That's my $&@%# sister!!!
It was a typical summer afternoon down at the Weasleys'
crooked old house, Hermione and Harry had come to stay for
the summer as usual, and Hermione was now sitting in a
crooked wooden old desk, rolls of parchment, quills and
bottles of ink, scattered over the cracking dark cherry
wood, the house was strangely quiet, only the slow
scratching on her quill could be heard as she wrote a
particularly nasty potions essay for her least favorite
teacher, professor Snape, the head of the rival house,
slytherin, where her discriminating enemy Draco Malfoy was.
She faced the only small window in the room, that overlooked
the blooming front garden, the soft orange and rosy tingle
of the bright summer sun shone on her fair face as she
sighed deeply, her thoughts were far away from that room at
that moment, with someone who was not that far away though,
under the same roof even, how could two people be so close,
and yet so far apart?, so distant in the heart?, she sighed
again, and the quick drip of the ink from the quill made her
react and go back to writing her essay, relieved the ink
drop had narrowly missed her essay, making a big blot on the
desk.
-Back to work Hermione, she muttered to herself, as she
dipped her beautiful eagle feather quill again and started
to write but suddenly she heard a loud BAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!
With a throb in her heart she stood up from the desk in
surprise, accidentally knocking over
The bottle of ink and watching it with a worried gasp as it
quickly spread, like a black shiny river flowing into the
wood cracks, or a fine quickly knitting spider web, narrowly
missing her almost finished essay. Sighing relieved, she
picked up her essay carefully not to smudge it with ink, and
then took out her wand and was about to touch with it's tip
the ink covered desk with a cleaning charm when suddenly
another loud BANG! was heard , and this time followed by
loud screaming,
-Ugh! Those boys!, she muttered under her breath, they must
be playing exploding snap, she thought as she looked down
at the still ink laden desk. With a touch of her wand it
became spotless immediately. She sat again, her building
temper cooling off now, as she dipped her quill in the shiny
black ink again, and just when the tip of her quill was
about to touch the parchment it made itself heard, the
booming sound of Rita Skeeter's magically magnified voice
banging off the walls of the house,
-THAT'S IT! CANT SOMEONE GET A.LITTLE PEACE AND QUIET AROUND
HERE?!!! ,Hermione bellowed fuming, her anger exploding.
With a vein throbbing in her temple, and in a fit of rage,
she took all the books, quills, bottles of ink and rolls of
parchment she could and stuffed them in her arms before
bursting out the door. She fled down the stairs, the sound
of Rita Skeeter's singing on the radio booming throughout
the house still, screeching in high notes louder than a
police car siren, her eyes almost shut, in despair, as she
couldn't cover her ears with all the things she was carrying
on her arms, she barely saw the two boys fighting in front
of the twin's room as she fled her way down the stairs,
hurriedly, trying to get away from that hideous screeching
sound, and she barely noticed Mrs. Weasley as well,
bustling around the kitchen uncontrollably trying
desperately to turn down the volume on that blasted radio,
Hermione ran through the kitchen and out of the house
through the front door, faster than a struck of the wind,
and slammed the door shut behind her, deafening the now
muffled screeching sound behind.
Her fast pace slowered, as she made her way through the maze
of tangled bright green vines and scattered colorful flower
pots that the Weasleys called a garden, the pression flowing
out, as the cool summer breeze blew against her face, the
steam and anger cooling off as she walked now calmly, her
fists unclenching, through that wonderful colorful garden
and out the gate, into a breathtaking landscape of brilliant
green, grassy knolls and hills.
She walked through the long vibrant green grass, as she made
her way up those hills, and just as she was about to sit
down in a perfect spot she saw her.
Sitting on top of a verdant knoll below she was, her flaming
red hair glistening like fire as it danced freely in the
wind, and her deep brown eyes melting like two chocolates
under the sun as she cried.
Hermione's arms went numb, and her belongings were scattered
on that lush hill, when her distraught eyes saw her friend
suffering in such painful agony and she swiftly ran to her
friend in need, almost sliding down that hill.
-"Ginny?", she whispered softly and gently approaching her
alarmed to see her in such disturbing state.
-"Leave me alone", she said between huge sobs, flipping her
hand behind her back to drive who ever it was away.
-"Ginny..Ginny it's me, Hermione", she whispered,
Ginny's fretful eyes looked up to see her friend's concerned
face.
-"Oh, Hermione!" she bawled, suddenly bursting into tears
again, and crying on Hermione's shoulder,
-"Calm down Ginny", Hermione said comfortingly, putting her
arm around her distraught friend, wondering what could have
happened too make her this upset, as Ginny sobbed painfully,
starting to calm down a bit.
