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Chapter 2: The Arrival
"Ron, sweetie! Its time to come down for breakfast," Mrs. Weasley bellowed up the stairs. "You are going to be leaving to pick up Hermione in an hour, remember."
"Bloody Hell!" Ron shrieked, jumping out of bed having thrown his Chudley Cannons comforter across the room. He only had one hour to get ready and make himself presentable. "I knew I should have cleaned my room last night instead of waiting until this morning," Ron muttered to himself. Hermione would be sleeping in Ginny's room but, just incase, he wanted his room to be in tip-top shape. He started running around throwing the clothes he had piled up at the foot of his bed into the laundry bag on the door. He put his schoolbooks and his Potions essay out on his desk under the window to show Hermione that he already did his homework. He quickly grabbed his comforter off the floor and made his bed up nice and neat, getting rid of every wrinkle. He gazed around the room looking for anything he might have missed. Earlier that week, when he received the owl that Hermione would be staying with him, he took his Chudley Cannons posters off the walls and put on a fresh coat of white paint causing the room to have a more 'grown up' feel.
"RON WEASLEY," was heard echoing through the house, rattling all the windows. "Your breakfast is getting cold!"
"Right, Mum," Ron replied. Grabbing his laundry bag and starting down the stairs to the kitchen thinking, "Mum certainly has a set of pipes on her."
After eating some toast, eggs, and bacon and having a glass of orange juice, Ron made his way back to his room to get cleaned up. Looking through the drawers of his dresser he took out a nice pair of khaki shorts and a short-sleeved, button down blue shirt that his mum always told him brings out the color of his eyes. He laid them down on his bed, took a short shower, got dressed and then started the impossible, making his hair do what he wants. Ron rubbed some Potion for Unmanageable Hair through the red crop on his head with his fingers and combs it into position. He moved closer to the mirror, his nose almost touching it, intensely examining his freckled face. "God I wish Hermione could like a freckle faced, stubborn, hotheaded, redhead like me," he muttered out loud to the mirror before exiting the room.
Fred, George, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were just finishing breakfast while Mrs. Weasley was cleaning up the dishes in the sink when Ron came downstairs. Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp and clapped her hand to her mouth when she laid eyes on her youngest son. "Oh, Ron, you look so handsome," she said through her fingers.
"Yeah, Ron," Fred interjected. "What a stud!"
"Our ickle Ronnie is such a cutie," George added, pinching Ron's cheek.
"Shove off!" Ron said hotly, his face matching his hair.
Ginny quietly got up and walked over to Ron leaning in close to his ear. "You know, Ron," she whispered. "Hermione is not going to be able to keep her hands off you." And with that, Ron's face could have been mistaken for an overgrown tomato because the color of it surpassed that of his red locks.
"Dad, are you ready to go!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Mmhmm," Mr. Weasley mumbles having a mouthful of toast. "Get the floo powder from your Mum."
Ron collected the floo powder and went to the fireplace. He took a pinch of the powder, handed the bag off to his dad, and threw it on the fire. The flames immediately turned green. Ron stepped in and shouts in his deep voice, "The Granger Home."
* * * * * * *
Hermione woke up early that morning to make sure everything she would need for school was packed and ready to go for Ron's arrival. She went through her checklist again in her head, "Books, wand, robes, money." this took at least ten minutes. Looking in the mirror she wondered if the outfit she chose was the right one. Hermione was wearing jean shorts with a black v- neck short-sleeved shirt that has white lace around the neckline and the edges of the sleeves. She had some light eye shadow on, bringing out the brown of her eyes, and her lips look shiny and moist from the lip-gloss she put on earlier. Her usual bushy brown hair was not as frizzy as normal due to the Potion for Unmanageable Hair she generously applied to it creating soft brown curls down her back. After fluffing her hair one more time she turned away and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Ron will be arriving any minute now," she said under her breath. The clock on the wall read 9:58 am, and Ron was scheduled to arrive at 10 sharp.
She was alone in her house, her parents having been called in for an emergency surgery earlier that morning, when a great whooshing sound started to emanate from the fireplace. Within seconds two people had been thrown out of it and onto the rug getting ashes everywhere. Hermione stood up and grabbed the hand of the person closest to her to help him off the ground and came face to face with the boy of her dreams. Her heart fluttering wildly, looking into his blue eyes, she realized she hadn't let go of his hand. She slowly removes her hand from his and starts brushing the soot off his shoulders, hoping that her face wasn't as red as she imagined it to be. Hermione noticed the other person hold up his wand, mutter an incantation, and the soot disappear.
"Good morning, Hermione," the older gentleman greeted her.
"Morning, Mr. Weasley," she politely responds to Ron's Dad. She can tell he was tired from the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion. She assumed it is from the work he was not only doing at the Ministry but for Dumbledore as well, helping to keep Voldemort from power. Although he seemed drained, his eyes sparkled and he has a smile on his face that Hermione was sure was the first thing Mrs. Weasley fell in love with. She turned back to the boy and could feel the heat rise in her face yet again. The thought, "he looks unbelievable," runs through her mind. Not a hair out of place, his shirt the color of his eyes, even more freckles than in June when they parted making him look tan. She swore he was at least 2 inches taller than he was a month and a half ago. Looking down at the ground she uttered, "Its nice to see you, Ron." Biting her bottom lip she looked up and finds him smiling at her.
