CHAPTER 3
"I don't get it," Ron spoke quietly as he stared at the view of London, "What does this Will guy have that I don't ?" Jerald couldn't give him an answer. Instead he flicked his silky dirty blonde hair behind his ear so that he could see properly and took himself out another cola from the cooler. Jerald's balcony was great. Three deck chairs, a cooler and a view. Harry and Ron often visited.
"Accio Cola," Ron muttered and flicked his wand. The can flew towards him landing neatly in his hand. Jerald didn't even give Ron a wow anymore, he had seen it too many times. Ron had let out that he was a wizard last Christmas when he drunkenly petrified the old people form across the hallway. After that Jerald started to notice that Hermione and Harry acted weird around him and, along with the fact that Ron's apartment was twice as big inside than it was from the outside, that led Jerald to the conclusion that all three could perform magic.
"Have you met him ?"
"Huh ?"
"Have you met him ?" Jerald said again slowly, opening his second cola. "Because you said he was in the bedroom." Ron nodded. He wasn't sure where Jerald was going but his Muggle friend usually had some good points. Like the time Ron had thought that the Muggles wouldn't notice if Ron had his own Magic carpet. Jerald put him straight A drizzle broke out slowly and Ron groaned.
"It just seems to me," Jerald muttered as they made their way back into to Jerald's apartment, "That as neither of us has met the guy we have no right to judge him. For all we know he could be the greatest guy in the world." Ron hated the idea but Jerald could be right. The stepped in through the balcony door and Ron walked past the battered brown sofa and towards the door. To be perfectly honest the only reason Ron ever visited Jerald's flat, apart from his company, was the balcony, the rest of the apartment sucked. Tacky orange curtains, small TV, broken fridge, the house was tidy but not great.
"Well I think I'll pop in and see him," Ron added before opening the door. Jerald nodded. Back to the art work.
~*~*~*~
Hermione stared at Will as he slowly munched on the toast she had prepared for him. With the copy of the Daily Mail in one hand and his tea cup in the other Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. In the light of the kitchen he looked even better than he had the night before. This is the one, Hermione told herself as she too took a sip of tea.
"So when do you start work ?" Will asked putting his paper down and turning to the Muggle born. Hermione turned to the clock. It was half twelve. She could still make it to work if she tried.
"I don't work on Fridays." She lied. Will nodded.
"Well do you want to meet up tonight ?"
"Sure." And at that Will made his way to the apartment door. Hermione walked with him. They exchanged a loving kiss, Hermione jotted down her phone number (Will muttered something about his phone being busted) and then Will left. Ten seconds past while Hermione walked over to her bedroom. She would go to work after all.
"So where is he ?" Ron said as he strolled out of his bedroom. He had apperated from the lift.
"He went home," Hermione added sadly. Suddenly a spark of filled Ron's body, starting at his toes and shooting it's way upward. He smiled and sat down on the sofa.
"But you can met him tonight if you want." Hermione said suddenly and Ron's head slid down the sofa and landed gentle on a pillow.
"I'll do that," Ron muttered through gritted teeth as he reached for the remote.
"I don't get it," Ron spoke quietly as he stared at the view of London, "What does this Will guy have that I don't ?" Jerald couldn't give him an answer. Instead he flicked his silky dirty blonde hair behind his ear so that he could see properly and took himself out another cola from the cooler. Jerald's balcony was great. Three deck chairs, a cooler and a view. Harry and Ron often visited.
"Accio Cola," Ron muttered and flicked his wand. The can flew towards him landing neatly in his hand. Jerald didn't even give Ron a wow anymore, he had seen it too many times. Ron had let out that he was a wizard last Christmas when he drunkenly petrified the old people form across the hallway. After that Jerald started to notice that Hermione and Harry acted weird around him and, along with the fact that Ron's apartment was twice as big inside than it was from the outside, that led Jerald to the conclusion that all three could perform magic.
"Have you met him ?"
"Huh ?"
"Have you met him ?" Jerald said again slowly, opening his second cola. "Because you said he was in the bedroom." Ron nodded. He wasn't sure where Jerald was going but his Muggle friend usually had some good points. Like the time Ron had thought that the Muggles wouldn't notice if Ron had his own Magic carpet. Jerald put him straight A drizzle broke out slowly and Ron groaned.
"It just seems to me," Jerald muttered as they made their way back into to Jerald's apartment, "That as neither of us has met the guy we have no right to judge him. For all we know he could be the greatest guy in the world." Ron hated the idea but Jerald could be right. The stepped in through the balcony door and Ron walked past the battered brown sofa and towards the door. To be perfectly honest the only reason Ron ever visited Jerald's flat, apart from his company, was the balcony, the rest of the apartment sucked. Tacky orange curtains, small TV, broken fridge, the house was tidy but not great.
"Well I think I'll pop in and see him," Ron added before opening the door. Jerald nodded. Back to the art work.
~*~*~*~
Hermione stared at Will as he slowly munched on the toast she had prepared for him. With the copy of the Daily Mail in one hand and his tea cup in the other Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. In the light of the kitchen he looked even better than he had the night before. This is the one, Hermione told herself as she too took a sip of tea.
"So when do you start work ?" Will asked putting his paper down and turning to the Muggle born. Hermione turned to the clock. It was half twelve. She could still make it to work if she tried.
"I don't work on Fridays." She lied. Will nodded.
"Well do you want to meet up tonight ?"
"Sure." And at that Will made his way to the apartment door. Hermione walked with him. They exchanged a loving kiss, Hermione jotted down her phone number (Will muttered something about his phone being busted) and then Will left. Ten seconds past while Hermione walked over to her bedroom. She would go to work after all.
"So where is he ?" Ron said as he strolled out of his bedroom. He had apperated from the lift.
"He went home," Hermione added sadly. Suddenly a spark of filled Ron's body, starting at his toes and shooting it's way upward. He smiled and sat down on the sofa.
"But you can met him tonight if you want." Hermione said suddenly and Ron's head slid down the sofa and landed gentle on a pillow.
"I'll do that," Ron muttered through gritted teeth as he reached for the remote.