"Cool party Ron." Parvati said over her shoulder. She was dancing with Seamus in the Weasley's paddock, which had been, with everybody's help, turned into an ideal place for a party.
There were blue bubbles, courtesy of the twins and a large pack of Droolie's Best Bubble Gum.
Bill, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had somehow set up a sound system not unlike the one at the Yule Ball.
Mr. Weasley and Percy had convinced the Ministry to help set up portkeys for those who lived far away.
Charlie had persuaded several dozen pixies (of the non-cornish variety) to fly around, and
Mrs. Weasley had outdone herself with enough food to feed ten armies.
Ron had invited almost all of their graduating class (minus the Slytherins) which made it very hard for Hermione and Charlie to find a moment to be alone, a fact both of them found extremely frustrating.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been talking with Ernie, Justin, and Hannah. She excused herself for the millionth time. Harry and Ron barely noticed.
Stupid, Charlie thought. Don't know what they have.
He walked up to her, pretending to just congratulate her. As he turned to leave, he whispered "Your room, ten minutes."
She barely nodded.
It took him ten minutes just to get through the crowd down to the house. He took the stairs two at a time, and when he finally got to "her room," the room she and Ginny were sharing, Hermione was already waiting outside the door.
"You're late." She said, smiling. "But worth the wait."
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"Oh no!" Mrs. Weasley said. "We're out of ice!"
"I'll get some more mom!" Ginny yelled over the music.
"Fine!" Mrs. Weasley yelled back. "But put some real shoes on! No sandals!"
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Hermione opened the door and walked into the cramped bedroom, Charlie not far behind. They sat down on the edge of the bed.
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Ginny sighed as she made her way towards the house. How could her mom have even seen her feet? She was five feet away, and people were packed all around them.
A bush scratched her foot.
But wearing shoes wouldn't be that bad of an idea. It was a pretty long walk from their house to the store.
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Charlie wrapped his arms around her waist, a movement he had done quite a few times now. Sighing softly, Hermione leaned back against the pillow, her lips still on Charlie's.
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Where did I leave my shoes? Ginny wondered. Oh yeah, under the bed.
She opened the door, remembering not to slam it shut, as her mother had told her many times before.
She walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
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Charlie's right hand traveled from Hermione's cheek to her side. He slid his other hand under her back.
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Ginny took the stairs two at a time.
I'm glad my room is only on the third floor, she thought. I'd hate to have to go all the way up the stairs just to get to my room like Ron does.
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Hermione slid her hands from Charlie's sides to his face, and slowly ran them down his neck, down his shoulders, until they were resting on his chest.
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Only one more flight of stairs, Ginny reminded herself. She had left her sandals by the front door, so her small feet made almost no sound at all on the stairs.
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Charlie slid his right hand under Hermione so that she was completely smothered by him. She moved her hands from his chest to his back, overlapping them slightly.
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Finally, Ginny thought, stopping in front of her room to catch her breath. She reached for the doorknob.
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Hermione heard a small creak from outside the room.
Probably just your imagination, she told herself, as Charlie began kissing her neck.
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Ginny placed her hand on the doorknob.
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Did the doorknob just move? Charlie thought. He mentally sighed. Now your just getting paranoid-
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Ginny twisted the knob.
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"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Did you just hear something?" Mr. Weasley asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Sounded like Ginny screaming." Mrs. Weasley sighed. "She probably stepped on something. I told her to wear shoes."
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A/N: So what did you think? Cheesy? Stupid? Absolutely fan-diddily-tastic? (Ned Flander-ese for fantastic.) Well, most of you guys (WHO ACTUALLY ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS) put Ginny as one of the people you wanted to find out first, so I decided to go with her.
Sorry this has taken too long, but I have a really good excuse: I've been on the other side of the country. True. The second day of summer vacation, I had to be at school at 3:15. In. The. Morning. Just so I could go on a six hour flight to a place I've been before, to see stuff I never knew existed and didn't really care about in the first place. Okay, I'm over-exaggerating. (If there is such a thing.) It was pretty cool. If you want details, you can email me. But why you would want to hear about my trip is beyond me.
Oh yeah, the day after I got back from this week-long tour of the Coloniel East Coast, I had to go to a birthday party, and then the day after that I had an orthodontist appointment to get an indent done so I can get a new retainer (I lost my old one. Bad Dragonessa! Bad!) And get this: Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment at 8:45 in the morning. Is there a new law which says I can't spend my vacation vacationing?
Oh yeah, please, please, PLEASE answer the questions I put in chapters...um, whatever two chapters are before this. (Pathetic, I know, I've forgotten how many chapters there are in my own story and I'm too lazy to look it up.) In case you forgot, I actually use your input. See up at the begining of this stupidly long author's note? It says that I put Ginny first because you guys said you wanted her to find out. So unless you guys want two people deciding what happens, ANSWER THE QUESTIONS! NO DECISIONS WITHOUT REPRESENTATION! (This is what happens when I am forced to listen to people drone on about what I learned in fifth grade.)
Love, Dragonessa "Woman of the World" Smith
P.S: Did anyone else notice I used the words Slid and Wrapped a lot? If you think of any other (PG) words I could use, it would be very "Cool party Ron." Parvati said over her shoulder. She was dancing with Seamus in the Weasley's paddock, which had been, with everybody's help, turned into an ideal place for a party.
There were blue bubbles, courtesy of the twins and a large pack of Droolie's Best Bubble Gum.
