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Confusing Experiences and Hidden Feelings

by Kaeera & Latrisha

Chapter Two: Discoveries

HARRY'S POV

"How long are we going to sit in this car?" Ron whispered bored. He sat next to me at the window of the Granger's red Mercedes. Ten minutes ago he had been stunned and flabbergasted about all the cars and the muggle things, but then he was already bored and wished that we would finally arrive.
Typically Ron!
I sighed quietly and told him that we had yet twenty minutes to drive. He rolled his eyes when he asked: "Aren't muggle cars able to fly?"
Hermione, of course, heard what he said and smiled at him in a serious way. His ears took the colour of his hair and he rested the rest of the way in silence.
I didn't know if he realized that Hermione liked him, or more than that, but the way he handled with this fact didn't make the situation easier. At that moment I already knew that this week would be one of the difficult ones with many fights and quarrels.
Ron was afraid of the muggle world. Everything was new for him and he was the only one who didn't know all those things which were normal for Hermione and me. Mentually I made a little note that I had to talk to Hermione about that. Although I was pretty sure that she had looked through his facade.
I remembered the first time when I was in Diagon Alley to buy my school things. Ron must have the same feelings than I had had five years ago. But I think it had been easier for me than it was for him. He wasn't the 'Boy who lived', what was really nothing to be proud on. I know that Ron had often been jealous. Sometimes I really wish I could change with him.

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Finally there, Hermione showed us their house. It was a white, modern house with many windows and with a small garden around it. It reminded me on the house which was next to the Dursley's neighbours. I threw a searching glance to Ron, who was staring at the garage. It opened by itself when Mr Granger pressed a little red button .

"How how are muggles able to do magic?" he asked confused and watched Mr Granger driving the car into the garage.

"That's not magic, Ron!" Hermione replied and turned towards the door. "Ever heard something about electricity?"

No, no, no, shut up, Ron! Just don't say anythi -

"Oh, electricy?! You should've borrowed me some books about that over holidays. I've been so bored, really!"

Aargh! He did it. I sighed. What the bloody hell was wrong with them?! Couldn't they ever stop with it? What was this façade good for? I wondered if this method really worked. In that case I should perhaps call Cho a slimy git or something. I decided not to give it a try.
Meanwhile Hermione's face had turned purple and there were kind of little bolts coming out of her eyes. Ron raised an eyebrow. "WHAT?"

"Electricity, Ron." I said when I passed him and went trough the door. Inside, Ron's eyes were fixed on the clock. Clocks must really fascinate him, I thought. No words were spoken when we sat down at the kitchen table. Hermione still sulked around and Ron continued watching the clock ticking.

"Folks," I began, "it's Saturday and we've still eight days together! Why don't you wait with your quarrels until school starts again?" I sighed annoyed and stared at the ceiling. "Then I have Seamus and Dean." I added, trying to show them how annoying it was to watch them fighting.

" 'kay!" Hermione said without looking at Ron or me. Ron just nodded slightly. As it was already the 'Day-of-Sighs', I sighed once more. Unbelievable, the two of them

After a short time fortunately Mrs Granger looked through the door. She smiled happily but interrupted her smile at once when she saw her daughters facial expression. "Uhm, it's nearly six now. Is anybody hungry?" she asked friendly after clearing her throat.
Ron looked at me with an asking expression. "Six?!" He shook his head and let it drop. "Muggles"

As all of us, especially Ron, were hungry, we agreed unanimous. While we were eating, Ron and Hermione managed it to forget the first time that day that they normally had to pretend that they hated each other. People who don't understand that way of behaving, don't be encouraged: I'm trying it since my first year with them, but I've still not figured out this secret.
The rest of the evening Hermione and I explained Ron what he simply had to see and where we had to go first. The next day was a Sunday and when Hermione suggested to visit the Museum of Occult and Witchcraft (she thought it might have been interesting for Ron to see how the muggles are thinking about magic), Ron asked: "What's with Quidditch? Aren't there Quidditch matches on Sundays?"
"Ron, muggles don't play Quidditch. There are NO flying brooms in the muggle world. Perhaps soccer, but - "
"Soccer? I've heard about that from Seamus already. Must be great!" On his face appeared a large smile. I could have thought about that earlier. Everything that was important for Ron were sports. So our first aim was the Londoner stadium, because there was the preferred team of Hermione's father playing the next day. He was really lucky to have a company as his best friend lost a bet against his wife and wasn't allowed to visit any matches for a whole year.
At about eleven o'clock we went to bed, everybody with different opinions about the next day.

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RON'S POV

I woke up late the next morning. Curiously I thought about this sport called 'soccer'. It sounded boring, I couldn't help. When I decided to ask Harry to tell me some more things about it, I noticed that the bed next to me was empty. "Harry?" I looked through the guestroom, where Harry and I would sleep the whole week. Definitely no Harry to see.
I stood up, stretched my bones with some loud cracks and walked down the stairs with drowsy eyes.
"Mornin'!" I shouted and sat down at the table next to Hermione. I hoped instantly that she had forgiven me my last remark about her love to books. I really felt sorry about it. When I saw her face, she smiled. I took that as a positive sign and grabbed a toast. The Grangers were obviously amused about my manners. I saw it in their grins. Harry grinned, too. Later I would probably have to ask him, why.
After a while I noticed that everybody had already finished with breakfast. Ashamed that they had just waited until I came I quickly ate the rest of my toast with this strange-tasting sugar-poor marmalade which only dentists would buy.

