Title: Problems at the Burrow
Chapter Two: Backfires
A/N: Today is Thursday. Did you know that? I did. Well, I'm going to sleep very well tonight. I just got home from ballet, and I was a little tired until I drank a Mountain Dew (YUM). And now I'm awake and on a sugar rush. I'm going to see HP&CoS Saturday at 12:45. I'm excited. My BFF hasn't seen it yet, so... She's in for a very HOT (TOM FELTON, SEAN BIGGERSTAFF, DANIEL RADCLIFF, RUPERT GRINT, the PHELP TWINS...) movie. I'd better get on to the disclaimer and dedication.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue me because I really don't have too much. Really. I'm not joking with you at all. It's not even funny. I had to beg my Dad to buy my toe-shoes for ballet because they were like 75.00 because I have odd feet. But oh well. J.K. Rowling owns everything. Except for my plot.
Dedication: To everyone who gave me AWESOME reviews on my first chapter. I thought it was going to be kinda sucky, but it wasn't. To my heroes (that would be Sommy, Tropical Fishy, Saralea, and Avril Lavigne...) And I also have to thank WENDY especially because she is my friend (...? Thanks for helping with my science homework!!!!). Also, thaks to TOM FELTON for being so hott. I also want to thank vh1 for playing Ultimate Albums like eight days in a row. I love it! Mr. Mathers for life!
I didn't know what to say. Ginny had an evil look on her face (not extremely evil, but like, not a good pretty face). I didn't know what to say. Sometimes she frightened me with her wild ideas. But once in a while, they were OK. Like this one time... Well, that's another story, this was a very different one. That one includes chocolate milk, a blanket, and a lot of hand motions. I'll tell you about that one later.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows together. I was almost afraid to ask. She stood up and paced (swinging her amrs, making her look like a sailor in a 40's musical that was about to break out into song and dance) back and forth in her room. She chewed on her bottum lip. She brushed her hair out of her eyes (apparently she wasn't going to break into song and dance) and then stopped. The room was still, and we could hear Percey cursing in his bedroom.
"We could do a truth potion." She grinned at me. "We could put it in his food, during lunch or supper, and then poof... We could find out if he liked you!" She giggled, and I could just imagine it. Ron, walking up to me and telling me that he thought I was an ugly, know it all git and wanted me to leave his house forever. I wasn't exactly sure if I wanted that to happen.
"But -"
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione." Ginny clucked her tongue, and I looked panicked, I was sure. She leaned forward in my face (so close that I could smell her breath; it smelled like beacon and butter). "Trust me. I have performed more than my share of Truth Potions. And I'm an expert at them."
For some reason, I didn't believe her.
I hung out with Ron and Harry until the potion was done. I was not doing very well with playing Wizard's Chess. Though, usually I hadn't really been very good at the game. I was playing Harry and not paying attention to what I was doing (how could I when Ron was sitting there, watching my every move? He was just so... hot... Again, Mandy is going to murder me for this story, I swear!). Harry had taken nearly all of my people, and was about to check me (I knew this because I had no idea where to go, and it was my move) when Ron whispered in my ear, "Knight to his Bishop." It made a shiver race down my spine, and where his breath hit my skin, it felt like I was on fire. I did what he told me, and took his piece. It was my third. Harry moved his pawn, and Ron whispered again, "There's you're chance. Checkmate." He leaned forward a little more, accidently(I think...) brushing his lips against my cheek. I did this, and Harry groaned in disbelief.
"No fair! You're the best Chess player ever!" Harry cried, and I giggled. I usually won only against Neville. And everyone beat Neville. But he never got tired of losing.
"So? She's one of the worst!" I smacked Ron's arm, and he chuckled. There was a knock on the door, and I knew that it was Ginny. 'Potion must be done,' I thought, sighing. I grinned and stood up, openning the door. Sure enough, it was Ginny. She was gazing at me smugly.
"Lunch is ready," she declared. She pulled me up, then added. "Everyone has a specific, important seat. If you change seats, I will hurt you." She gave that devilish look. We got downstairs (the boys giving me very bizarre looks; Harry mouthed, "What the hell?" and I shrugged) and Ginny arranged us strategiclly. She was sitting beside Harry, me beside Ron, and the Twins on either side which was left over. Percey had decided not too eat ("Too much work to do").
"So, everyone, how are we doing today?" Ginny asked. She glanced at Ron expectantly. He was nearly done devoring his food, and had not shown any signs of Truth Spells. I took a bit of my food, and then thought that the condements tasted sort of bizarre.
"Ginny, what did you put on these sandwhiches?" I asked. It tasted sort of weird. I couldn't place it. "Does anyone elses taste...?" I felt something weird going through my viens, and suddenly, Ginny had a very bad look on her face. She mumbled, "oh no," very quietly, and groaned.
