A/N: Hey! This is way overdue, I know, but I have a million good reasons why this is late, that you guys probably don't want to hear right now. Okay, I'll keep this short, so you get to the story quicker! Okay, see ya!
BTW, I know in the book, Charlie has trouble apparating, but I'm taking my fanfiction licence and stretching it to the max here and saying Bill does.
Also BTW, I'm already working on my next X-Weasley/Hermione fanfic. (X-Weasley, x could be any Weasley, get it? Hehe! Can you tell I'm in algebra? Yeah, I thought so.) It'll be George/Hermione. Go me!
And oh ya: Now that ff.net's charging for author alerts, I decided to be nice and email whoever reviews and leaves their email address when I post stuff, k? So an extra incentive to review! Go me!
-Dragonessa "I finally have too much time on my hands! And I still have algebra homework! X = Who cares?" Smith
PS: I know this sounds negative, but I don't like this chapter, like, at all. So I might re-write it when I have some spare time, but now I'm only writing this bcause my parents are watching my sister cheer at a football game, and I still have two days to do homework. So now I'm done. Seriously. Stop i-
"Whew. It figures I would fall for the guy who's bedroom is on the very top floor." Hermione wheezed as she climbed staircase after staircase.
"Hey, no one said loving me was easy." Charlie called. He was two floors above her.
"Why couldn't we just apparate?" She asked for the 6th time.
"I told you, mum and dad put an anti-apparation charm on the stairs because Bill kept trying to practice apparating."
"This was before he failed the apparation test and landed on that little old lady?"
Charlie laughed. "Oh yeah. He's never really liked apparation since then. Here we are."
They were standing in front of a room with a small, dingy plaque on it that read "William and Charles's Room."
"You both used to share a room?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. This used to actually be the second floor. They decided to put the other floors under instead of on top."
"So it's your parents fault that I'm getting blisters."
Charlie laughed. "In a way."
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"Bill, are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Bill had been lagging behind the rest of them all day, ever since they'd gotten to Diagon Alley.
"Yeah, I think I just got some bad Floo Powder." His casual voice couldn't hide how flushed he looked, and Mrs. Weasley put her hand to his forehead.
"Bill, you're burning up!" She exclaimed. "You'd better go home right now."
"Are you kidding?" Fred asked. "It'll take ages for him to walk back to the Floo Powder station in his condition."
"Yeah, he looks dead already." George said.
"You two be quiet!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. To Bill, she said, "No, of course I don't expect you to walk. You can apparate from anywhere."
"Oh no." Bill said, shaking his head. "I'm not apparating. I already feel terrible enough."
"Come on Bill." Mrs. Weasley said, exasperated. "Apparating is easy if you just concentrate."
Bill rolled his eyes. "I do concentrate. I concentrate on all the bad things that can happen when someone's apparating."
"Well, your not staying with us. The last thing I need is seven sick kids and your dad coming down with it too. Now, get to someplace you can concentrate while you apparate, so nothing goes wrong."
Bill stormed off.
******************************************************************************Hermione looked around the room. Like most of the other bedrooms in The Burrow, it was small, and had two beds in the middle. She could still see bits of masking tape which had separated Bill's side and Charlie's side.
Charlie's side was adorned with dozens of posters of wild animals and Quidditch and books about wild animals and Quidditch. A small glass cabinet in the corner displayed a huge figurine collection. It was like a miniature zoo. There were even fences to keep the animals separated.
Bill's side was much cleaner, and more organized. All of his posters were neatly held up with push pins. He had a desk, which was sparsely furnished with a lamp, a pencil holder, and a stack of paper. Bill's bed was made, and the blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Charlie's was still unmade, and the blanket was hanging off one side.
Charlie walked over to Hermione and, slipping a hand around her waist, asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking your bed is going to drive me nuts unless the sheets are at least pulled up and the blanket off the floor." Hermione replied, giving him a mock-stern look.
Charlie looked at her in fake surprise. "Why, mum, you look just like Hermione."
She ignored him and instead started to make his bed.
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Okay, Bill, you can do this. Just think about your room. Your nice, orderly room. With Charlie's messy half. Okay, don't think about that. C'mon Bill. C'mon, you can do it...
