All through Dinner Hermione watched Lori. She still hadn't deciphered her feelings toward the girl. Hermione scanned the table noticing all of the guests. The Weasly's did all have Red hair and what a large family. "Why is Lori's hair blond?" She thought aloud.
"Gets it from her mum" Ron said through a bite of pudding. "Never met her, though. Her dad's a Weasly, important man- top of some corporation."
"And he's not here?" Harry said eyeing Lori. All the other kids sat within their families. Lori sat at the end, alone.
Ron shook his head. Haven't seen her dad in years. He's the
sorta'' bloke who would abandon his family for a bit of money. Don't think Lori's seen him in years."
"But how come your other cousins all have red hair. Not all the adults are flame heads." Hermione pushed the subject, Lori may have been nice but Hermione wasn't happy until she managed to solve this mystery.
"True," admitted Ron "the Weasly's just got strong genes. Don't know why you care so much 'Mione."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "When were you two alone, I didn't hear anything about a new nickname?"
Ron opened his mouth but a whizzing noise covered whatever he was planning on saying. Sparks erupted through the sky- Fred, or George, had set of fireworks.
Hermione had always loved the Weasly's. And now that she knew more, she loved them two. Uncle Ernesto always tugged her ear as he passed - producing a coin and presenting it to her. She loved all Ron's relatives. 'I wish this were my family, I wish I could find a way to become a Weasly' she blushed as her thoughts turned to Ron and she remembered marriage. Stupid Aunt Riana had set her mind one tracked.
As the night wore on the adults began telling stories. Hermione's favorite involved Ron finding getting hold of his father's wand and transporting himself to Australia.
"I was three years old" Ron cried indignantly as the family laughed. When Mr. Weasly finally found him he was asleep in the pouch of a kangaroo. Hermione heard Ron mutter something about how his family should have been watching him.
After the story about Ron different family members told stories about each of the kids, all blushing in turn.
Hermione waited patiently for a story about perfect Lori but the second the American came up Mrs. Weasly ushered them up to bed. Hermione heard the family laugh below and she saw Lori - blushing - entering Ginny's room. Hermione sighed and followed Ron into their room.
Ron pulled of his shirt "Ron" Hermione gasped. Hermione stared at Ron.
"Oh. S-sorry I wasn't thinking." He turned and faced the wall to put his bed shirt on. "Umm, look 'Mione, you face that wall and I'll face this." He jabbed his thumb behind him.
"But" Hermione blushed "What if you peek?"
"I wouldn't peek!" Ron stated, as if it were obvious. "I mean, who would want to peek at you?" He laughed.
Hermione didn't think it was as funny. "How dare you Ron, you. You. you Ugly GIT!" Both friends began to shout at the same time. Their words drowned out by their own noise.
Aunt Raina stepped in. Suddenly both children shot across the room so that they were nearly touching. Great Aunt Susannah stood twiddling her wand. "Newly weds should not fight"
Ron looked at the woman as if she were mad. "Were not married, you crazy loon!" The old witch left and closed the door. Hermione stared at where she had just been. "What did she do?" Ron asked
"I guess it didn't work. I'm fine are you okay?" Hermione asked forgetting their recent row. Hermione walked off towards her trunk and Ron followed. "Ron what are you doing?"
Ron pulled his hand away from her with a straggled cry Hermione watched as her hand followed "the cuffing curse." He stated "'Mione were locked together" he lifted his arm again and hers came with it.
Lori knocked on the door and entered, "is everything okay?" She looked curious, "I heard yelling"
Ron opened his mouth "We-"
"Were fine" Hermione stated cutting him off. She shot him a look
"Oh, okay then, good night." She left and Hermione explained.
"Ron this is bad enough do you want the entire family knowing we can't separate." Ron looked horrified. "Good"
Ron suddenly remembering the argument was reminded of getting dressed. "Look I didn't mean what I said. I promise, lets just face opposite directions. I- I didn't mean that no one would ever want to look at you- I mean um."
Hermione shook her head "It's okay. But we still need to change. Look, I'll close my eyes and you get dressed then we'll switch. That way we can each use two hands."
Ron quickly exchanged his pants for boxers then told Hermione it was her turn.
Hermione took off her top and pulled her tank top over her head. She pulled off her pants but when she went to pull her new shorts on she felt Ron's hand drag across her leg.
"I Er- I. I am really sorry Hermione. I didn't-" Hermione slipped on her shorts and told him to forget it.
The two turned for the bed, their next challenge.
"I always sleep on the right side"
"I always sleep on the left side"
Ron laughed "At least that's easy."
Hermione couldn't help but remember something Lavender had said - "When you share a bed with a boy and you can easily agree where to sleep your soul mates. No matter what else you argue about, you're defiantly meant to be." Of course Lavender hadn't really meant the 'side of the bed' thing she had been more focused on 'share a bed with a boy' but she had to have got the quote from some more reasonable source.
She felt a tug on her arm and followed Ron to the bed. Both lay in silence Ron remembering what her smooth skin had felt like and Hermione deep in thought about Lavender's quote.
After a great deal of time Hermione looked over at Ron, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. There hands were only a few inches apart so Hermione shortened the distance placing her hand in his. Feeling awkward and yet contempt she finally fell asleep.
Ron, who had been waiting for Hermione to sleep first tightened the grip and drifted of to his dreams, which were amazingly similar to his life.
