Author's note is at the end!
Her landing was perfect, yeah, very. Hermione, happened to just want to get away from the, well, were they really men? She was doubtful.
When she came up from the water of Twin Lakes, the, uh, boys, were gaping. "What? I can't do a back flip? Sorry, but, when I am pushed around I'll do what I can to get away from the idgits annoying me. Self Defense, every woman needs it. It's for when she finds men like you Weaslys."
The twins backed away. "Sorry!" they said as if said out of their mouths 10,000,000 times before.
"Bloody Hell! You sure went in the air!" Ron said along with his favorite expression.
"Well, Ronald, you need to go high to land the flip. Common knowledge."
"Are you saying I don't have common sense?"
"Maybe."
"Now why would you do that, Hermione?" Ron asked tempted to go grab her and throw her, just like it was in all those romance movies.
"Because, it can be true sometimes you know!" She smiled flirtatiously. Her curls were forming again.
"Well, would it be that hard to keep your nose out of those books and tell me what you think sometimes?"
"No, I just think it's not really needed to be told. You aren't as bad as some people!"
"Was that a compliment I heard out of your mouth?"
Ron asked suddenly realizing she was complimenting him.
"Maybe."
"Oh, dear god! Here we go again." George said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione looked her wicked, killing eyes their way.
Just then Ron can up behind her and picked her up. He lifted her way above his head and said, " Hermione, who doesn't have common sense now? Who doesn't look out for diversions?"
"Ron Weasly put me down this instant! I mean now!" she screamed.
Ron as though he didn't really want to throw her as his intentions told him to do, put Hermione down.
Hermione turned around and said, "You are the one with no common sense." It was very big flirt festival in that water.
Then she swam up to the shore, stood up removed the wedgie her bottom had given her, smoothed her hair, and laid back down on her towel. Ron was watching her movements and suddenly felt that urge to go and kiss her. It was a normal one.
"You guys.... I swear." Fred said.
"Let's go sledding!" George acclaimed.
"Yes, well, since Hermione is so hot." Fred said looking Ron's way.
Ron looked at his brothers as they realized he was starring at her tanning. A very boring sport, unless you were Ron.
"Oh, shut up Fred!" Ron announced.
"Hello. We need snow to sled. Let's do some magic." George said.
"Agreed dear brother." Fred said.
"Dinivera Wintaro!" they shouted together as their wands appeared out of nowhere.
Hermione noticed the snow after about two minutes.
Fred and George were getting out of the water, and Ron was following, looking a bit preoccupied with Hermione.
She got up, wrapped her towel around her, and went spinning in between the blossomed apple trees near the lake. Arms outstretched.
Ron looked at all the snow that covered her hair. She looked like a snow queen. A winter princess.
Ron looked like a weird spectator, viewing everything as if her beauty was restricted.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" Ron said perpetuating the cycle, of her spinning.
"Haven't you ever heard of snow dancers?" she asked.
"No, can't say that I have!" he said joining her. Meanwhile Fred and George were making a sled out of tree branches and muck from the lake.
"Well, ever since I was little, I have watched the snow dancers. Beautiful women just making a circulating dance when it snowed, kind of like Mother Nature. It marked when it was finally winter. Kind of like wizardry. Except women made these wonderful seasons!" she said taking her and Ron into the five inch snow.
Then they separated about a foot away. They made snow angels with wide wings, it was with the only tool called their arms. They giggled wildly. Then Ron got up.
"You know what the only problem with making a snow angel is?" Hermione asked.
"No, what?" Ron retorted, nicely.
"They're never perfect. I mean there's always some footprint or hand print, or something." Hermione answered.
"Not when you do this." Ron pulled Hermione up, and her hand nor her foot pressed against her angel.
"Wow. They look great."
Fred and George were coming over seeing the romanticism of the scene over by the apple trees.
"Hey look, they're holding hands!" George said aloud pointing towards the angels. Actually, both Ron and Hermione plus the angels were holding hands.
"Yeah they are." Fred said elbowing Ron.
Ron and Hermione both blushed madly. They let go of each others hand.
"Ready to sled?" Fred asked.
"I know I am." George said.
"I think I'll go back to the house. I'm kind of cold."
Hermione said her lips turning blue.
"Now why would you do that? I mean I'm wearing a swimming suit too, and I'm still gonna sled!" George said.
