Grave Revelation
By Redd Butterfly
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Chapter 6: Difficult
Dinner went by pleasantly with Mr. and Mrs. Granger making small talk about their work and being extra nice to Ron and Hermione. After dinner, the Grangers and Ron left all the dishes in the sink and made their way to the living room for fifteen minutes of more light talk until the rest of the Weasleys arrive.
At exactly eight o'clock, they began arriving in the fireplace. Mr. Weasley was the first out, followed closely by Ginny, then George, Fred, and, finally, Mrs. Weasley.
At first, the Weasleys just crowded in one area and stared at the Granger household. Upon spotting the Grangers, they made their way to them, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley leading the way.
"Cristopher! Susan! Good to see you again," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed giving Mrs. Granger a hug.
"Good to see you too, Molly."
Beside them, Mr. Weasley shook Mr. Granger's hand and commented on their entertainment center.
"Wow Cris, do those all run on eclectricity?"
"Not now, Arthur," Mrs. Weasley reproved.
Mr. Granger chuckled and said, "Maybe next time I'll show you how to operate them." Mr. Weasley smiled at that.
After a very loud ahem from Fred and George, Mr. Weasley remembered about his other children.
"Oh," Mr. Weasley chuckled. "Let me introduce my other children—"
"It's fine dad," Fred said, cutting his father off. "We could do it ourselves." After clearing his throat, he continued. "This remarkably handsome fellow," he said holding out his hands as if to present him, "is my brother, George."
George took Mr. Granger's hand and said, "Good to see you Mr. Granger," as he shook it. Then he stepped back so he was again next to his twin.
"And this," George said, mimicking Fred's movements, "is my equally handsome brother, Fred." Fred stepped forward to shake Mrs. Granger's hand. Then he took his place by his twin.
"Now, may we present to you...," Fred said seriously.
"...the youngest Weasley..."
"...and our only sister..."
After a brief pause, they held out their hands towards Ginny and said in unison, "...Virginia Weasley!"
"Ginny, for short," George finished as an after thought.
Being a more confident, self-assured person, Ginny didn't blush. Instead, she just rolled her eyes at her brothers and started to laugh. Then, she stepped towards the Grangers.
"Please excuse them, Mr. and Mrs. Granger," she said while shaking their hands. "Don't worry, Ron is not that crazy."
Ron coughed. He suddenly remembered what the Grangers thought he and Hermione were going to tell them, and cursed Ginny for mentioning him at all.
"Well," said Mrs. Granger with a smile. "Ron and Hermione said that we needed to talk about something. Please have a seat."
Everyone did.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat on one of the smaller, two-seater, couches with Ron and Hermione sitting across from them in another smaller couch. The rest of the Weasleys sat in the large sofa that was situated perpendicular to the smaller couches.
A couple of seconds passed and no one spoke.
"Okay," Hermione said, not being able to take the silence any longer. "Um...does anyone want some tea?" Everyone nodded and said a quiet "Yes, please," "That sounds good," or "That would be wonderful."
As she got up to leave, Ron mumbled, "I'll help," and followed her to the kitchen.
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As soon as we were both in the kitchen, I faced Ron.
"This is not going well," I said sadly. Ron didn't say anything for a while. Then he stepped forward and hugged me. But I wasn't surprised. He's been doing things out of the ordinary all day that I almost expected him to hug me. And, I must admit, I was glad he did so.
"Everything will be all right," he whispered. After a few more seconds, he released me.
"So...let's make tea."
"The kettle is already on the stove, just fill it with water. I'll get the tea bags."
Then we waited for the water to boil. It wasn't boring, though. In fact, the wait was pretty pleasant. Since Quidditch was cancelled due to the Triwizard Tournament last year, Ron and I weren't able to spend nights alone studying, playing chess, or having small conversations while Harry was at practice. I never realized how much I missed those nights until now.
The kettle whistled quicker than I would have liked. Regretfully, I ended a conversation we were have about what our week had been like and got up to get the tea ready. Not surprisingly, Ron got up as well and grabbed the kettle from me.
"I did say I'd help you with the housework," he said, starting to pour the water in some cups. I just blushed. I guess he's finally getting it. My heart leaped for joy and I couldn't stop my lips from forming a smile.
In silence, I watched as he poured water in the last cup. When he finished, he laid the kettle back on the stove. I was about to move towards the tray with the cups on it to carry it into the living room when we suddenly heard Daddy yell, "This is ridiculous! You must be joking!"
Ron and I stared at one another and rushed quickly back into the living room, the tea forgotten.
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