Chapter 2: Good Times At The Burrow
A/N Woo hoo!! It's the burrow I love the burrow! Yeah, Ron's house go Ron! Woooo had too much sugary lemonade! Hyper Hyper! Well Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please R/R!! thanks!
"Harry!" squealed Hermione hearing the noise she came in and hugged him. "How are you? I Just arrived here about an hour ago. Ron is upstairs giving Pig his Owl Tonic. Ron said he didn't look so good after he delivered your letter. So, I went-,"she broke off and stared at Harry. "Is Something wrong, Harry? You look like you have been crying," she said looking concerned.
"Oh, er…" Harry didn't realize his eyes were still bloodshot from crying over Sirius. "It's nothing…"
"Are you sure? You know, Harry you can tell Ron and I anything. We are here for you…is it…is it…S-Sirius?" she finished in a whisper looking very concerned, but sympathetic.
"I…I was just thinking about him. When I was packing, and how that was the last time I had to spend a summer at the Dursleys' since…since Sirius left me his house…in his will" Harry finished barely getting the words out it was like he was choking on something. Hermione opened her mouth in a concerned fashion, but just as she was about to say something Ron came bounding down the stairs at the sight of Harry.
"HARRY!" Ron exclaimed clapping Harry on the shoulder and forcing him into a seat. "How are you, mate? Haven't seen yah in ages."
"Ron," Hermione hissed nudging him in the ribs and nodding towards Harry. Ron, being the one not able to take subtle hints stared at her, confused in mild curiosity. Then he looked at Harry, back at Hermione, and kept on looking from one to the other. Until…
"Harry? You look like… you look like you've been….crying," Ron gasped and put is hand over his mouth. Hermione on the other hand rolled her eyes at the ceiling and wore a face that said Finally-How-Long-Does-It-Take-Him-To-Take-A-Hint. Ron put is hand down and stared at Harry. "Is…Is….Is it because of… Sirius?" Ron said looking very concerned and sympathetic just how Hermione did. Harry just nodded not wanting to pursue the subject anymore. Hermione was the one who straightaway got the hint and opened her mouth to talk.
"Hey, how about we go outside and play quidditch… or wait I… I don't have the slightest clue how to play… well… erm maybe…I'll just watch or referee… or something," she looked desperately at Ron after her very obvious attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, Harry why don't you get your fir-," Ron broke off. He knew Sirius had given Harry his Firebolt. "G-Get your broom, Harry, get your broom!" They played quidditch until dinner, Hermione refereeing. Fred, George, Harry, and Ron on a team against Bill, Charlie, and Percy. They didn't have enough people to play seven on seven. Fred and George had taken time off from their joke shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, to spend some time at home. They left their best friend, Lee Jordan, in charge while they were away. After the quidditch game Ron pulled Harry away from everyone else to talk to him in private.
"Harry…I was just…er, wondering about… what I should do…" Ron said turning scarlet and looking at the ground while he spoke. He looked up to see Harry's reaction. Not having the slightest clue about what Ron was saying, Harry stared quizzically at him. "I mean…about Hermione," he finished, barely over a whisper, now blushing even harder.
"Oh!" Harry said, now comprehending what Ron was talking about. "Well mate, I think you should just go for it; ask her out I mean. She's bound to yes."
"You think?" Ron began, looking uncertain. "I mean with Viktor Krum and all. He's an international quidditch player! How am I suppose to compete with that! I mean-"
"Ron," Harry cut in, "Viktor Krum? Please, that stupid git isn't going to be any competition for you. I'll bet anything Hermione is over him!"
"Really, you think Hermione is over him?" Ron asked incredulously. Harry nodded reassuringly. "Well, I still don't know, I mean I have to know for sure whether she is really over him, I mean I don't think she is," he finished.
"Ok," Harry replied. Then he and Harry went back into the house.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed drawing him into a tight hug. "How are you? My, you have grown a bit since I last saw you!"
"I am doing great, Mrs. Weasley, thank you," Harry said smiling broadly.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny said brightly walking down the stairs smiling at him.
"Hi Ginny, how are you doing?" Harry asked as they sat down at the table waiting for their dinner to arrive.
"Oh, I'm doing fine," she said. Then the she added in an undertone, "You know, occasionally snogging with Dean in the closet." Harry grinned at this. Ginny winked at him.
"VIRGINIA GRACE WEASLEY!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley as she came striding in the room with the dinner plates and such. "There…There will be no talk of this… snogging at the dinner table and that's final!" she said sternly.
