Chapter 2-
Ron licked some chocolate ice cream, it was dripping onto his robes, but he just savored every bit. Hermione handed him a napkin, and licked her own vinilla ice cream. The three were sitting on a bench, next to Flourish and Blotts. They had almost finished their school shopping; Hermione just wanted to buy some extra books she had almost forgot. Ron was watching people walk by, their feet walking quickly on the small ally way.
So far, they had seen Neville; poor kid had knocked over an entire stack of birdcages. They had also seen Semus, Lavender and Dean. Ron was looking for someone in particular, and he had seen him, standing with an unfamiliar girl.
"Malfoy." Ron huffed. Looking at him with a scrunched up nose. Harry looked over at Malfoy.
"He looks extra slimy, probably because Voledmort is back, he and his whole family are probably having a great time..." harry trailed off.
Ron's ice cream dropped from his hand landing on his robes and slipping down to his shoe. He twitched. "Don't SAY that name!"
Hermione turned to him "Fear of a name..."
Ron cut her off. "Come off it Hermione!"
Hermione glared at him. "Well!" and she picked up her bags. "I'll just be getting my books now!"
As she left she muttered a spell and the chocolate stain on Ron's robes and shoe disappeared.
Ron didn't thank her as she scuffed into Flourish and Blotts; he just turned to Harry. "Har- what is this year gonna be like?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't Ron, I don't know Ron...." Ron looked away, and his eye caught an old shaggy dog.
Ron had just gotten home. He had almost screamed as he landed in his fireplace, after using floo powder, for a small spider made its way across the floor. Ron was thinking about seeing that dog. He was sure it had to be Sirius, but he wasn't sure to tell harry or not, because if it wasn't, why get Harry's hopes up. After thinking about it, while Fred, George, Ginny, his mother, harry and Hermione came through the fireplace, he finally came up with an idea. When everyone went to bed, he would tell Hermione about it. He looked at Hermione's watch, grabbing her hand and looking at her wrist. She was a little annoyed by this. It was about 4 o'clock. Mmm, almost dinner! He thought. Food was never to far from his mind. Mrs. Weasley shooed everyone out of her kitchen while she cooked a great dinner for their last night at home.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Fred & George went outside and started a game of quidditch. Harry, Fred and George against Ron, Hermione and Ginny. (Ron had lost the coin toss over which one would be with Hermione and Ginny.)
Fred went straight after Ginny who had the quaffle first. She, who actually was very good, sped past Fred, with a citified smile and almost got it past George but he blocked it with the back of his broom. Hermione on the other hand was now trying to block the quaffle from Harry who had caught it when George hit it off his broom. She barley missed it, but caught it and threw it at Ron as hard as she could, for he was far away from her. He caught it looking around for Ginny but she was trying to get away from Fred who shot a bluger at her. He went for it, speeding between harry and Fred, whom was now after Ron both on his tail. But because Ron's broom wasn't even remotely close to the fastness as Harry's firebolt, Harry was next to him in seconds. Ron thought fast, dropping down at the exact second harry made a grab for the quaffle. In a all to quick motion, as harry regained his grip on the broom, Ron tossed the quaffle past George, who was laughing to hard to realize Ron had the quaffle.
Hermione and Ginny cheered, flying toward him giving him a high-five, Ginny giving him a hug.
As they all regrouped Mrs.Weasley stepped out side and called "DINNER!" Faster than light, Ron was down on the ground running toward the house, the other 5 following closely him.
By the time Hermione and Ginny reached the kitchen the 4 boys had almost eaten the entire dinner. Ron had piles of potato on his plate, Fred and George had about 50 rolls each, and Harry had most of the chick potpie. Ginny sat beside Ron and Hermione in-between harry and Ron. Ron took a steaming roll from the basket and passed it to harry.
Dinner at the Weasley's was always a warm occasion. There was always good food and a lot of chatter. At this moment, Harry, Ron and Hermione were debating about why Hermione was taking so many classes this year, again. Ginny was talking to her mother about her friend Kayla from school. Fred and George were arguing with their father, who had gotten back from work a little earlier, about the fireworks they accidentally let off in the house the day before. And last, at the end of the table was Percy. He was slowly eating his dinner, reading over some "important" paper from work.
You to should take...." Hermione had started but Ron had chimed in.
"He's always at work, its like all he does now." He said, looking at Percy. "Work, work, work, that's all there is to him" Ron said again, now looking at Hermione's roll, that was untouched on her almost clean plate.
