Right, let's go outside then. We'll play Quidditch." Ron said ignoring his siblings.
"Ron, did I ever tell you about Krum and my library sessions?" Hermione asked, trying to clear things up.
But the thought of Krum and Hermione made Ron want to throw-up and start beating some serious Krum butt, so he said, "No, I think I was, well, I-don't-know-the-word, to care enough. I don't think I want to know, okay?"
"Fine, but it might explain things a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't want to know..." Hermione trailed off.
"Hermione..." Ron said sternly.
"You'll see, Ron. You'll see." Hermione said kissing him on the cheek yet again. Then she walked outside, shaking her head.
"Exactly how do you feel about that assumption, Ronald Weasly?" Fred asked holding up an imaginary microphone to Ron's mouth.
"Yes, Ronald. How exactly did you get her to kiss your filthy cheek?" Ginny asked, doing the exact same thing to Ron as Fred did and pushed Fred out of the way.
"When are you going to admit your feelings, exactly? I mean all of us here at the studios are waiting, Ronald. When?" George said, pushing the other two away and shoved the microphone into Ron's mouth saying, "Tisk, Tisk, Tisk. Before she gives up Ronniekins."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'give up'?" Ron asked holding George's arm.
"We mean, who knows if she likes you. You'll never know." Fred said, detaching Ron tightly gripped hand from George's arm.
"Ron, ever since you chose Fleur over her, ever since every girl's nose had to be dead center, ever since no girl you'd ever lay eyes on unless you were pitying her acne, ever since you told Hermione she'd never get a date unless it was 'let's make a deal and go as friends, ever since Hermione told you to not use her as a 'last resort'. And ever since you realized you were head over heels in love with your best friend since age eleven and didn't realize and basically screwed yourself over, we've known to not be a jerk, Ronald Weasly is. We know you like Hermione. We know that if Krum hadn't went to the Yule ball with Hermione, you'd still have your favorite figurine. Fred and George know how much you get turned on by Hermione half naked. Ron we know everything, and we think you need to apologize and admit it. Today. Now." Ginny said as she looked at Ron's astonished face.
"Um, how the...???"
"We assumed." Fred said.
"D'you know what it means to assume, dear twin brothers?" Ginny said linking their arms and staring back at Ron.
"It makes an ass..." George started.
"Out of you and me." Fred ended.
"You know, you had me fooled for a second. I was really scared you were going to push me and make me tell her." Ron said now realizing the mischievous glee in their faces. "NO. I will not. NO. Fred..." Ron said as Fred and George came pelting at him.
"We've no other choice." George said, throwing Ron over his shoulder and walking out the door. Fred followed and mocked him, pointed, and laughed in his face while they were walking.
"What took you so long?" Hermione said, doing donuts around their yard.
George turned around, so Ron could see her doing her loop de loops around the field. "Seems you're too late, Ron." George uttered to him.
Ron sighed. Krum, being the professional Quidditch player he was, must've taught her a thing or two about flying. He was too late. No cozy little together broomstick flying lessons.
"Well, we tried, eh, Fred?" Ginny said, as George threw Ron on the ground and each of them gave him a pat on the back once he stood up.
"I still have a chance." Ron said courageously.
"A chance of being lonely the rest of your life, yes. All because you couldn't realize you were a jerk, and to stop. This isn't our fault. It's yours." George said pitying Ron as Ron would an acne covered girl whom couldn't get a date with him.
"Pity. I was really rooting for you." Ginny said, going to get her broom.
Ginny's broom was a Speedmaster 100. Fred's was a Nimbus 2000, as was George's. Ron's broomstick was a Nimbus 2001. Harry had given it to him. Hermione's was the Firebolt Harry had left for a couple days because he'd be on the road.
"Well, let's pick captains." Ginny said, shaking her head at Ron.
"I think Fred and George should be." Hermione said with her utmost academic and proper education in thought.
They all agreed.
"We'll be odd teams, though." Ron said, knowing he'd be on the team of two.
"I can sit out. I'm not that good." Hermione said, blushing and lowering to the ground.