I'm am going to try and post every day. but that means the chapters are going to be short. Sorry.
"Gets it from her mum" Ron said through a bite of pudding. "Never met her, though. Her dad's a Weasly, important man- top of some corporation."
"And he's not here?" Harry said eyeing Lori. All the other kids sat within their families. Lori sat at the end, alone.
Ron shook his head. Haven't seen her dad in years. He's the
sorta'' bloke who would abandon his family for a bit of money. Don't think Lori's seen him in years."
"But how come your other cousins all have red hair. Not all the adults are flame heads." Hermione pushed the subject, Lori may have been nice but Hermione wasn't happy until she managed to solve this mystery.
"True," admitted Ron "the Weasly's just got strong genes. Don't know why you care so much 'Mione."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "When were you two alone, I didn't hear anything about a new nickname?"
Ron opened his mouth but a whizzing noise covered whatever he was planning on saying. Sparks erupted through the sky- Fred, or George, had set of fireworks.
Hermione had always loved the Weasly's. And now that she knew more, she loved them two. Uncle Ernesto always tugged her ear as he passed - producing a coin and presenting it to her. She loved all Ron's relatives. 'I wish this were my family, I wish I could find a way to become a Weasly' she blushed as her thoughts turned to Ron and she remembered marriage. Stupid Aunt Riana had set her mind one tracked.
As the night wore on the adults began telling stories. Hermione's favorite involved Ron finding getting hold of his father's wand and transporting himself to Australia.
"I was three years old" Ron cried indignantly as the family laughed. When Mr. Weasly finally found him he was asleep in the pouch of a kangaroo. Hermione heard Ron mutter something about how his family should have been watching him.
After the story about Ron different family members told stories about each of the kids, all blushing in turn.
Hermione waited patiently for a story about perfect Lori but the second the American came up Mrs. Weasly ushered them up to bed. Hermione heard the family laugh below and she saw Lori - blushing - entering Ginny's room. Hermione sighed and followed Ron into their room.
Ron pulled of his shirt "Ron" Hermione gasped. Hermione stared at Ron.
"Oh. S-sorry I wasn't thinking." He turned and faced the wall to put his bed shirt on. "Umm, look 'Mione, you face that wall and I'll face this." He jabbed his thumb behind him.
"But" Hermione blushed "What if you peek?"
"I wouldn't peek!" Ron stated, as if it were obvious. "I mean, who would want to peek at you?" He laughed.
Hermione didn't think it was as funny. "How dare you Ron, you. You. you Ugly GIT!" Both friends began to shout at the same time. Their words drowned out by their own noise.
Aunt Raina stepped in. Suddenly both children shot across the room so that they were nearly touching. Great Aunt Susannah stood twiddling her wand. "Newly weds should not fight"
Ron looked at the woman as if she were mad. "Were not married, you crazy loon!" The old witch left and closed the door. Hermione stared at where she had just been. "What did she do?" Ron asked
"I guess it didn't work. I'm fine are you okay?" Hermione asked forgetting their recent row. Hermione walked off towards her trunk and Ron followed. "Ron what are you doing?"
Ron pulled his hand away from her with a straggled cry Hermione watched as her hand followed "the cuffing curse." He stated "'Mione were locked together" he lifted his arm again and hers came with it.
Lori knocked on the door and entered, "is everything okay?" She looked curious, "I heard yelling"
Ron opened his mouth "We-"
"Were fine" Hermione stated cutting him off. She shot him a look
"Oh, okay then, good night." She left and Hermione explained.
"Ron this is bad enough do you want the entire family knowing we can't separate." Ron looked horrified. "Good"
Ron suddenly remembering the argument was reminded of getting dressed. "Look I didn't mean what I said. I promise, lets just face opposite directions. I- I didn't mean that no one would ever want to look at you- I mean um."
Hermione shook her head "It's okay. But we still need to change. Look, I'll close my eyes and you get dressed then we'll switch. That way we can each use two hands."
Ron quickly exchanged his pants for boxers then told Hermione it was her turn.
Hermione took off her top and pulled her tank top over her head. She pulled off her pants but when she went to pull her new shorts on she felt Ron's hand drag across her leg.
"I Er- I. I am really sorry Hermione. I didn't-" Hermione slipped on her shorts and told him to forget it.
The two turned for the bed, their next challenge.
"I always sleep on the right side"
"I always sleep on the left side"
Ron laughed "At least that's easy."
Hermione couldn't help but remember something Lavender had said - "When you share a bed with a boy and you can easily agree where to sleep your soul mates. No matter what else you argue about, you're defiantly meant to be." Of course Lavender hadn't really meant the 'side of the bed' thing she had been more focused on 'share a bed with a boy' but she had to have got the quote from some more reasonable source.
She felt a tug on her arm and followed Ron to the bed. Both lay in silence Ron remembering what her smooth skin had felt like and Hermione deep in thought about Lavender's quote.
After a great deal of time Hermione looked over at Ron, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. There hands were only a few inches apart so Hermione shortened the distance placing her hand in his. Feeling awkward and yet contempt she finally fell asleep.
Ron, who had been waiting for Hermione to sleep first tightened the grip and drifted of to his dreams, which were amazingly similar to his life.
I'm am going to try and post every day. but that means the chapters are going to be short. Sorry.