***
Hermione looked very bizarre. She still looked very pretty (her big almond eyes, elegantly curved eyeblashes, full pink lips, freckles on her turned up nose... Very nicely developed body, I might add... That had come as one big suprise) but sort of like she had eaten a bad lemon. Or something like that.
"Ron, this is all my fault," Ginny exclaimed, just as Hermione turned towards me. Her eyes were big, and she smiled sweetly at me. Her face lit up, and she dazzled me with her perfect white teeth. She tucked her hair behind her ears (the bangs that had come loose from the ponytail that she had in her hair... I longed to brush them out of her eyes, lean forward and kiss every freckle on her nose and cheeks).
"Hey there, cutie," she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine. My eyes flew open, and I groaned. She was very cute, and I thought that I heard her groan too. I felt something pushing against my lips, and nearly gasped as I realized it was her tongue trying to get into my mouth.
And I did what any hormone driven guy would do. I let her in.
She tasted sweet, and sort of like whatever was in the potion. But mostly she tasted like something that I couldn't place. She was Hermione, pretty much. And she was heavenly. I was running out of air, and was more so when she put her little hand on my shoulder. It was just a simple gesture, but it was very nice feeling.
I heard Ginny mumbling out of the sensible part of my mind that was not thinking about kissing Hermione (which was a very, very small part; who would want to think of their younger sister when they were snogging an extremely hot and able bodied girl that was nearly mauling you?). She was explaining that she had mixed a potion up. "I told Hermione that I was doing a Truth potion, but I did a true love one. It makes them not want to leave their soulmate. And, look..."
I pulled away to breath, but Hermione just latched on to my neck. "What do you mean, you mixed up the potion?" I asked breathlessly. George and Fred had an amazed expression on their faces. Hermione was getting a little... erm, intimate. They raised their eyebrows and glanced at eachother.
"It was supposed to be on you. Because you know, she's liked you forever." Ginny shrugged.
"Four years, two months," Hermione said breathlessly, lips swollen. She started attacking my mouth again. I couldn't really understand anything else, except for the occasional, "She gave hima hickey," and "That can't be true."
"It'll wear off in about two hours."
It was very, very bizarre. Like a really, really good dream. And I wasn't waking up anytime soon.
:.....TBC~.....:
That was a different one. Still PG? I'm thinkin' so. If not, then tell me. I'm mean, it's not that bad? Is it? I should bump the rating up prolly, but I don't know... I mean, on Shag.... That should've been PG-13. Just leave it at PG, kay? I don't really know how it's supposed to be... Let me know....
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Chapter Two: Backfires
A/N: Today is Thursday. Did you know that? I did. Well, I'm going to sleep very well tonight. I just got home from ballet, and I was a little tired until I drank a Mountain Dew (YUM). And now I'm awake and on a sugar rush. I'm going to see HP&CoS Saturday at 12:45. I'm excited. My BFF hasn't seen it yet, so... She's in for a very HOT (TOM FELTON, SEAN BIGGERSTAFF, DANIEL RADCLIFF, RUPERT GRINT, the PHELP TWINS...) movie. I'd better get on to the disclaimer and dedication.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue me because I really don't have too much. Really. I'm not joking with you at all. It's not even funny. I had to beg my Dad to buy my toe-shoes for ballet because they were like 75.00 because I have odd feet. But oh well. J.K. Rowling owns everything. Except for my plot.
Dedication: To everyone who gave me AWESOME reviews on my first chapter. I thought it was going to be kinda sucky, but it wasn't. To my heroes (that would be Sommy, Tropical Fishy, Saralea, and Avril Lavigne...) And I also have to thank WENDY especially because she is my friend (...? Thanks for helping with my science homework!!!!). Also, thaks to TOM FELTON for being so hott. I also want to thank vh1 for playing Ultimate Albums like eight days in a row. I love it! Mr. Mathers for life!
I didn't know what to say. Ginny had an evil look on her face (not extremely evil, but like, not a good pretty face). I didn't know what to say. Sometimes she frightened me with her wild ideas. But once in a while, they were OK. Like this one time... Well, that's another story, this was a very different one. That one includes chocolate milk, a blanket, and a lot of hand motions. I'll tell you about that one later.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows together. I was almost afraid to ask. She stood up and paced (swinging her amrs, making her look like a sailor in a 40's musical that was about to break out into song and dance) back and forth in her room. She chewed on her bottum lip. She brushed her hair out of her eyes (apparently she wasn't going to break into song and dance) and then stopped. The room was still, and we could hear Percey cursing in his bedroom.
"We could do a truth potion." She grinned at me. "We could put it in his food, during lunch or supper, and then poof... We could find out if he liked you!" She giggled, and I could just imagine it. Ron, walking up to me and telling me that he thought I was an ugly, know it all git and wanted me to leave his house forever. I wasn't exactly sure if I wanted that to happen.
