Hey all
Can you guys believe it? After three LONG years the Order of the phoenix arrived. And it's so good!!
Anyway, I don't want to spoil any of it for those who haven't read it yet (if you haven't ..go read it now!!!!)- But I just wanted to share one of my favourite quotes of the book.
Ok, so basically, Harry's just come up with a frankly unreasonable plan, according to Hermione. Anyway, over to J.K
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner at Grimmould Place."
Note, HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!
So, upon reading this I came to a startling conclusion I can't believe I only just reached.
Hermione and Ron are Mr and Mrs Weasley. I mean think about it, there are similarities between Hermione and Mrs Weasley- the incessant nagging (notably at Ron) the stroppiness, but in the end the fact that they would do anything for the ones they love (cough, Ron, cough)
And obviously Ron's inherited his Dad's sense of humour, loyalty and all round top-bloke-iness.
So that's it. Together Ron and Hermione's relationship mirrors Mr and Mrs Weasley's, and that, in my opinion, can only be a good thing.
Sorry, I just wanted to share that with you, weirdly my friends don't understand why it's necessary to analyse Ron and Hermonie's relationship!!!!!!
So Chapter 12, (I think. Is it really that many? Ahem)
Oh, btw. I don't own Harry Potter. Or Ron.... (it's still so hard to admit to that!!)
Chapter 12
Ron grabbed Hermione's hand. He felt her resist and turned back towards her again, and flashed her the Weasley grin.
"Mione, will you stop being so pathetic? It's just a dinner with our folks. Honestly"
"Pathetic? You're calling me pathetic?" Ron nodded and Hermione scoffed. "All this from the person who legs it the sight of a money spider."
"Hermione! We've been through this. First it was a teddy bear, then it was BLACK AND HAIRY WITH EIGHT LEGS."
Hermione smirked. "Well, that's not the point. The point is that this evening is going to be nothing short of absolute humiliating torture."
"Hermione!" cried Ron, exasperated. We are not talking about the return of Vol..vol..you know who, here. We're taking about dinner with you're kind, sweet muggle parents."
"Ron Weasley." Hermione cried, standing at the top of the stairs, refusing, despite Ron's struggles, to move. "If it wasn't for you we wouldn't even be in this mess." She sternly placed her hands on her hips, attempting to look menacing.
"Oh, well that's just charming, try and deflect the blame Miss Granger." He ran his hands through his hair, temporarily distracting Hermione, to her horror. "But I think we both know the real reason we're in this predicament."
Hermione felt a stab of nervousness, but covered it up with what she hoped was a curious expression. "Oh? And what's that?
"Your complete inability to control yourself around me." Ron paused for effect. "Quite frankly Hermione it's getting a bit embarrasing. You've got to learn to resist my devilish charms, so we stop ending up in these situations." He paused again, and looked at her. "Oh, don't look like that Mione, I don't blame you or anything. What can I say? I'm a Weasley. We've got good genes."
Ron doubled up laughing at the look of absolute horror on Hermione's face. Satisfied that he would get a reaction, Ron grinned at her and waited for the tirade to begin.
And a reaction he got. "RON WEASLEY! Of all the egotistical, rude, obnoxious, untrue........"
Ron watched her, amused as she rambled on, getting more and more cross. Hermione was so distracted that he was able to walk over to her, and swiftly grab her and pull her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
"RON!" Hermione yelled in his ear. "Would you put me down this instant!"
Ron chuckled. "Ready to meet the folks, sweetie?" He carried her down the stairs in this fairly indignified manner, as Hermione struggled with all her might, kicking her legs wildly.
"PUT ME DOWN!!"
Half way down the stairs however, he felt Hermione's yells subside and they were replaced with the familiar sound of her laughing.
"Ron, don't you know this is not the way to treat a lady?"
"Oh!" Ron smiled. "Is that what you are?" He slowly brought her down to the floor., so her disgruntled face was staring right at him. He laughed, "You're face is all red."
"Oh, what a surprise!" Hermione scoffed, "It's not as if I've had all the blood rushing to my head for the past few minutes." Hermione looked at him accusingly, " Anyway, yours in red too."
Ron laughed again, "Hermione," he said to her in a serious tone of voice, "I suspect we look like we've been doing something that I'm quite sure our parents would not want to hear about."
Hermione looked outraged. Ron grabbed her hand and hauled her through the door.
As they entered a sea of expectant faces greeted them. Hermione spotted her parents straight away and disentangled herself from Ron. Smiling she went to join them and greeted them with warm hugs. "Mum, Dad! It's so great to see you."
Ron moved next to his mother, casually draping an arm around her shoulder. His eyes, however, never left Hermione. He found himself smiling fondly at her, watching her catch up with her parents.
