Hi everyone. Chapter Nine coming your way. Thanks for reviewing and make
sure you review this one too please. Thanks.
I'm on holiday a the moment which has meant I can update this pretty regularly, but I'll be back at school on Wednesday and so I don't know what chance I'll get to update so they'll slow down. I'll try as hard as I can though!!! Sorry!!
Chapter Nine
The burrow party chatted late until the night. There was so much to say, and so much to hear. Obviously, everyone was desperate to hear of how Ron and Hermione got together. Ron, believing himself to be a master storyteller began to relate the story.
"So I saw Hermione being chatted up by this really awful bloke- named Viktor, um. Vince Krug."
Ron noticed Harry raise an eyebrow at him. Damn. It was rather more difficult to get a slip up like that past your best friend. Particularly when your best friend was Harry Potter. He only hoped Hermione hadn't noticed.
"Vince Krug ,Ron?" Harry asked. "Have I met him before? His name rings a bell."
"No." Ron said firmly. He looked at Harry in a way which he hoped screamed, "shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!"
"So I knew this Krug bloke was trouble, so I stepped in, removed him."
"Oh Ron, you hero!!!" squealed Harry in a high pitched voice.
Ron looked at Hermione. "So I told Hermione that I was in lo. that I liked her. And the rest, as you say, is history."
Having finished the story Ron breathed out a long sigh of relief. That had been more difficult than he had expected!!!
Hermione found herself content to sit and watch the Weasleys. Being here, "with" Ron, made her feel more close to them than she ever had before. It seemed strange to think that in the end she and Ron were only pretending, and that the day would come when Ron would bring a girl home who would end up being his wife, and a real part of all this.
Hermione found this thought oddly unsettling. The idea of Ron marrying someone else made her feel very strange indeed, like an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She turned to look at Ron from her seat on his lap, and he grinned at her. She turned back again and tried to push the thought to the back of her mind.
She couldn't quite work out if what troubled her was not being a part of the Weasley family, (Being Ron's best friend had ensured this for years) or whether it was to do with, well, with Ron. She brushed that thought aside also.
"Mione, Mione" she snapped back from her thoughts as Ron spoke to her gently.
"Huh?" she noticed Percy and Penelope carrying their sleeping children upstairs in their arms. Ginny mouthed "Goodnight" to her as she and Harry followed suit.
Ron turned to Molly. "Mum, Hermione looks exhausted. I think we better go too."
"Of course." Molly agreed, watching Hermione stifle a yawn. "It's late." She turned to Hermione, "Goodnight sweetheart," she said, kissing her on the cheek. "And you Ron dear," kissing him.
"Come on sleepy head," Ron whispered to Hermione, pushing her up the stairs. "Get off!" she laughed, and they continued to bicker.
The easy and familiar atmosphere changed dramatically as they reached Ron's room. Molly had put bunched of flowers in ornate vases around the room, changing Ron's room from a young boy's room to one intended for two - intended for Ron and Hermione.
As they dropped their bags on the bed, conversation became stilted.
"Do you want to change in the bathroom , Mione?" Ron asked politely.
As Hermione left Ron began to change. He decided the best thing would be to put on as many clothes as possible, so Hermione didn't think he thought their pretence meant that he would..not that she would think that, it was just....
Ron sat down on his bed. The way he and Hermione were behaving seemed to come so easily. He was finding it hard to differentiate between times he was acting and times he was not. If he was acting at all.
He pulled on long pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved top underneath his Chudley Cannons T- Shirt. He left his socks on for good measure. Surely this wouldn't give the wrong impression, particularly since it was a warm evening. He was debating with himself whether he should put on a jumper when Hermione knocked on the door.
"Ron, can I come in?"
"Yep, I'm decent!"
As she walked in she smiled. Ron looked at her. She was wearing oversized pyjama bottoms and a blue jumper. Ron wasn't sure whether to laugh at how similarly they had treated the situation.
"Brrrr, it's freezing!" Hermione stated, trying to invent an excuse for the excess of layers, despite the fact that she was burning up.
