Chapter 2
The rest of the day passed incredibly slowly for Ron, but Fred, George and Ginny were very busy. Every so often, they would set off a Filibuster firework so everyone would think that things were normal. In reality, all three of them were writing. Fred and George were trying to copy Ron's handwriting, whilst Ginny was trying to think up a good poem expressing Ron's love for Hermione.
"I can't do it," she grumbled. "Why can't we just copy one?"
"Because," sighed George. "This is Hermione we're talking about here. If we copy one she's bound to have seen it somewhere."
"If you can't think of one we'll do it," Fred suggested helpfully.
""Hermione you make me go nuts, you're better than doughnuts" is hardly romantic," Ginny said rolling her eyes at the twins' suggestion.
Ron woke up early the next morning. He didn't want to, but Pigwidgeon colliding heavily with his window then hooting loudly woke the whole house up. He sighed, got dressed hurriedly and retrieved him from the garden where he had landed. He carried Pigwidgeon back up to his room, dropped him on his bed and opened Hermione's letter.
Dear Ron,
I would love to stay with you again. I think Crookshanks would enjoy coming too. He's missed chasing gnomes, and the odd spider isn't as fun as chasing something that has a few brain cells.
Don't worry about what Ginny has been telling me, she hasn't said anything that I didn't already know or that I could guess. Just stop reading Flying with the Cannons for a bit and you'll be fine.
As for why I didn't go stay with Krum, I don't really want to talk about it. Before you ask I'm not telling Harry about it either.
I think Pig could do with a rest (he collapsed when he arrived at my house). Could you possibly use another owl, or have you managed to learn how to use a telephone yet? I'll write my number (which you press to call people) on the bottom of this letter.
Love, Hermione.
Ron rushed to find his parents. They were in the living room, his father tinkering with a clock and his mother reading The Daily Prophet. They decided to pick Hermione up in their new car the next day at one. When Ron asked his father if he could use the telephone, his father beamed.
"Oh, wonderful," he said looking as if he had just been announced the Minister for Magic. "I wanted to see if it was working properly."
Ron dialled the number Hermione had given him. She answered the phone straight away.
"Hello?" she said.
"Um, hi. It's me. Ron." He congratulated himself on the most witty and imaginative way to greet the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.
"Oh! Um, so." Hermione's response surprised Ron. She sounded just as nervous as he was.
"I was ringing to see if it we should pick you up at one tomorrow. If that's okay with you, of course."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll see you then."
Just then, Ginny ran in. "Give me the phone," she demanded. "I want to talk to Hermione. You need to de-gnome the garden."
Ron scowled at Ginny as she snatched the phone from his grasp. He went out to the garden, where Fred and George were already. As he flung a gnome absent-mindedly onto Fred's face he realised that he needed to get all his homework done before one o'clock the next day.
Just as Fred was about to attempt to murder Ron, George grabbed him, and pointed to Ron, who was throwing gnomes over the wall like his life depended on it.
***End of chapter 2***
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The rest of the day passed incredibly slowly for Ron, but Fred, George and Ginny were very busy. Every so often, they would set off a Filibuster firework so everyone would think that things were normal. In reality, all three of them were writing. Fred and George were trying to copy Ron's handwriting, whilst Ginny was trying to think up a good poem expressing Ron's love for Hermione.
"I can't do it," she grumbled. "Why can't we just copy one?"
"Because," sighed George. "This is Hermione we're talking about here. If we copy one she's bound to have seen it somewhere."
"If you can't think of one we'll do it," Fred suggested helpfully.
""Hermione you make me go nuts, you're better than doughnuts" is hardly romantic," Ginny said rolling her eyes at the twins' suggestion.
Ron woke up early the next morning. He didn't want to, but Pigwidgeon colliding heavily with his window then hooting loudly woke the whole house up. He sighed, got dressed hurriedly and retrieved him from the garden where he had landed. He carried Pigwidgeon back up to his room, dropped him on his bed and opened Hermione's letter.
Dear Ron,
I would love to stay with you again. I think Crookshanks would enjoy coming too. He's missed chasing gnomes, and the odd spider isn't as fun as chasing something that has a few brain cells.
Don't worry about what Ginny has been telling me, she hasn't said anything that I didn't already know or that I could guess. Just stop reading Flying with the Cannons for a bit and you'll be fine.
As for why I didn't go stay with Krum, I don't really want to talk about it. Before you ask I'm not telling Harry about it either.
I think Pig could do with a rest (he collapsed when he arrived at my house). Could you possibly use another owl, or have you managed to learn how to use a telephone yet? I'll write my number (which you press to call people) on the bottom of this letter.
Love, Hermione.
Ron rushed to find his parents. They were in the living room, his father tinkering with a clock and his mother reading The Daily Prophet. They decided to pick Hermione up in their new car the next day at one. When Ron asked his father if he could use the telephone, his father beamed.
"Oh, wonderful," he said looking as if he had just been announced the Minister for Magic. "I wanted to see if it was working properly."
Ron dialled the number Hermione had given him. She answered the phone straight away.
"Hello?" she said.
"Um, hi. It's me. Ron." He congratulated himself on the most witty and imaginative way to greet the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.
"Oh! Um, so." Hermione's response surprised Ron. She sounded just as nervous as he was.
"I was ringing to see if it we should pick you up at one tomorrow. If that's okay with you, of course."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll see you then."
Just then, Ginny ran in. "Give me the phone," she demanded. "I want to talk to Hermione. You need to de-gnome the garden."
Ron scowled at Ginny as she snatched the phone from his grasp. He went out to the garden, where Fred and George were already. As he flung a gnome absent-mindedly onto Fred's face he realised that he needed to get all his homework done before one o'clock the next day.
Just as Fred was about to attempt to murder Ron, George grabbed him, and pointed to Ron, who was throwing gnomes over the wall like his life depended on it.
***End of chapter 2***
Okay, how was this chapter? If you have any comments, please review (especially if they are positive)! =P Oh, thank you for telling me I only put accept signed reviews, hermione cline, I didn't realise! Thank you to everyone who reviewed!