-"It's..it's..he..he...", she managed to say as she
struggled to speak between deep sobs,
-"He?, who?, who Ginny?, I bet it was one of your brothers",
said Hermione anger starting to build up inside of her, -"I
bet it was Ron..i'll kill him..", she proclaimed angrily
trying to stand up,
-"No!", Ginny managed to yell out through her crying to stop
her enfuriated friend, -"Well.a bit.but.oh!", Ginny's words
were drowned by her profound sobs again,
-"I knew it", said Hermione trying to stand up again and go
make Ron sorry for whatever he had done,
-"No!", Ginny managed to stop her infuriated friend again,-"
it wasn't all Ron's fault, it's.it's..he..oh!", Ginny
succumbed into tears once more,
-"Come on Ginny, you have to calm down, so you can tell
whats wrong, im here to help you, calm down", said Hermione
confortant hugging her tightly,
-"Why did he have to do it Hermione?, Why?!", Ginny exploded
into tears,
-"Do what?, Calm down, take a deep breath, and tell me what
happened", Hermione said patting her back, feeling Ginny's
sobs float away slowly, as she reincorporated herself
gradually,
-"Well, I guess it all started this afternoon", Ginny said,
starting to reminisce, -"I was in the living room, sitting
in front of the fire place, it wasn't on, but I needed a lot
of space to spread out all the loose sheets I was pasting
into my new....er...old, astrology book", she corrected, her
ears going red, just like Ron's did when he was embarrassed,
-"Well anyway, I needed space and the rug in front of the
fireplace was the perfect place to spread out all the loose
pages, so I was sitting there, minding my own business when
suddenly he came into the room, and you know how nervous I
get around him, well everybody, but mostly him", she said as
a small grin tried to spread across her face, -"I didn't
look up, I was too nervous to face him, so I kept looking
down and pasting my sheets, but still..i felt his presence,
his bold strong presence, he was standing in the door frame,
leaning against it, his hair brushed over his face, I was
trembling, I was so nervous, I knew he would say something
and then I would just break apart, but he didn't, he just
strolled into the living room over to the couch, I could
feel him coming nearer to me as he let himself fall into the
soft cushions, I could feel his eyes upon me, I was
trembling more than before, he was too near and suddenly
...he spoke, I don-t really remember what he said, I was too
nervous, my trembling was taking over me and I accidentally
knocked over the glue bottle, I had stuck my hand into it,
I'm such a fool!", Ginny exclaimed, suddenly sobs overcoming
her again,
-"It's alright Ginny, accidents happen", Hermione assured
her, what did he say?", she asked,
-"Well, I started trembling like crazy, even more than
before, I knew what was coming, I knew what he would say, I
could expect it from him, I just sat there trembling,
waiting for it, I was a t the brim of bursting into
tears..but it never came",
-"What do you mean it never came?", asked Hermione
interested,
-"He never said that, he just walked over to me, I felt his
strong hand take mine and unstuck it from the bottle of
glue, then he pulled me up, so strong, yet gentle, I looked
up finally, and there it was, that kind face, I was still
trembling, but somehow, his face, his expression, made it
all go away, I felt a warm sensation fill the air, a soft
tingle as his strong yet gentle hand held mine, as he washed
it, the water feeling like silk as it ran through our
entwined hands, his soft gentle strokes as he wiped the
glue off my hand, leaving it immaculate, spick and span,
just spotless, I could feel his tender grasp and warm breath
blowing softly against my skin as he leaned slowly against
my neck from behind, I was breathing deeply, and then he
closed the water spout, and we walked together back into the
living room. I remembered what had happened, as if that
horrible mess of paste all over the carpet had brought my
mind back to reality, after that luscious dream, I bent over
to clean it up, but it disappeared with a quick touch of his
wand, he pulled me up, I timidly said "thanks", he just
smiled back, that debonair sparkling smile, warm and
playful, and then softly whispered: "You're welcome", I
giggled playfully, and then he strode over to the couch and
invited me with his charming smile, he immersed me in a
luscious dream, as I sat, next to him, he talked, I laughed,
he'd talk some more, tell me entertaining stories, engaged
me, making me feel warm all over, safe, perfectly safe,
secure and happy around him, not afraid to say whatever it
was that was on my mind, my thoughts, my dreams, stories I
had never told, experiences I had never shared before, we
laughed, and talked, enjoying every single moment, time
passing by unnoticed, until I felt the breeze of the summer
wind fly in through the window, the cooling breeze of the
afternoon sinking in, bestowing itself upon us, and I looked
at the clock , the sun was slowly starting to set in the
sky, illuminating his soft pale skin with many colorful hues
of pink and orange and dabs of gold, as his dashing smile
sparkled brilliantly as he looked at me with those deep
bright green-blue eyes, something had changed in them, there
was something there that I had never seen before, something
I had never felt or sensed before. And he took my hand as
before, it was late, and the last day of summer was soon to
end, term would start the next day. We walked together, side
by side, still talking and laughing up the winding stairs,
and as we did, I felt him walk closer and closer to me,
until I could feel the tingle of his touch, and suddenly he
stopped, he looked into my eyes, and I looked into his, I
felt as if I had known him forever, and I could tell
everything about him just by bestowing my sight on those
inviting warm eyes, and the feeling of his warm caress took
me over as he approached me, I couldn't take my eyes of his,
he wouldn't take his off me, I felt his strong grasp around
my waist, and suddenly, with any warning, unsuspectedly he
leaned in, his warm breath taking me in, and soon his moist
soft lips touching mine, lustrous, enchanting, entwined our
lips became in a wonderful kiss, in a love lock, an
indescribable sensation, immersed as in a breathtaking
fantasy, only it was real, and it felt very real, genuine, I
could not believe such happiness, such joy, such...
