AN at end, k?

Ron was enjoying his few last minutes of his life, and Hermione hadn't been down from Ginny's room, yet.

The seating chart looked kind of like this:

Mr.Weasly
Percy Harry

______ Ron

George Fred

Mrs. Weasly


The blank spot was for Hermione, and everyone couldn't bring up the courage to ask if anyone knew where she was, and why she wasn't there, with them.

Hermione was upstairs in Ginny's room, deciding what to wear. Her hair was to go up, she was going to wear her knee high white boots, and white leather skirt. Then, there was the questionable shirt, it could make her look a lot different, so it was about the shirt. She finally decided on her spaghetti strap light blue (baby blue, almost) tank top.

She looked, well, since I don't know if slut is part of wizard vocabulary... No, she looked beautiful, and she looked tall. She bet herself that she'd at least be up to Ron's eyes.

So, she made her way down the stairs, carefully, of course. It was at the bottom steps, well, when, she fell flat on her face. It certainly made a noise, and it hurt, yes, it hurt like hell. Everyone's attention was turned to the stairs. It was not the GRAND OPENING, Hermione was hoping for.

"Herm, are you okay?" Hermione heard, a Percy like voice say.

"Er... Yeah." Hermione said rather, no fully embarrassed.

When Hermione finally got up, she took that moment to say, "OW!" ever so quietly.
She made her way to her seat, looking, I believe you call it, utterly, stupidly, amazingly red.

"Good Morning. Happy birthday, Percy." Hermione said trying to keep her cool.

"Percy? It's your birthday?" Harry asked Percy.

"Yeah, the big 2-o." Percy replied.
"Hermione, how did you know it was my birthday?"

"I... Never mind, it goes, in Hogwarts A History. Every prefect, every Head Boy/Girl. Tells the birth date and all."

"Oh. Okay. You want some Flappers? Hermione, are you okay?" Percy said.

"No, I'm not too hungry, I usually find it hard to eat during a trial." Hermione said looking her cinnamon eyes right into his blue ones.

Everyone sniggered at this, except Ron, Percy, and Mrs. Weasly. Plus of course Hermione. Ron went red. You know the average, as red as his hair. Then Percy talked, "What- What happened?"

"Oh, nothing. Eat your hash browns now, Percy." Mrs. Weasly said.

Soon, the time drew to nine a.m. Ron was very nervous, and met his mother in the living room, it was the only place their ghost couldn't go.

"Ronald Weasly, would you like to have time to explain yourself?" Mrs. Weasly asked.

"Oh, okay. See, Hermione and I got into a fight, I-..." Ron started and shook the idea of telling his mother about how perfect her er, 'some things' were "She came to apologize and give me my Chess set back, and we wanted to talk some more, so I asked her to read to me, I guess, we just fell asleep..."

"Explain your hands."

"Haven't you ever ,while you were sleeping, of course, ever once found your hands where they shouldn't be? Well, that's what happened, plus anyhow, Hermione has a boyfriend, I would never- do 'anything' with her. She's my best friend..." Ron was saying that, but did he really mean it? Of course he'd do something with Hermione, who wouldn't? Harry.

"Thank you, Ron. Go outside and play with your twin brothers and Harry."

It was now nine fifteen. Not even close to when Hermione had to come meet her doom, but time passed quickly at the Weaslys'.

"Hermione? I heard the story. It's okay, but you have a boyfriend, correct?" Mrs. Weasly asked, not actually wanting to punish Ron.

"Actually, we broke up. It was mutual; it's okay. But, we're just friends now, me and Krum." Hermione said not really caring.

"Oh, sorry dear, does Ron know?" Ron's mum asked.

"No."

"I guess no punishment then, oh well." she grinned.

"OK. Bye Mrs. Weasly." Hermione said getting up.

"Bye, dear," Mrs. Weasly said, and then turned to her husband after Hermione was out of earshot, " I'm afraid that'll be happening a lot, they both fancy each other, isn't it obvious?"



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