Chapter 13: Blowing His Butt Trumpet
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters but sadly I don't. They belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: This is the last chapter of Magic & Charms. I hope that you've enjoyed reading it. J My first fict is completed! *smiles* Thank you so much, people for actually reading my story. I'll be starting a new fict soon but I'm not sure what pairing I should do…. Please give your suggestions. By the way, please don't make me write D/Hr or S/Hr. Hermione belongs to Ron and only Ron! (Sorry, Lynn… But it's true!) This last chapter is dedicated to all of you who reviewed and read my fict and to a special friend of mine who is… well… somewhere rather depressing and I hope that he'll be okay…
"Tomorrow's going to be the happiest days of my life!" Ron said happily as he skipped down the stairs.
Then, he started wiggling his butt, doing some kind of weird dance.
"Oi, Ron!" Fred yelled. "If you don't stop that, I swear the house will fall apart."
"I happen to think that I have a very sexy butt," Ron said, jokingly.
When he reached the landing, he gave his butt a final shake before walking towards the table. Just before he sat down, he gave out a embarrassingly loud and smelly fart. The wonderful aroma of waffles was drowned by the stench of rotten eggs with a dash of owl poop.
Mr. Weasley and Ginny, who were sitting next to Ron, got up from the table and scrambled to the other end of the room. Fred and George cracked up and they desperately crawled away from Ron. He was lucky; Mrs. Weasley happened to be in the bathroom at that very second.
Mr. Weasley, who was covering his nose with the newspaper he was reading said, "It's alright, Ron. There's nothing to be shamed of. Come on, kids. He just farted, that's all. It's not like you guys don't do it, you know."
"But his fart smells like rotten eggs and owl poop!" Ginny wailed. "I think I'm going to die!"
She quickly covered her nose. Yes, the smell was that bad.
"I did not fart," Ron said hotly. "I merely blew my butt trumpet."
Hearing that, everyone burst out laughing.
"Blowing your butt trumpet!" George roared. "That's a new one!"
Ron, who looked like a very ripe tomato said nothing. He should have bought some of those Quagmire Quills!
"Is everyone here?" Mrs. Weasley said as she emerged from the toilet. "Merlin! Did someone die in here?"
"Ask him!" everyone said in unison, pointing to poor Ron.
"I- I… I bl- ," Ron stopped when he saw George whose face was about to explode with laughter again. Then he continued, "Oh alright. I farted."
"I see," Mrs. Weasley said. "Well, everyone does it. Everyone, back to the table. We leave in twenty!"
Everyone reluctantly returned to the table. Everyone except Ron ate. Everyone's appetite was killed by Ron's dangerous fume.
Ron grinned as he stepped out of Ollivander's. He was clutching a box that contained his brand new wand.
"Thanks mum," he said, turning to his mother.
"You're welcome,dear," Mrs. Weasley replied warmly. "Now, remember. If you need anything, go up to Leaky Cauldron, Dad and I will be there."
"Yes,mum," Ron said, cheerfully. "Bye!"
Before she could say anything else, Ron was already jogging down the lane. He had to hurry. He promised to meet Hermione at 11, in front of Flourish and Blotts and according to the clock in Ollivander's, it was already 10.55.
When he got to Flourish and Blotts, he was breathless. It was further than he actually expected. He stood awhile, panting.
"Hey, Ron," someone said.
Ron looked up and saw Hermione. She was wearing muggle clothing and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
"Hi," he said, suddenly feeling shy.
Both of them stared at each other, waiting for the other person to make the first move.
After a long silence, Ron said, "Um, let's go in!"
"Great!" she said, happily.
Ron opened the box and took out his new wand.
"Look at this, Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair."
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, as they entered the shop.
Both of them entered Flourish and Blotts.
"Welcome!" the manager greeted them. "What can I do for you?"
There was a box floating behind him.
"Yes, we're third years in Hog-," she began.
"Oh!" the manager said, his eyes widened and a wide grin spread on his face. "Wait her for awhile."
Then, the manager raced off.
"I wonder what that was all about," Ron said,puzzled. "He looked so happy."
"Hmm… Maybe he thinks you're sexy," Hermione teased.
Ron was rather taken back and he didn't know what to say. Luckily, the manager came to his rescue. He returned with the assistant.
"This is the man for the job," the manager said. Then he turned to the assistant and gave out a very scary and high pitched laugh.
The assistant shook his head and said, "May I help you?"
She said," We need Unfogging the Future, Intermediate Transfiguration, The Monster Books of Monsters -"
The assistant gave out a loud scream. Then, he drew a pair of very thick gloves, picked up a large,knobbly walking stick and proceeded towards a cage full of Monster Books.
"You only need one right?" the assistant asked, hopefully.
"Um, no," Ron replied. "We need two of those."
"Two!" the assistant exclaimed, tearfully. "Move back now. This could get ugly."
Ron and Hermione watched in amusement as the assistant battled with the books. He gave out a loud triumphant scream when he got one book out. He held the wriggling, biting book at arms length and he proceeded to Spellotape the whole book. He went round and round until the book was fully binded.
"Now, for the other one," he muttered.
The second book was a bit harder. When the assistant managed to grab it, it sank its teeth into the assistant's hand. Despite wearing very thick gloves, the assistant screamed in pain. Quickly, he lifted the knobbly walking stick and he started hitting the book with it. The book finally let go and the assistant binded it with Spellotape.
"Ah, finally," the manager said with a sigh of relief. "Now what other books do you need?"
Hermione told him all the books that they needed and soon, they had all their books. After paying, both of them stepped out of the shop. They blinked at the glaring sunlight.
"Where to next?" Ron asked.
"Um…" Hermione said, checking her list. "Let's go get our potion ingredients."