-"Ginny!!!!", he screamed, -"That's my &$%@#& sister you
^*$@%$!!!", I heard him shout, it was him, he had emerged
from his room, looking more furious than ever before,
enraged with madness he plunged towards us and punched him,
I saw it with tearful desperate eyes, and they began to
fight,
I ran, desperate, scared, what if someone heard?, I would
never hear the end of it,
-"Who was it?", it was Ron wasn't it?, Hermione interrupted
rudely,
-"Will you let me finish the story?", Ginny protested,
Hermione just nodded,
-"I ran downstairs, panicked, as fast as I could and..",
started Ginny resuming her story, but not for long,
-"So that's what I heard, I heard punching, and ohhh! I saw
them fighting in the hallway, in front of his room, but I
was running away from that...", interrupted Hermione again,
-"Will you let me finish?", asked Ginny now getting
exasperated, Hermione nodded obediently again,
-"So, as I was telling you before you rudely
interrupted...again," Ginny pointed out, -" I ran
downstairs, I was panicking, what if mum heard them?, what
if everyone found out?, so I ran downstairs determined to
stop that from happening, and so I squinted desperately
around for something that could help, and then I saw the
radio, happily playing very softly, and there was mum's
wand, just lying there by the sink, so I took it and
magnified the sound so ..",
-"That was you then?!," Hermione asked, suddenly standing up
a bit angry, -"Why would you do that?, you know how I hate
that awful woman Rita Skeeter, and...have you heard how
foully she sings?!", Hermione asked frustrated,
-"Well I did today,", protested Ginny,
-"Why would you do that?", asked Hermione,
-"Well I turned it up very high so it would muffle those
awful fighting screams, I didn't want everyone to find out,
and then I ran out, I couldn't take it anymore, tears
started rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop crying,
and I ran up to that hill and, well, that's where you found
me, and that's pretty much what happened, oh Hermione, it's
all my fault, I shouldn't have kissed him, not there at the
least,", said Ginny as Hermione hugged her comfortingly
again.
-"Why did you kiss him then"?, asked Hermione,
-"I don't know, I..I just got caught up in the mood, I
couldn't help my self, I couldn't resist him", replied
Ginny,
-"Ginny, you have always liked Harry, but you had done a
fair job resisting him before.", stated Hermione
-"Harry?, who said anything about Harry?, you mean you
think...that I kissed Harry?,", Ginny asked surprised,
-"Well yeah, I mean...hey!, who did you kiss then?", asked
Hermione feeling like a fool
Ginny was silent though,
-"Well come on now, you've told me the story, im going to
find out eventually, Ron is going to tell me, poor bloke
can't keep secrets..", said Hermione but was interrupted
-"Ron?, not able to keep secrets you say?", said Ginny
laughing,
-"That's what I said, said Hermione, but you didn't tell me
who..", she started again but was interrupted by Ginny once
more,
-"Oh, he can keep secrets all right, he's kept his crush on
you a secret for five years now!" cried Ginny laughing, but
suddenly she realized she had said too much.
-"What?!", Hermione asked, confused with mixed feelings of
bewilderment and shock, -"I..i got to go", she said and ran
down the hill back to the burrow feeling lightheaded.
Hermione couldn't think properly at that moment, she slumped
into the house and up the stairs, running, wanting to lock
herself in Ginny's room alone as soon as possible to be a
lone with her befuddled thoughts, but there was an obstacle
in her midst, and in her hurry she bumped right into it...
-"Hermione!," he said,
-"Ron!", Hermione shouted suddenly looking at that familiar
freckled face,
-"oh, you scared me, I thought you were Ginny", he said
helping her get up, but Hermione pulled back her hand as she
felt his awkward touch and pushed herself up,
-"Have you seen Ginny?", asked Ron worriedly,
-"No", Hermione replied simply, keeping a ridiculously big
distance from Ron, -"Why would you want to see Ginny after
what you did anyway?", asked Hermione feeling suddenly very
annoyed,
-"She told you?", Ron asked bewildered,
-"Yes, you should have just backed away Ron, you know how
much Ginny likes Harry...", Hermione stated,
-"Harry?!, she kissed Harry too?!", Ron asked scandalized,
-"What do you mean too?!, when you hit him, who else did she
kiss?!", asked Hermione taken aback,
-"That scum Malfoy!", Ron yelled out just as a handsome boy
with sleek blond hair came walking out the door in front,
-"Listen you weasel, who your sister choses to kiss is her
business, not yours", protested Malfoy angrily,
-"It is my business to protect her from evil freaks like
you!", Ron said looking at Malfoy with menacing eyes,
-"RON!, I told you to treat poor Draco nicely! Its not his
fault his father was detained and he has to live here with
us, you better make him feel welcome like I told you too,
Dumbledore asked us to take him in because he trusted us to
make him feel at home and you better do that Ron!", shouted
Mrs. Weasley, from a few floors below, while Hermione just
stared, the fact that Malfoy had kissed Ginny still sinking
in, painting a horrible picture in her mind, mixed feelings
running opposite thoughts through her head, confusing her,
-"You're just lucky my mum is here and pities you so much,
Malfoy", said Ron through gritted teeth, turning red as he
tried to control his building anger,
-"Does Harry know?", asked Hermione, still trying to cope
with the fact that Ginny and Malfoy had suddenly becomed an
item, Ron looked up with wide eyes when suddenly a young red
head came running up the stairs and paralyzed on the spot at
the moment she saw that awkward reunion in the hall way in
front of Percy's old room where Malfoy was staying.