The Grangers house was kinda fascinating. When I entered the living-room, I discovered the first real magic object. Hermione must have bought it in Hogsmeade or somewhere. It was a moving picture. Pretty big, but moving. It showed a man who was talking about an earthquake in Turkey. Mrs Granger sat in front the picture and listened while she dried a big plate.
"Terrible." she said to herself, noticing that I had entered the room.
"Oh, you shouldn't believe everything they say. When I just think about what the Fat Lady had told Neville about Trevor. He had cried the whole day." I said consoling. Hermione should have explained her parents that some pictures are the biggest liar.
Mrs Granger just looked at me, confused. I decided to leave again.

After breakfast, the Granger's left to visit Hermione's Grandma in hospital. "And the milk is running out, so I'll have to fetch some from the supermarket." Mrs Granger had said short before leaving. It would take them a while, so we had to cook something ourselves. I knew already that this would turn out into a catastrophe.
We played cards and Harry explained me the main rules of soccer. The ball must be shot into the goal by foot or by head. What an interesting game
"So, what are we going to eat?" Hermione asked later. Harry pulled his shoulders up and down again. "What's with pizza?" he wondered, but Hermione disagreed.
It was Harry's idea just to threw some eggs into the pan, and as Hermione wasn't good at cooking ,too (trying to learn how to cook out of books, that's not easy!) , we did exactly that. Or better, I did.
"RON! Would you please turn it on six?" Hermione asked out of the bathroom. "I have to brush my hair." I soon realized that this would take a bit longer.
She looked through the door once again. "And then just fry the eggs. I suppose you know how to do that."
Harry put the plates onto the table and I stood in front of the oven and felt a little stupid.
"Six?" I looked at the watch. No, it was in the middle of twelve and one. And the other was near the four. I wondered what to do, but I refused to ask one of the others. I would manage this alone.
I saw the big, white button with the numbers next to it and I turned it until the little point was next to the six. Proud and pleased with myself I waited. I expected flames to shoot up on which I should place the pan. But nothing happened. Nervously I looked at Harry, who didn't seem to notice me at all. He had to deal with a rebellious drawer that didn't want to be opened by him.
I took the eggs out of the icebox. When I opened the door, my mouth fell open.
WOW! That was great! Ketchup, sausages, eggs, salads, juices, sweets (unfortunately sugar-free) "Boy!" I just said.
"Huh?" Harry made, and it was to hear that he hadn't been very successful with his drawer yet.
"Nothing." I said and put the eggs onto the kitchen table.
There was still no fire burning or some kind of glow. What should I do? Perhaps it was damaged, or there was no electry, or whatever the word was.
With my flat hand I slapped onto it.


HERMIONE'S POV


Finally ready with my hairs I looked up into the mirror. It looked terrible, if it was brushed or not. Why didn't Harry tell me that my hair was flying around in every directions? What must Ron have thought?
I sighed and stepped out of the bathroom. It had no use thinking about what Ron must think about me. Whatever he was thinking of, it couldn't be that much.
I was hungry and I hoped the two boys had been able to fry a few eggs in that time. I opened the kitchen door and -
"RON! DON'T - "
I entered a few seconds too late.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhh!" he cried in pain. Harry jumped up in horror and let a few knives drop onto the floor with a loud rattle .
"Put it under the cold water!" I shouted. He had burned his hand seriously. "Oh my god, oh my god!"
I whispered and tried to help him. I pulled up his sleeve and hold his hand tightly so that he wasn't able to pull it back. The poor! Why did I let him do the work with the oven? I should have done it myself. He is the guest, I should have cared more about him. It was his first time in the muggle world. Why -

"Hermione!" Ron shouted. "For the third time, would you please let me in peace?" He pointed at the arm I hold.
"But..-"
"I'm feeling fine, there's no pain anymore." he said, but I could see that there was a lot of pain. He turned off the water and walked towards Harry who was phoning the ambulance.
"Hey, there's no need to phone the ambuloooowaa" He stared at his hand. Just out of the water it had started to pain even more than before. Tears appeared in his eyes but he tried to hide them. He ran back and turned the water on again.
"I'm not crying!" he screamed. "There just a little fly in my eye."
His hand was shaking and it had taken the colour of a dark red.
A few minutes later the ambulance arrived and Ron was taken to hospital. They examined his hand and bandaged it. We met my parents and they drove us home. Luckily it was nothing serious, but I felt guilty for the pain Ron had.

To be continued


Latrisha: "Puuh, finally ready. About time, isn't it?"
Kaeera: "If I hadn't told you to hurry up a little, you'd never have finished!" *reproachful glance*
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Kaeera: "Aaah, and to the one who told us not to kill each other: we certainly won't.
Latrisha: "Of course not. As long as she doesn't try to take away my Elijah Wood." *glances at Kaeera*
Kaeera: "DID I HEAR RIGHT?!!! He's mine !!!" *picks up a stone and throws it after Latrisha*
Latrisha: *runs away crying* "No-one will take away MY sweet Frodo!" *throws a hammer after Kaeera*
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