"No. You're good. Let's invent our own game. We'll call it Quidwoh. Quidditch without Harry!" George said. Fred said the same exact thing though.
It was like their brains were connected.
"You're freaky, you know that, you guys?" Ginny said looking around the yard for something they could use for balls.
"It can be all against all. A one for all." Hermione said knowingly.
"Good idea, Mione." Ron said, sucking up.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione said, blushing like a Weasly.
"It's like they're already married." George whispered to Fred.
Fred nodded.
"Ah ha!" Ginny said.
"What?" Fred said.
"We can use those 'dodge ball' thingies that uncle Red gave us." Ginny finally spotted something they could use.
"We'll throw them at each other. We'll all have to throw them at a certain person." Fred said.
"Let's go get them. Then we'll decide who we each have to hit." George said acting like a know-it-all.
Forge (AN: why don't we call them Gred?)went down to the degnoming garden they were all too familiar with. They grabbed a bag at the center of the garden. Then they carried it to the middle of their "field".
"There's ten balls. We each get two." Fred said.
"Age before beauty, Hermione and Ginny." George said. Admiring his brother, the both of them, they collapsed onto each others' shoulders and started saying, "We're so god damn beautiful. Oh, look at that nose! That nose is the nose of a model!"
"Guess, you better go first, twins." Hermione sneered.
"Oh, yeah." They snapped back to reality.
Hermione was satisfied.
"Well, Ron, you next." Fred said, realizing his turn out outside of reality, which was close to Hermione's, you know the procedure.
"Oh, yeah, right." Ron said as the twins shook their head.
"Girls." they all said, besides Ginny and Hermione.
The girls grabbed their dodge balls.
"Okay. They partners will be... Hermione you have to hit Ron. Ron you have to hit Hermione. Ginny you have to hit Fred. Fred you have to hit me. I have to hit Ginny. Alright, on my whoop, Whoop!" George screamed.
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"Ron, did I ever tell you about Krum and my library sessions?" Hermione asked, trying to clear things up.
But the thought of Krum and Hermione made Ron want to throw-up and start beating some serious Krum butt, so he said, "No, I think I was, well, I-don't-know-the-word, to care enough. I don't think I want to know, okay?"
"Fine, but it might explain things a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't want to know..." Hermione trailed off.
"Hermione..." Ron said sternly.
"You'll see, Ron. You'll see." Hermione said kissing him on the cheek yet again. Then she walked outside, shaking her head.
"Exactly how do you feel about that assumption, Ronald Weasly?" Fred asked holding up an imaginary microphone to Ron's mouth.
"Yes, Ronald. How exactly did you get her to kiss your filthy cheek?" Ginny asked, doing the exact same thing to Ron as Fred did and pushed Fred out of the way.
"When are you going to admit your feelings, exactly? I mean all of us here at the studios are waiting, Ronald. When?" George said, pushing the other two away and shoved the microphone into Ron's mouth saying, "Tisk, Tisk, Tisk. Before she gives up Ronniekins."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'give up'?" Ron asked holding George's arm.
"We mean, who knows if she likes you. You'll never know." Fred said, detaching Ron tightly gripped hand from George's arm.
"Ron, ever since you chose Fleur over her, ever since every girl's nose had to be dead center, ever since no girl you'd ever lay eyes on unless you were pitying her acne, ever since you told Hermione she'd never get a date unless it was 'let's make a deal and go as friends, ever since Hermione told you to not use her as a 'last resort'. And ever since you realized you were head over heels in love with your best friend since age eleven and didn't realize and basically screwed yourself over, we've known to not be a jerk, Ronald Weasly is. We know you like Hermione. We know that if Krum hadn't went to the Yule ball with Hermione, you'd still have your favorite figurine. Fred and George know how much you get turned on by Hermione half naked. Ron we know everything, and we think you need to apologize and admit it. Today. Now." Ginny said as she looked at Ron's astonished face.
"Um, how the...???"
"We assumed." Fred said.
"D'you know what it means to assume, dear twin brothers?" Ginny said linking their arms and staring back at Ron.