-"Ginny how could you?", asked Hermione with a quivering
voice, her eyes suddenly becoming watery and red,
-"You kissed Malfoy too, how could you?", asked Hermione
looking quite outraged,
-"Too?", asked Malfoy looking strangely delighted,
-"Keep out of this you stupid bouncing ferret!, said Ron
enraged,
-"RON!", yelled out Mrs. Weasley from downstairs
reprehensively,
-"Why are you so upset now?", asked Ginny trying to defend
herself, -"You weren't so upset a while ago when you didn't
know who I kissed!", she stated,
-"Because it would have been fine and dandy if it had been
Harry,", Hermione replied after hesitating a few moments,
-"You've always been in love with Harry, But Malfoy?", asked
Hermione
-"What if I do love him?", asked Ginny defiantly regaining
suddenly a confidence that she had never shown, somehow
acquired because of that simple kiss,
-"You're crazy Ginny! How can you say you love that
scumbag?!," Ron asked bewildered,
-"It's not your business Ron! I don't need you to take care
of me!", Ginny yelled furiously at the fact that her brother
had barged into her life for as long as she could remember,
-"Ginny, I don't think you realize who that is, that's Draco
Malfoy the biggest git in history!", Ron shouted outraged
pointing at a disgraced Malfoy,
-"RON!", Shouted Mrs. Weasley again, this time coming up the
stairs, -"I've told you once, I've told you a million times
Ron!, treat Malfoy like the guest he is!, Mrs. Weasley
hollered at her son as she got to the strange scene,
Hermione slowly walked away, Ginny too, and Malfoy
retroceded back into his room, while Ron discussed with his
mother over how Malfoy was scum and should be kicked out.
-"Hermione?", said Ginny as they both walked upstairs,
Hermione keeping a ridiculously big distance,
-"Im not talking to you", Hermione said indignantly,
-"What are you so angry about?, don't tell me youre going to
start overprotecting me like Ron because...started
protesting Ginny but Hermione interrupted:
-"Its not that!,", she said suddenly stopping and then
resuming her path,
-"Then why are you so angry at me?, as far as im concerned I
can kiss who ever I want", Ginny said defensively,
-"No you cant!", Hermione said angrily,
-"Why not?", Ginny said suddenly screwing her face with
puzzlement,
-"Because...", Hermione replied as she walked even faster,
-"Hermione you know that's not the real reason, why are you
so mad?", Ginny asked,
-"Its none of your business you tramp!", Hermione shouted as
she reached the room,
-"Oh so that's how's it going to be huh?", asked Ginny
offended,
-"It is,", Hermione said angrily,
-"Well then maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore", said
Ginny rage flooding through her veins,
-"Well FINE!", Hermione shouted not really thinking with all
those confusing thoughts in her head, all heated up with
rage,
-"FINE!", Ginny shouted back as Hermione slammed the door
shut, but as she walked off she turned around and
remembered:
-"Hey that's my room!", she shouted.
PART 2
Ginny was laying on the hard floor with a few covers around
her in her brothers' dark room, wide eyed, and awake, she
didn't want to move, after all, for all she knew there could
be exploding snaps lying around the floor waiting to pop up
at any moment in Fred and George's disaster of a room, she
had gotten stuck into having to sleep here because of her
argument with Hermione, who had locked herself up in Ginny's
room, and had not come out, and Ginny was not going to beg
her, and she couldn't tell her mother, because then she
would want to find out why Ginny and Hermione were fighting
and she just couldn't tell her mother what had happened, she
would never hear the end of it, so she lay there, watching
as Fred snored noisily while George's mouth lay open, a lake
of drool on the chuddley cannons' sheets of their bunk bed,
she had been lucky Fred and George had let her stay in their
room, it was much easier to make up a story about why she
had fought with Hermione than to her mum, because she was a
woman and knew why girls fight, she just wouldn't have
bought the silly story she made up to tell Fred and George,
and besides, they wouldn't want to get involved in a girls
argument, unlike her mum.
-"Hermione is right", suddenly George mumbled in his sleep,
-"Ginny's hairstyle is a bit out of style", he said as Ginny
turned to look at him and then patted her hair insecure,
when suddenly she looked at the clock, it was already the
wee hours of the morning, and she had to get some sleep,
after all the next day would be the start of the new term at
Hogwarts, finally her fourth year, it would be kind of a
shaky start since Hermione was so mad at her, but she hadn't
done anything wrong, why was Hermione so mad?, it still
intrigued her, but right now she had to get some sleep, and
she closed her eyes and fell into a soft slumber.
The next day was mayhem, everyone was running around the
house, up and down the crooked stairs in their pajamas,
people tumbling down the stairs with bits of toast still in
their hands, no time for breakfast at all, with Mr. Weasley
working overtime for the ministry since Lucius job had to be
done by everyone else chipping in, he wasto be less and less
time at home, so Mrs. Weasley had to manage everything, but
at last everybody was in the car, trunks packed and ready to
go.
They arrived in platform nine and three quarters just in
time to catch the Hogwarts express after a quick good bye,
and they were off.