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"Happy now?" Charlie asked, looking around the room. "Geez, it looks like a hotel room."
"It doesn't look like a hotel room, just a clean room." Hermione countered. "Besides, how would you know what a clean room looks like?"
She turned around, but Charlie wasn't there.
"Charlie?" She called. She turned around again. A small, stuffed dragon was peeking out from the other side of Bill's bed. Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"Charlie's not here right now." The dragon, in a high pitched, squeaky voice that sounded suspiciously like Charlie's, said.
"Oh really?" Hermione said, smiling. "Well, then, I guess I'll have to find someone else to make out with-"
Charlie popped up from behind the bed, holding the dragon.
"Charlie's back." He said, tossing the dragon over his shoulder.
Hermione laughed.
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Just concentrate, concentrate, you can do it...hey, she's cute...CONCENTRATE! C'mon, concentrate...why did the blonde stare at the carton of orange juice? It said "concentrate." Ha. Ha. And as a bonus, ha. Now concentrate! Concentrate...
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Charlie sat down next to Hermione on Bill's bed, pulling her into a deep kiss. She leaned back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A small sigh escaped her as his lips brushed her cheek.
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Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate...
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She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her as he left a trail of kisses from her cheek to her neck...
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Okay, either do it now, or walk home. Okay, concentrate, do it, just do it...NOW!
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One of Charlie's hands slipped under the back of her shirt...
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Okay, concentrate, do it, just do it...NOW
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CRASH!
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CRASH!
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"What was that?" Hermione cried. Charlie jerked his head around. It sounded like it came from the...closet? Someone was definitely in there; he could hear the shouting.
"FUCK APPARATING! I hate apparating! Who invented this stupid apparating thing anyway? What's wrong with brooms? I hate apparating! Concentrate my ass-"
The door knob jiggled, then the door flew open. Bill stormed out, looking like the closet threw up on him.
"Who really likes to frikken apparate anyway-" He stopped mid-rant as he looked down and saw Charlie and Hermione. Instead of paling, like Ginny did, he turned deep red. They drew apart quickly, but it was too late; he was already shouting again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Charlie? On my bed! With Hermione! Oh God, there's something so wrong here, so wrong I can't even say it, does Ron know about this? What about Mum and Dad? The twins? Percy? I can't believe you two are doing that! On my bed! MY BED!"
"Bill, chill!" Charlie shouted, one hand over his eyes. He sighed deeply. Hermione was blushing bright red. Bill started pacing, then he sat down on the foot of his bed. He sprang up suddenly as though it was electrified. He glared at them.
"You two, are going to explain this. Now." He said, in a deadly whisper.
Charlie looked petrified. Hermione looked like she was going to cry.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Charlie? Hermione? What's going on?" Ginny asked.
Bill's eyes bugged out. "Does she know?" He hissed at them, throwing a furative glance at the door.
Charlie rolled his eyes and nodded. Bill stormed over to the door, threw it open, and shouted at Ginny, who was standing outside the door, "How long have you known about this!?!"
Ginny gasped. "What are you doing home? You're supposed to be gone all day!"
"Oh," Bill shouted sarcastically. "Well, I'm sorry! I'll come back at a more convenient time for you!"
And with a small poof, he was gone.
"Well," Charlie said, as Ginny stepped into the room. "He finally got apperating right."
A/N: Yeah, I didn't like that chapter much, but oh well. I'm trying to make all the Weasley's reactions different, so you don't get like five chapters of Ginny's with the names changed.
Okay, so, I guess this is it. Homecoming's in three weeks!!! I'm so excited!
And get this: Tomorrow, me and two friends are going to see Zoolander and Hardball, and they're both going to dress up all gothic, and then I'm gonna dress up as a teeny-bopper! Hehehe...I'm gonna wear my friend's *NSYNC Shirt and they're gonna do my hair and makeup, and it's gonna be funny...Hehehe...
HELP! ONE BY ONE THE SEVENTH GRADERS STOLE MY FRIENDS LAST YEAR, AND NOW THEY'RE SPITTING THEM BACK SLOWLY BUT SURELY AS WE MOVE ON TO HIGH SCHOOL AND LEAVE THEM IN THE DUST OF MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!
