New people - and a shock
In her dreaminess Hermione suddenly caught sight of Ron's open mouth and shocked face through the gap in the door as Harry closed it. However, Hermione wasn't too bothered by it and let Harry fall all over her. They pulled each other even closer. Harry thought, why didn't I do this before? Why didn't I tell Hermione earlier? She's going to be mine! Hermione felt a warm glow surrounding her. It was the feeling of someone or something cuddling you closely and gently, and she loved it. She didn't even protest when Harry pressed close against her. All she wanted was to stop time and for that wonderful moment to never end.
They stayed together in each other's company for most of the afternoon. Strangely enough, no-one came up to look for them. Just as this thought occurred to Harry, he froze. What if someone saw. . . oh, to hell with that, Harry thought, cuddling closer to Hermione who was dozing against his shoulder. That won't mean anything. What matters now is that we have a good time. Just at that point when Harry touched Hermione on her cheek and kissed her on the lips, the door opened.
"Dear lord," gasped Ginny. "What in the name of Merlin are you two doing?"
Hermione broke her lips free from Harry's glue-like grip on her lips.
"Er . . . we weren't doing anyth - "
"We were having fun while you interrupted." Harry cut in, glaring at Ginny.
"Harry! He doesn't know what he's saying," Hermione hurriedly clamped her hand over Harry's mouth and grinned nervously.
"Um . . . I take it that I'm not supposed to be here?" Ginny smiled.
"You're just not going to tell anybody?" Hermione asked with her mouth wide open.
"Well . . . yeah," Ginny shrugged and grinned. "I've seen Bill and Fleur in bed before when I accidentally stumbled into their room. I've also seen Charlie and his girlfriend and Bill and his ex-girlfriend. I've seen a lot of people in bed before, so I won't tell anyone."
"Oh . . .ok then. I think Harry's a bit too dreamy, don't you?" Hermione pointed at Harry and chuckled.
"Yeah. Listen, you two had better go downstairs. Everyone's a bit suspicious and Mum's going ballistic, she thinks something's happened to you two."
"Ok. I'll head downstairs just as soon as I get this doofus off the bed and into his clothes."
"Hey! They're finally here!" Bill hollered to his mum, "MUM!!! They're finally downstairs! Can we eat now? I'm starved."
"Yes, yes, we can eat now," Mrs Weasley walked into the kitchen holding a big bowl of stew and several bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey floated beside her. "Hello, Harry, dear, Charlie and his girlfriend Sara Applins are back from Romania. So are Bill and Fleur from Egypt."
"Hi, Harry! I don't suppose you've met Sara?" Charlie indicated the blonde- haired girl next to him.
Harry's eyes settled onto the blonde-haired girl sitting next to Charlie. She would have been prettier if dirt wasn't strewn all over her robes. Charlie must have met her when they were probably working together, Harry thought, eyeing Sara's robes with slight distaste. She had blue eyes like Charlie's, and had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. Harry looked down and noticed that her shoes weren't made up of leather, but of dragon hide before Hermione nudged him sharply on the shoulder. That was the cue saying, stop looking at that girl before I . . . Harry sighed. That was so like Hermione. Taking a nervous glance at Hermione who was talking to Mr Weasley animatedly, and satisfied that she wasn't going to look at him, Harry took a glance at Fleur Delacour who was dressed in light green robes and looking around slightly disapprovingly.
Fleur Delacour (as you all readers know) was half-Veela, her grandmother being one herself. Her silvery hair kept reflecting light and shining brightly, and her beautiful figure could send any boy toppling down to their knees. Fleur already had her eyes on Bill and had several "English lessons" before going out with Bill.
Mrs Weasley came into the room carrying an enormous bowl of soup and a ladle.
"Come on, people, let's dig in!" Charlie soon disappeared behind a huge mound of potatoes. Sara smiled at him and wiped her hands before eating delicately.