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Dancing in the wind
Magically Delicious
It was a typical summer afternoon down at the Weasleys'
crooked old house, Hermione and Harry had come to stay for
the summer as usual, and Hermione was now sitting in a
crooked wooden old desk, rolls of parchment, quills and
bottles of ink, scattered over the cracking dark cherry
wood, the house was strangely quiet, only the slow
scratching on her quill could be heard as she wrote a
particularly nasty potions essay for her least favorite
teacher, professor Snape, the head of the rival house,
slytherin, where her discriminating enemy Draco Malfoy was.
She faced the only small window in the room, that overlooked
the blooming front garden, the soft orange and rosy tingle
of the bright summer sun shone on her fair face as she
sighed deeply, her thoughts were far away from that room at
that moment, with someone who was not that far away though,
under the same roof even, how could two people be so close,
and yet so far apart?, so distant in the heart?, she sighed
again, and the quick drip of the ink from the quill made her
react and go back to writing her essay, relieved the ink
drop had narrowly missed her essay, making a big blot on the
desk.
-Back to work Hermione, she muttered to herself, as she
dipped her beautiful eagle feather quill again and started
to write but suddenly she heard a loud BAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!
With a throb in her heart she stood up from the desk in
surprise, accidentally knocking over
The bottle of ink and watching it with a worried gasp as it
quickly spread, like a black shiny river flowing into the
wood cracks, or a fine quickly knitting spider web, narrowly
missing her almost finished essay. Sighing relieved, she
picked up her essay carefully not to smudge it with ink, and
then took out her wand and was about to touch with it's tip
the ink covered desk with a cleaning charm when suddenly
another loud BANG! was heard , and this time followed by
loud screaming,
-Ugh! Those boys!, she muttered under her breath, they must
be playing exploding snap, she thought as she looked down
at the still ink laden desk. With a touch of her wand it
became spotless immediately. She sat again, her building
temper cooling off now, as she dipped her quill in the shiny
black ink again, and just when the tip of her quill was
about to touch the parchment it made itself heard, the
booming sound of Rita Skeeter's magically magnified voice
banging off the walls of the house,
-THAT'S IT! CANT SOMEONE GET A.LITTLE PEACE AND QUIET AROUND
HERE?!!! ,Hermione bellowed fuming, her anger exploding.
With a vein throbbing in her temple, and in a fit of rage,
she took all the books, quills, bottles of ink and rolls of
parchment she could and stuffed them in her arms before
bursting out the door. She fled down the stairs, the sound
of Rita Skeeter's singing on the radio booming throughout
the house still, screeching in high notes louder than a
police car siren, her eyes almost shut, in despair, as she
couldn't cover her ears with all the things she was carrying
on her arms, she barely saw the two boys fighting in front
of the twin's room as she fled her way down the stairs,
hurriedly, trying to get away from that hideous screeching
sound, and she barely noticed Mrs. Weasley as well,
bustling around the kitchen uncontrollably trying
desperately to turn down the volume on that blasted radio,
Hermione ran through the kitchen and out of the house
through the front door, faster than a struck of the wind,
and slammed the door shut behind her, deafening the now
muffled screeching sound behind.
Her fast pace slowered, as she made her way through the maze
of tangled bright green vines and scattered colorful flower
pots that the Weasleys called a garden, the pression flowing
out, as the cool summer breeze blew against her face, the
steam and anger cooling off as she walked now calmly, her
fists unclenching, through that wonderful colorful garden
and out the gate, into a breathtaking landscape of brilliant
green, grassy knolls and hills.
She walked through the long vibrant green grass, as she made
her way up those hills, and just as she was about to sit
down in a perfect spot she saw her.
Sitting on top of a verdant knoll below she was, her flaming
red hair glistening like fire as it danced freely in the
wind, and her deep brown eyes melting like two chocolates
under the sun as she cried.
Hermione's arms went numb, and her belongings were scattered
on that lush hill, when her distraught eyes saw her friend
suffering in such painful agony and she swiftly ran to her
friend in need, almost sliding down that hill.
-"Ginny?", she whispered softly and gently approaching her
alarmed to see her in such disturbing state.
-"Leave me alone", she said between huge sobs, flipping her
hand behind her back to drive who ever it was away.
-"Ginny..Ginny it's me, Hermione", she whispered,
Ginny's fretful eyes looked up to see her friend's concerned
face.
-"Oh, Hermione!" she bawled, suddenly bursting into tears
again, and crying on Hermione's shoulder,
-"Calm down Ginny", Hermione said comfortingly, putting her
arm around her distraught friend, wondering what could have
happened too make her this upset, as Ginny sobbed painfully,
starting to calm down a bit.