"Yeah, know what you mean," agreed Ron, willing Hermione not to notice he was practically sweating due to the warm night.
They gingerly crawled into bed, both lying perilously close to the edge, trying to ensure they were as far apart from the other as possible, in order to avoid awkward body contact.
This is hardly comfortable, thought Hermione.
"So," whispered Ron. " Good day?"
Hermione began to turn around to face him, but changed her mind at the last second and turned her motions into a stretch. Ron pretended not to notice.
"Great day," she replied. "It's just so nice to see everyone again."
"I think we got them fooled Mione," Ron whispered, "they don't suspect a thing!"
"Well, we're very convincing actors" Hermione murmured.
"Yeah, I guess so." As he said this he found himself turning towards her. All that was visible was her hair. He watched for a few moments, before whispering, "Night Mione." "Night Ron"
Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself to get to sleep as soon as possible. She'd never felt this awkwardness with Ron and it unsettled her. Trying desperately hard not to move, despite the fact that she was uncomfortable, she instead concentrated on listening to the rhythmic pattern of Ron's breathing. It was strangely comforting.
Ron didn't even bother to close his eyes, knowing that the way things felt at the moment he would never sleep. He kept his eyes on Hermione. It felt like they had taken a step in an unknown direction, and they couldn't move back. He didn't know where the step left them. All he knew was that currently this step had brought them closer, but for some reason, this evening, in his room, in his bed, they were trying to keep themselves apart.
Ron had had enough of it. It wasn't as if they hadn't slept in the same bed before. They were letting the way his family perceived them to be affect the comfortable nature of their friendship.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"Yes?" She was wide-awake.
"This is stupid." With that, he rolled over, shortening the gap between them, and pulled her towards him, slinging an arm around her waist. "Since when do you and I need our personal space?"
Hermione laughed in relief. This was Ron. She had no business feeling strange around a best friend of more years than she wished to count. Snuggling into him, she felt that she would finally be able to get some sleep.
"Hermione?" Ron began again.
"Yes?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have got to take at least one layer of clothing off or I am going to get heat stroke. It's a summer evening and I'm dressed for the flipping Arctic."
I'm on holiday a the moment which has meant I can update this pretty regularly, but I'll be back at school on Wednesday and so I don't know what chance I'll get to update so they'll slow down. I'll try as hard as I can though!!! Sorry!!
Chapter Nine
The burrow party chatted late until the night. There was so much to say, and so much to hear. Obviously, everyone was desperate to hear of how Ron and Hermione got together. Ron, believing himself to be a master storyteller began to relate the story.
"So I saw Hermione being chatted up by this really awful bloke- named Viktor, um. Vince Krug."
Ron noticed Harry raise an eyebrow at him. Damn. It was rather more difficult to get a slip up like that past your best friend. Particularly when your best friend was Harry Potter. He only hoped Hermione hadn't noticed.
"Vince Krug ,Ron?" Harry asked. "Have I met him before? His name rings a bell."
"No." Ron said firmly. He looked at Harry in a way which he hoped screamed, "shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!"
"So I knew this Krug bloke was trouble, so I stepped in, removed him."
"Oh Ron, you hero!!!" squealed Harry in a high pitched voice.
Ron looked at Hermione. "So I told Hermione that I was in lo. that I liked her. And the rest, as you say, is history."
Having finished the story Ron breathed out a long sigh of relief. That had been more difficult than he had expected!!!
Hermione found herself content to sit and watch the Weasleys. Being here, "with" Ron, made her feel more close to them than she ever had before. It seemed strange to think that in the end she and Ron were only pretending, and that the day would come when Ron would bring a girl home who would end up being his wife, and a real part of all this.
Hermione found this thought oddly unsettling. The idea of Ron marrying someone else made her feel very strange indeed, like an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She turned to look at Ron from her seat on his lap, and he grinned at her. She turned back again and tried to push the thought to the back of her mind.
She couldn't quite work out if what troubled her was not being a part of the Weasley family, (Being Ron's best friend had ensured this for years) or whether it was to do with, well, with Ron. She brushed that thought aside also.