"Okay," Ron replied. "You lead the way."
Both of them headed to the Apothecary.
"You know what, Ron?" Hermione said, looking at him.
"What?" Ron answered.
"You've been on my mind all summer," she said.
Suddenly, her cheeks grew rosy red and she looked away. Ron's heart leaped. He couldn't believe it! Hermione's actually admitting it!
"Well, I was thinking of you all summer too," Ron said.
Suddenly he remembered the souvenir that he got for her. He fished out from his robes and said," Here, I got this for you. It's a souvenir from Egypt."
She took the little pyramid keychain and smiled.
"Thank you," she said, stopping.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, worried.
"Oh nothing," she said. "I want to give you something. But first you have to close your eyes."
Ron smiled and did what she said. He could feel Hermione put her hands on his shoulder and he felt something pleasantly warm brush against his cheek. His face began to burn.
"Ev-Everyone i-is h-here," he stammered. "Y-You w-wouldn't want anyone to see us, do you?"
He grabbed her hand and they ran to the Apothecary together.
"That was a lot of fun," Hermione said as they walked towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
"Blergh!" Ron cried. "The smell was disgusting. It smelt like rotten eggs and owl poop."
Hermione laughed. Ron remembered the morning incident and his ears turned pink.
"We're here!" Ron cried joyfully. "My hands are killing me!"
"Hey, you offered!" Hermione said as she slid into a chair.
"I know, I know," Ron said. "You just had to buy extra books. Three bags!"
Hermione didn't say anything, she was scanning the menu for something good to eat.
"I think I'm going to have my favourite, Swirling Chocoholic Surprise," Hermione said. "OR maybe Pizza Sprinkles."
"Maybe not," Hermione said again. "Pizza Sprinkles sounds disgusting. I'll stick to old Chocolate. What about you? What are you having?"
"Hmm…." Ron said, rubbing his chin. "Why don't we share a sundae? I've been dying to try out the new Quidditch Ice-Cream. There are all sorts of flavours in that. I'm sure you'll love it! Plus… It floats!"
"Really?" Hermione said, fascinated. "I wonder how they do it…."
"So do you want to split?" Ron asked, nervously. Maybe Hermione didn't want to after all.
"Yeah, sure!" she said with a smile.
"Can I have your orders?" a man asked on cue.
"Yeah, one of those Quidditch Ice-Cream Deluxe," Ron answered.
"Okay," he said, writing something a note-pad he held in his hand.
Ron smiled at Hermione again. Should I tell her that I think she's pretty? Should I?Oh what the heck!
"Hermione, you're very beautiful," Ron said. "I missed you so much."
Hermione blushed and said, "Thanks."
"One Quidditch Ice-Cream Deluxe for the happy couple," the man said with a wink. "I'm sorry but I only have a spoon. Do you mind sharing?"
Ron looked at Hermione and she nodded. So he replied, "It's okay. We'll share."
"Okay, then!" the man said.
"Um… So, do you want to have the first bite?" Ron asked, awkwardly.
"Sure," she said.
Ron lifted up the spoon and took a spoonful of the floating ice-cream, he had a little difficulty because the ice-cream kept moving around. When he finally got a spoonful, he leaned over and Hermione automatically opened her mouth. Ron put the spoon into her mouth.
"You're a pretty good feeder," she said, shy and flirtatiously at the same time.
"Uh, thanks," Ron said.
"My turn," she said as she took the spoon from him.
Soon, they were feeding each other and they didn't realize that they were both inching closer and closer every time they fed each other.
"Hahaha! You've got some on your nose," Ron said as he reached over. "There."
Hermione stared at him and he stared back. Their face inched closer and closer and soon their lips touched.
Finally, Ron thought, After a year of dreaming, my dream has finally come true.
Ron felt a jumble of emotions at the same time. There was happiness, love, sense of achievement and fear. Ron's eyes snapped open and he was surprised to see Hermione's eyes open too. Both of them pulled away at the same time.
"Ron- I," Hermione started.
"You what?"
"Well, I…. I'm not quite sure whether I'm ready for a relationship yet," she said. "I really really like you but I'm afraid of slacking in my studies. I hope you understand. I can't do this."
Ron smiled. He actually smiled.
"You know what, Hermione?" he said. "I was thinking about the same thing. I don't think I can do this. I'm not ready for commitment yet."
"Wow," Hermione said. "We wasted our time."
"No, we didn't!" Ron cried. "I still love you though."
"So do I," she said.
Ron was pretty confused. He didn't know what he was feeling. He was feeling happy, relieved and sad at the same time.
"You know what," Ron said. "Let's promise that if we still have feelings for each other in Year five or six, we'll get together then."
Hermione gave Ron a sly smile. "It's not like I can do anything right now, can I? You did steal my first kiss."
"O-oh…"Ron stammered. "I'm s-sorry!"
"It's okay…" Hermione said. "I was just kidding."
"Oh! "Ron said stupidly.
"And we have to promise not to tell Harry what has happened between us, okay?"
"Anything you say!" Ron said.
"Promise?" Hermione asked again.
"I promise," Ron said, smiling.
Then, Hermione fished out the keychain that Ron had given her and said, "Well, this will be out little reminder."
Then Hermione bent over and kissed Ron on his cheek. Ron, who was caught by surprise, was trying very hard not to look pleased.
"What was that for?" Ron said, confused.
"I just couldn't resist," Hermione said. "You're too cute."
"Well-" Ron started.
"Oh, there's Harry!" Hermione interrupted excitedly.
"Harry! HARRY!"
A/N: There you go… Chapter Thirteen…. Hope you enjoyed it. I certainly had fun writing it. Now that you've read it, please review!!