"He's beginning to remind me of wood, and his obsession with Quidditch."
Hermione and harry nodded, they to looking at Percy, staring intently at his work, occasionally scribbling something down. Hermione noticed Ron's fascination with her roll.
"Do u want it?" she said, holding the hot, buttery roll in front of his face.
"Would I ever...!" he said looking at the roll, as if the only food he had seen in years.
"Have It." she said, and with in an instant it was gone, in Ron's mouth.
"Mmmmmm" he said with delight, Hermione and Harry laughed, and the 3 kept chatting about the next day, the day they go back to hogwarts.
The 3 walked up to Ron's room. They were going to sit there for a while then Hermione would go off to Ginny's room. Ron hadn't forgotten his "plan". After everyone had gone to bed, he would go wake Hermione and talk to her about what he had seen. Hoping she could help him. They were in Ron's room now, harry sat on his sleeping bag, Hermione on Ron's bed, and Ron next to her.
They were quiet for a while, know one knew what to talk about. Suddenly Hermione piped in.
"Do either of you know our new Defense against the arts teacher?" Her voice sounded tired. Ron and harry shook their heads. Ron hoped to god, that it wasn't what he had heard. He had heard that Snape had gotten the new position. But the good part was that maybe Fleur had gotten the potions position and that was good for him.
Hermione spoke again "Did you to do your Potions essay?"
Ron looked at her "We had a potions essay?"
Ron looked confused, he would have know if stupid old Snape had giving that to them. Yet again, maybe not because he never listens.
"Yes, Ron! What, do you really think he would let us off with out ANY homework for the summer? God!" Hermione answered in her "know-it-all" voice, or that's what Ron called it.
"Well, I'm sorry, I don't actually LISTEN in potions." Ron said coldly.
Hermione glared at him and looked at harry. "Did you do it harry?"
Harry nodded slowly. Then Hermione looked at her watch.
" Guys, its 9:30! Bed! We have to get up early tomorrow!"
Hermione got up, and headed to the door. "Ga'night guys" she said sweetly.
"'Night 'mione" Ron and harry said in unison. Hermione shut the door and Ron heard her footsteps down the stairs.
Ron licked some chocolate ice cream, it was dripping onto his robes, but he just savored every bit. Hermione handed him a napkin, and licked her own vinilla ice cream. The three were sitting on a bench, next to Flourish and Blotts. They had almost finished their school shopping; Hermione just wanted to buy some extra books she had almost forgot. Ron was watching people walk by, their feet walking quickly on the small ally way.
So far, they had seen Neville; poor kid had knocked over an entire stack of birdcages. They had also seen Semus, Lavender and Dean. Ron was looking for someone in particular, and he had seen him, standing with an unfamiliar girl.
"Malfoy." Ron huffed. Looking at him with a scrunched up nose. Harry looked over at Malfoy.
"He looks extra slimy, probably because Voledmort is back, he and his whole family are probably having a great time..." harry trailed off.
Ron's ice cream dropped from his hand landing on his robes and slipping down to his shoe. He twitched. "Don't SAY that name!"
Hermione turned to him "Fear of a name..."
Ron cut her off. "Come off it Hermione!"
Hermione glared at him. "Well!" and she picked up her bags. "I'll just be getting my books now!"
As she left she muttered a spell and the chocolate stain on Ron's robes and shoe disappeared.
Ron didn't thank her as she scuffed into Flourish and Blotts; he just turned to Harry. "Har- what is this year gonna be like?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't Ron, I don't know Ron...." Ron looked away, and his eye caught an old shaggy dog.
Ron had just gotten home. He had almost screamed as he landed in his fireplace, after using floo powder, for a small spider made its way across the floor. Ron was thinking about seeing that dog. He was sure it had to be Sirius, but he wasn't sure to tell harry or not, because if it wasn't, why get Harry's hopes up. After thinking about it, while Fred, George, Ginny, his mother, harry and Hermione came through the fireplace, he finally came up with an idea. When everyone went to bed, he would tell Hermione about it. He looked at Hermione's watch, grabbing her hand and looking at her wrist. She was a little annoyed by this. It was about 4 o'clock. Mmm, almost dinner! He thought. Food was never to far from his mind. Mrs. Weasley shooed everyone out of her kitchen while she cooked a great dinner for their last night at home.
Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Fred & George went outside and started a game of quidditch. Harry, Fred and George against Ron, Hermione and Ginny. (Ron had lost the coin toss over which one would be with Hermione and Ginny.)
Fred went straight after Ginny who had the quaffle first. She, who actually was very good, sped past Fred, with a citified smile and almost got it past George but he blocked it with the back of his broom. Hermione on the other hand was now trying to block the quaffle from Harry who had caught it when George hit it off his broom. She barley missed it, but caught it and threw it at Ron as hard as she could, for he was far away from her. He caught it looking around for Ginny but she was trying to get away from Fred who shot a bluger at her. He went for it, speeding between harry and Fred, whom was now after Ron both on his tail. But because Ron's broom wasn't even remotely close to the fastness as Harry's firebolt, Harry was next to him in seconds. Ron thought fast, dropping down at the exact second harry made a grab for the quaffle. In a all to quick motion, as harry regained his grip on the broom, Ron tossed the quaffle past George, who was laughing to hard to realize Ron had the quaffle.
Hermione and Ginny cheered, flying toward him giving him a high-five, Ginny giving him a hug.
As they all regrouped Mrs.Weasley stepped out side and called "DINNER!" Faster than light, Ron was down on the ground running toward the house, the other 5 following closely him.
By the time Hermione and Ginny reached the kitchen the 4 boys had almost eaten the entire dinner. Ron had piles of potato on his plate, Fred and George had about 50 rolls each, and Harry had most of the chick potpie. Ginny sat beside Ron and Hermione in-between harry and Ron. Ron took a steaming roll from the basket and passed it to harry.
Dinner at the Weasley's was always a warm occasion. There was always good food and a lot of chatter. At this moment, Harry, Ron and Hermione were debating about why Hermione was taking so many classes this year, again. Ginny was talking to her mother about her friend Kayla from school. Fred and George were arguing with their father, who had gotten back from work a little earlier, about the fireworks they accidentally let off in the house the day before. And last, at the end of the table was Percy. He was slowly eating his dinner, reading over some "important" paper from work.
You to should take...." Hermione had started but Ron had chimed in.
"He's always at work, its like all he does now." He said, looking at Percy. "Work, work, work, that's all there is to him" Ron said again, now looking at Hermione's roll, that was untouched on her almost clean plate.
"He's beginning to remind me of wood, and his obsession with Quidditch."
Hermione and harry nodded, they to looking at Percy, staring intently at his work, occasionally scribbling something down. Hermione noticed Ron's fascination with her roll.
"Do u want it?" she said, holding the hot, buttery roll in front of his face.
"Would I ever...!" he said looking at the roll, as if the only food he had seen in years.
"Have It." she said, and with in an instant it was gone, in Ron's mouth.
"Mmmmmm" he said with delight, Hermione and Harry laughed, and the 3 kept chatting about the next day, the day they go back to hogwarts.
The 3 walked up to Ron's room. They were going to sit there for a while then Hermione would go off to Ginny's room. Ron hadn't forgotten his "plan". After everyone had gone to bed, he would go wake Hermione and talk to her about what he had seen. Hoping she could help him. They were in Ron's room now, harry sat on his sleeping bag, Hermione on Ron's bed, and Ron next to her.
They were quiet for a while, know one knew what to talk about. Suddenly Hermione piped in.
"Do either of you know our new Defense against the arts teacher?" Her voice sounded tired. Ron and harry shook their heads. Ron hoped to god, that it wasn't what he had heard. He had heard that Snape had gotten the new position. But the good part was that maybe Fleur had gotten the potions position and that was good for him.
Hermione spoke again "Did you to do your Potions essay?"
Ron looked at her "We had a potions essay?"
Ron looked confused, he would have know if stupid old Snape had giving that to them. Yet again, maybe not because he never listens.
"Yes, Ron! What, do you really think he would let us off with out ANY homework for the summer? God!" Hermione answered in her "know-it-all" voice, or that's what Ron called it.
"Well, I'm sorry, I don't actually LISTEN in potions." Ron said coldly.
Hermione glared at him and looked at harry. "Did you do it harry?"
Harry nodded slowly. Then Hermione looked at her watch.
" Guys, its 9:30! Bed! We have to get up early tomorrow!"
Hermione got up, and headed to the door. "Ga'night guys" she said sweetly.
"'Night 'mione" Ron and harry said in unison. Hermione shut the door and Ron heard her footsteps down the stairs.