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Welcome Muggles Chapter 2
Harry and Ron woke up to Mrs. Weasleys humming and bustling around Ron's room. Ron picked his head up from his pillow with a dazed look on his face and said in a groggy voice, "Mum, what are you doing?"
Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ron. "I'm tdying up this messy room of yours because someone else won't do it if ask them to."
"Fine," said Ron and he laid his head back down and went back to sleep.
"Mrs. Weasley, how long are the Oshmans going to stay?"asked Harry.
Mrs. Weasley looked down at Harry's tall figure lying on the floor.
"Oh good morning Harry dear. Boris and his family will be staying tonight and leaving tomorrow. But they would probably stay longer if we are openly welcome to them. He's the only muggle relative I have you know," she ended with a smile.
"That's right, Ginny told me," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well rest up dear, it's still early," said Mrs. Weasley as she backed out of the room.
But Harry didn't go back to sleep. Mentioning Ginny got him thinking about her. If I only knew what was wrong, Harry thought savagely before, to his surprise, he fell back asleep.
***
Four hours later, Harry and Ron were sitting at the breakfast table already dressed and fully awake. Hermione and Ginny (who kept avoiding looking at Harry) were helping Mrs. Weasley serve breakfast which consisted of pancakes, toast, and sausage. As soon as everyone was seated at the table to start eating, Mr. Weasley immediately began discussing what was going to happen when the Oshman's arrive.
"Now all of you need to be on your best behavior while the muggles are here," he looked towards Fred and George, "and tend to their every need."
"Oh Arthur it's not like the King and Queen of England are coming to stay. Do you think I should clean the house again? And gracious I need to get started on what I'm going to make for dinner," Mrs. Weasley said automatically standing up.
Melanie, who had been picking at her food, suddenly looked up at Mr. Weasley.
"Mr. Wheezy what's their son's name?" she asked innocently.
"I think its Evan. And I expect all of you to treat him well. No experimenting on him Fred and George," said Mr. Weasley sending another stern look towards the pair of them.
"Why would we do anything like that?" asked George. "Sweet little angels don't pull tricks," said Fred in a lovingly way.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all snorted into their food.
Mr. Weasley got up and started for the stairs. "Well I'm going to go get ready to pick them up in the Ministry car I rented. That was great Molly. And kids," he made sure that Mrs. Weasley had turned herself towards the food still cooking and whispered, "beware Mum. She's in a state to get pretty scary."
***
While Mrs. Weasley was cleaning, everyone but Percy went up to the hill to play Quidditch. Ginny and Hermione sat beneath a tree surrounding the place to look up at them playing. Hermione had just been staring up at Harry get an apple past Ron who was playing keeper when she thought of something she had wanted to ask Ginny.
"Uh, Ginny," she began meekly, "is there something wrong with you and Harry?"
Ginny looked at Hermione with what again seemed to be fear in her eyes.
"Since you asked, yes, but."
Hermione watched as Ginny hung her head staring towards the ground looking like she wanted to cry.
"Ginny, wh-what is it?" asked Hermione.
"I, I can't tell you," Ginny said throught sobs.
Hermione looked up and noticed Harry and Ron watching them. Hermione looked back and asked, "Why not?"
Ginny looked up at Hermione through her tear strained eyes with a look of disbelief on her face.
"I just can't," she whispered.
At this Ginny got up and ran back towards the house leaving Hermione to stare at her pondering Ginny's peculiar behavior.
Ron flew down to stand next to Hermione.
"What happened? What did you say?" asked Ron.
"Apparently the wrong thing. There's something Ginny's keeping from us and I'm sure it has a lot to do with you Harry."
"I just wished she would tell me," Harry said more to himself than the others.
***
When 5 o'clock rolled around Ginny was still in her room and Hermione was washing up and changing. Ron thought to himself that she didn't need to. She was as beautiful as ever no matter if she hadn't taken a bath in days.
All the boys and Mrs. Weasley stood impatiently at the door for their arrival.
Finally at six minutes past five they heard talking outside the door.
"Oh, good, they're here! Someone go get Hermione and Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley urged.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"I'll get Ginny," said Ron seeing the look on Harry's face.
"Right," said Harry.
Harry and Ron made their way out of the room as Mrs. Weasley opened the door. "Oh, Boris it's been ages!" said Mrs. Weasley in a loud voice as she hugged her cousin.
"Molly, how are you? You haven't changed," said Mr. Oshman.
"Yes, well.," said Mrs. Weasley patting her hair.