Harry, while eating, took a peek at Ron behind the "wall" of Butterbeer bottles. He could tell that Ron was silently fuming, stony-faced, as he tucked into his shepherd's pie. As he took a swig of Butterbeer, he looked straight at the Butterbeer bottles Harry was hiding behind. Harry had a strange feeling Ron knew he was looking and quickly turned back to his steak, acting as if he had been eating his meal before.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered and nudged Harry.
Harry choked on his meat.
"What?!" Harry choked. "I almost choked to death."
"Oh pull yourself together," Hermione hissed impatiently, watching Ron eat tentatively. "You know what I want to talk about."
"Oh, just leave him alone. He'll quieth down affdher a while."
"What?" Hermione muttered, disgusted at Harry's table manners. "Oh, never mind. L-lets just leave him alone."
"Finished." Harry placed down his knife and fork. "Oooh . . . I think I must have gained at least a few pounds . . ."
"You're right, by the looks of your tummy," Hermione swallowed her last piece of pie. "Shall we go for a walk?"
"Sure."
Most of the Weasleys had finished their dinner and were seated in the dining room. Mrs Weasley was sewing a colorful sweater. Mr Weasley was reading The Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow. Bill and Fleur were talking. Fleur was trying very hard to speak perfect English by the looks of her strained expression. Charlie, Sara and Ron were nowhere to be seen. Thinking that Ron had gone upstairs, Harry opened the door for Hermione and they stepped out into the cool night air.
Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulder. A clear full moon was hanging in the sky and crickets were making "crick, crick" noises through the night silence. Even Harry could spot some gnomes sneaking around The Burrow through the dark, determined to break into the Weasleys' house and steal something.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Look over there," Hermione whispered, pointing towards some rose bushes.
There, behind the bushes, were two dark outlines. It was clear that it was Charlie and Sara, determined to conceal themselves and have some privacy, were hiding behind the rose bushes. They probably don't know that they can be seen perfectly from here, Harry thought, cracking up with silent laughter.
Charlie and Sara were kissing, by the looks of their shadows. Harry looked at them, looked at Hermione, and grinned at her.
"Of course, love boy," Hermione sat on Harry's lap and placed her arms around Harry's neck. She is sooooo ravishing, Harry thought, and his lips were just about to glue together with Hermione's when -
"What are you two doing?"
Thinking that it was Ginny again, the couple continued kissing, Harry's lips making contact with Hermione's neck. Hermione was experiencing that same warm, glowing feeling when suddenly -
"STOP IT!"
Harry and Hermione were forced apart. Harry looked accusingly at the person who had intruded into their privacy when he realized that it was . . . you guessed it, Ron.
"H-Harry . . . Mum wants to see you about your robes. She thinks they're . . . t-t-too s-small," Ron said jerkily. "Hurry. S-She's getting impatient.
"O-Okay. Stay here. I'll be right back." Harry assured Hermione before giving her a quick kiss.
Ron sat down beside Hermione on the bench.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" was Ron's opening line. "Just like you."
"Y-Yeah, Ron," Hermione muttered nervously, edging further away from Ron.
Ron put his arm around Hermione's shoulder. Hermione shook Ron's arm off, getting up from the bench.
"Ron! What are you doing?"
"Hermione, did you know that from the moment I saw you, I liked you straight away?" Ron got up from the bench too and stepped closer towards Hermione.
"W-What do you mean?" Hermione backed away against a tree.
"I mean, that Harry is nothing but a betrayer," Ron said angrily. "He knew I liked you and yet, he stole you away from me. I'm better than him. I'm a prefect. He's just a lowly student."
"You sound like Malfoy," said Hermione furiously. "Why have you become like him? You hate him."
"Well, too bad," Ron shrugged his shoulders mockingly and placed his hands onto the tree Hermione was leaning against, cornering her. "Because now, what I'm about to do is what he might do to you if he liked you."