The fact that he and Hermione had been such integral parts in the other's lives for so long had resulted in Ron developing a great affection for the whole Granger family. He watched as Mrs Granger commented on how lovely Hermione was looking, and agreed privately.
"Oh Ron," Molly whispered confidentially in his ear. "You're so lucky darling. She's just wonderful isn't she?"
Ron smiled. His mother had loved Hermione from the beginning, delighting in the fact that she counted homework as one of her favourite pass times. "Yeah, she's......" Ron looked at Hermione again as she ushered her parents into a couple of seats, "she's......."
But Ron never got the chance to explain to Molly what "she" was. Hermione looked at him, and Ron instinctively knew it was time for him to greet the Grangers.
Ron ambled towards them. "Hello. How are you both?" Ron flashed Mrs Granger a winning smile as he kissed her on the cheek. "It's been too long since we last saw you." Hermione smiled at the use of "we" as Ron extended his arm towards Mr Granger and they shook heartily.
Ron stepped back and slipped his arm around Hermione's waist. Mrs Granger looked delighted, and seemed as if she was about to comment on the relationship between the two, but Molly cut in, offering tea and shepherding everyone towards the numerous sofas scattered about the room.
Ron and Hermione moved across to and sat down together, raising their eyebrows at each other as if to say, "Here goes."
Molly, satisfied everyone was comfortable, settled herself down and turned to Mrs Granger.
As one would expect, the pair had developed a close relationship over the years. Being united in a common aim tends to do that to women, and their aim had always been to unite Ron and Hermione. Year's worth of angst and broken hearts had taken its toll, and the women had shared with each other the painfully obvious symptoms of infatuation Ron and Hermione constantly displayed. As Mrs Weasley had once eloquently put it, "If I have to hear one more word about what a "git" Viktor Krum was, I'm going to eat my own head."
And, like most mother's they were keen to attend the wedding most people assumed had already happened.
In the past both had felt frustration when upon being asked how, "Ron's lovely wife" was or Hermione's "dashing young man" was faring. Both would shake their heads sadly and explain that there had as yet been no wedding and that the pitter- patter of tiny feet were not to be anticipated in the near future.
But, like "magic" the woes of the two had dissolved as they were deceived by the charade their children were presenting. And, like any nosy mothers worth their salt, the two wanted information. They craved details. Details which would explain how the oblivious two had FINALLY seen the light.
Faced with the prospect of these two women, Ron decided that he would far rather face a herd of flesh eating spiders, a naked Draco Malfoy or even Vol... ....vol......vol. Ron spluttered. Perhaps that was taking things a little too far. In any case, Ron felt his heart begin to pound against his chest and he felt incredibly claustrophobic. He loosened his tie.
Suddenly Ron and Hermione felt the uncomfortable sensation of being watched by numerous pairs of expectant eyes. Hermione felt herself instinctively move closer to Ron, and tighten her grip on his hand.
It was, true to form, Mrs Weasley who spoke first. "Of course," she began "we all knew it would happen eventually."
The Weasleys, Grangers and assorted husbands, wives and Potters all nodded conspiratorially in the background.
"It was only a matter of time" interjected Mrs Granger.
"Indeed." The afformented Harry Potter added his contribution to the discussion. "And time was something it certainly did take."
"Oh would you lot stop being so smug." Ginny scolded. Hermione looked momentarily grateful until Ginny began again, "And anyway, that's not important. What we want to know is what finally made you two idiots realise you've been in love since, well, since you've been old enough to feel it?"
Something about this question made Hermione smile. Images of train rides, slugs and trolls hurtled through her mind, all accompanied by a certain character with flaming red hair. Instinctively she glanced at Ron and as he grinned at her sheepishly she felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug him, or ruffle his hair, or something. But, being Hermione, she restrained herself, and looked away. Ron didn't. He just carried on staring at her.
It was Ron's policy to always try to limit his thoughts to only those strictly necessary. However, he felt that owing to the nature of the events over the past few days, there was a great deal of strain being piled on this policy.
And the reason? Ron sighed briefly. The reason was sitting right next to him. He was beginning to feel like he had been staring at a blurred image his whole life, and that suddenly everything was coming into focus.
Ron realised with a jolt that his feelings for Hermione had never been as simple as he had fooled himself into thinking they were. Suddenly he felt nervous, scared, and yet oddly relieved.
Faced with these confusing thoughts, not to mention the prospect of a cross examination, Ron was tempted to do what his instincts told him to do: to either run for his life or at the very least do his damn hardest to come up with a comment so amusing that it would throw the entire conversation off it's alarming track.
Strangely, he did neither.
"When did I realise I was in love with Hermione?" Ron began.