"Let me introduce my wife to you. This is Phillipa, and our son Evan," he gestured towards his family. "Hi, oh very nice to meet you, it's going to be a pleasure having you here," said Mrs. Weasley shaking their hands.
"And are these your children?" asked Mrs. Oshman.
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Weasley, "this is Percy, Fred, George, and our daughter is upstairs with our son and our other 2 sons are working."
"Oh, will they be home soon?" asked Mrs. Oshman.
"No, our eldest son is in Egypt and the second oldest is in Romania," said Mrs. Weasley.
"You should be very proud. I only hope that our Evan will soon find a place to live as he's 19 already," said Mrs. Oshman patting her son's cheek.
"Well let's all go into the kitchen and have some tea before dinners served," said Mrs. Weasley leading them out of the living room.
***
Upstairs, Ron was trying to persuade Ginny to come downstairs from outside her room. She was hardly talking and the only answer she would give Ron is, "They can't see me like this. No!"
Meanwhile Harry went up to the bathroom to tell Hermione to hurry and he went downstairs as simple as that. Ron met Harry on the bottom step.
"I can't get Ginny to come out her room," said Ron.
"And Hermione's taking forever," said Harry and he wasn't surprised to see Ron smile.
"How long does it take for that girl to straighten her hair?' asked Ron as he laughed. "Well it seems like forever but the outcome of it looks good on her. I'm glad she found a way to keep her hair from getting too fluffy," said Harry as they walk towards the kitchen.
Harry was amazed at how much Mrs. Weasley looked like her 3rd cousin. He was a slightly balding man with light brown hair with a hint of red in it. He had blue eyes and wore khaki pants and a white and blue striped shirt. His wife was very pretty to Harry and she reminded him a little of his own mum. She was like a blonde Lily with brown eyes and a kind smile. Harry looked over at their son and saw that he was very handsome with dirty blonde hair, sapphire eyes, and he was slightly taller than Harry.
"Oh, Ron and Harry. Boris and Phillipa, this is my son Ron," Mrs. Weasley had gone over to put her hand on her son's shoulder, "and his best friend Harry." "Hi, nice to meet you," Ron and Harry said as they shook their hands.
"Sit down, sit down," said Mrs. Weasley to the 2 of them.
Harry sat down in a seat next to Fred and George and Ron sat next to Percy as Mr. Weasley (of course) started asking them questions.
***
Upstairs, Hermione was standing in front of a mirror using a battery powered muggle hair dryer and brush to straighten her hair. This had become accustomed to her and she didn't mind doing it everyday. Once she was done she applied very little makeup to her face and finally stepped out. She could hear talking coming from downstairs and she couldn't wait to meet the Oshmans. Hermione did one last mirror check. She only started doing this last year because she finally began to care about what she looked like and she had gotten sick of Pansy Parkinson's remarks. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen. The first person she saw was a boy. The most lovely boy she had ever seen. Their eyes met and he gave a little smile and she returned it. They had a bond between their eyes that they couldn't control. He was distracted by her beauty and the way she looked at him.
"Hermione you made it," said Mrs. Weasley. "Sorry I took so long getting ready," said Hermione tearing her eyes away from the boy. "This is my son, Ron's, other friend, Hermione." "Hello," said Hermione looking at Mr. and Mrs. Oshman.
She took a seat next to Harry at the end.
"Where's Ginny?" asked Mr. Weasley. "Oh, um, she, she's feeling sick. She said she'll be down tomorrow. She went to bed," lied Ron. "Oh maybe I should go check on her," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mum, she's asleep," said Ron. "Oh, alright," said Mrs. Weasley.
Dinner was fabulous. Mrs. Weasley had prepared a ham with sides like Yorkshire pudding, corn, potatoes, broccoli and cheese.
During dinner Ron saw that Hermione kept looking up to her right, smile, and then look back down. Ron, who was curious at who or what she was smiling at , waited for her to do it again. When she did it again, Ron looked down the table and saw that his cousin Evan was smiling back. Harry saw this too and also saw the look of pure fury mixed with jealousy cross Ron's face.
Uh, oh, Harry thought, Evan's flirting with Hermione. Harry couldn't blame Evan either. She did look pretty.
When dinner was over, Ron had had enough and as he got up he mumbled, "May I be excused," without waiting for an answer. Harry followed after him as Mrs. Weasley started clearing the plates with a swiff of her wand to entertain the Oshmans.
Harry went up to Ron's room and knew he was in there because he heard someone walking around the room and then heard a loud thump. Harry knocked.
"Come in," said Ron in a dull voice. "Hey I heard something just fall a little bit ago," said Harry. Ron looked at the floor in a corner and so did Harry.
