Chapter 5
An ear splitting holler was heard and Harry and Ginny remembered where they were. They sprang apart faster than grease lightning. Ron was staring at them both in a mixture of disgust and anger. Neither of them knew what Ron was going to do, until-
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LITTLE SISTER?" He roared and jumped on Harry. Ron was wrestling with Harry who was trying to fight the larger boy off him. The storm raged on as they fought. Ron punched Harry Square in the mouth, which made a groan escape from Harry. Ginny tried to pull Ron off him without success. In the end she grabbed a piece of beech from the hedge on the side of the lane and smacked her brother on the back with it. Ron screeched in pain.
"Now you've finished tussling with my boyfriend-"
"YOUR WHAT?" He demanded.
"BOYFRIEND! B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D! You know, someone you date, Get along with really well etc. The opposite is girlfriend, something you don't have-"
"YES, I UNDERSTAND THAT. BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU TWO?!"
"Bloody hell, Ron! Will let us both explain ourselves?" Ginny glared at her brother through her wet locks that draped down her face like a dark curtain. Ron sat there in the middle of the road with Harry next to him. He looked at his friend as if to ask "is this true?" and Harry looked back at him. Rainwater dripped from his hair and soaked his clothes even more (if that was possible). The ground was freezing below them both.
"Ron," Harry said wearily. "I would've told you sooner, but we knew you'd react like this". He got up off the wet ground and stood next to Ginny, squeezing her hand for comfort. Ron's limp form still rested on the floor. His heads was in his hands, breathing deeply. Finally after what seemed like hours he got up and stood squarely in front of the pair.
"How long has this been going on for?" His face showed no emotion. Ginny spoke first.
"Since the first Quidditch match of last year. November time." Ron's breath fought to escape its prison. Ron was trying to keep his fiery temper under wraps.
"Who else knows?" was his next query.
"No body. Not even Hermione." Harry replied. The rain was making him shiver now and his body pleaded to go back to the warmth of the burrow. "You're the only one, Ron."
Ron didn't say anything, and the other two held their breath. In the end he smiled and clapped Harry on the back.
"I'm just glad it's you mate!" Harry's face cracked into a grin and they both hugged each other tightly in a manly hug. Ginny was next in line, so happy that Ron hadn't killed them both.
"Oh my god, I can't wait to see the other's faces!" Ron squealed as the trio ran down the rest of the hill together, laughing as before.
An hour later they were back at the burrow drying by the fire in the sitting room drinking hot chocolate. Harry and Ginny had refrained from kissing in front of him, because when they did Ron held his breath and counted to ten in his head to stop from lashing out at them. But they still held each other's defrosting hands. The trio laughed and talked until dinnertime, when Mrs Weasley came in and told them to quit it and make themselves useful.
"This is so great!" Ron giggled with excitement. He was almost bubbling over with it now. He was like a little child that knew a secret about Santa Claus or something.
They all laughed as they set up the table for dinner. They juggled with the knives and played Frisbee with the plates. Ginny wore her soaking wet hair up in a makeshift turban, which kept falling out during the festivities. She impatiently flicked the towel out of her face each time, wearing an irritated growl. Ron and Harry took the piss out of her for ages, much to Ginny's displeasure.
Once the three teenagers, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George were seated they began to eat their rich meal (rabbit and chicken casserole with cheese and hot potatoes and other vegetables). Everybody had something to say about his or her day, and they all laughed over what happened to the twins in the joke shop. Some old lady came in looking for something for her young grandson. She touched a box of Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, and she went flying around the store and out the door into the busy street of Diagon alley. It had taken hours to clear up. "You should've seen the Gringott's goblins faces! One of them got flattened!"
Suddenly as the were serving up the dessert (homemade strawberry ice-cream) their was a knock at the back door. The rain was still hammering hard, but it was an unmistakable knock.
"Will you see who it is, Ron dear?" Mrs Weasley sighed, still spooning the entire carton onto Harry's plate. Ron got up and walked to the back door, tripping over the cat. There was a clap of thunder and a streak of lightning. The cat scatted faster than the lightning. "Bloody animal," Ron muttered as he reached for the door. The door opened to reveal-
"Hermione!"
Hermione stood in the doorway in a drenched over coat and an icy expression. Her face was white with cold and her mascara was dripping down to her chin.
"Hello Ron," She croaked to her friend. She glided into the room her lips chattering in time to the cha-cha. She didn't say any more words until Harry came over. Ginny followed suit, wearing her fretful face. She looked like a rabbit stuck in the headlights.
"Hey, Hermione. What's up?" He put his hands on his friend's arms and he realised she was way too cold to be alive. "I'll tell you later, Harry. I just.I jut need some.some.warmth." Tears were streaming down her face as her blue lips turned even bluer. The three of them ushered the human ice- block towards the stove so she could de-frost. They gave Mr and Mrs Weasley an explanation, and they gladly accepted it, giving Hermione a hot cup of hot chocolate to ease the frozen girl.