"Ugh…Dean and Ginny? No way!" Ron said looking utterly revolted at the very idea and staring at Ginny in his overprotective glare. Ginny scowled at him and turned back to her mother.
"Mum, I was only joking, I don't really snog with Dean! In fact," she added glaring at Ron this time, "if you have to know I broke up with him ages ago!" Ron smiled matter-of-factly at this and started eating his dinner.
"Who's the next candidate?" Fred joked.
"Not anyone at the moment," she replied smugly. Ron shot a surreptitious look at Harry and continued eating his buttered rolls.
"Well I think we should direct the conversation away from Ginny's social life," Percy said clearing his throat importantly, "I, for one have been assigned a very big job from the Minister for Magic, but it's also top secret so, I rather not say…"
"Well maybe, we should direct the conversation so that everyone is aloud to participate in it, and you don't have to be a show-offing git," said George coldly. Percy threw George a very dirty look and opened his mouth to speak again. Mr. Weasley cut him off though.
"Now George, I don't want you giving Percy the cold-shoulder anymore," he said firmly, "he is apart of hour family."
"But, dad-"
"I know he…well…we had sort of a family row, but we welcomed him back in, when he said his apologies, and he is apart of our family, forever! You should except him as the blood-brother he is!" Mr. Weasley finished boldly. Everyone around the table went quite. The rest of the dinner went in an awkward fashion. After dinner was over. Harry and Hermione went up to Ron's room to wait for him to bring in the quidditch equipment they left outside.
"Um…Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Yes?"
"I… I… have to confess something," she began awkwardly blushing a deeper shade of crimson at every word she said and looking at the floor. Harry said nothing, but just sat there and listened to her. "I sort of… f-fancy someone… but I am almost positive that this person doesn't like me. What do you think I should do?
Harry smiled knowingly and said, "Well Hermione, I can't help you if you don't tell me who it is you fancy."
"You can't tell anyone though! Th-the person," she began timidly, biting her lip, "is…Ron"
"Ron?" Harry repeated in a mock tone of curiosity. He smiled even wider. "Well, I wouldn't make the prediction that he doesn't like you, just yet," Harry said. Hermione looked up and her eyes widened.
"D-Did he… say something to you?" Hermione asked, great interest lingering in each and everyone of the words she said
"Oh, I don't know," Harry said, vaguely. "I usually don't go blabbing everyone of my best friend's secrets out to the world. I mean, then he wouldn't tell me anything, wouldn't count me as trustworthy."
"Oh, come on Harry!" Hermione pressed on. "Please I really got to know if he said anything! You understand how it is, I mean well-" she stopped and looked at the door which was opening to reveal Ron coming in with his quidditch equipment under his arm.
"Hey guys, mum says lights out in 30 minutes… yeah I know we are 17 and all, but well it's just what mum says," he said looking at the both of them.
"Well, I think I better go to Ginny's room… 'night" Hermione said abruptly walking towards the door.
"Goodnight," Ron and Harry said in unison. Ron looked at Harry suspiciously as he got into bed.
"You, have to ask her out, Ron," Harry replied as if reading his mind.
"Did you guys talk about…? What did you guys talk about?" Ron inquired.
"Can't say, mate," Harry said flatly. "All I can do to give you a clue is to say that she is well over Vicky"
"Krum? You can't be serious. How can she be over Viktor Krum, the international quidditch player?"
"As I have said again and there again wasn't anything going on between them," Harry replied calmly. 'Why was Ron so slow to take in hints?' Ron nodded gratefully and turned off the light. They both fell asleep in a second. The next weeks at the Burrow flew by much to Harry's disliking. Ron still hadn't expressed his feelings to Hermione and she was getting very anxious. One morning on the day before term started she cornered Harry yet again.
"I am starting to feel that he doesn't like me in the same way I like him, Harry, it's obvious!" she said frantically. "He doesn't show it all and if he did I am sure he would've asked me out by now!"
"Hermione, calm down he is probably just nervous or something," Harry replied quietly. "You know Ron, he gets really nervous over this sort of thing. Just look at what happened with Fleur Delacour."
"Don't remind me of her," Hermione said coldly. "Hmph! She with her… her part veela! Ugh, she makes me so mad!" Harry just grinned at Hermione's jealousy. If only Ron knew…
"Hermione, just be patient he'll come around, I know he will," Harry said reassuringly.
"Ok if… if you say so, Harry"
A/N Awe…How cute? Hehehehe, Hermione is jealous! Please Review!