A framed picture of Hermione had been thrown to the ground. The picture he kept on his bedside table and hid from her when he knew she was coming in. He had stolen it from Colin Creevey's dark room when he founf out that she had taken a picture for him.
"I can't believe her," said Ron in disgust, "my cousin, who's a muggle!" "Well she's part muggle too," said Harry trying to reason with him. "Not helping Harry," said Ron looking at him with a glare. "Oh, right, sorry." "You know you think she'd...." But Ron was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Go away!" Ron yelled. The door opened. "Ronniekins that's no way to talk to a girl!" said Melanie putting her little hands on her even smaller hips. "Melanie, go away!" said Ron again. "No!" Melanie slammed the door shut after she walked in.
"What do you want Mel?" asked Harry in a sweet voice while he knelt down in front of her. "Nothing. I just wanted to be with my Ickle Ronniekins," said Melanie looking sweetly over at Ron. "Yeah, well, Ickle Ronniekins doesn't want to be with you," said Ron as he put his own hands on his hips in a good imitation of Mel.
"Ickle Ronniekins," she whined pulling on his sleeve.
"Melanie, go, we're going to bed," lied Ron. "But it's early," said Melanie pointing out the window. "I did a lot today and me and Harry are really tired," said Ron pulling back his covers. Melanie gave him the kind of searching look that Hermione usually gave.
"Ok, goodnight Ronniekins and Harry, I'll see you tomorrow!" yelled Melanie as she closed the door.
Harry and Ron didn't go to bed though. Ron kept complaining about Hermione and continued on doing so well on into the night until Harry, who was sleepy and annoyed, interrupted Ron and told him it was getting late and they would have to get up early.
Later in the night Harry woke up to a crash.
"That stupid ghoul," Harry mumbled as he looked at his watch. It was 3:00 in the morning and Harry felt the urge to pee so he slowly got up and put on his glasses. Harry made his way to the bathroom after many bumps into the wall. On his way back though, he heard something as he passed up through the tall stairs. A faint moan was coming from Ginny's room with a little sob every now and then. Harry slowly opened her door a little bit and peeked inside. All the lights were off but there was a soft glow from the moon coming from Ginny's window.
And on the window sill staring up at that moon, was a thoroughly depressed Ginny.
Welcome Muggles Chapter 2
Harry and Ron woke up to Mrs. Weasleys humming and bustling around Ron's room. Ron picked his head up from his pillow with a dazed look on his face and said in a groggy voice, "Mum, what are you doing?"
Mrs. Weasley looked over at Ron. "I'm tdying up this messy room of yours because someone else won't do it if ask them to."
"Fine," said Ron and he laid his head back down and went back to sleep.
"Mrs. Weasley, how long are the Oshmans going to stay?"asked Harry.
Mrs. Weasley looked down at Harry's tall figure lying on the floor.
"Oh good morning Harry dear. Boris and his family will be staying tonight and leaving tomorrow. But they would probably stay longer if we are openly welcome to them. He's the only muggle relative I have you know," she ended with a smile.
"That's right, Ginny told me," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Well rest up dear, it's still early," said Mrs. Weasley as she backed out of the room.
But Harry didn't go back to sleep. Mentioning Ginny got him thinking about her. If I only knew what was wrong, Harry thought savagely before, to his surprise, he fell back asleep.
***
Four hours later, Harry and Ron were sitting at the breakfast table already dressed and fully awake. Hermione and Ginny (who kept avoiding looking at Harry) were helping Mrs. Weasley serve breakfast which consisted of pancakes, toast, and sausage. As soon as everyone was seated at the table to start eating, Mr. Weasley immediately began discussing what was going to happen when the Oshman's arrive.
"Now all of you need to be on your best behavior while the muggles are here," he looked towards Fred and George, "and tend to their every need."
"Oh Arthur it's not like the King and Queen of England are coming to stay. Do you think I should clean the house again? And gracious I need to get started on what I'm going to make for dinner," Mrs. Weasley said automatically standing up.
Melanie, who had been picking at her food, suddenly looked up at Mr. Weasley.
"Mr. Wheezy what's their son's name?" she asked innocently.
"I think its Evan. And I expect all of you to treat him well. No experimenting on him Fred and George," said Mr. Weasley sending another stern look towards the pair of them.
"Why would we do anything like that?" asked George. "Sweet little angels don't pull tricks," said Fred in a lovingly way.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all snorted into their food.