Can you guys believe it? After three LONG years the Order of the phoenix arrived. And it's so good!!
Anyway, I don't want to spoil any of it for those who haven't read it yet (if you haven't ..go read it now!!!!)- But I just wanted to share one of my favourite quotes of the book.
Ok, so basically, Harry's just come up with a frankly unreasonable plan, according to Hermione. Anyway, over to J.K
"What do you think about this?" Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was reminded irresistibly of Mrs Weasley appealing to her husband during Harry's first dinner at Grimmould Place."
Note, HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!
So, upon reading this I came to a startling conclusion I can't believe I only just reached.
Hermione and Ron are Mr and Mrs Weasley. I mean think about it, there are similarities between Hermione and Mrs Weasley- the incessant nagging (notably at Ron) the stroppiness, but in the end the fact that they would do anything for the ones they love (cough, Ron, cough)
And obviously Ron's inherited his Dad's sense of humour, loyalty and all round top-bloke-iness.
So that's it. Together Ron and Hermione's relationship mirrors Mr and Mrs Weasley's, and that, in my opinion, can only be a good thing.
Sorry, I just wanted to share that with you, weirdly my friends don't understand why it's necessary to analyse Ron and Hermonie's relationship!!!!!!
So Chapter 12, (I think. Is it really that many? Ahem)
Oh, btw. I don't own Harry Potter. Or Ron.... (it's still so hard to admit to that!!)
Chapter 12
Ron grabbed Hermione's hand. He felt her resist and turned back towards her again, and flashed her the Weasley grin.
"Mione, will you stop being so pathetic? It's just a dinner with our folks. Honestly"
"Pathetic? You're calling me pathetic?" Ron nodded and Hermione scoffed. "All this from the person who legs it the sight of a money spider."
"Hermione! We've been through this. First it was a teddy bear, then it was BLACK AND HAIRY WITH EIGHT LEGS."
Hermione smirked. "Well, that's not the point. The point is that this evening is going to be nothing short of absolute humiliating torture."
"Hermione!" cried Ron, exasperated. We are not talking about the return of Vol..vol..you know who, here. We're taking about dinner with you're kind, sweet muggle parents."
"Ron Weasley." Hermione cried, standing at the top of the stairs, refusing, despite Ron's struggles, to move. "If it wasn't for you we wouldn't even be in this mess." She sternly placed her hands on her hips, attempting to look menacing.
"Oh, well that's just charming, try and deflect the blame Miss Granger." He ran his hands through his hair, temporarily distracting Hermione, to her horror. "But I think we both know the real reason we're in this predicament."
Hermione felt a stab of nervousness, but covered it up with what she hoped was a curious expression. "Oh? And what's that?
"Your complete inability to control yourself around me." Ron paused for effect. "Quite frankly Hermione it's getting a bit embarrasing. You've got to learn to resist my devilish charms, so we stop ending up in these situations." He paused again, and looked at her. "Oh, don't look like that Mione, I don't blame you or anything. What can I say? I'm a Weasley. We've got good genes."
Ron doubled up laughing at the look of absolute horror on Hermione's face. Satisfied that he would get a reaction, Ron grinned at her and waited for the tirade to begin.
And a reaction he got. "RON WEASLEY! Of all the egotistical, rude, obnoxious, untrue........"
Ron watched her, amused as she rambled on, getting more and more cross. Hermione was so distracted that he was able to walk over to her, and swiftly grab her and pull her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
"RON!" Hermione yelled in his ear. "Would you put me down this instant!"
Ron chuckled. "Ready to meet the folks, sweetie?" He carried her down the stairs in this fairly indignified manner, as Hermione struggled with all her might, kicking her legs wildly.
"PUT ME DOWN!!"
Half way down the stairs however, he felt Hermione's yells subside and they were replaced with the familiar sound of her laughing.
"Ron, don't you know this is not the way to treat a lady?"
"Oh!" Ron smiled. "Is that what you are?" He slowly brought her down to the floor., so her disgruntled face was staring right at him. He laughed, "You're face is all red."
"Oh, what a surprise!" Hermione scoffed, "It's not as if I've had all the blood rushing to my head for the past few minutes." Hermione looked at him accusingly, " Anyway, yours in red too."
Ron laughed again, "Hermione," he said to her in a serious tone of voice, "I suspect we look like we've been doing something that I'm quite sure our parents would not want to hear about."
Hermione looked outraged. Ron grabbed her hand and hauled her through the door.
As they entered a sea of expectant faces greeted them. Hermione spotted her parents straight away and disentangled herself from Ron. Smiling she went to join them and greeted them with warm hugs. "Mum, Dad! It's so great to see you."
Ron moved next to his mother, casually draping an arm around her shoulder. His eyes, however, never left Hermione. He found himself smiling fondly at her, watching her catch up with her parents.
