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for that matter.
AN: Another chapter!!! Please review, give me ideas. I am making the relationship with Harry and Hermione go very slowly, If you want It to go faster let me know. I think it is more realistic this way.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Six: Froggy bottom
Harry starred at Hermione and she starred angrily at him. "What was that all about," Harry asked curtly.
Hermione's face screwed up into a frown "Oh please!"
"What?" Harry asked confused, " Why did you hug me?"
"Harry, that is what friends do," Hermione retorted.
'Yes of course! Why did I jump to conclusions?' Harry reprimanded himself.
Hermione sat back down on her bed and picked up a book, " But I wouldn't believe it for one minute if you told me that you did want more then a hug from me!" she teased with out looking up from her reading.
'What was that my Hermione talking?' Harry shook his head " come again?"
Hermione placed her finger on the last word that she read and looked up at Harry with a devious grin. The door opened and Hermione looked back down at her book leaving Harry utterly confused. "He did well Hermione," Ginny informed, " You must have really worked them hard for my brother to get 9 OWLs. He even got an A in History of Magic."
Hermione smiled at Ginny, " No he got there by himself."
"Don't let him off the hook so easily," Ginny insisted trying to break though Hermione's modesty. She shook her head and returned to her reading.
"Hermione helped us loads, don't think we would have done half as well with out her help," Harry told Ginny. Hermione blushed and looked up at Harry from her reading.
"Alright enough talk about OWLs Hermione and I have to finish a conversation that we were having if you don't mind," Ginny said motioning to the door.
"Not at-all," Harry said, keen to get out of there. He shut the creaky door behind him and headed back into the bedroom that he shared with Ron.
"What's new?" Ron asked as he entered the room. A chocolate frog half eaten rested in his hand.
"Nothing," Harry sighed and lay down on his bed. Ron rummaged though the bag candy and settled on a Sugar Quill.
"I'll tell you this day feels like it had been going on forever," Ron said between bites.
A swift knock at the door brought Harry to his feet again. He opened it and the room was filled with a soft breeze and Mrs. Weasley's voice, " Supper is on the table!" The wind left the room and the door closed softly behind it.
"Rats," Ron said looking longingly at a freshly opened chocolate frog in his hand, it jumped out of his hand and landing on the wall. "That little bugger." Ron shouted as he dove for it. The frog jumped onto the ceiling. Ron shrugged his shoulders and followed Harry out into the hallway. As the door clicked closed the frog fell from the ceiling onto the bed below, its body frozen into a milk chocolate position.
Down in the basement kitchen the table was filled with delicious foods that Harry could hardly wait to eat. "Aah, here at last," Mrs. Weasley called as she saw them enter the kitchen. The fire allowed light to play across the faces of the people sited at the table. Harry and Ron took their seats as Bill and Charlie got up to help their mother suspend candles above the table. Once everyone was seated Mrs. Weasley demanded that the potatoes be passed her way and the rest of the clan began to help themselves.
Hermione sat across the table from Harry. He looked at her with a new curiosity. She was involved in a heated debate with Mr. Weasley about enchanting Muggle artifacts. "If a few things such as refrigerators were enchanted for Muggles think about how long food could be kept fresh."
"But then what happens to the children that count on the milk to go sour and the spouts to grow fuzz?" Mr. Weasley countered
" Those things are needed to maintain a healthy body," Hermione added firmly.
"A healthy body is certainly something that Hermione knows about," Mrs. Weasley said, " would you look at how lovely she has developed." Hermione blushed and hid her face in her arms that she leaned on the table. "Sorry dear didn't mean to embarrass you."
"er..right" Mr. Weasley choked out, " where were we? Oh yes. You see the reason that we don't use re-ferg-raters is that a simple cooling charm works wonders and serves the same propose"
Harry had stopped listening after that. The same girl that was being a little pervert upstairs was now the same Hermione that he always knew.
"Ron, have you noticed anything different about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Er. no?" Ron said unsure.
"Ron really!" Harry insisted
"She has bigger boobs?" Ron offered.
"Ron, I heard that," Ginny whisper across the table. The three looked around the table and lucky no one else had over heard their conversation.
"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking," Harry told Ron. He hoped that Ginny had heard that part too so that she didn't think he too was a pervert. Ron shrugged and went back to eating a large spare rib. His face and hands looked like he had slaughtered a pig.
"Ron, you're a mess," Hermione accused.
"I wa-s hu-ngr-y," Ron said while swallowing.
Harry laughed as his two best friends bickered over manners. Though, he was quite glad when the meal was over. As the plates soared into the sink across the room the younger members at the table departed toward the stone steps.
Harry and Ron sat on their beds. Ron read Harry a story out of a book that he thought was funny. It was!! "Can you image having to break a turd apart with a stick," Ron asked holding his sides. Harry laughed and wiped tears from behind his glasses. There was a knock on the door that straightened Harry out but Ron was sent into another fit of laughter. Harry opened the door cautiously. Hermione and Ginny stood before them in their nightclothes. Harry let them in and Ron got off the bed quickly. Her turned around quickly and the three people behind him let out a grasp. "I know my butt in cute as a button but please." Harry began to laugh so hard that he put his arm on Hermione's shoulder to keep him self off the floor.
"Ron, I knew you liked the story but did you need to mess yourself?"
"What?" Ron said as he tried to see his bottom, " Turn around all of you." They did as he asked and he removed his trousers. "Bugger! Bugger! Drat!" He saw that he had seated himself on the frog.