"It makes an ass..." George started.
"Out of you and me." Fred ended.
"You know, you had me fooled for a second. I was really scared you were going to push me and make me tell her." Ron said now realizing the mischievous glee in their faces. "NO. I will not. NO. Fred..." Ron said as Fred and George came pelting at him.
"We've no other choice." George said, throwing Ron over his shoulder and walking out the door. Fred followed and mocked him, pointed, and laughed in his face while they were walking.
"What took you so long?" Hermione said, doing donuts around their yard.
George turned around, so Ron could see her doing her loop de loops around the field. "Seems you're too late, Ron." George uttered to him.
Ron sighed. Krum, being the professional Quidditch player he was, must've taught her a thing or two about flying. He was too late. No cozy little together broomstick flying lessons.
"Well, we tried, eh, Fred?" Ginny said, as George threw Ron on the ground and each of them gave him a pat on the back once he stood up.
"I still have a chance." Ron said courageously.
"A chance of being lonely the rest of your life, yes. All because you couldn't realize you were a jerk, and to stop. This isn't our fault. It's yours." George said pitying Ron as Ron would an acne covered girl whom couldn't get a date with him.
"Pity. I was really rooting for you." Ginny said, going to get her broom.
Ginny's broom was a Speedmaster 100. Fred's was a Nimbus 2000, as was George's. Ron's broomstick was a Nimbus 2001. Harry had given it to him. Hermione's was the Firebolt Harry had left for a couple days because he'd be on the road.
"Well, let's pick captains." Ginny said, shaking her head at Ron.
"I think Fred and George should be." Hermione said with her utmost academic and proper education in thought.
They all agreed.
"We'll be odd teams, though." Ron said, knowing he'd be on the team of two.
"I can sit out. I'm not that good." Hermione said, blushing and lowering to the ground.
"No. You're good. Let's invent our own game. We'll call it Quidwoh. Quidditch without Harry!" George said. Fred said the same exact thing though.
It was like their brains were connected.
"You're freaky, you know that, you guys?" Ginny said looking around the yard for something they could use for balls.
"It can be all against all. A one for all." Hermione said knowingly.
"Good idea, Mione." Ron said, sucking up.
"Thank you, Ron." Hermione said, blushing like a Weasly.
"It's like they're already married." George whispered to Fred.
Fred nodded.
"Ah ha!" Ginny said.
"What?" Fred said.
"We can use those 'dodge ball' thingies that uncle Red gave us." Ginny finally spotted something they could use.
"We'll throw them at each other. We'll all have to throw them at a certain person." Fred said.
"Let's go get them. Then we'll decide who we each have to hit." George said acting like a know-it-all.
Forge (AN: why don't we call them Gred?)went down to the degnoming garden they were all too familiar with. They grabbed a bag at the center of the garden. Then they carried it to the middle of their "field".
"There's ten balls. We each get two." Fred said.
"Age before beauty, Hermione and Ginny." George said. Admiring his brother, the both of them, they collapsed onto each others' shoulders and started saying, "We're so god damn beautiful. Oh, look at that nose! That nose is the nose of a model!"
"Guess, you better go first, twins." Hermione sneered.
"Oh, yeah." They snapped back to reality.
Hermione was satisfied.
"Well, Ron, you next." Fred said, realizing his turn out outside of reality, which was close to Hermione's, you know the procedure.
"Oh, yeah, right." Ron said as the twins shook their head.
"Girls." they all said, besides Ginny and Hermione.
The girls grabbed their dodge balls.
"Okay. They partners will be... Hermione you have to hit Ron. Ron you have to hit Hermione. Ginny you have to hit Fred. Fred you have to hit me. I have to hit Ginny. Alright, on my whoop, Whoop!" George screamed.
Now you better review because this is your Christmas present. I like thank you cards. So review!!!! Understand? Otherwise, I don't know. But it'll be severe. I'll start writing H/H, NO NEVER. I WOULD NEVER BE THAT CRUEL!!
Besides, having Hermione basically date her brother is like frenching your sister or brother or cousin, so my point is REVIEW!!!!!!
