A/n What a week, I have midterms Tuesday. Between studying and trying to
find time to run, I have not been able to write. Thanks to all reviewers,
here is the next chapter, this in not what most of you expected; there will
be at least a chapter after this one. I am sory if this bunches together.
When I write this everything is niced and spaced out,but whn I load it on
to ff it bunches up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Ginny Weasely, or
Hermione Granger. I do own Fred and George for they are my slaves (No I
don't own them) This whole story belongs to J.K Rowling expect for the
plot.
The red haired boy woke up to the sunlight streaming through his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and quietly got his clothes on so not to wake his best friend in the bed next to him. It was Christmas Eve at last. He thought to his self as he sauntered down the steps. He spied two others in the kitchen, two girls, one with red hair and the other with wonderfully full chestnut hair.
" Good morning Ron," Hermione said who was carefully pouring syrup on her pancakes . " Mum made pancakes," Ginny said as she stared at the oven watching some cookies.
" Where is Mum?" Ron quickly asked as he piled pancakes onto his plate and then poured syrup over the very tall stack. It took Ginny a moment to answer, making Ron wonder what was going on.
" Well, lets just say she is with Fred and George," Ginny replied.
" Ginny do you know what kind of syrup this is?" Hermione asked . " It is the same kind we have everyday," Ginny replied, " Ron, Mum would like you and Hermione to get some presents down from the attic, she said they would be the only wrapped presents."
" Sure, we will Ginny," Hermione quickly replied
The bushy haired girl and the red haired boy made their way up to attic. Neither of the two talked both to mad at each other to say anything. Hermione had tried to be friendly earlier, but she guessed it had not worked. She sighed loudly to herself. Doing so made Ron give her an evil look. They both entered into the attic, and the heavy wooden door was magically flown shut, and locked.
"Shit! the ghoul," Ron said very loudly . " No just us," Fred said as him and George stepped out from behind a large walnut chest.
" And me," Harry said appearing from behind stack of dusty books.
" And me," Ginny said coming from the large wooden door.
" Ginny, how did you get up here so quickly?'' Ron said nervously . " There is more then one way to get up to the attic," she said slyly.
" Now please have a seat," George said.
Ron and Hermione sat on the cold floor of the attic in the middle of circle. Hermione's eyes moved from Ginny to Harry pleading for an answer. No one gave her one. Ron stared rabidly at the twins. What the bloody hell was going on here was all he could think. He sat with his arms folded waiting.
" So Ron do you like Hermione as more then a friend?" Harry asked. Damn Harry why was he asking this. Hermione stared at him waiting for answer. He would just say no.
" Yes," He replied. Where the hell did that answer come from? Hermione's eyes lit up with realization of what was happening. She soon dreaded what was coming next.
" Hermione do you like Ron the same way he likes you?" Ginny asked. Hermione gulped there was no way of avoiding it.
" Yes," She said quickly closing her mouth.
"Well George it looks like our truth syrup works," Fred said smiling. As long as they could tell the truth Hermione had a question for Ron.
" Were you jealous of Victor?" She said turning to Ron. A smile danced playfully across her lips. " Yes, I was," Ron replied. He prayed that this crap would wear off. He might as well, he thought. " Hermione would you kiss me?" he asked knowing this was tormenting Hermione.
" Yes," she said. She looked up, and everyone had left her and Ron by themselves. She guess Ginny was right, there was more then one way to the attic. She slowly leaned in, and his lips lightly touched hers for only a short few seconds. This as many first kisses do. They pulled away not quite knowing what to say.
" Ginny, why could we not stay for the kiss?" Fred asked.
" I am Hermione's friend and would not be right for us to watch her first kiss," Ginny replied. " I hope they don't just snog all the time now," Harry said . " I am sure you could find someone you can snog too, Harry," George said winking at Ginny. She rolled her eyes. She looked up at the door in the attic and wondered how long they would be up there.
A/n well please review, and wait to see what happens in the next chapter. Again, I am sorry for all mistakes in here, and for it taking so long.
The red haired boy woke up to the sunlight streaming through his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and quietly got his clothes on so not to wake his best friend in the bed next to him. It was Christmas Eve at last. He thought to his self as he sauntered down the steps. He spied two others in the kitchen, two girls, one with red hair and the other with wonderfully full chestnut hair.
" Good morning Ron," Hermione said who was carefully pouring syrup on her pancakes . " Mum made pancakes," Ginny said as she stared at the oven watching some cookies.
" Where is Mum?" Ron quickly asked as he piled pancakes onto his plate and then poured syrup over the very tall stack. It took Ginny a moment to answer, making Ron wonder what was going on.
" Well, lets just say she is with Fred and George," Ginny replied.
" Ginny do you know what kind of syrup this is?" Hermione asked . " It is the same kind we have everyday," Ginny replied, " Ron, Mum would like you and Hermione to get some presents down from the attic, she said they would be the only wrapped presents."
" Sure, we will Ginny," Hermione quickly replied
The bushy haired girl and the red haired boy made their way up to attic. Neither of the two talked both to mad at each other to say anything. Hermione had tried to be friendly earlier, but she guessed it had not worked. She sighed loudly to herself. Doing so made Ron give her an evil look. They both entered into the attic, and the heavy wooden door was magically flown shut, and locked.
"Shit! the ghoul," Ron said very loudly . " No just us," Fred said as him and George stepped out from behind a large walnut chest.
" And me," Harry said appearing from behind stack of dusty books.
" And me," Ginny said coming from the large wooden door.
" Ginny, how did you get up here so quickly?'' Ron said nervously . " There is more then one way to get up to the attic," she said slyly.
" Now please have a seat," George said.
Ron and Hermione sat on the cold floor of the attic in the middle of circle. Hermione's eyes moved from Ginny to Harry pleading for an answer. No one gave her one. Ron stared rabidly at the twins. What the bloody hell was going on here was all he could think. He sat with his arms folded waiting.
" So Ron do you like Hermione as more then a friend?" Harry asked. Damn Harry why was he asking this. Hermione stared at him waiting for answer. He would just say no.
" Yes," He replied. Where the hell did that answer come from? Hermione's eyes lit up with realization of what was happening. She soon dreaded what was coming next.
" Hermione do you like Ron the same way he likes you?" Ginny asked. Hermione gulped there was no way of avoiding it.
" Yes," She said quickly closing her mouth.
"Well George it looks like our truth syrup works," Fred said smiling. As long as they could tell the truth Hermione had a question for Ron.
" Were you jealous of Victor?" She said turning to Ron. A smile danced playfully across her lips. " Yes, I was," Ron replied. He prayed that this crap would wear off. He might as well, he thought. " Hermione would you kiss me?" he asked knowing this was tormenting Hermione.
" Yes," she said. She looked up, and everyone had left her and Ron by themselves. She guess Ginny was right, there was more then one way to the attic. She slowly leaned in, and his lips lightly touched hers for only a short few seconds. This as many first kisses do. They pulled away not quite knowing what to say.
" Ginny, why could we not stay for the kiss?" Fred asked.
" I am Hermione's friend and would not be right for us to watch her first kiss," Ginny replied. " I hope they don't just snog all the time now," Harry said . " I am sure you could find someone you can snog too, Harry," George said winking at Ginny. She rolled her eyes. She looked up at the door in the attic and wondered how long they would be up there.
A/n well please review, and wait to see what happens in the next chapter. Again, I am sorry for all mistakes in here, and for it taking so long.