Disclaimer- The Weasley family, and their clock, were derived from the mind of JK Rowling, not my own. As no money is being made, there are no legal grounds to take such action as to sue me for.. whatever I'm doing.
A/N- I'm quite the fan of
the Ron/Hermione ship; but I've seen it done poorly so many times. So,
I've decided to write my own interpretation of this rocky relationship.
Enjoy, and notice the hopefully complete lack of fluff.
She's a Girl!
"You invited who?"
The infuriating red head smiled at her closest brother, elder to her by only a year. Her infamous Weasley red hair lay smoothly against her pale, freckled skin as she smiled smugly, obviously haven come up with a rare, and long overdue, comeback. "I always thought it was Charlie with the hearing problem."
To prove her point, the red haired twenty something male at the other end of the table cocked his head towards them and asked suspiciously, "What?"
While Ginny dissolved into an unfit spout of giggles, the tip's of Ron's ears continued to redden.
"Honestly dear, she is still your friend, isn't she?"
Casting an undignified look at Ginny, matching it with an equally bothersome muttered word, he looked, with an exasperated expression, at his mother. "Of course she is, Mum. But.. well, she's a girl."
Fred and George, the identical twins and pranksters of the indefinitely red haired family, chuckled.
"Really, Ron? We never noticed," commented George rather flatly.
Ron just shook his head dismayingly at them.
"Besides, if she's my friend. Why's Ginny inviting her?"
"She can have more than one friend, you know!" Replied Ginny, defensively.
Ron shrugged his shoulders.
Bill, his older brother, who was once again sporting disapproved (by their mum, at least) long locks and his much reproached fang earring, smiled at his youngest brother. "I have a feeling there's more to you not wanting her over than her being a girl." He laughed. "Although I'm sure that certainly has much to do with it."
Ron's cheeks instantly grew scarlet, his many freckles standing out unflatteringly upon them. It was a blessed thing that their mother was present, because Ron's temper was ready to release quite the storm of words upon his eldest brother.
With a tut, and a movement of her chair, the conversation was ended by Mrs. Weasley. Each Weasley sibling knew better than to continue for fear of receiving the notorious Molly Weasley glare.
The clock on the wall, cluttered with shelves of odd and flashing (most commonly 12:00) Muggle appliances, chimed sharply and each red haired head turned to it.
This clock, as fascinating as it may be to a Muggle or other unsuspecting creature, proved absolutely no use in time telling. Instead, it was framed with such words as 'Home,' 'Work,' and 'Mortal Peril' and sported nine hands each decorated with the name of a Weasley. The two labelled 'Arthur' and 'Percy' had just landed on 'Home' with the rest of them.
As if on cue, Arthur and Percy Weasley, themselves, arrived with a sudden pop in the kitchen.
"We haven't missed supper, then?" Asked a hopeful, although tired, looking Mr. Weasley as he eyed the windows portraying the dark night outdoors.
His son, Percy, fell into the nearest chair as if standing a second longer would be more than he could bear.
Truthfully, Molly Weasley had been about to take away the newly cleaned plates, but upon her two missing family member's arrival she thought better of it.
"No, we were just about to start."
The groan from the other six family members was cut short by the glare they'd fought hard to keep from receiving earlier. Mr. Weasley, nor Percy, noticed, however, obviously famished.
So, while the newly arrived Weasley's started out on their first course, the others started on their second; some on their third; and some, rather dutifully, on their fifth.
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".. And so Glumdeglok won over the high travesty of tro-"
The passage, being read aloud from Hermione's already thoroughly read History of Magic, was interrupted by a small tapping at her window.
Her face, framed with locks of bushy brown hair, lifted from within the pages of the heavy volume rather reluctantly.
Glumdeglok was soon forgotten, however, as she caught sight of the small owl fluttering its wings outside her bedroom window. It tapped its beak once more on the glass, rather annoyingly, before Hermione could rush over to the window sill and let it in.
She'd been waiting for Ron's response to her last letter for the longest time. He always did take such time in replying.
Hermione allowed the dubbed Pigwidgeon, to nuzzle against her arm as she untied the parchment bound to its leg. Upon getting it loose, the dwarfed owl took to flying around her room, hooting ceasingly.
Hermione quickly shut her window so that the neighbours wouldn't hear, and looked disapprovingly at the owl. "Shush. Now, be a good owl and quiet down. I'll fetch you some owl treats once I'm finished with this letter."
At this, Pigwidgeon took to perching on top the text she'd been reading. Hermione smiled, and unfolded the parchment.
Rather disappointed, she found it
to be in Ginny's handwriting instead of Ron's.
Hermione,
Ron's having Harry over this
weekend. Mum's been writing to Dumbledore all summer and he finally said
Harry could come!
Hermione grinned. It was all too
obvious that Ginny still held that awful schoolgirl crush for her friend.
So, Mum said I could have you over too! You will come, won't you? Please send Pig back with a note saying you will!
-Ginny
She laughed, the unexpected noise
causing Pigwidgeon to fly into the air once again. She sat the sparse parchment
on top her desk, and grabbing a near ball-point pen, she wrote quickly..
Ginny,
I'll be happy to come. I'll have my parents take me to The Leaky Cauldron tomorrow. Expect me around noon by Floo Powder.
Your friend,
Hermione
Plunging her hand deep into one of the desk's drawers, she pulled out a bag of owl treats. Selecting three rather small ones, she gave them to Pigwidgeon as she tied the letter to its leg.
Having only to dislodge a piece of
the treats from the owl's throat once, Hermione soon set it on its way.
Then, picking up History of Magic, she continued to read of the
Troll rebellions of 1896 as she left her room in pursuit of her parents.
A/N- If you've read this far, you deserve a congragulations; just as I deserve a review. So, please, compliment me, flame me, speak gibberish to me.. just review!