"She looks like an angel," was the first thing he thought. Her hair no longer bushy, although he always thought the frizzy mess looked good on her, her brown eyes even harder to resist and her lips looking more kissable than ever. "I've missed you, Hermione." With that he picked her up, hugging her tightly, and places her back down on her feet. Not understanding what he had just done and why, he reddens and looks at her stuff next to the couch asking, "Is this everything?"
"Yes," comes the shy reply.
"Well then lets get a move on." Mr. Weasley adds. "I'm sure Ginny and Mrs. Weasley are dying to see you."
Mr. Weasley took a pinch of floo powder, gave the bag to Ron, and spreads it on the fire. Ron bends down and picks up one end of the trunk, with Mr. Weasley holding the other one, and they moved it next to the fireplace. Mr. Weasley told Ron to bring the trunk with him and steps into the green fire. His voice clearly states, "The Burrow," and in a rush of air he is gone. "Ladies first," Ron quietly said to her. Hermione picked up Crookshanks, her bushy tailed cat, and placed him in the wicker basket at her feet. Carrying the basket in her arms she followed Mr. Weasley's example by sprinkling floo powder over the fire. Hermione stepped in and yelled, "The Burrow."
Hermione was thrown forward out of the Weasley's fireplace causing her to crack her knee on the floor and Crookshanks to be shot out of the wicker basket hitting the wall. Hissing ferociously, Crookshanks bolts out the back when Mr. Weasley opened the door to exit the house and into the garden to chase the gnomes. Still belly down on the ground Hermione rolled over, gingerly rubbing her sore knee. Hearing the familiar whoosh from in front of her she tried to back away quickly but it was too late. She saw her trunk fly through the air, thankfully landing to her left, and a blur of red straight ahead. Closing her eyes tightly, Hermione found herself pinned to the ground. Hearing giggles she opened her eyes to see that Ron had indeed landed on her and Fred, George and Ginny, standing in the doorway on the right that leads to the kitchen, were sniggering loudly. Once they gained control of their giggles, Ginny said for all to hear, "Ron, I told you she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off you." And with that the three of them were doubled over, yet again, in fits of laughter.
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Chapter 2: The Arrival
"Ron, sweetie! Its time to come down for breakfast," Mrs. Weasley bellowed up the stairs. "You are going to be leaving to pick up Hermione in an hour, remember."
"Bloody Hell!" Ron shrieked, jumping out of bed having thrown his Chudley Cannons comforter across the room. He only had one hour to get ready and make himself presentable. "I knew I should have cleaned my room last night instead of waiting until this morning," Ron muttered to himself. Hermione would be sleeping in Ginny's room but, just incase, he wanted his room to be in tip-top shape. He started running around throwing the clothes he had piled up at the foot of his bed into the laundry bag on the door. He put his schoolbooks and his Potions essay out on his desk under the window to show Hermione that he already did his homework. He quickly grabbed his comforter off the floor and made his bed up nice and neat, getting rid of every wrinkle. He gazed around the room looking for anything he might have missed. Earlier that week, when he received the owl that Hermione would be staying with him, he took his Chudley Cannons posters off the walls and put on a fresh coat of white paint causing the room to have a more 'grown up' feel.
"RON WEASLEY," was heard echoing through the house, rattling all the windows. "Your breakfast is getting cold!"
"Right, Mum," Ron replied. Grabbing his laundry bag and starting down the stairs to the kitchen thinking, "Mum certainly has a set of pipes on her."
After eating some toast, eggs, and bacon and having a glass of orange juice, Ron made his way back to his room to get cleaned up. Looking through the drawers of his dresser he took out a nice pair of khaki shorts and a short-sleeved, button down blue shirt that his mum always told him brings out the color of his eyes. He laid them down on his bed, took a short shower, got dressed and then started the impossible, making his hair do what he wants. Ron rubbed some Potion for Unmanageable Hair through the red crop on his head with his fingers and combs it into position. He moved closer to the mirror, his nose almost touching it, intensely examining his freckled face. "God I wish Hermione could like a freckle faced, stubborn, hotheaded, redhead like me," he muttered out loud to the mirror before exiting the room.
Fred, George, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were just finishing breakfast while Mrs. Weasley was cleaning up the dishes in the sink when Ron came downstairs. Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp and clapped her hand to her mouth when she laid eyes on her youngest son. "Oh, Ron, you look so handsome," she said through her fingers.
"Yeah, Ron," Fred interjected. "What a stud!"
"Our ickle Ronnie is such a cutie," George added, pinching Ron's cheek.
"Shove off!" Ron said hotly, his face matching his hair.