-"It's..it's..he..he...", she managed to say as she
struggled to speak between deep sobs,
-"He?, who?, who Ginny?, I bet it was one of your brothers",
said Hermione anger starting to build up inside of her, -"I
bet it was Ron..i'll kill him..", she proclaimed angrily
trying to stand up,
-"No!", Ginny managed to yell out through her crying to stop
her enfuriated friend, -"Well.a bit.but.oh!", Ginny's words
were drowned by her profound sobs again,
-"I knew it", said Hermione trying to stand up again and go
make Ron sorry for whatever he had done,
-"No!", Ginny managed to stop her infuriated friend again,-"
it wasn't all Ron's fault, it's.it's..he..oh!", Ginny
succumbed into tears once more,
-"Come on Ginny, you have to calm down, so you can tell
whats wrong, im here to help you, calm down", said Hermione
confortant hugging her tightly,
-"Why did he have to do it Hermione?, Why?!", Ginny exploded
into tears,
-"Do what?, Calm down, take a deep breath, and tell me what
happened", Hermione said patting her back, feeling Ginny's
sobs float away slowly, as she reincorporated herself
gradually,
-"Well, I guess it all started this afternoon", Ginny said,
starting to reminisce, -"I was in the living room, sitting
in front of the fire place, it wasn't on, but I needed a lot
of space to spread out all the loose sheets I was pasting
into my new....er...old, astrology book", she corrected, her
ears going red, just like Ron's did when he was embarrassed,
-"Well anyway, I needed space and the rug in front of the
fireplace was the perfect place to spread out all the loose
pages, so I was sitting there, minding my own business when
suddenly he came into the room, and you know how nervous I
get around him, well everybody, but mostly him", she said as
a small grin tried to spread across her face, -"I didn't
look up, I was too nervous to face him, so I kept looking
down and pasting my sheets, but still..i felt his presence,
his bold strong presence, he was standing in the door frame,
leaning against it, his hair brushed over his face, I was
trembling, I was so nervous, I knew he would say something
and then I would just break apart, but he didn't, he just
strolled into the living room over to the couch, I could
feel him coming nearer to me as he let himself fall into the
soft cushions, I could feel his eyes upon me, I was
trembling more than before, he was too near and suddenly
...he spoke, I don-t really remember what he said, I was too
nervous, my trembling was taking over me and I accidentally
knocked over the glue bottle, I had stuck my hand into it,
I'm such a fool!", Ginny exclaimed, suddenly sobs overcoming
her again,
-"It's alright Ginny, accidents happen", Hermione assured
her, what did he say?", she asked,
-"Well, I started trembling like crazy, even more than
before, I knew what was coming, I knew what he would say, I
could expect it from him, I just sat there trembling,
waiting for it, I was a t the brim of bursting into
tears..but it never came",
-"What do you mean it never came?", asked Hermione
interested,
-"He never said that, he just walked over to me, I felt his
strong hand take mine and unstuck it from the bottle of
glue, then he pulled me up, so strong, yet gentle, I looked
up finally, and there it was, that kind face, I was still
trembling, but somehow, his face, his expression, made it
all go away, I felt a warm sensation fill the air, a soft
tingle as his strong yet gentle hand held mine, as he washed
it, the water feeling like silk as it ran through our
entwined hands, his soft gentle strokes as he wiped the
glue off my hand, leaving it immaculate, spick and span,
just spotless, I could feel his tender grasp and warm breath
blowing softly against my skin as he leaned slowly against
my neck from behind, I was breathing deeply, and then he
closed the water spout, and we walked together back into the
living room. I remembered what had happened, as if that
horrible mess of paste all over the carpet had brought my
mind back to reality, after that luscious dream, I bent over
to clean it up, but it disappeared with a quick touch of his
wand, he pulled me up, I timidly said "thanks", he just
smiled back, that debonair sparkling smile, warm and
playful, and then softly whispered: "You're welcome", I
giggled playfully, and then he strode over to the couch and
invited me with his charming smile, he immersed me in a
luscious dream, as I sat, next to him, he talked, I laughed,
he'd talk some more, tell me entertaining stories, engaged
me, making me feel warm all over, safe, perfectly safe,
secure and happy around him, not afraid to say whatever it
was that was on my mind, my thoughts, my dreams, stories I
had never told, experiences I had never shared before, we
laughed, and talked, enjoying every single moment, time
passing by unnoticed, until I felt the breeze of the summer
wind fly in through the window, the cooling breeze of the
afternoon sinking in, bestowing itself upon us, and I looked
at the clock , the sun was slowly starting to set in the
sky, illuminating his soft pale skin with many colorful hues
of pink and orange and dabs of gold, as his dashing smile
sparkled brilliantly as he looked at me with those deep
bright green-blue eyes, something had changed in them, there
was something there that I had never seen before, something
I had never felt or sensed before. And he took my hand as
before, it was late, and the last day of summer was soon to
end, term would start the next day. We walked together, side
by side, still talking and laughing up the winding stairs,
and as we did, I felt him walk closer and closer to me,
until I could feel the tingle of his touch, and suddenly he
stopped, he looked into my eyes, and I looked into his, I
felt as if I had known him forever, and I could tell
everything about him just by bestowing my sight on those
inviting warm eyes, and the feeling of his warm caress took
me over as he approached me, I couldn't take my eyes of his,
he wouldn't take his off me, I felt his strong grasp around
my waist, and suddenly, with any warning, unsuspectedly he
leaned in, his warm breath taking me in, and soon his moist
soft lips touching mine, lustrous, enchanting, entwined our
lips became in a wonderful kiss, in a love lock, an
indescribable sensation, immersed as in a breathtaking
fantasy, only it was real, and it felt very real, genuine, I
could not believe such happiness, such joy, such...