Mr. Weasley got up and started for the stairs. "Well I'm going to go get ready to pick them up in the Ministry car I rented. That was great Molly. And kids," he made sure that Mrs. Weasley had turned herself towards the food still cooking and whispered, "beware Mum. She's in a state to get pretty scary."
***
While Mrs. Weasley was cleaning, everyone but Percy went up to the hill to play Quidditch. Ginny and Hermione sat beneath a tree surrounding the place to look up at them playing. Hermione had just been staring up at Harry get an apple past Ron who was playing keeper when she thought of something she had wanted to ask Ginny.
"Uh, Ginny," she began meekly, "is there something wrong with you and Harry?"
Ginny looked at Hermione with what again seemed to be fear in her eyes.
"Since you asked, yes, but."
Hermione watched as Ginny hung her head staring towards the ground looking like she wanted to cry.
"Ginny, wh-what is it?" asked Hermione.
"I, I can't tell you," Ginny said throught sobs.
Hermione looked up and noticed Harry and Ron watching them. Hermione looked back and asked, "Why not?"
Ginny looked up at Hermione through her tear strained eyes with a look of disbelief on her face.
"I just can't," she whispered.
At this Ginny got up and ran back towards the house leaving Hermione to stare at her pondering Ginny's peculiar behavior.
Ron flew down to stand next to Hermione.
"What happened? What did you say?" asked Ron.
"Apparently the wrong thing. There's something Ginny's keeping from us and I'm sure it has a lot to do with you Harry."
"I just wished she would tell me," Harry said more to himself than the others.
***
When 5 o'clock rolled around Ginny was still in her room and Hermione was washing up and changing. Ron thought to himself that she didn't need to. She was as beautiful as ever no matter if she hadn't taken a bath in days.
All the boys and Mrs. Weasley stood impatiently at the door for their arrival.
Finally at six minutes past five they heard talking outside the door.
"Oh, good, they're here! Someone go get Hermione and Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley urged.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"I'll get Ginny," said Ron seeing the look on Harry's face.
"Right," said Harry.
Harry and Ron made their way out of the room as Mrs. Weasley opened the door. "Oh, Boris it's been ages!" said Mrs. Weasley in a loud voice as she hugged her cousin.
"Molly, how are you? You haven't changed," said Mr. Oshman.
"Yes, well.," said Mrs. Weasley patting her hair.
"Let me introduce my wife to you. This is Phillipa, and our son Evan," he gestured towards his family. "Hi, oh very nice to meet you, it's going to be a pleasure having you here," said Mrs. Weasley shaking their hands.
"And are these your children?" asked Mrs. Oshman.
"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Weasley, "this is Percy, Fred, George, and our daughter is upstairs with our son and our other 2 sons are working."
"Oh, will they be home soon?" asked Mrs. Oshman.
"No, our eldest son is in Egypt and the second oldest is in Romania," said Mrs. Weasley.
"You should be very proud. I only hope that our Evan will soon find a place to live as he's 19 already," said Mrs. Oshman patting her son's cheek.
"Well let's all go into the kitchen and have some tea before dinners served," said Mrs. Weasley leading them out of the living room.
***
Upstairs, Ron was trying to persuade Ginny to come downstairs from outside her room. She was hardly talking and the only answer she would give Ron is, "They can't see me like this. No!"
Meanwhile Harry went up to the bathroom to tell Hermione to hurry and he went downstairs as simple as that. Ron met Harry on the bottom step.
"I can't get Ginny to come out her room," said Ron.
"And Hermione's taking forever," said Harry and he wasn't surprised to see Ron smile.
"How long does it take for that girl to straighten her hair?' asked Ron as he laughed. "Well it seems like forever but the outcome of it looks good on her. I'm glad she found a way to keep her hair from getting too fluffy," said Harry as they walk towards the kitchen.
Harry was amazed at how much Mrs. Weasley looked like her 3rd cousin. He was a slightly balding man with light brown hair with a hint of red in it. He had blue eyes and wore khaki pants and a white and blue striped shirt. His wife was very pretty to Harry and she reminded him a little of his own mum. She was like a blonde Lily with brown eyes and a kind smile. Harry looked over at their son and saw that he was very handsome with dirty blonde hair, sapphire eyes, and he was slightly taller than Harry.
"Oh, Ron and Harry. Boris and Phillipa, this is my son Ron," Mrs. Weasley had gone over to put her hand on her son's shoulder, "and his best friend Harry." "Hi, nice to meet you," Ron and Harry said as they shook their hands.
"Sit down, sit down," said Mrs. Weasley to the 2 of them.
Harry sat down in a seat next to Fred and George and Ron sat next to Percy as Mr. Weasley (of course) started asking them questions.