Ginny quietly got up and walked over to Ron leaning in close to his ear. "You know, Ron," she whispered. "Hermione is not going to be able to keep her hands off you." And with that, Ron's face could have been mistaken for an overgrown tomato because the color of it surpassed that of his red locks.
"Dad, are you ready to go!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Mmhmm," Mr. Weasley mumbles having a mouthful of toast. "Get the floo powder from your Mum."
Ron collected the floo powder and went to the fireplace. He took a pinch of the powder, handed the bag off to his dad, and threw it on the fire. The flames immediately turned green. Ron stepped in and shouts in his deep voice, "The Granger Home."
* * * * * * *
Hermione woke up early that morning to make sure everything she would need for school was packed and ready to go for Ron's arrival. She went through her checklist again in her head, "Books, wand, robes, money." this took at least ten minutes. Looking in the mirror she wondered if the outfit she chose was the right one. Hermione was wearing jean shorts with a black v- neck short-sleeved shirt that has white lace around the neckline and the edges of the sleeves. She had some light eye shadow on, bringing out the brown of her eyes, and her lips look shiny and moist from the lip-gloss she put on earlier. Her usual bushy brown hair was not as frizzy as normal due to the Potion for Unmanageable Hair she generously applied to it creating soft brown curls down her back. After fluffing her hair one more time she turned away and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Ron will be arriving any minute now," she said under her breath. The clock on the wall read 9:58 am, and Ron was scheduled to arrive at 10 sharp.
She was alone in her house, her parents having been called in for an emergency surgery earlier that morning, when a great whooshing sound started to emanate from the fireplace. Within seconds two people had been thrown out of it and onto the rug getting ashes everywhere. Hermione stood up and grabbed the hand of the person closest to her to help him off the ground and came face to face with the boy of her dreams. Her heart fluttering wildly, looking into his blue eyes, she realized she hadn't let go of his hand. She slowly removes her hand from his and starts brushing the soot off his shoulders, hoping that her face wasn't as red as she imagined it to be. Hermione noticed the other person hold up his wand, mutter an incantation, and the soot disappear.
"Good morning, Hermione," the older gentleman greeted her.
"Morning, Mr. Weasley," she politely responds to Ron's Dad. She can tell he was tired from the dark circles under his eyes and his pale complexion. She assumed it is from the work he was not only doing at the Ministry but for Dumbledore as well, helping to keep Voldemort from power. Although he seemed drained, his eyes sparkled and he has a smile on his face that Hermione was sure was the first thing Mrs. Weasley fell in love with. She turned back to the boy and could feel the heat rise in her face yet again. The thought, "he looks unbelievable," runs through her mind. Not a hair out of place, his shirt the color of his eyes, even more freckles than in June when they parted making him look tan. She swore he was at least 2 inches taller than he was a month and a half ago. Looking down at the ground she uttered, "Its nice to see you, Ron." Biting her bottom lip she looked up and finds him smiling at her.
"She looks like an angel," was the first thing he thought. Her hair no longer bushy, although he always thought the frizzy mess looked good on her, her brown eyes even harder to resist and her lips looking more kissable than ever. "I've missed you, Hermione." With that he picked her up, hugging her tightly, and places her back down on her feet. Not understanding what he had just done and why, he reddens and looks at her stuff next to the couch asking, "Is this everything?"
"Yes," comes the shy reply.
"Well then lets get a move on." Mr. Weasley adds. "I'm sure Ginny and Mrs. Weasley are dying to see you."
Mr. Weasley took a pinch of floo powder, gave the bag to Ron, and spreads it on the fire. Ron bends down and picks up one end of the trunk, with Mr. Weasley holding the other one, and they moved it next to the fireplace. Mr. Weasley told Ron to bring the trunk with him and steps into the green fire. His voice clearly states, "The Burrow," and in a rush of air he is gone. "Ladies first," Ron quietly said to her. Hermione picked up Crookshanks, her bushy tailed cat, and placed him in the wicker basket at her feet. Carrying the basket in her arms she followed Mr. Weasley's example by sprinkling floo powder over the fire. Hermione stepped in and yelled, "The Burrow."
Hermione was thrown forward out of the Weasley's fireplace causing her to crack her knee on the floor and Crookshanks to be shot out of the wicker basket hitting the wall. Hissing ferociously, Crookshanks bolts out the back when Mr. Weasley opened the door to exit the house and into the garden to chase the gnomes. Still belly down on the ground Hermione rolled over, gingerly rubbing her sore knee. Hearing the familiar whoosh from in front of her she tried to back away quickly but it was too late. She saw her trunk fly through the air, thankfully landing to her left, and a blur of red straight ahead. Closing her eyes tightly, Hermione found herself pinned to the ground. Hearing giggles she opened her eyes to see that Ron had indeed landed on her and Fred, George and Ginny, standing in the doorway on the right that leads to the kitchen, were sniggering loudly. Once they gained control of their giggles, Ginny said for all to hear, "Ron, I told you she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off you." And with that the three of them were doubled over, yet again, in fits of laughter.
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