The fact that he and Hermione had been such integral parts in the other's lives for so long had resulted in Ron developing a great affection for the whole Granger family. He watched as Mrs Granger commented on how lovely Hermione was looking, and agreed privately.
"Oh Ron," Molly whispered confidentially in his ear. "You're so lucky darling. She's just wonderful isn't she?"
Ron smiled. His mother had loved Hermione from the beginning, delighting in the fact that she counted homework as one of her favourite pass times. "Yeah, she's......" Ron looked at Hermione again as she ushered her parents into a couple of seats, "she's......."
But Ron never got the chance to explain to Molly what "she" was. Hermione looked at him, and Ron instinctively knew it was time for him to greet the Grangers.
Ron ambled towards them. "Hello. How are you both?" Ron flashed Mrs Granger a winning smile as he kissed her on the cheek. "It's been too long since we last saw you." Hermione smiled at the use of "we" as Ron extended his arm towards Mr Granger and they shook heartily.
Ron stepped back and slipped his arm around Hermione's waist. Mrs Granger looked delighted, and seemed as if she was about to comment on the relationship between the two, but Molly cut in, offering tea and shepherding everyone towards the numerous sofas scattered about the room.
Ron and Hermione moved across to and sat down together, raising their eyebrows at each other as if to say, "Here goes."
Molly, satisfied everyone was comfortable, settled herself down and turned to Mrs Granger.
As one would expect, the pair had developed a close relationship over the years. Being united in a common aim tends to do that to women, and their aim had always been to unite Ron and Hermione. Year's worth of angst and broken hearts had taken its toll, and the women had shared with each other the painfully obvious symptoms of infatuation Ron and Hermione constantly displayed. As Mrs Weasley had once eloquently put it, "If I have to hear one more word about what a "git" Viktor Krum was, I'm going to eat my own head."
And, like most mother's they were keen to attend the wedding most people assumed had already happened.
In the past both had felt frustration when upon being asked how, "Ron's lovely wife" was or Hermione's "dashing young man" was faring. Both would shake their heads sadly and explain that there had as yet been no wedding and that the pitter- patter of tiny feet were not to be anticipated in the near future.
But, like "magic" the woes of the two had dissolved as they were deceived by the charade their children were presenting. And, like any nosy mothers worth their salt, the two wanted information. They craved details. Details which would explain how the oblivious two had FINALLY seen the light.
Faced with the prospect of these two women, Ron decided that he would far rather face a herd of flesh eating spiders, a naked Draco Malfoy or even Vol... ....vol......vol. Ron spluttered. Perhaps that was taking things a little too far. In any case, Ron felt his heart begin to pound against his chest and he felt incredibly claustrophobic. He loosened his tie.
Suddenly Ron and Hermione felt the uncomfortable sensation of being watched by numerous pairs of expectant eyes. Hermione felt herself instinctively move closer to Ron, and tighten her grip on his hand.
It was, true to form, Mrs Weasley who spoke first. "Of course," she began "we all knew it would happen eventually."
The Weasleys, Grangers and assorted husbands, wives and Potters all nodded conspiratorially in the background.
"It was only a matter of time" interjected Mrs Granger.
"Indeed." The afformented Harry Potter added his contribution to the discussion. "And time was something it certainly did take."
"Oh would you lot stop being so smug." Ginny scolded. Hermione looked momentarily grateful until Ginny began again, "And anyway, that's not important. What we want to know is what finally made you two idiots realise you've been in love since, well, since you've been old enough to feel it?"
Something about this question made Hermione smile. Images of train rides, slugs and trolls hurtled through her mind, all accompanied by a certain character with flaming red hair. Instinctively she glanced at Ron and as he grinned at her sheepishly she felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug him, or ruffle his hair, or something. But, being Hermione, she restrained herself, and looked away. Ron didn't. He just carried on staring at her.
It was Ron's policy to always try to limit his thoughts to only those strictly necessary. However, he felt that owing to the nature of the events over the past few days, there was a great deal of strain being piled on this policy.
And the reason? Ron sighed briefly. The reason was sitting right next to him. He was beginning to feel like he had been staring at a blurred image his whole life, and that suddenly everything was coming into focus.
Ron realised with a jolt that his feelings for Hermione had never been as simple as he had fooled himself into thinking they were. Suddenly he felt nervous, scared, and yet oddly relieved.
Faced with these confusing thoughts, not to mention the prospect of a cross examination, Ron was tempted to do what his instincts told him to do: to either run for his life or at the very least do his damn hardest to come up with a comment so amusing that it would throw the entire conversation off it's alarming track.
Strangely, he did neither.
"When did I realise I was in love with Hermione?" Ron began.