A/N Woo hoo!! It's the burrow I love the burrow! Yeah, Ron's house go Ron! Woooo had too much sugary lemonade! Hyper Hyper! Well Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please R/R!! thanks!
"Harry!" squealed Hermione hearing the noise she came in and hugged him. "How are you? I Just arrived here about an hour ago. Ron is upstairs giving Pig his Owl Tonic. Ron said he didn't look so good after he delivered your letter. So, I went-,"she broke off and stared at Harry. "Is Something wrong, Harry? You look like you have been crying," she said looking concerned.
"Oh, er…" Harry didn't realize his eyes were still bloodshot from crying over Sirius. "It's nothing…"
"Are you sure? You know, Harry you can tell Ron and I anything. We are here for you…is it…is it…S-Sirius?" she finished in a whisper looking very concerned, but sympathetic.
"I…I was just thinking about him. When I was packing, and how that was the last time I had to spend a summer at the Dursleys' since…since Sirius left me his house…in his will" Harry finished barely getting the words out it was like he was choking on something. Hermione opened her mouth in a concerned fashion, but just as she was about to say something Ron came bounding down the stairs at the sight of Harry.
"HARRY!" Ron exclaimed clapping Harry on the shoulder and forcing him into a seat. "How are you, mate? Haven't seen yah in ages."
"Ron," Hermione hissed nudging him in the ribs and nodding towards Harry. Ron, being the one not able to take subtle hints stared at her, confused in mild curiosity. Then he looked at Harry, back at Hermione, and kept on looking from one to the other. Until…
"Harry? You look like… you look like you've been….crying," Ron gasped and put is hand over his mouth. Hermione on the other hand rolled her eyes at the ceiling and wore a face that said Finally-How-Long-Does-It-Take-Him-To-Take-A-Hint. Ron put is hand down and stared at Harry. "Is…Is….Is it because of… Sirius?" Ron said looking very concerned and sympathetic just how Hermione did. Harry just nodded not wanting to pursue the subject anymore. Hermione was the one who straightaway got the hint and opened her mouth to talk.
"Hey, how about we go outside and play quidditch… or wait I… I don't have the slightest clue how to play… well… erm maybe…I'll just watch or referee… or something," she looked desperately at Ron after her very obvious attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, Harry why don't you get your fir-," Ron broke off. He knew Sirius had given Harry his Firebolt. "G-Get your broom, Harry, get your broom!" They played quidditch until dinner, Hermione refereeing. Fred, George, Harry, and Ron on a team against Bill, Charlie, and Percy. They didn't have enough people to play seven on seven. Fred and George had taken time off from their joke shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, to spend some time at home. They left their best friend, Lee Jordan, in charge while they were away. After the quidditch game Ron pulled Harry away from everyone else to talk to him in private.
"Harry…I was just…er, wondering about… what I should do…" Ron said turning scarlet and looking at the ground while he spoke. He looked up to see Harry's reaction. Not having the slightest clue about what Ron was saying, Harry stared quizzically at him. "I mean…about Hermione," he finished, barely over a whisper, now blushing even harder.
"Oh!" Harry said, now comprehending what Ron was talking about. "Well mate, I think you should just go for it; ask her out I mean. She's bound to yes."
"You think?" Ron began, looking uncertain. "I mean with Viktor Krum and all. He's an international quidditch player! How am I suppose to compete with that! I mean-"
"Ron," Harry cut in, "Viktor Krum? Please, that stupid git isn't going to be any competition for you. I'll bet anything Hermione is over him!"
"Really, you think Hermione is over him?" Ron asked incredulously. Harry nodded reassuringly. "Well, I still don't know, I mean I have to know for sure whether she is really over him, I mean I don't think she is," he finished.
"Ok," Harry replied. Then he and Harry went back into the house.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed drawing him into a tight hug. "How are you? My, you have grown a bit since I last saw you!"
"I am doing great, Mrs. Weasley, thank you," Harry said smiling broadly.
"Hi, Harry," Ginny said brightly walking down the stairs smiling at him.
"Hi Ginny, how are you doing?" Harry asked as they sat down at the table waiting for their dinner to arrive.
"Oh, I'm doing fine," she said. Then the she added in an undertone, "You know, occasionally snogging with Dean in the closet." Harry grinned at this. Ginny winked at him.
"VIRGINIA GRACE WEASLEY!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley as she came striding in the room with the dinner plates and such. "There…There will be no talk of this… snogging at the dinner table and that's final!" she said sternly.
