::A.N.:: This is a story I like but don't think would have too many reviews. People would probably skip reading this note. Who cares, I just love to write crap in it anyway. Oh, I made up one line of this story while talking to my friend on the phone. Guess which one ::winks and holds a *thumbs up*:: Anyway, all the characters in this story are mine, the belong to J.K. Rowling, brilliant woman, she is. Anyway, read it and like it! Actually read it and then review it. I don't care much for reviews, but no flames, please. They hurt my feelings.
It was another quiet day at the Burrow. Wait, actually, the Burrow hasn't been quiet since the day Fred and George Weasley were born, but Anywho…It was in the morning and everyone was at home: Arthur Weasley (dad), Molly (mom), Bill and Charlie (brothers), Percy (another brother), Fred and George (another set of brothers), Ron (the last Weasley boy), and Ginny (the first girl but LAST Weasley child). Even Harry Potter (the boy with the scar) and Hermione Granger (the "I can do anything" overachiever) were staying at the Burrow. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were entering their last year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But, this was only in the summer; they didn't have to think about school right now, except for Hermione.
Everyone was eating breakfast peacefully at the table in the kitchen (like that would ever happen) when Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized that she had miscounted her children (the boy with black hair and the girl with brown hair quite didn't look "Weasley" enough. I *WONDER* why…)
"Where's my daughter?" Mrs. Weasley thought out loud.
"She's still upstairs, cooped up in her room, writing letters to someone, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. Everyone seemed to nod their head understandingly and was about to say, "Harry".
"Don't think she's writing to me, I'm right here. She wouldn't need to, she could just come down the stairs and talk to me," Harry said, continuing whatever it is he's eating.
"Well, she must be mushy-gushy about some boy. The last time this has every happened, Percy was too damn stubborn to get out of his bloody room!" Fred exclaimed. All eyes shifted to Percy, who was sipping his juice.
"What? Don't think she got it from me, I stopped sending owls to Penelope ages ago," Percy said, innocently.
"Right, sure you did. If by "ages ago" you mean last night, then we believe you. And you expect us to believe that all you do all night long in your room is writing papers for the Ministry of Magic?" George said.
"Actually, George, that would make perfect sense, especially since we are talking about Percy. What would he be doing, sending more letters to Penelope?" said Ron as Percy began to stuff more and more food down his throat.
"Actually, that does make sense too, Ron. You know, since Percy does love Penelope and everything," Fred added on.
"Oh, I don't care about Percy or him writing letters to Penelope when we all know that he is supposed to be doing his work of the Ministry. All I want to know is where the hell is my daughter!" Mrs. Weasley exploded.
"Here I am, mother," Ginny said, appearing in the kitchen suddenly.
"Oh, wonderful, darling. Now come, sit and eat," Mrs. Weasley said, as her tone grew gentle again. Ginny took a seat beside Hermione as the two whispered and giggled.
"Oooo, I think Ginny has a boyfriend," Fred taunted as he stretched out the word 'boyfriend'. Everyone had stopped eating and looked up at Ginny.
"What? A boyfriend?" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said in unison.
"Mum, dad, don't worry about it. It's just a fling," Ginny said, rather irritated.
"It doesn't matter, we don't even know the boy," Mr. Weasley said. Everyone then shifted their eyes to Harry.
"It's not me!" Harry exclaimed.
"I bet they're going on a date tomorrow night," Fred said as Ginny coughed while drinking her juice.
"Is that true, young lady? You're going on a date with this boy?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her voice back to her angered one.
"No, mum. I am not going on a date with this boy tomorrow night," she said as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sighed for relief.
"I'm going on a date with him tonight," she said, her eyes closed, hoping they would agree with her.
"No, no, no! Ginny, I will not let you go on a date with someone we don't know or trust! For all we know, he could be a muggle!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Oh, a muggle, eh?" Mr. Weasley said in delight.
"Oh, keep quiet, Arthur. I will talk to you later about this, young lady. Everyone back to their breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley shouted as she huffed her way out of the kitchen. Mr. Weasley followed her, trying to reason with her about the 'muggle' part.
"Who is this boy, Gin? We won't tell mum, we promise," Bill said, practically pleading.
"Yeah, we won't," Charlie added.
"Is it Neville?" Hermione, Ron, and Harry asked together.
"Is it that boy in your year? What's his name? Collin Creevey?" asked Percy.
"Is it—" Fred and George started.
"NO! FOR THE LAST TIME, IT ISN'T ME!" Harry yelled.
"Well, just a guess. Take it easy, Harry," George said, patting him on the back.
"Well, whoever it is, they better treat you right…" Bill started.
"Yeah, before all us, your brothers, will give him something to regret treating you nasty," Charlie finished.
"You'd do that for me?" Ginny asked, kind of taken aback about this fact.
"Of course," all her brothers replied.
"I can send a dragon to eat the boy," Charlie explained.
"And I can conjure up a spell to make the boy wish he had never done anything to you," Bill said.
"And Ron, Fred, and I could send him nasty treats made by our own hands," George added.
"That all sounds nice, but what will Percy do?" Ginny asked.
"Well, Percy can bore the guy to death with long lectures about the Ministry of Magic and what not," said Fred, simply. All, except for Percy (who scowled), laughed at that.