Sorry about that.
~Dragonessa Smith
BTW, I know in the book, Charlie has trouble apparating, but I'm taking my fanfiction licence and stretching it to the max here and saying Bill does.
Also BTW, I'm already working on my next X-Weasley/Hermione fanfic. (X-Weasley, x could be any Weasley, get it? Hehe! Can you tell I'm in algebra? Yeah, I thought so.) It'll be George/Hermione. Go me!
And oh ya: Now that ff.net's charging for author alerts, I decided to be nice and email whoever reviews and leaves their email address when I post stuff, k? So an extra incentive to review! Go me!
-Dragonessa "I finally have too much time on my hands! And I still have algebra homework! X = Who cares?" Smith
PS: I know this sounds negative, but I don't like this chapter, like, at all. So I might re-write it when I have some spare time, but now I'm only writing this bcause my parents are watching my sister cheer at a football game, and I still have two days to do homework. So now I'm done. Seriously. Stop i-
"Whew. It figures I would fall for the guy who's bedroom is on the very top floor." Hermione wheezed as she climbed staircase after staircase.
"Hey, no one said loving me was easy." Charlie called. He was two floors above her.
"Why couldn't we just apparate?" She asked for the 6th time.
"I told you, mum and dad put an anti-apparation charm on the stairs because Bill kept trying to practice apparating."
"This was before he failed the apparation test and landed on that little old lady?"
Charlie laughed. "Oh yeah. He's never really liked apparation since then. Here we are."
They were standing in front of a room with a small, dingy plaque on it that read "William and Charles's Room."
"You both used to share a room?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. This used to actually be the second floor. They decided to put the other floors under instead of on top."
"So it's your parents fault that I'm getting blisters."
Charlie laughed. "In a way."
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"Bill, are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Bill had been lagging behind the rest of them all day, ever since they'd gotten to Diagon Alley.
"Yeah, I think I just got some bad Floo Powder." His casual voice couldn't hide how flushed he looked, and Mrs. Weasley put her hand to his forehead.
"Bill, you're burning up!" She exclaimed. "You'd better go home right now."
"Are you kidding?" Fred asked. "It'll take ages for him to walk back to the Floo Powder station in his condition."
"Yeah, he looks dead already." George said.
"You two be quiet!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. To Bill, she said, "No, of course I don't expect you to walk. You can apparate from anywhere."
"Oh no." Bill said, shaking his head. "I'm not apparating. I already feel terrible enough."
"Come on Bill." Mrs. Weasley said, exasperated. "Apparating is easy if you just concentrate."
Bill rolled his eyes. "I do concentrate. I concentrate on all the bad things that can happen when someone's apparating."
"Well, your not staying with us. The last thing I need is seven sick kids and your dad coming down with it too. Now, get to someplace you can concentrate while you apparate, so nothing goes wrong."
Bill stormed off.
******************************************************************************Hermione looked around the room. Like most of the other bedrooms in The Burrow, it was small, and had two beds in the middle. She could still see bits of masking tape which had separated Bill's side and Charlie's side.
Charlie's side was adorned with dozens of posters of wild animals and Quidditch and books about wild animals and Quidditch. A small glass cabinet in the corner displayed a huge figurine collection. It was like a miniature zoo. There were even fences to keep the animals separated.
Bill's side was much cleaner, and more organized. All of his posters were neatly held up with push pins. He had a desk, which was sparsely furnished with a lamp, a pencil holder, and a stack of paper. Bill's bed was made, and the blanket was folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Charlie's was still unmade, and the blanket was hanging off one side.
Charlie walked over to Hermione and, slipping a hand around her waist, asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking your bed is going to drive me nuts unless the sheets are at least pulled up and the blanket off the floor." Hermione replied, giving him a mock-stern look.
Charlie looked at her in fake surprise. "Why, mum, you look just like Hermione."
She ignored him and instead started to make his bed.
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Okay, Bill, you can do this. Just think about your room. Your nice, orderly room. With Charlie's messy half. Okay, don't think about that. C'mon Bill. C'mon, you can do it...
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"Happy now?" Charlie asked, looking around the room. "Geez, it looks like a hotel room."