-"Ginny!!!!", he screamed, -"That's my &$%@#& sister you
^*$@%$!!!", I heard him shout, it was him, he had emerged
from his room, looking more furious than ever before,
enraged with madness he plunged towards us and punched him,
I saw it with tearful desperate eyes, and they began to
fight,
I ran, desperate, scared, what if someone heard?, I would
never hear the end of it,
-"Who was it?", it was Ron wasn't it?, Hermione interrupted
rudely,
-"Will you let me finish the story?", Ginny protested,
Hermione just nodded,
-"I ran downstairs, panicked, as fast as I could and..",
started Ginny resuming her story, but not for long,
-"So that's what I heard, I heard punching, and ohhh! I saw
them fighting in the hallway, in front of his room, but I
was running away from that...", interrupted Hermione again,
-"Will you let me finish?", asked Ginny now getting
exasperated, Hermione nodded obediently again,
-"So, as I was telling you before you rudely
interrupted...again," Ginny pointed out, -" I ran
downstairs, I was panicking, what if mum heard them?, what
if everyone found out?, so I ran downstairs determined to
stop that from happening, and so I squinted desperately
around for something that could help, and then I saw the
radio, happily playing very softly, and there was mum's
wand, just lying there by the sink, so I took it and
magnified the sound so ..",
-"That was you then?!," Hermione asked, suddenly standing up
a bit angry, -"Why would you do that?, you know how I hate
that awful woman Rita Skeeter, and...have you heard how
foully she sings?!", Hermione asked frustrated,
-"Well I did today,", protested Ginny,
-"Why would you do that?", asked Hermione,
-"Well I turned it up very high so it would muffle those
awful fighting screams, I didn't want everyone to find out,
and then I ran out, I couldn't take it anymore, tears
started rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop crying,
and I ran up to that hill and, well, that's where you found
me, and that's pretty much what happened, oh Hermione, it's
all my fault, I shouldn't have kissed him, not there at the
least,", said Ginny as Hermione hugged her comfortingly
again.
-"Why did you kiss him then"?, asked Hermione,
-"I don't know, I..I just got caught up in the mood, I
couldn't help my self, I couldn't resist him", replied
Ginny,
-"Ginny, you have always liked Harry, but you had done a
fair job resisting him before.", stated Hermione
-"Harry?, who said anything about Harry?, you mean you
think...that I kissed Harry?,", Ginny asked surprised,
-"Well yeah, I mean...hey!, who did you kiss then?", asked
Hermione feeling like a fool
Ginny was silent though,
-"Well come on now, you've told me the story, im going to
find out eventually, Ron is going to tell me, poor bloke
can't keep secrets..", said Hermione but was interrupted
-"Ron?, not able to keep secrets you say?", said Ginny
laughing,
-"That's what I said, said Hermione, but you didn't tell me
who..", she started again but was interrupted by Ginny once
more,
-"Oh, he can keep secrets all right, he's kept his crush on
you a secret for five years now!" cried Ginny laughing, but
suddenly she realized she had said too much.
-"What?!", Hermione asked, confused with mixed feelings of
bewilderment and shock, -"I..i got to go", she said and ran
down the hill back to the burrow feeling lightheaded.
Hermione couldn't think properly at that moment, she slumped
into the house and up the stairs, running, wanting to lock
herself in Ginny's room alone as soon as possible to be a
lone with her befuddled thoughts, but there was an obstacle
in her midst, and in her hurry she bumped right into it...
-"Hermione!," he said,
-"Ron!", Hermione shouted suddenly looking at that familiar
freckled face,
-"oh, you scared me, I thought you were Ginny", he said
helping her get up, but Hermione pulled back her hand as she
felt his awkward touch and pushed herself up,
-"Have you seen Ginny?", asked Ron worriedly,
-"No", Hermione replied simply, keeping a ridiculously big
distance from Ron, -"Why would you want to see Ginny after
what you did anyway?", asked Hermione feeling suddenly very
annoyed,
-"She told you?", Ron asked bewildered,
-"Yes, you should have just backed away Ron, you know how
much Ginny likes Harry...", Hermione stated,
-"Harry?!, she kissed Harry too?!", Ron asked scandalized,
-"What do you mean too?!, when you hit him, who else did she
kiss?!", asked Hermione taken aback,
-"That scum Malfoy!", Ron yelled out just as a handsome boy
with sleek blond hair came walking out the door in front,
-"Listen you weasel, who your sister choses to kiss is her
business, not yours", protested Malfoy angrily,
-"It is my business to protect her from evil freaks like
you!", Ron said looking at Malfoy with menacing eyes,
-"RON!, I told you to treat poor Draco nicely! Its not his
fault his father was detained and he has to live here with
us, you better make him feel welcome like I told you too,
Dumbledore asked us to take him in because he trusted us to
make him feel at home and you better do that Ron!", shouted
Mrs. Weasley, from a few floors below, while Hermione just
stared, the fact that Malfoy had kissed Ginny still sinking
in, painting a horrible picture in her mind, mixed feelings
running opposite thoughts through her head, confusing her,
-"You're just lucky my mum is here and pities you so much,
Malfoy", said Ron through gritted teeth, turning red as he
tried to control his building anger,
-"Does Harry know?", asked Hermione, still trying to cope
with the fact that Ginny and Malfoy had suddenly becomed an
item, Ron looked up with wide eyes when suddenly a young red
head came running up the stairs and paralyzed on the spot at
the moment she saw that awkward reunion in the hall way in
front of Percy's old room where Malfoy was staying.
