 'letter', running up the stairs with a 'THUD THUD THUD', following by a couple more minutes of silence, then Ron stood up," Er. . . I'm going to. . . play Quidditch with Fred and George" Fred and George never came in for lunch
Ron turned to the back door, looked back giving a small wave to his mum and Hermione, then ran out.
Mrs. Weasley and Hermione sat there for a brief second, Hermione was looking out at the window, watching Ron run over the hill side towards his brothers who were up in the air still on there broom sticks until. . .,"Well, Hermione," Hermione jumped out of her thoughts as Mrs.Weasley spoke," Would you mind if you helped me with the dishes a bit?"
The dishes? Hermione thought, Doesn't she use magic?
"But dont you use magic? It only takes about a minute if you do so," She suggested, wondering if thats what Mrs.Weasley was talking about, using magic.
Mrs.Weasley chuckled," Well, I could use magic, but, why not a little extra work with the good old soap and sponge?" she replied, getting up and opening a draw pulling out muggle liquid soap and a muggle sponge. Hermione blinked in amazement," You've been reading Mr.Weasleys muggle house keeping books again, haven't you?"she asked, hoping Mrs.Weasley wasn't turning into a muggle obsesser like Mr.Weasley, poor Ron, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Mrs.Weasley laughed," Oh no, Hermione dear, I do some muggle house work every now and then, Im trying to teach Ginny how to muggle clean as a matter of fact, GINNY!" mrs. weasley bellowed.
From upstairs they heard a little muffled voice from behind her door,"yes mum?"
Mrs.Weasley set down her 'cleaning supplies' and marched to the end of the stairs," Ginny get down here! I have a little chore for you to do, Hermione could help as well," she turned and smiled sweetly towards Hermione, several seconds later, Ginny was heard, stomping down the stairs purposely making a loud racket,"WHAT mum, WHAT the bloody h-heck do you want? Im highly busy right now!"
Mrs.Weasley sighed and glared heavily at Ginny," GINNY you are to do the chores that I ask you to do or there will be consequences, I mean it,"she folded her arms across her chest, looking down at Ginny.
Ginny cringed a bit, Mrs.Weasley suddenly didn't look soo 'sweet' anymore.