"It doesn't look like a hotel room, just a clean room." Hermione countered. "Besides, how would you know what a clean room looks like?"
She turned around, but Charlie wasn't there.
"Charlie?" She called. She turned around again. A small, stuffed dragon was peeking out from the other side of Bill's bed. Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"Charlie's not here right now." The dragon, in a high pitched, squeaky voice that sounded suspiciously like Charlie's, said.
"Oh really?" Hermione said, smiling. "Well, then, I guess I'll have to find someone else to make out with-"
Charlie popped up from behind the bed, holding the dragon.
"Charlie's back." He said, tossing the dragon over his shoulder.
Hermione laughed.
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Just concentrate, concentrate, you can do it...hey, she's cute...CONCENTRATE! C'mon, concentrate...why did the blonde stare at the carton of orange juice? It said "concentrate." Ha. Ha. And as a bonus, ha. Now concentrate! Concentrate...
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Charlie sat down next to Hermione on Bill's bed, pulling her into a deep kiss. She leaned back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A small sigh escaped her as his lips brushed her cheek.
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Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate...
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She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her as he left a trail of kisses from her cheek to her neck...
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Okay, either do it now, or walk home. Okay, concentrate, do it, just do it...NOW!
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One of Charlie's hands slipped under the back of her shirt...
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Okay, concentrate, do it, just do it...NOW
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CRASH!
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CRASH!
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"What was that?" Hermione cried. Charlie jerked his head around. It sounded like it came from the...closet? Someone was definitely in there; he could hear the shouting.
"FUCK APPARATING! I hate apparating! Who invented this stupid apparating thing anyway? What's wrong with brooms? I hate apparating! Concentrate my ass-"
The door knob jiggled, then the door flew open. Bill stormed out, looking like the closet threw up on him.
"Who really likes to frikken apparate anyway-" He stopped mid-rant as he looked down and saw Charlie and Hermione. Instead of paling, like Ginny did, he turned deep red. They drew apart quickly, but it was too late; he was already shouting again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Charlie? On my bed! With Hermione! Oh God, there's something so wrong here, so wrong I can't even say it, does Ron know about this? What about Mum and Dad? The twins? Percy? I can't believe you two are doing that! On my bed! MY BED!"
"Bill, chill!" Charlie shouted, one hand over his eyes. He sighed deeply. Hermione was blushing bright red. Bill started pacing, then he sat down on the foot of his bed. He sprang up suddenly as though it was electrified. He glared at them.
"You two, are going to explain this. Now." He said, in a deadly whisper.
Charlie looked petrified. Hermione looked like she was going to cry.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Charlie? Hermione? What's going on?" Ginny asked.
Bill's eyes bugged out. "Does she know?" He hissed at them, throwing a furative glance at the door.
Charlie rolled his eyes and nodded. Bill stormed over to the door, threw it open, and shouted at Ginny, who was standing outside the door, "How long have you known about this!?!"
Ginny gasped. "What are you doing home? You're supposed to be gone all day!"
"Oh," Bill shouted sarcastically. "Well, I'm sorry! I'll come back at a more convenient time for you!"
And with a small poof, he was gone.
"Well," Charlie said, as Ginny stepped into the room. "He finally got apperating right."
A/N: Yeah, I didn't like that chapter much, but oh well. I'm trying to make all the Weasley's reactions different, so you don't get like five chapters of Ginny's with the names changed.
Okay, so, I guess this is it. Homecoming's in three weeks!!! I'm so excited!
And get this: Tomorrow, me and two friends are going to see Zoolander and Hardball, and they're both going to dress up all gothic, and then I'm gonna dress up as a teeny-bopper! Hehehe...I'm gonna wear my friend's *NSYNC Shirt and they're gonna do my hair and makeup, and it's gonna be funny...Hehehe...
HELP! ONE BY ONE THE SEVENTH GRADERS STOLE MY FRIENDS LAST YEAR, AND NOW THEY'RE SPITTING THEM BACK SLOWLY BUT SURELY AS WE MOVE ON TO HIGH SCHOOL AND LEAVE THEM IN THE DUST OF MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!
Sorry about that.
~Dragonessa Smith