-"Ginny how could you?", asked Hermione with a quivering
voice, her eyes suddenly becoming watery and red,
-"You kissed Malfoy too, how could you?", asked Hermione
looking quite outraged,
-"Too?", asked Malfoy looking strangely delighted,
-"Keep out of this you stupid bouncing ferret!, said Ron
enraged,
-"RON!", yelled out Mrs. Weasley from downstairs
reprehensively,
-"Why are you so upset now?", asked Ginny trying to defend
herself, -"You weren't so upset a while ago when you didn't
know who I kissed!", she stated,
-"Because it would have been fine and dandy if it had been
Harry,", Hermione replied after hesitating a few moments,
-"You've always been in love with Harry, But Malfoy?", asked
Hermione
-"What if I do love him?", asked Ginny defiantly regaining
suddenly a confidence that she had never shown, somehow
acquired because of that simple kiss,
-"You're crazy Ginny! How can you say you love that
scumbag?!," Ron asked bewildered,
-"It's not your business Ron! I don't need you to take care
of me!", Ginny yelled furiously at the fact that her brother
had barged into her life for as long as she could remember,
-"Ginny, I don't think you realize who that is, that's Draco
Malfoy the biggest git in history!", Ron shouted outraged
pointing at a disgraced Malfoy,
-"RON!", Shouted Mrs. Weasley again, this time coming up the
stairs, -"I've told you once, I've told you a million times
Ron!, treat Malfoy like the guest he is!, Mrs. Weasley
hollered at her son as she got to the strange scene,
Hermione slowly walked away, Ginny too, and Malfoy
retroceded back into his room, while Ron discussed with his
mother over how Malfoy was scum and should be kicked out.
-"Hermione?", said Ginny as they both walked upstairs,
Hermione keeping a ridiculously big distance,
-"Im not talking to you", Hermione said indignantly,
-"What are you so angry about?, don't tell me youre going to
start overprotecting me like Ron because...started
protesting Ginny but Hermione interrupted:
-"Its not that!,", she said suddenly stopping and then
resuming her path,
-"Then why are you so angry at me?, as far as im concerned I
can kiss who ever I want", Ginny said defensively,
-"No you cant!", Hermione said angrily,
-"Why not?", Ginny said suddenly screwing her face with
puzzlement,
-"Because...", Hermione replied as she walked even faster,
-"Hermione you know that's not the real reason, why are you
so mad?", Ginny asked,
-"Its none of your business you tramp!", Hermione shouted as
she reached the room,
-"Oh so that's how's it going to be huh?", asked Ginny
offended,
-"It is,", Hermione said angrily,
-"Well then maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore", said
Ginny rage flooding through her veins,
-"Well FINE!", Hermione shouted not really thinking with all
those confusing thoughts in her head, all heated up with
rage,
-"FINE!", Ginny shouted back as Hermione slammed the door
shut, but as she walked off she turned around and
remembered:
-"Hey that's my room!", she shouted.
PART 2
Ginny was laying on the hard floor with a few covers around
her in her brothers' dark room, wide eyed, and awake, she
didn't want to move, after all, for all she knew there could
be exploding snaps lying around the floor waiting to pop up
at any moment in Fred and George's disaster of a room, she
had gotten stuck into having to sleep here because of her
argument with Hermione, who had locked herself up in Ginny's
room, and had not come out, and Ginny was not going to beg
her, and she couldn't tell her mother, because then she
would want to find out why Ginny and Hermione were fighting
and she just couldn't tell her mother what had happened, she
would never hear the end of it, so she lay there, watching
as Fred snored noisily while George's mouth lay open, a lake
of drool on the chuddley cannons' sheets of their bunk bed,
she had been lucky Fred and George had let her stay in their
room, it was much easier to make up a story about why she
had fought with Hermione than to her mum, because she was a
woman and knew why girls fight, she just wouldn't have
bought the silly story she made up to tell Fred and George,
and besides, they wouldn't want to get involved in a girls
argument, unlike her mum.
-"Hermione is right", suddenly George mumbled in his sleep,
-"Ginny's hairstyle is a bit out of style", he said as Ginny
turned to look at him and then patted her hair insecure,
when suddenly she looked at the clock, it was already the
wee hours of the morning, and she had to get some sleep,
after all the next day would be the start of the new term at
Hogwarts, finally her fourth year, it would be kind of a
shaky start since Hermione was so mad at her, but she hadn't
done anything wrong, why was Hermione so mad?, it still
intrigued her, but right now she had to get some sleep, and
she closed her eyes and fell into a soft slumber.
The next day was mayhem, everyone was running around the
house, up and down the crooked stairs in their pajamas,
people tumbling down the stairs with bits of toast still in
their hands, no time for breakfast at all, with Mr. Weasley
working overtime for the ministry since Lucius job had to be
done by everyone else chipping in, he wasto be less and less
time at home, so Mrs. Weasley had to manage everything, but
at last everybody was in the car, trunks packed and ready to
go.
They arrived in platform nine and three quarters just in
time to catch the Hogwarts express after a quick good bye,
and they were off.
g-ha
he-d
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ha-ch
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Dancing in the wind
Magically Delicious