Hey! Cheers for the reviews guys. It's really good to have people reading this! Anyways, disclaimers. Harry Potter and all that ain't mine (though I wish they were.all that money pouring in.) but you lot know already they belong to JKR, the genius. Nevertheless, I shall leave you lot now to get reviewing! Please? Pretty please? Tee hee hee. I'll love ya and leave ya -Frey xxx
An ear splitting holler was heard and Harry and Ginny remembered where they were. They sprang apart faster than grease lightning. Ron was staring at them both in a mixture of disgust and anger. Neither of them knew what Ron was going to do, until-
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY LITTLE SISTER?" He roared and jumped on Harry. Ron was wrestling with Harry who was trying to fight the larger boy off him. The storm raged on as they fought. Ron punched Harry Square in the mouth, which made a groan escape from Harry. Ginny tried to pull Ron off him without success. In the end she grabbed a piece of beech from the hedge on the side of the lane and smacked her brother on the back with it. Ron screeched in pain.
"Now you've finished tussling with my boyfriend-"
"YOUR WHAT?" He demanded.
"BOYFRIEND! B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D! You know, someone you date, Get along with really well etc. The opposite is girlfriend, something you don't have-"
"YES, I UNDERSTAND THAT. BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU TWO?!"
"Bloody hell, Ron! Will let us both explain ourselves?" Ginny glared at her brother through her wet locks that draped down her face like a dark curtain. Ron sat there in the middle of the road with Harry next to him. He looked at his friend as if to ask "is this true?" and Harry looked back at him. Rainwater dripped from his hair and soaked his clothes even more (if that was possible). The ground was freezing below them both.
"Ron," Harry said wearily. "I would've told you sooner, but we knew you'd react like this". He got up off the wet ground and stood next to Ginny, squeezing her hand for comfort. Ron's limp form still rested on the floor. His heads was in his hands, breathing deeply. Finally after what seemed like hours he got up and stood squarely in front of the pair.
"How long has this been going on for?" His face showed no emotion. Ginny spoke first.
"Since the first Quidditch match of last year. November time." Ron's breath fought to escape its prison. Ron was trying to keep his fiery temper under wraps.
"Who else knows?" was his next query.
"No body. Not even Hermione." Harry replied. The rain was making him shiver now and his body pleaded to go back to the warmth of the burrow. "You're the only one, Ron."
Ron didn't say anything, and the other two held their breath. In the end he smiled and clapped Harry on the back.
"I'm just glad it's you mate!" Harry's face cracked into a grin and they both hugged each other tightly in a manly hug. Ginny was next in line, so happy that Ron hadn't killed them both.
"Oh my god, I can't wait to see the other's faces!" Ron squealed as the trio ran down the rest of the hill together, laughing as before.
An hour later they were back at the burrow drying by the fire in the sitting room drinking hot chocolate. Harry and Ginny had refrained from kissing in front of him, because when they did Ron held his breath and counted to ten in his head to stop from lashing out at them. But they still held each other's defrosting hands. The trio laughed and talked until dinnertime, when Mrs Weasley came in and told them to quit it and make themselves useful.
"This is so great!" Ron giggled with excitement. He was almost bubbling over with it now. He was like a little child that knew a secret about Santa Claus or something.
They all laughed as they set up the table for dinner. They juggled with the knives and played Frisbee with the plates. Ginny wore her soaking wet hair up in a makeshift turban, which kept falling out during the festivities. She impatiently flicked the towel out of her face each time, wearing an irritated growl. Ron and Harry took the piss out of her for ages, much to Ginny's displeasure.
Once the three teenagers, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George were seated they began to eat their rich meal (rabbit and chicken casserole with cheese and hot potatoes and other vegetables). Everybody had something to say about his or her day, and they all laughed over what happened to the twins in the joke shop. Some old lady came in looking for something for her young grandson. She touched a box of Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, and she went flying around the store and out the door into the busy street of Diagon alley. It had taken hours to clear up. "You should've seen the Gringott's goblins faces! One of them got flattened!"
Suddenly as the were serving up the dessert (homemade strawberry ice-cream) their was a knock at the back door. The rain was still hammering hard, but it was an unmistakable knock.
"Will you see who it is, Ron dear?" Mrs Weasley sighed, still spooning the entire carton onto Harry's plate. Ron got up and walked to the back door, tripping over the cat. There was a clap of thunder and a streak of lightning. The cat scatted faster than the lightning. "Bloody animal," Ron muttered as he reached for the door. The door opened to reveal-
"Hermione!"
Hermione stood in the doorway in a drenched over coat and an icy expression. Her face was white with cold and her mascara was dripping down to her chin.
"Hello Ron," She croaked to her friend. She glided into the room her lips chattering in time to the cha-cha. She didn't say any more words until Harry came over. Ginny followed suit, wearing her fretful face. She looked like a rabbit stuck in the headlights.
"Hey, Hermione. What's up?" He put his hands on his friend's arms and he realised she was way too cold to be alive. "I'll tell you later, Harry. I just.I jut need some.some.warmth." Tears were streaming down her face as her blue lips turned even bluer. The three of them ushered the human ice- block towards the stove so she could de-frost. They gave Mr and Mrs Weasley an explanation, and they gladly accepted it, giving Hermione a hot cup of hot chocolate to ease the frozen girl.
Hey! Cheers for the reviews guys. It's really good to have people reading this! Anyways, disclaimers. Harry Potter and all that ain't mine (though I wish they were.all that money pouring in.) but you lot know already they belong to JKR, the genius. Nevertheless, I shall leave you lot now to get reviewing! Please? Pretty please? Tee hee hee. I'll love ya and leave ya -Frey xxx