AN: Another chapter!!! Please review, give me ideas. I am making the relationship with Harry and Hermione go very slowly, If you want It to go faster let me know. I think it is more realistic this way.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Six: Froggy bottom
Harry starred at Hermione and she starred angrily at him. "What was that all about," Harry asked curtly.
Hermione's face screwed up into a frown "Oh please!"
"What?" Harry asked confused, " Why did you hug me?"
"Harry, that is what friends do," Hermione retorted.
'Yes of course! Why did I jump to conclusions?' Harry reprimanded himself.
Hermione sat back down on her bed and picked up a book, " But I wouldn't believe it for one minute if you told me that you did want more then a hug from me!" she teased with out looking up from her reading.
'What was that my Hermione talking?' Harry shook his head " come again?"
Hermione placed her finger on the last word that she read and looked up at Harry with a devious grin. The door opened and Hermione looked back down at her book leaving Harry utterly confused. "He did well Hermione," Ginny informed, " You must have really worked them hard for my brother to get 9 OWLs. He even got an A in History of Magic."
Hermione smiled at Ginny, " No he got there by himself."
"Don't let him off the hook so easily," Ginny insisted trying to break though Hermione's modesty. She shook her head and returned to her reading.
"Hermione helped us loads, don't think we would have done half as well with out her help," Harry told Ginny. Hermione blushed and looked up at Harry from her reading.
"Alright enough talk about OWLs Hermione and I have to finish a conversation that we were having if you don't mind," Ginny said motioning to the door.
"Not at-all," Harry said, keen to get out of there. He shut the creaky door behind him and headed back into the bedroom that he shared with Ron.
"What's new?" Ron asked as he entered the room. A chocolate frog half eaten rested in his hand.
"Nothing," Harry sighed and lay down on his bed. Ron rummaged though the bag candy and settled on a Sugar Quill.
"I'll tell you this day feels like it had been going on forever," Ron said between bites.
A swift knock at the door brought Harry to his feet again. He opened it and the room was filled with a soft breeze and Mrs. Weasley's voice, " Supper is on the table!" The wind left the room and the door closed softly behind it.
"Rats," Ron said looking longingly at a freshly opened chocolate frog in his hand, it jumped out of his hand and landing on the wall. "That little bugger." Ron shouted as he dove for it. The frog jumped onto the ceiling. Ron shrugged his shoulders and followed Harry out into the hallway. As the door clicked closed the frog fell from the ceiling onto the bed below, its body frozen into a milk chocolate position.
Down in the basement kitchen the table was filled with delicious foods that Harry could hardly wait to eat. "Aah, here at last," Mrs. Weasley called as she saw them enter the kitchen. The fire allowed light to play across the faces of the people sited at the table. Harry and Ron took their seats as Bill and Charlie got up to help their mother suspend candles above the table. Once everyone was seated Mrs. Weasley demanded that the potatoes be passed her way and the rest of the clan began to help themselves.
Hermione sat across the table from Harry. He looked at her with a new curiosity. She was involved in a heated debate with Mr. Weasley about enchanting Muggle artifacts. "If a few things such as refrigerators were enchanted for Muggles think about how long food could be kept fresh."
"But then what happens to the children that count on the milk to go sour and the spouts to grow fuzz?" Mr. Weasley countered
" Those things are needed to maintain a healthy body," Hermione added firmly.
"A healthy body is certainly something that Hermione knows about," Mrs. Weasley said, " would you look at how lovely she has developed." Hermione blushed and hid her face in her arms that she leaned on the table. "Sorry dear didn't mean to embarrass you."
"er..right" Mr. Weasley choked out, " where were we? Oh yes. You see the reason that we don't use re-ferg-raters is that a simple cooling charm works wonders and serves the same propose"
Harry had stopped listening after that. The same girl that was being a little pervert upstairs was now the same Hermione that he always knew.
"Ron, have you noticed anything different about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Er. no?" Ron said unsure.
"Ron really!" Harry insisted
"She has bigger boobs?" Ron offered.
"Ron, I heard that," Ginny whisper across the table. The three looked around the table and lucky no one else had over heard their conversation.
"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking," Harry told Ron. He hoped that Ginny had heard that part too so that she didn't think he too was a pervert. Ron shrugged and went back to eating a large spare rib. His face and hands looked like he had slaughtered a pig.
"Ron, you're a mess," Hermione accused.
"I wa-s hu-ngr-y," Ron said while swallowing.
Harry laughed as his two best friends bickered over manners. Though, he was quite glad when the meal was over. As the plates soared into the sink across the room the younger members at the table departed toward the stone steps.
Harry and Ron sat on their beds. Ron read Harry a story out of a book that he thought was funny. It was!! "Can you image having to break a turd apart with a stick," Ron asked holding his sides. Harry laughed and wiped tears from behind his glasses. There was a knock on the door that straightened Harry out but Ron was sent into another fit of laughter. Harry opened the door cautiously. Hermione and Ginny stood before them in their nightclothes. Harry let them in and Ron got off the bed quickly. Her turned around quickly and the three people behind him let out a grasp. "I know my butt in cute as a button but please." Harry began to laugh so hard that he put his arm on Hermione's shoulder to keep him self off the floor.
"Ron, I knew you liked the story but did you need to mess yourself?"
"What?" Ron said as he tried to see his bottom, " Turn around all of you." They did as he asked and he removed his trousers. "Bugger! Bugger! Drat!" He saw that he had seated himself on the frog.