Bill, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had somehow set up a sound system not unlike the one at the Yule Ball.
Mr. Weasley and Percy had convinced the Ministry to help set up portkeys for those who lived far away.
Charlie had persuaded several dozen pixies (of the non-cornish variety) to fly around, and
Mrs. Weasley had outdone herself with enough food to feed ten armies.
Ron had invited almost all of their graduating class (minus the Slytherins) which made it very hard for Hermione and Charlie to find a moment to be alone, a fact both of them found extremely frustrating.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been talking with Ernie, Justin, and Hannah. She excused herself for the millionth time. Harry and Ron barely noticed.
Stupid, Charlie thought. Don't know what they have.
He walked up to her, pretending to just congratulate her. As he turned to leave, he whispered "Your room, ten minutes."
She barely nodded.
It took him ten minutes just to get through the crowd down to the house. He took the stairs two at a time, and when he finally got to "her room," the room she and Ginny were sharing, Hermione was already waiting outside the door.
"You're late." She said, smiling. "But worth the wait."
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"Oh no!" Mrs. Weasley said. "We're out of ice!"
"I'll get some more mom!" Ginny yelled over the music.
"Fine!" Mrs. Weasley yelled back. "But put some real shoes on! No sandals!"
******************************************************************************
Hermione opened the door and walked into the cramped bedroom, Charlie not far behind. They sat down on the edge of the bed.
******************************************************************************
Ginny sighed as she made her way towards the house. How could her mom have even seen her feet? She was five feet away, and people were packed all around them.
A bush scratched her foot.
But wearing shoes wouldn't be that bad of an idea. It was a pretty long walk from their house to the store.
******************************************************************************
Charlie wrapped his arms around her waist, a movement he had done quite a few times now. Sighing softly, Hermione leaned back against the pillow, her lips still on Charlie's.
******************************************************************************
Where did I leave my shoes? Ginny wondered. Oh yeah, under the bed.
She opened the door, remembering not to slam it shut, as her mother had told her many times before.
She walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
******************************************************************************
Charlie's right hand traveled from Hermione's cheek to her side. He slid his other hand under her back.
******************************************************************************
Ginny took the stairs two at a time.
I'm glad my room is only on the third floor, she thought. I'd hate to have to go all the way up the stairs just to get to my room like Ron does.
******************************************************************************
Hermione slid her hands from Charlie's sides to his face, and slowly ran them down his neck, down his shoulders, until they were resting on his chest.
******************************************************************************
Only one more flight of stairs, Ginny reminded herself. She had left her sandals by the front door, so her small feet made almost no sound at all on the stairs.
******************************************************************************
Charlie slid his right hand under Hermione so that she was completely smothered by him. She moved her hands from his chest to his back, overlapping them slightly.
******************************************************************************
Finally, Ginny thought, stopping in front of her room to catch her breath. She reached for the doorknob.
******************************************************************************
Hermione heard a small creak from outside the room.
Probably just your imagination, she told herself, as Charlie began kissing her neck.
******************************************************************************
Ginny placed her hand on the doorknob.
******************************************************************************
Did the doorknob just move? Charlie thought. He mentally sighed. Now your just getting paranoid-
******************************************************************************
Ginny twisted the knob.
******************************************************************************
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
******************************************************************************
"Did you just hear something?" Mr. Weasley asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Sounded like Ginny screaming." Mrs. Weasley sighed. "She probably stepped on something. I told her to wear shoes."
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A/N: So what did you think? Cheesy? Stupid? Absolutely fan-diddily-tastic? (Ned Flander-ese for fantastic.) Well, most of you guys (WHO ACTUALLY ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS) put Ginny as one of the people you wanted to find out first, so I decided to go with her.
Sorry this has taken too long, but I have a really good excuse: I've been on the other side of the country. True. The second day of summer vacation, I had to be at school at 3:15. In. The. Morning. Just so I could go on a six hour flight to a place I've been before, to see stuff I never knew existed and didn't really care about in the first place. Okay, I'm over-exaggerating. (If there is such a thing.) It was pretty cool. If you want details, you can email me. But why you would want to hear about my trip is beyond me.
Oh yeah, the day after I got back from this week-long tour of the Coloniel East Coast, I had to go to a birthday party, and then the day after that I had an orthodontist appointment to get an indent done so I can get a new retainer (I lost my old one. Bad Dragonessa! Bad!) And get this: Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment at 8:45 in the morning. Is there a new law which says I can't spend my vacation vacationing?
Oh yeah, please, please, PLEASE answer the questions I put in chapters...um, whatever two chapters are before this. (Pathetic, I know, I've forgotten how many chapters there are in my own story and I'm too lazy to look it up.) In case you forgot, I actually use your input. See up at the begining of this stupidly long author's note? It says that I put Ginny first because you guys said you wanted her to find out. So unless you guys want two people deciding what happens, ANSWER THE QUESTIONS! NO DECISIONS WITHOUT REPRESENTATION! (This is what happens when I am forced to listen to people drone on about what I learned in fifth grade.)
Love, Dragonessa "Woman of the World" Smith
P.S: Did anyone else notice I used the words Slid and Wrapped a lot? If you think of any other (PG) words I could use, it would be very "Cool party Ron." Parvati said over her shoulder. She was dancing with Seamus in the Weasley's paddock, which had been, with everybody's help, turned into an ideal place for a party.