Ron read the letter. Funny! She didn't mention homework, ugh ,but she mentioned that stupid git! 'I hate Krum,' he thought over and over.
I mean who would want to date a prat? A silly little prat? Krum, of course, not 'Mione! 'Krum, the prat, he thought, all I can do is insult! '
Seems Krum satisfies her, but 'Mione, ever since second year she was like a vision to him! Her pretty curly hair which brought out her cinnamon eyes was wild which hid, since she was usually not wild, her character.
Ron on the other hand, was a vastly tall boy with hand-me down robes and supplies for that matter. He had hair of red, which usually matched his face whenever he was around that beautiful girl. Red hair was the Weasly mark, and just as his brothers and younger sister had it, he did too.
Usually he was eating the house out when he came home from Hogwartz. Not that they didn't feed him, but, well, Ron was an eater.
Whoa! Not a death eater of course, but a hungry, young, tall boy who just loved his food!
Ron had wished one day that he would become Head Boy, just like his brother, Percy. On the other hand, he wanted to be Quidditch captain! He wanted to hold the house cup in his hands and claim he won it with Harry and all the others!
Harry Potter was his best friend, well, yes. Hermione was too, don't get him wrong. But Hermione well, she was a girl, and if he blushed around her all the time how would his life be? Non-stop redness?
No, no. Ron was not smart. Nor was he stupid, he just lacked a certain something. I think you call it studying skills? Well, I don't know. He just skipped out when it was time to do homework and played his favorite game besides Quidditch, wizard's chess.
He won against everyone. Yeah, even the boy who lived. But, hey Harry had his skills, that game, not one of them.
You've all heard of Harry, correct? Well find out from another source since this isn't about him. It's about our RED HAIRED hero.
Ron was about to write back, when he remembered 'Oh yeah, better ask Mum first. She loves Hermione, everyone does! She's the smart and dependable one. She really is.'
You should listen this thoughts you know! She's the smartest in the class. Well, their year's smartest.
As Ron made his way down five flights of rickety stairs, sounding like a stampede.
"Hi Ron, dear!" his mother smiled warmly glad to have him home.
Mrs. Weasly was the sweetest in the world. She was sincere. She was kind. Well, let's not talk about her relationship with howlers, but yeah. SWEET! KIND! THOUGHTFUL, dear Mrs. Weasly.
Hey, Mum! Did I mention you're looking ravishingly beautiful today?" Ron said in his most charming voice. Face it. Ron can charm girls. He's good at it.
"Yes, Ron, dear. You mentioned that when you got home! What have you done?" she said looking at her stack of readied howlers. Mother's can not be charmed.
"Just wondering if Hermione can come over this summer and Harry, too. Since Ginny's gone, away at her stupid camp, I'm lonely. Hermione can stay in her room and stay until summer's over and Harry... He can sleep in my room." Ron said in a rush stumbling on words afraid still of the last howler he got.
"Ron, I love them, dearie. They can come over anytime!" She said now glancing at the clock.
The clock was a Weasly possession. It said where each one was. It was something you would toss away with old food. But to most guests whom would never even had guessed at such a creation, it was a masterpiece.
"Fred and George away with those girls again?" Ron asked waiting to make the brothers of his blush with much redness.
"Yes. Ron, you'll have a girlfriend one day and when they pick on you, you'll die of embarrassment, so get the mischievous look out of those blue eyes of yours. Got it?" Mrs. Weasly straightened him out.
"Yes, Mum. I got it! I have to return to my room to write dear Hermione a letter of invitation, so she doesn't spend her time with that ass hole Krum."
Ron said in a tone of disgust.
"Sorry dearie, what was the part after so? I missed it. Your father is trying out that new lawn contraption Muggles use." She said in the same tone yet in a mocking way.
Mr. Weasly worked for the Ministry of Defense. And for that occupation he stopped people from using magic outside of where they're supposed to. Even though he used magic wrongfully himself. He had like Muggle things for some days now. Funny how he likes something he can never figure out. Muggles. I can't.
"Never mind. I'll go tell Hermione and Harry."
Ronald Weasly returned to that room of his for the second time that day, that week, that month.
He picked up his hand-me down quill and wrote:
Dear Hermione,
It's great to hear from you so soon! You can come as soon as you like.
I'll write Harry too.
I swear if you mention that stupid Krum again, I will..... Not threatening a girl, never mind.
I think you should get to your homework Hermione!
HA I SAID IT FIRST!!!!
Love,
Ron
The he folded up the parchment and put it in the corner of the desk. The he dipped his quill in ink and wrote:
Dear Harry,
Hermione is coming over this summer and I hoped you could too!!!
She was talking about the git in her letter to me. GOD I hate him.
Harry don't call me jealous, I'm not! I simply think he's the wrong guy for her! WRONG! I mean.... okay maybe I am jealous. It's just you know Hermione has changed a lot. She's developed some things I certainly wasn't looking for but found. You know she's drop dead gorgeous!!! A knock out! She's beautiful! But she's Hermione and she has a boy friend. I wish Krum didn't exist. I wish you and I were the only men in her life! I mean how much more can she handle? I mean a Weasly and a Potter? She needed a Krum too?
Well I'll talk to you soon. I'll send yours right way since you live farther and Pig's grown fatter.
Your friend,
Ron
Ron then quickly without thinking gave Pig Harry's letter and the family owl, Earl, Hermione's.
Pig left the house heading for Hermione's house. What can I say? He's a stupid bird.
Earl left to Harry's seeing Pig go the other way.