Without any warning, Ron's mouth was on Hermione's, trying to invade it. Hermione tried to scream, but it was too late. She struggled, but Ron's suddenly strong hands stopped her from making any movement. As Ron's hand traveled up under Hermione's sweater, Hermione had a brainwave.
She passionately kissed Ron back placing her hands around his waist. Ron's hands relaxed and released all hold of Hermione's body. Hermione's hands wrapped around Ron's neck and just when Ron was about to unsnap her bra, she kneaded his groin.
Ron moaned with pain, dropping to the ground. Hermione tried to get back into the house, but Ron grabbed her legs and she tripped, falling unto the grass. Ron pulled her back up viciously and was just about to force a kiss on her again when -
"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RON???"
Charlie and Harry had appeared, both having an extremely shocked look on their faces. They ran towards them and in one swift movement, Charlie pulled Ron, who was struggling hard, away from Hermione and Harry held her protectively, whispering words of comfort to her, trying to cease her flow of tears.
"What in the world were you thinking, Ron?!" Charlie yelled at Ron who was suddenly looking ashamed of himself. "What came over you?! Look what you've done!!"
"It's alright . . . Hermione . . . Shhh . . . I'm here," Harry said in a soothing voice as he rubbed Hermione gently on the back.
"I - I dunno w-what happened, H-Harry," Hermione choked, tears streaming down her face. "R-Ron j-j-just came over m-me and - a-a-and - he - " Hermione dissolved in another wave of tears.
"You IDIOT!!!" Harry yelled at Ron. Red-faced with fury, he led Hermione back into the house.
Ron was in shock. How on earth had he done that? I have become as lowly as that stupid Malfoy, Ron thought. Now Hermione's gonna hate me forever. So will Harry. Oh, why on earth did I do that? Ron sank unto the bench, head in his hands. How am I ever going to clear up this mess? How, oh how??
a/n: hmmm...looks like Ron's in trouble. What's he gonna do??? You have to read my next chap to find out! Oh, this is a new fourth chapter that I wrote, because not a lot of people liked it. Bye, folks!
In her dreaminess Hermione suddenly caught sight of Ron's open mouth and shocked face through the gap in the door as Harry closed it. However, Hermione wasn't too bothered by it and let Harry fall all over her. They pulled each other even closer. Harry thought, why didn't I do this before? Why didn't I tell Hermione earlier? She's going to be mine! Hermione felt a warm glow surrounding her. It was the feeling of someone or something cuddling you closely and gently, and she loved it. She didn't even protest when Harry pressed close against her. All she wanted was to stop time and for that wonderful moment to never end.
They stayed together in each other's company for most of the afternoon. Strangely enough, no-one came up to look for them. Just as this thought occurred to Harry, he froze. What if someone saw. . . oh, to hell with that, Harry thought, cuddling closer to Hermione who was dozing against his shoulder. That won't mean anything. What matters now is that we have a good time. Just at that point when Harry touched Hermione on her cheek and kissed her on the lips, the door opened.
"Dear lord," gasped Ginny. "What in the name of Merlin are you two doing?"
Hermione broke her lips free from Harry's glue-like grip on her lips.
"Er . . . we weren't doing anyth - "
"We were having fun while you interrupted." Harry cut in, glaring at Ginny.
"Harry! He doesn't know what he's saying," Hermione hurriedly clamped her hand over Harry's mouth and grinned nervously.
"Um . . . I take it that I'm not supposed to be here?" Ginny smiled.
"You're just not going to tell anybody?" Hermione asked with her mouth wide open.
"Well . . . yeah," Ginny shrugged and grinned. "I've seen Bill and Fleur in bed before when I accidentally stumbled into their room. I've also seen Charlie and his girlfriend and Bill and his ex-girlfriend. I've seen a lot of people in bed before, so I won't tell anyone."
"Oh . . .ok then. I think Harry's a bit too dreamy, don't you?" Hermione pointed at Harry and chuckled.
"Yeah. Listen, you two had better go downstairs. Everyone's a bit suspicious and Mum's going ballistic, she thinks something's happened to you two."