"Mione, Mione" she snapped back from her thoughts as Ron spoke to her gently.
"Huh?" she noticed Percy and Penelope carrying their sleeping children upstairs in their arms. Ginny mouthed "Goodnight" to her as she and Harry followed suit.
Ron turned to Molly. "Mum, Hermione looks exhausted. I think we better go too."
"Of course." Molly agreed, watching Hermione stifle a yawn. "It's late." She turned to Hermione, "Goodnight sweetheart," she said, kissing her on the cheek. "And you Ron dear," kissing him.
"Come on sleepy head," Ron whispered to Hermione, pushing her up the stairs. "Get off!" she laughed, and they continued to bicker.
The easy and familiar atmosphere changed dramatically as they reached Ron's room. Molly had put bunched of flowers in ornate vases around the room, changing Ron's room from a young boy's room to one intended for two - intended for Ron and Hermione.
As they dropped their bags on the bed, conversation became stilted.
"Do you want to change in the bathroom , Mione?" Ron asked politely.
As Hermione left Ron began to change. He decided the best thing would be to put on as many clothes as possible, so Hermione didn't think he thought their pretence meant that he would..not that she would think that, it was just....
Ron sat down on his bed. The way he and Hermione were behaving seemed to come so easily. He was finding it hard to differentiate between times he was acting and times he was not. If he was acting at all.
He pulled on long pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved top underneath his Chudley Cannons T- Shirt. He left his socks on for good measure. Surely this wouldn't give the wrong impression, particularly since it was a warm evening. He was debating with himself whether he should put on a jumper when Hermione knocked on the door.
"Ron, can I come in?"
"Yep, I'm decent!"
As she walked in she smiled. Ron looked at her. She was wearing oversized pyjama bottoms and a blue jumper. Ron wasn't sure whether to laugh at how similarly they had treated the situation.
"Brrrr, it's freezing!" Hermione stated, trying to invent an excuse for the excess of layers, despite the fact that she was burning up.
"Yeah, know what you mean," agreed Ron, willing Hermione not to notice he was practically sweating due to the warm night.
They gingerly crawled into bed, both lying perilously close to the edge, trying to ensure they were as far apart from the other as possible, in order to avoid awkward body contact.
This is hardly comfortable, thought Hermione.
"So," whispered Ron. " Good day?"
Hermione began to turn around to face him, but changed her mind at the last second and turned her motions into a stretch. Ron pretended not to notice.
"Great day," she replied. "It's just so nice to see everyone again."
"I think we got them fooled Mione," Ron whispered, "they don't suspect a thing!"
"Well, we're very convincing actors" Hermione murmured.
"Yeah, I guess so." As he said this he found himself turning towards her. All that was visible was her hair. He watched for a few moments, before whispering, "Night Mione." "Night Ron"
Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself to get to sleep as soon as possible. She'd never felt this awkwardness with Ron and it unsettled her. Trying desperately hard not to move, despite the fact that she was uncomfortable, she instead concentrated on listening to the rhythmic pattern of Ron's breathing. It was strangely comforting.
Ron didn't even bother to close his eyes, knowing that the way things felt at the moment he would never sleep. He kept his eyes on Hermione. It felt like they had taken a step in an unknown direction, and they couldn't move back. He didn't know where the step left them. All he knew was that currently this step had brought them closer, but for some reason, this evening, in his room, in his bed, they were trying to keep themselves apart.
Ron had had enough of it. It wasn't as if they hadn't slept in the same bed before. They were letting the way his family perceived them to be affect the comfortable nature of their friendship.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"Yes?" She was wide-awake.
"This is stupid." With that, he rolled over, shortening the gap between them, and pulled her towards him, slinging an arm around her waist. "Since when do you and I need our personal space?"
Hermione laughed in relief. This was Ron. She had no business feeling strange around a best friend of more years than she wished to count. Snuggling into him, she felt that she would finally be able to get some sleep.
"Hermione?" Ron began again.
"Yes?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have got to take at least one layer of clothing off or I am going to get heat stroke. It's a summer evening and I'm dressed for the flipping Arctic."