"George? Are you wearing a bikini? A no legged swimming suit with a bra sort of thing?"
They were all embarrassed, except Hermione, that she mentioned bras.
"No." George answered.
"Hey, you guys know what a bra is, right? Something that-" Hermione started to say.
"Hermione, we know what a bra is, no need to give us a lecture on things that happen to a girl. All but our Ronnie here has seen at least one of these 'changes' they go through. We see it happen everywhere. Yes, no need for a lecture." Fred said.
"Fine Fred, but they aren't always 'changes'.
You guys need mental help. This is gonna be rough this whole summer with no one to talk to about girl things without Ginny here. Bet you guys haven't noticed the way Ginny's matured. Lot's of guys are attracted to her." Hermione said matter o' factually.
"God don't talk to us about our sister's maturity level. BAD PICTURE!" George freaked out.
"What do you need to say to our sister about 'girl things'? You can talk to us. Tell us what's going on. Just don't give us a lesson we already learned from our Mum." Fred said patting George on the back as if to say, 'Forget the picture. It was all just a big nightmare.'
"Oh, so you want me to tell you about my regularity on my period? About what bra size I am? About what is going on inside my PMS raging head?" Hermione asked.
"Ok, guess not. But hey you can talk to Ron about it. He's your best friend." George said.
Ron looked embarrassed for the 657th time that day. It was normal.
"I don't think I'll talk to anyone about it. I'll put it in my diary. So Ron you can stop blushing because I don't need any frigging men's advice!" and with that Hermione apparated.
"Okay, PMS has taken over our little brother's best friend's mind. Oh the evil curse. I always thought Hermione wouldn't sink to the PMS level. But I was deceived!" George cried.
"Just feel sorry for all the guys whom have to deal with that mess this summer." Fred said looking at his two brothers.
Ron looked queasy.
An: Hi all! Great to have you reading all the way to the end. To make sure you read this chapter I want you to leave a word int your reviews. Write the word scary. Oh, hey can you review? Please? Alright nighty night, I'm tired of writing about the curse of men. Hey sometimes they're a blessing. Good night. Hey can you review my story? Thanks. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Her landing was perfect, yeah, very. Hermione, happened to just want to get away from the, well, were they really men? She was doubtful.
When she came up from the water of Twin Lakes, the, uh, boys, were gaping. "What? I can't do a back flip? Sorry, but, when I am pushed around I'll do what I can to get away from the idgits annoying me. Self Defense, every woman needs it. It's for when she finds men like you Weaslys."
The twins backed away. "Sorry!" they said as if said out of their mouths 10,000,000 times before.
"Bloody Hell! You sure went in the air!" Ron said along with his favorite expression.
"Well, Ronald, you need to go high to land the flip. Common knowledge."
"Are you saying I don't have common sense?"
"Maybe."
"Now why would you do that, Hermione?" Ron asked tempted to go grab her and throw her, just like it was in all those romance movies.
"Because, it can be true sometimes you know!" She smiled flirtatiously. Her curls were forming again.
"Well, would it be that hard to keep your nose out of those books and tell me what you think sometimes?"
"No, I just think it's not really needed to be told. You aren't as bad as some people!"
"Was that a compliment I heard out of your mouth?"
Ron asked suddenly realizing she was complimenting him.
"Maybe."
"Oh, dear god! Here we go again." George said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione looked her wicked, killing eyes their way.
Just then Ron can up behind her and picked her up. He lifted her way above his head and said, " Hermione, who doesn't have common sense now? Who doesn't look out for diversions?"
"Ron Weasly put me down this instant! I mean now!" she screamed.
Ron as though he didn't really want to throw her as his intentions told him to do, put Hermione down.
Hermione turned around and said, "You are the one with no common sense." It was very big flirt festival in that water.
Then she swam up to the shore, stood up removed the wedgie her bottom had given her, smoothed her hair, and laid back down on her towel. Ron was watching her movements and suddenly felt that urge to go and kiss her. It was a normal one.
"You guys.... I swear." Fred said.
"Let's go sledding!" George acclaimed.
"Yes, well, since Hermione is so hot." Fred said looking Ron's way.
Ron looked at his brothers as they realized he was starring at her tanning. A very boring sport, unless you were Ron.