"Ugh…Dean and Ginny? No way!" Ron said looking utterly revolted at the very idea and staring at Ginny in his overprotective glare. Ginny scowled at him and turned back to her mother.
"Mum, I was only joking, I don't really snog with Dean! In fact," she added glaring at Ron this time, "if you have to know I broke up with him ages ago!" Ron smiled matter-of-factly at this and started eating his dinner.
"Who's the next candidate?" Fred joked.
"Not anyone at the moment," she replied smugly. Ron shot a surreptitious look at Harry and continued eating his buttered rolls.
"Well I think we should direct the conversation away from Ginny's social life," Percy said clearing his throat importantly, "I, for one have been assigned a very big job from the Minister for Magic, but it's also top secret so, I rather not say…"
"Well maybe, we should direct the conversation so that everyone is aloud to participate in it, and you don't have to be a show-offing git," said George coldly. Percy threw George a very dirty look and opened his mouth to speak again. Mr. Weasley cut him off though.
"Now George, I don't want you giving Percy the cold-shoulder anymore," he said firmly, "he is apart of hour family."
"But, dad-"
"I know he…well…we had sort of a family row, but we welcomed him back in, when he said his apologies, and he is apart of our family, forever! You should except him as the blood-brother he is!" Mr. Weasley finished boldly. Everyone around the table went quite. The rest of the dinner went in an awkward fashion. After dinner was over. Harry and Hermione went up to Ron's room to wait for him to bring in the quidditch equipment they left outside.
"Um…Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Yes?"
"I… I… have to confess something," she began awkwardly blushing a deeper shade of crimson at every word she said and looking at the floor. Harry said nothing, but just sat there and listened to her. "I sort of… f-fancy someone… but I am almost positive that this person doesn't like me. What do you think I should do?
Harry smiled knowingly and said, "Well Hermione, I can't help you if you don't tell me who it is you fancy."
"You can't tell anyone though! Th-the person," she began timidly, biting her lip, "is…Ron"
"Ron?" Harry repeated in a mock tone of curiosity. He smiled even wider. "Well, I wouldn't make the prediction that he doesn't like you, just yet," Harry said. Hermione looked up and her eyes widened.
"D-Did he… say something to you?" Hermione asked, great interest lingering in each and everyone of the words she said
"Oh, I don't know," Harry said, vaguely. "I usually don't go blabbing everyone of my best friend's secrets out to the world. I mean, then he wouldn't tell me anything, wouldn't count me as trustworthy."
"Oh, come on Harry!" Hermione pressed on. "Please I really got to know if he said anything! You understand how it is, I mean well-" she stopped and looked at the door which was opening to reveal Ron coming in with his quidditch equipment under his arm.
"Hey guys, mum says lights out in 30 minutes… yeah I know we are 17 and all, but well it's just what mum says," he said looking at the both of them.
"Well, I think I better go to Ginny's room… 'night" Hermione said abruptly walking towards the door.
"Goodnight," Ron and Harry said in unison. Ron looked at Harry suspiciously as he got into bed.
"You, have to ask her out, Ron," Harry replied as if reading his mind.
"Did you guys talk about…? What did you guys talk about?" Ron inquired.
"Can't say, mate," Harry said flatly. "All I can do to give you a clue is to say that she is well over Vicky"
"Krum? You can't be serious. How can she be over Viktor Krum, the international quidditch player?"
"As I have said again and there again wasn't anything going on between them," Harry replied calmly. 'Why was Ron so slow to take in hints?' Ron nodded gratefully and turned off the light. They both fell asleep in a second. The next weeks at the Burrow flew by much to Harry's disliking. Ron still hadn't expressed his feelings to Hermione and she was getting very anxious. One morning on the day before term started she cornered Harry yet again.
"I am starting to feel that he doesn't like me in the same way I like him, Harry, it's obvious!" she said frantically. "He doesn't show it all and if he did I am sure he would've asked me out by now!"
"Hermione, calm down he is probably just nervous or something," Harry replied quietly. "You know Ron, he gets really nervous over this sort of thing. Just look at what happened with Fleur Delacour."
"Don't remind me of her," Hermione said coldly. "Hmph! She with her… her part veela! Ugh, she makes me so mad!" Harry just grinned at Hermione's jealousy. If only Ron knew…
"Hermione, just be patient he'll come around, I know he will," Harry said reassuringly.
"Ok if… if you say so, Harry"
A/N Awe…How cute? Hehehehe, Hermione is jealous! Please Review!