"Ok. I'll head downstairs just as soon as I get this doofus off the bed and into his clothes."
"Hey! They're finally here!" Bill hollered to his mum, "MUM!!! They're finally downstairs! Can we eat now? I'm starved."
"Yes, yes, we can eat now," Mrs Weasley walked into the kitchen holding a big bowl of stew and several bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey floated beside her. "Hello, Harry, dear, Charlie and his girlfriend Sara Applins are back from Romania. So are Bill and Fleur from Egypt."
"Hi, Harry! I don't suppose you've met Sara?" Charlie indicated the blonde- haired girl next to him.
Harry's eyes settled onto the blonde-haired girl sitting next to Charlie. She would have been prettier if dirt wasn't strewn all over her robes. Charlie must have met her when they were probably working together, Harry thought, eyeing Sara's robes with slight distaste. She had blue eyes like Charlie's, and had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. Harry looked down and noticed that her shoes weren't made up of leather, but of dragon hide before Hermione nudged him sharply on the shoulder. That was the cue saying, stop looking at that girl before I . . . Harry sighed. That was so like Hermione. Taking a nervous glance at Hermione who was talking to Mr Weasley animatedly, and satisfied that she wasn't going to look at him, Harry took a glance at Fleur Delacour who was dressed in light green robes and looking around slightly disapprovingly.
Fleur Delacour (as you all readers know) was half-Veela, her grandmother being one herself. Her silvery hair kept reflecting light and shining brightly, and her beautiful figure could send any boy toppling down to their knees. Fleur already had her eyes on Bill and had several "English lessons" before going out with Bill.
Mrs Weasley came into the room carrying an enormous bowl of soup and a ladle.
"Come on, people, let's dig in!" Charlie soon disappeared behind a huge mound of potatoes. Sara smiled at him and wiped her hands before eating delicately.
Harry, while eating, took a peek at Ron behind the "wall" of Butterbeer bottles. He could tell that Ron was silently fuming, stony-faced, as he tucked into his shepherd's pie. As he took a swig of Butterbeer, he looked straight at the Butterbeer bottles Harry was hiding behind. Harry had a strange feeling Ron knew he was looking and quickly turned back to his steak, acting as if he had been eating his meal before.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered and nudged Harry.
Harry choked on his meat.
"What?!" Harry choked. "I almost choked to death."
"Oh pull yourself together," Hermione hissed impatiently, watching Ron eat tentatively. "You know what I want to talk about."
"Oh, just leave him alone. He'll quieth down affdher a while."
"What?" Hermione muttered, disgusted at Harry's table manners. "Oh, never mind. L-lets just leave him alone."
"Finished." Harry placed down his knife and fork. "Oooh . . . I think I must have gained at least a few pounds . . ."
"You're right, by the looks of your tummy," Hermione swallowed her last piece of pie. "Shall we go for a walk?"
"Sure."
Most of the Weasleys had finished their dinner and were seated in the dining room. Mrs Weasley was sewing a colorful sweater. Mr Weasley was reading The Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow. Bill and Fleur were talking. Fleur was trying very hard to speak perfect English by the looks of her strained expression. Charlie, Sara and Ron were nowhere to be seen. Thinking that Ron had gone upstairs, Harry opened the door for Hermione and they stepped out into the cool night air.
Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulder. A clear full moon was hanging in the sky and crickets were making "crick, crick" noises through the night silence. Even Harry could spot some gnomes sneaking around The Burrow through the dark, determined to break into the Weasleys' house and steal something.
"Harry?"
"What?"
"Look over there," Hermione whispered, pointing towards some rose bushes.
There, behind the bushes, were two dark outlines. It was clear that it was Charlie and Sara, determined to conceal themselves and have some privacy, were hiding behind the rose bushes. They probably don't know that they can be seen perfectly from here, Harry thought, cracking up with silent laughter.