Ron decided to go do his after Hogwartz eating ritual. After all, homework can be saved
I mean who would want to date a prat? A silly little prat? Krum, of course, not 'Mione! 'Krum, the prat, he thought, all I can do is insult! '
Seems Krum satisfies her, but 'Mione, ever since second year she was like a vision to him! Her pretty curly hair which brought out her cinnamon eyes was wild which hid, since she was usually not wild, her character.
Ron on the other hand, was a vastly tall boy with hand-me down robes and supplies for that matter. He had hair of red, which usually matched his face whenever he was around that beautiful girl. Red hair was the Weasly mark, and just as his brothers and younger sister had it, he did too.
Usually he was eating the house out when he came home from Hogwartz. Not that they didn't feed him, but, well, Ron was an eater.
Whoa! Not a death eater of course, but a hungry, young, tall boy who just loved his food!
Ron had wished one day that he would become Head Boy, just like his brother, Percy. On the other hand, he wanted to be Quidditch captain! He wanted to hold the house cup in his hands and claim he won it with Harry and all the others!
Harry Potter was his best friend, well, yes. Hermione was too, don't get him wrong. But Hermione well, she was a girl, and if he blushed around her all the time how would his life be? Non-stop redness?
No, no. Ron was not smart. Nor was he stupid, he just lacked a certain something. I think you call it studying skills? Well, I don't know. He just skipped out when it was time to do homework and played his favorite game besides Quidditch, wizard's chess.
He won against everyone. Yeah, even the boy who lived. But, hey Harry had his skills, that game, not one of them.
You've all heard of Harry, correct? Well find out from another source since this isn't about him. It's about our RED HAIRED hero.
Ron was about to write back, when he remembered 'Oh yeah, better ask Mum first. She loves Hermione, everyone does! She's the smart and dependable one. She really is.'
You should listen this thoughts you know! She's the smartest in the class. Well, their year's smartest.
As Ron made his way down five flights of rickety stairs, sounding like a stampede.
"Hi Ron, dear!" his mother smiled warmly glad to have him home.
Mrs. Weasly was the sweetest in the world. She was sincere. She was kind. Well, let's not talk about her relationship with howlers, but yeah. SWEET! KIND! THOUGHTFUL, dear Mrs. Weasly.
Hey, Mum! Did I mention you're looking ravishingly beautiful today?" Ron said in his most charming voice. Face it. Ron can charm girls. He's good at it.
"Yes, Ron, dear. You mentioned that when you got home! What have you done?" she said looking at her stack of readied howlers. Mother's can not be charmed.
"Just wondering if Hermione can come over this summer and Harry, too. Since Ginny's gone, away at her stupid camp, I'm lonely. Hermione can stay in her room and stay until summer's over and Harry... He can sleep in my room." Ron said in a rush stumbling on words afraid still of the last howler he got.
"Ron, I love them, dearie. They can come over anytime!" She said now glancing at the clock.
The clock was a Weasly possession. It said where each one was. It was something you would toss away with old food. But to most guests whom would never even had guessed at such a creation, it was a masterpiece.
"Fred and George away with those girls again?" Ron asked waiting to make the brothers of his blush with much redness.
"Yes. Ron, you'll have a girlfriend one day and when they pick on you, you'll die of embarrassment, so get the mischievous look out of those blue eyes of yours. Got it?" Mrs. Weasly straightened him out.
"Yes, Mum. I got it! I have to return to my room to write dear Hermione a letter of invitation, so she doesn't spend her time with that ass hole Krum."
Ron said in a tone of disgust.
"Sorry dearie, what was the part after so? I missed it. Your father is trying out that new lawn contraption Muggles use." She said in the same tone yet in a mocking way.
Mr. Weasly worked for the Ministry of Defense. And for that occupation he stopped people from using magic outside of where they're supposed to. Even though he used magic wrongfully himself. He had like Muggle things for some days now. Funny how he likes something he can never figure out. Muggles. I can't.
"Never mind. I'll go tell Hermione and Harry."
Ronald Weasly returned to that room of his for the second time that day, that week, that month.
He picked up his hand-me down quill and wrote:
Dear Hermione,
It's great to hear from you so soon! You can come as soon as you like.
I'll write Harry too.
I swear if you mention that stupid Krum again, I will..... Not threatening a girl, never mind.
I think you should get to your homework Hermione!
HA I SAID IT FIRST!!!!
Love,
Ron
The he folded up the parchment and put it in the corner of the desk. The he dipped his quill in ink and wrote:
Dear Harry,
Hermione is coming over this summer and I hoped you could too!!!
She was talking about the git in her letter to me. GOD I hate him.
Harry don't call me jealous, I'm not! I simply think he's the wrong guy for her! WRONG! I mean.... okay maybe I am jealous. It's just you know Hermione has changed a lot. She's developed some things I certainly wasn't looking for but found. You know she's drop dead gorgeous!!! A knock out! She's beautiful! But she's Hermione and she has a boy friend. I wish Krum didn't exist. I wish you and I were the only men in her life! I mean how much more can she handle? I mean a Weasly and a Potter? She needed a Krum too?
Well I'll talk to you soon. I'll send yours right way since you live farther and Pig's grown fatter.
Your friend,
Ron
Ron then quickly without thinking gave Pig Harry's letter and the family owl, Earl, Hermione's.
Pig left the house heading for Hermione's house. What can I say? He's a stupid bird.
Earl left to Harry's seeing Pig go the other way.
Ron decided to go do his after Hogwartz eating ritual. After all, homework can be saved
