Chapter 5
It was now the fifth week of the holidays. Hermione and Ron thought it was strange that Fred, George and Ginny hadn't retaliated, especially after all the letters they had got back of their Hogwarts classmates saying how funny the pictures were. Little did they know that the trio was busy, perfecting the plot that (if it went to plan) would mean that Ron would willingly transfer to Durmstrang, just to avoid Hermione.
They were all going to Diagon Alley. They would meet Harry there and take him back to the Burrow. Ron was still asleep in bed. Downstairs, as punishment for a joke gone wrong (they had succeeded in almost sending the house up in flames), Fred and George were making everyone breakfast in bed.
"Where's Mum's mixture for bacon? We've finished this bottle," Fred asked George grumpily. Since they couldn't use magic, they had to use their Mum's potions to cook the food. They had done everyone's but Ron's, and they wanted to get away as soon as possible.
George gestured to a bottle in the cupboard, and carried a tray upstairs. Fred poured some of the mixture onto some bacon (which instantly became cooked) and took Ron's tray upstairs. He didn't notice the label on the other side of the bottle, which said "Slow Acting Truth Potion".
Ron had just got ready. He had eaten his breakfast, taken a little nap, and finally got dressed. Hermione knocked on his door. After ha had said she could come in, she opened the door.
"Ron," she said in a disapproving tone. "Open these curtains! You need to let some light in!" Paying no heed to his protests, she went over to his bedside table, and yanked the curtains open. Then she looked down at what was on the table.
Fred and Ginny were outside the door, desperately trying not to laugh, when George came up, looking horrified.
"The potion you put on Ron's food wasn't the normal cooking mixture. It was the one Mum puts on our food to make us confess to stuff," he said, in a low whisper.
"This should be interesting, then," said Fred, looking worriedly back into the room.
The potion was just taking effect as Hermione stared at the picture on Ron's desk. Ron went over to look at what she was staring at, and suddenly it felt as if some one was crushing his insides with stone. It was one of the cartoons he had drawn. Not just any of them either. It was the one of him and Hermione.
"Who drew that?" Hermione asked, softly. Ron was about to deny all knowledge, say that it must be one of the twin's jokes, when the potion got to his mouth before him.
"I did," he replied in horror.
Hermione wasn't at all angry however. She was blushing, but smiling at the same time.
"It's. good," she finally managed.
Ron was shocked. Had he heard correctly? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was Hermione in on some joke?
"You're not mad?" he asked timidly.
"No," said Hermione, with a look in her eyes which made Ron go scarlet. He was so relieved that he flung his arms around her. She hugged him back, and before either of them knew it, their lips were touching.
Later that day, at Diagon Alley, Harry met up with the Weasleys and Hermione. He went around the shops with his two friends, and he was surpirsed to see that they had admitted their feelings for each other.
"What happened?" he asked Ginny in surprise, back at the Burrow. Ginny shook her head.
"It would take too long to explain," she said. Fred and George nodded glumly. They would never forget this holiday. This was the first time a trick of theirs had backfired, and they were not looking forward to Hogwarts, with everyone laughing at them in the photos.
Eventually, Harry got Ron and Hermione to explain what happened (with a little help from the twins and Ginny). He didn't know what this year at Hogwarts would bring, but he knew his best friends would be very happpy.
***The end***
I made it to the end! =) Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it meant a lot to me. Now, should I write another story or not?
It was now the fifth week of the holidays. Hermione and Ron thought it was strange that Fred, George and Ginny hadn't retaliated, especially after all the letters they had got back of their Hogwarts classmates saying how funny the pictures were. Little did they know that the trio was busy, perfecting the plot that (if it went to plan) would mean that Ron would willingly transfer to Durmstrang, just to avoid Hermione.
They were all going to Diagon Alley. They would meet Harry there and take him back to the Burrow. Ron was still asleep in bed. Downstairs, as punishment for a joke gone wrong (they had succeeded in almost sending the house up in flames), Fred and George were making everyone breakfast in bed.
"Where's Mum's mixture for bacon? We've finished this bottle," Fred asked George grumpily. Since they couldn't use magic, they had to use their Mum's potions to cook the food. They had done everyone's but Ron's, and they wanted to get away as soon as possible.
George gestured to a bottle in the cupboard, and carried a tray upstairs. Fred poured some of the mixture onto some bacon (which instantly became cooked) and took Ron's tray upstairs. He didn't notice the label on the other side of the bottle, which said "Slow Acting Truth Potion".
Ron had just got ready. He had eaten his breakfast, taken a little nap, and finally got dressed. Hermione knocked on his door. After ha had said she could come in, she opened the door.
"Ron," she said in a disapproving tone. "Open these curtains! You need to let some light in!" Paying no heed to his protests, she went over to his bedside table, and yanked the curtains open. Then she looked down at what was on the table.
Fred and Ginny were outside the door, desperately trying not to laugh, when George came up, looking horrified.
"The potion you put on Ron's food wasn't the normal cooking mixture. It was the one Mum puts on our food to make us confess to stuff," he said, in a low whisper.
"This should be interesting, then," said Fred, looking worriedly back into the room.
The potion was just taking effect as Hermione stared at the picture on Ron's desk. Ron went over to look at what she was staring at, and suddenly it felt as if some one was crushing his insides with stone. It was one of the cartoons he had drawn. Not just any of them either. It was the one of him and Hermione.
"Who drew that?" Hermione asked, softly. Ron was about to deny all knowledge, say that it must be one of the twin's jokes, when the potion got to his mouth before him.
"I did," he replied in horror.
Hermione wasn't at all angry however. She was blushing, but smiling at the same time.
"It's. good," she finally managed.
Ron was shocked. Had he heard correctly? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was Hermione in on some joke?
"You're not mad?" he asked timidly.
"No," said Hermione, with a look in her eyes which made Ron go scarlet. He was so relieved that he flung his arms around her. She hugged him back, and before either of them knew it, their lips were touching.
Later that day, at Diagon Alley, Harry met up with the Weasleys and Hermione. He went around the shops with his two friends, and he was surpirsed to see that they had admitted their feelings for each other.
"What happened?" he asked Ginny in surprise, back at the Burrow. Ginny shook her head.
"It would take too long to explain," she said. Fred and George nodded glumly. They would never forget this holiday. This was the first time a trick of theirs had backfired, and they were not looking forward to Hogwarts, with everyone laughing at them in the photos.
Eventually, Harry got Ron and Hermione to explain what happened (with a little help from the twins and Ginny). He didn't know what this year at Hogwarts would bring, but he knew his best friends would be very happpy.
***The end***
I made it to the end! =) Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it meant a lot to me. Now, should I write another story or not?