Charlie and Sara were kissing, by the looks of their shadows. Harry looked at them, looked at Hermione, and grinned at her.
"Of course, love boy," Hermione sat on Harry's lap and placed her arms around Harry's neck. She is sooooo ravishing, Harry thought, and his lips were just about to glue together with Hermione's when -
"What are you two doing?"
Thinking that it was Ginny again, the couple continued kissing, Harry's lips making contact with Hermione's neck. Hermione was experiencing that same warm, glowing feeling when suddenly -
"STOP IT!"
Harry and Hermione were forced apart. Harry looked accusingly at the person who had intruded into their privacy when he realized that it was . . . you guessed it, Ron.
"H-Harry . . . Mum wants to see you about your robes. She thinks they're . . . t-t-too s-small," Ron said jerkily. "Hurry. S-She's getting impatient.
"O-Okay. Stay here. I'll be right back." Harry assured Hermione before giving her a quick kiss.
Ron sat down beside Hermione on the bench.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" was Ron's opening line. "Just like you."
"Y-Yeah, Ron," Hermione muttered nervously, edging further away from Ron.
Ron put his arm around Hermione's shoulder. Hermione shook Ron's arm off, getting up from the bench.
"Ron! What are you doing?"
"Hermione, did you know that from the moment I saw you, I liked you straight away?" Ron got up from the bench too and stepped closer towards Hermione.
"W-What do you mean?" Hermione backed away against a tree.
"I mean, that Harry is nothing but a betrayer," Ron said angrily. "He knew I liked you and yet, he stole you away from me. I'm better than him. I'm a prefect. He's just a lowly student."
"You sound like Malfoy," said Hermione furiously. "Why have you become like him? You hate him."
"Well, too bad," Ron shrugged his shoulders mockingly and placed his hands onto the tree Hermione was leaning against, cornering her. "Because now, what I'm about to do is what he might do to you if he liked you."
Without any warning, Ron's mouth was on Hermione's, trying to invade it. Hermione tried to scream, but it was too late. She struggled, but Ron's suddenly strong hands stopped her from making any movement. As Ron's hand traveled up under Hermione's sweater, Hermione had a brainwave.
She passionately kissed Ron back placing her hands around his waist. Ron's hands relaxed and released all hold of Hermione's body. Hermione's hands wrapped around Ron's neck and just when Ron was about to unsnap her bra, she kneaded his groin.
Ron moaned with pain, dropping to the ground. Hermione tried to get back into the house, but Ron grabbed her legs and she tripped, falling unto the grass. Ron pulled her back up viciously and was just about to force a kiss on her again when -
"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RON???"
Charlie and Harry had appeared, both having an extremely shocked look on their faces. They ran towards them and in one swift movement, Charlie pulled Ron, who was struggling hard, away from Hermione and Harry held her protectively, whispering words of comfort to her, trying to cease her flow of tears.
"What in the world were you thinking, Ron?!" Charlie yelled at Ron who was suddenly looking ashamed of himself. "What came over you?! Look what you've done!!"
"It's alright . . . Hermione . . . Shhh . . . I'm here," Harry said in a soothing voice as he rubbed Hermione gently on the back.
"I - I dunno w-what happened, H-Harry," Hermione choked, tears streaming down her face. "R-Ron j-j-just came over m-me and - a-a-and - he - " Hermione dissolved in another wave of tears.
"You IDIOT!!!" Harry yelled at Ron. Red-faced with fury, he led Hermione back into the house.
Ron was in shock. How on earth had he done that? I have become as lowly as that stupid Malfoy, Ron thought. Now Hermione's gonna hate me forever. So will Harry. Oh, why on earth did I do that? Ron sank unto the bench, head in his hands. How am I ever going to clear up this mess? How, oh how??
a/n: hmmm...looks like Ron's in trouble. What's he gonna do??? You have to read my next chap to find out! Oh, this is a new fourth chapter that I wrote, because not a lot of people liked it. Bye, folks!