***
Upstairs, Hermione was standing in front of a mirror using a battery powered muggle hair dryer and brush to straighten her hair. This had become accustomed to her and she didn't mind doing it everyday. Once she was done she applied very little makeup to her face and finally stepped out. She could hear talking coming from downstairs and she couldn't wait to meet the Oshmans. Hermione did one last mirror check. She only started doing this last year because she finally began to care about what she looked like and she had gotten sick of Pansy Parkinson's remarks. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen. The first person she saw was a boy. The most lovely boy she had ever seen. Their eyes met and he gave a little smile and she returned it. They had a bond between their eyes that they couldn't control. He was distracted by her beauty and the way she looked at him.
"Hermione you made it," said Mrs. Weasley. "Sorry I took so long getting ready," said Hermione tearing her eyes away from the boy. "This is my son, Ron's, other friend, Hermione." "Hello," said Hermione looking at Mr. and Mrs. Oshman.
She took a seat next to Harry at the end.
"Where's Ginny?" asked Mr. Weasley. "Oh, um, she, she's feeling sick. She said she'll be down tomorrow. She went to bed," lied Ron. "Oh maybe I should go check on her," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mum, she's asleep," said Ron. "Oh, alright," said Mrs. Weasley.
Dinner was fabulous. Mrs. Weasley had prepared a ham with sides like Yorkshire pudding, corn, potatoes, broccoli and cheese.
During dinner Ron saw that Hermione kept looking up to her right, smile, and then look back down. Ron, who was curious at who or what she was smiling at , waited for her to do it again. When she did it again, Ron looked down the table and saw that his cousin Evan was smiling back. Harry saw this too and also saw the look of pure fury mixed with jealousy cross Ron's face.
Uh, oh, Harry thought, Evan's flirting with Hermione. Harry couldn't blame Evan either. She did look pretty.
When dinner was over, Ron had had enough and as he got up he mumbled, "May I be excused," without waiting for an answer. Harry followed after him as Mrs. Weasley started clearing the plates with a swiff of her wand to entertain the Oshmans.
Harry went up to Ron's room and knew he was in there because he heard someone walking around the room and then heard a loud thump. Harry knocked.
"Come in," said Ron in a dull voice. "Hey I heard something just fall a little bit ago," said Harry. Ron looked at the floor in a corner and so did Harry.
A framed picture of Hermione had been thrown to the ground. The picture he kept on his bedside table and hid from her when he knew she was coming in. He had stolen it from Colin Creevey's dark room when he founf out that she had taken a picture for him.
"I can't believe her," said Ron in disgust, "my cousin, who's a muggle!" "Well she's part muggle too," said Harry trying to reason with him. "Not helping Harry," said Ron looking at him with a glare. "Oh, right, sorry." "You know you think she'd...." But Ron was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Go away!" Ron yelled. The door opened. "Ronniekins that's no way to talk to a girl!" said Melanie putting her little hands on her even smaller hips. "Melanie, go away!" said Ron again. "No!" Melanie slammed the door shut after she walked in.
"What do you want Mel?" asked Harry in a sweet voice while he knelt down in front of her. "Nothing. I just wanted to be with my Ickle Ronniekins," said Melanie looking sweetly over at Ron. "Yeah, well, Ickle Ronniekins doesn't want to be with you," said Ron as he put his own hands on his hips in a good imitation of Mel.
"Ickle Ronniekins," she whined pulling on his sleeve.
"Melanie, go, we're going to bed," lied Ron. "But it's early," said Melanie pointing out the window. "I did a lot today and me and Harry are really tired," said Ron pulling back his covers. Melanie gave him the kind of searching look that Hermione usually gave.
"Ok, goodnight Ronniekins and Harry, I'll see you tomorrow!" yelled Melanie as she closed the door.
Harry and Ron didn't go to bed though. Ron kept complaining about Hermione and continued on doing so well on into the night until Harry, who was sleepy and annoyed, interrupted Ron and told him it was getting late and they would have to get up early.
Later in the night Harry woke up to a crash.
"That stupid ghoul," Harry mumbled as he looked at his watch. It was 3:00 in the morning and Harry felt the urge to pee so he slowly got up and put on his glasses. Harry made his way to the bathroom after many bumps into the wall. On his way back though, he heard something as he passed up through the tall stairs. A faint moan was coming from Ginny's room with a little sob every now and then. Harry slowly opened her door a little bit and peeked inside. All the lights were off but there was a soft glow from the moon coming from Ginny's window.
And on the window sill staring up at that moon, was a thoroughly depressed Ginny.