"But -"
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione." Ginny clucked her tongue, and I looked panicked, I was sure. She leaned forward in my face (so close that I could smell her breath; it smelled like beacon and butter). "Trust me. I have performed more than my share of Truth Potions. And I'm an expert at them."
For some reason, I didn't believe her.
I hung out with Ron and Harry until the potion was done. I was not doing very well with playing Wizard's Chess. Though, usually I hadn't really been very good at the game. I was playing Harry and not paying attention to what I was doing (how could I when Ron was sitting there, watching my every move? He was just so... hot... Again, Mandy is going to murder me for this story, I swear!). Harry had taken nearly all of my people, and was about to check me (I knew this because I had no idea where to go, and it was my move) when Ron whispered in my ear, "Knight to his Bishop." It made a shiver race down my spine, and where his breath hit my skin, it felt like I was on fire. I did what he told me, and took his piece. It was my third. Harry moved his pawn, and Ron whispered again, "There's you're chance. Checkmate." He leaned forward a little more, accidently(I think...) brushing his lips against my cheek. I did this, and Harry groaned in disbelief.
"No fair! You're the best Chess player ever!" Harry cried, and I giggled. I usually won only against Neville. And everyone beat Neville. But he never got tired of losing.
"So? She's one of the worst!" I smacked Ron's arm, and he chuckled. There was a knock on the door, and I knew that it was Ginny. 'Potion must be done,' I thought, sighing. I grinned and stood up, openning the door. Sure enough, it was Ginny. She was gazing at me smugly.
"Lunch is ready," she declared. She pulled me up, then added. "Everyone has a specific, important seat. If you change seats, I will hurt you." She gave that devilish look. We got downstairs (the boys giving me very bizarre looks; Harry mouthed, "What the hell?" and I shrugged) and Ginny arranged us strategiclly. She was sitting beside Harry, me beside Ron, and the Twins on either side which was left over. Percey had decided not too eat ("Too much work to do").
"So, everyone, how are we doing today?" Ginny asked. She glanced at Ron expectantly. He was nearly done devoring his food, and had not shown any signs of Truth Spells. I took a bit of my food, and then thought that the condements tasted sort of bizarre.
"Ginny, what did you put on these sandwhiches?" I asked. It tasted sort of weird. I couldn't place it. "Does anyone elses taste...?" I felt something weird going through my viens, and suddenly, Ginny had a very bad look on her face. She mumbled, "oh no," very quietly, and groaned.
***
Hermione looked very bizarre. She still looked very pretty (her big almond eyes, elegantly curved eyeblashes, full pink lips, freckles on her turned up nose... Very nicely developed body, I might add... That had come as one big suprise) but sort of like she had eaten a bad lemon. Or something like that.
"Ron, this is all my fault," Ginny exclaimed, just as Hermione turned towards me. Her eyes were big, and she smiled sweetly at me. Her face lit up, and she dazzled me with her perfect white teeth. She tucked her hair behind her ears (the bangs that had come loose from the ponytail that she had in her hair... I longed to brush them out of her eyes, lean forward and kiss every freckle on her nose and cheeks).
"Hey there, cutie," she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine. My eyes flew open, and I groaned. She was very cute, and I thought that I heard her groan too. I felt something pushing against my lips, and nearly gasped as I realized it was her tongue trying to get into my mouth.
And I did what any hormone driven guy would do. I let her in.
She tasted sweet, and sort of like whatever was in the potion. But mostly she tasted like something that I couldn't place. She was Hermione, pretty much. And she was heavenly. I was running out of air, and was more so when she put her little hand on my shoulder. It was just a simple gesture, but it was very nice feeling.
I heard Ginny mumbling out of the sensible part of my mind that was not thinking about kissing Hermione (which was a very, very small part; who would want to think of their younger sister when they were snogging an extremely hot and able bodied girl that was nearly mauling you?). She was explaining that she had mixed a potion up. "I told Hermione that I was doing a Truth potion, but I did a true love one. It makes them not want to leave their soulmate. And, look..."
I pulled away to breath, but Hermione just latched on to my neck. "What do you mean, you mixed up the potion?" I asked breathlessly. George and Fred had an amazed expression on their faces. Hermione was getting a little... erm, intimate. They raised their eyebrows and glanced at eachother.
"It was supposed to be on you. Because you know, she's liked you forever." Ginny shrugged.
"Four years, two months," Hermione said breathlessly, lips swollen. She started attacking my mouth again. I couldn't really understand anything else, except for the occasional, "She gave hima hickey," and "That can't be true."
"It'll wear off in about two hours."
It was very, very bizarre. Like a really, really good dream. And I wasn't waking up anytime soon.
:.....TBC~.....:
That was a different one. Still PG? I'm thinkin' so. If not, then tell me. I'm mean, it's not that bad? Is it? I should bump the rating up prolly, but I don't know... I mean, on Shag.... That should've been PG-13. Just leave it at PG, kay? I don't really know how it's supposed to be... Let me know....
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