"Oh, shut up Fred!" Ron announced.
"Hello. We need snow to sled. Let's do some magic." George said.
"Agreed dear brother." Fred said.
"Dinivera Wintaro!" they shouted together as their wands appeared out of nowhere.
Hermione noticed the snow after about two minutes.
Fred and George were getting out of the water, and Ron was following, looking a bit preoccupied with Hermione.
She got up, wrapped her towel around her, and went spinning in between the blossomed apple trees near the lake. Arms outstretched.
Ron looked at all the snow that covered her hair. She looked like a snow queen. A winter princess.
Ron looked like a weird spectator, viewing everything as if her beauty was restricted.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" Ron said perpetuating the cycle, of her spinning.
"Haven't you ever heard of snow dancers?" she asked.
"No, can't say that I have!" he said joining her. Meanwhile Fred and George were making a sled out of tree branches and muck from the lake.
"Well, ever since I was little, I have watched the snow dancers. Beautiful women just making a circulating dance when it snowed, kind of like Mother Nature. It marked when it was finally winter. Kind of like wizardry. Except women made these wonderful seasons!" she said taking her and Ron into the five inch snow.
Then they separated about a foot away. They made snow angels with wide wings, it was with the only tool called their arms. They giggled wildly. Then Ron got up.
"You know what the only problem with making a snow angel is?" Hermione asked.
"No, what?" Ron retorted, nicely.
"They're never perfect. I mean there's always some footprint or hand print, or something." Hermione answered.
"Not when you do this." Ron pulled Hermione up, and her hand nor her foot pressed against her angel.
"Wow. They look great."
Fred and George were coming over seeing the romanticism of the scene over by the apple trees.
"Hey look, they're holding hands!" George said aloud pointing towards the angels. Actually, both Ron and Hermione plus the angels were holding hands.
"Yeah they are." Fred said elbowing Ron.
Ron and Hermione both blushed madly. They let go of each others hand.
"Ready to sled?" Fred asked.
"I know I am." George said.
"I think I'll go back to the house. I'm kind of cold."
Hermione said her lips turning blue.
"Now why would you do that? I mean I'm wearing a swimming suit too, and I'm still gonna sled!" George said.
"George? Are you wearing a bikini? A no legged swimming suit with a bra sort of thing?"
They were all embarrassed, except Hermione, that she mentioned bras.
"No." George answered.
"Hey, you guys know what a bra is, right? Something that-" Hermione started to say.
"Hermione, we know what a bra is, no need to give us a lecture on things that happen to a girl. All but our Ronnie here has seen at least one of these 'changes' they go through. We see it happen everywhere. Yes, no need for a lecture." Fred said.
"Fine Fred, but they aren't always 'changes'.
You guys need mental help. This is gonna be rough this whole summer with no one to talk to about girl things without Ginny here. Bet you guys haven't noticed the way Ginny's matured. Lot's of guys are attracted to her." Hermione said matter o' factually.
"God don't talk to us about our sister's maturity level. BAD PICTURE!" George freaked out.
"What do you need to say to our sister about 'girl things'? You can talk to us. Tell us what's going on. Just don't give us a lesson we already learned from our Mum." Fred said patting George on the back as if to say, 'Forget the picture. It was all just a big nightmare.'
"Oh, so you want me to tell you about my regularity on my period? About what bra size I am? About what is going on inside my PMS raging head?" Hermione asked.
"Ok, guess not. But hey you can talk to Ron about it. He's your best friend." George said.
Ron looked embarrassed for the 657th time that day. It was normal.
"I don't think I'll talk to anyone about it. I'll put it in my diary. So Ron you can stop blushing because I don't need any frigging men's advice!" and with that Hermione apparated.
"Okay, PMS has taken over our little brother's best friend's mind. Oh the evil curse. I always thought Hermione wouldn't sink to the PMS level. But I was deceived!" George cried.
"Just feel sorry for all the guys whom have to deal with that mess this summer." Fred said looking at his two brothers.
Ron looked queasy.
An: Hi all! Great to have you reading all the way to the end. To make sure you read this chapter I want you to leave a word int your reviews. Write the word scary. Oh, hey can you review? Please? Alright nighty night, I'm tired of writing about the curse of men. Hey sometimes they're a blessing. Good night. Hey can you review my story? Thanks. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
