Chapter 5
( Sorry about how long it took for the updates of my stories. I have had been ill since Saturday and I'm still ill now yet here I am, sat my computer updating all my Fics. *Cough* *Sniff.* Anyway, on with Episode 4 )
Jerald held the wand elegantly between his fore finger and thumb. It was lighter than he expected. Thoughts crossed through his mind as he picked up the hand carved magical tool. Will this work if I try to use it ? Will it hurt me ? Will it damage the wand. He spun it like a drummer would spin a drum stick so that it landed in the palm of his hand. What was it Hermione had said to fix Harry's Glasses ?
"Octo Proddo !" Jerald yelled as he flicked the wand at the dustpan. Nothing. "I knew it wouldn't work," Jerald muttered into the silence and as he turned around he was surprised to see that Ron had arrived. He held a bag in his right hand and a basket of flowers in the other. He looked flushed yet not tired. And excited yet worried.
"Ron ?" Jerald asked. The red head almost jumped out of his shoes and then stared at the wand in Jerald's hand.
"My wand ?" Ron muttered, almost in an accusing tone. Jerald handed it to him and Ron handed him a bag which was full of Bows and ribbons. "What were you doing with my wand ?" Jerald pointed like a scolded puppy at the broken ornament and Ron gasped.
"Is that ?" He began, "Ginny's glass Phoenix ?" Jerald nodded. Ron dropped his bag and turned to the door. His head swung back around in an almost eerie movement. "Hide it."
"No," Jerald muttered, now fearing for his relationship, "Fix it with your wand !"
"I can't," Ron admitted, carrying his bags over to Hermione's room. "It's magic proof."
~*~*~*~*
"Blue tack ?" Ginny asked as her farther explained to her. "What in Merlin's beard is blue tack ?" Mr Weasly wished he had a sensible answer that could solve the problem, but he didn't.
"I don't know," He said glumly as Mrs Weasly looked around the place. Mrs Weasly was amazed by the drawings. Did the Muggles in these painted portraits really know how to shot lasers from their fingers or walk through walls. If the did the Wizard world was seriously underestimating them.
"Ah well, I expect it's important," Ginny added before climbing into the finished work cupboard with a load of teddies. Mrs Weasly walked into the bedroom, nobody stopped her.
"Arthur I so glad it's only you," Jerald muttered as he stuck his head through a tiny gap in the door. Arthur froze. It wasn't just him but how could he tell the Muggle that without them getting caught in the act, "Apparently it's magic proof," Jerald pressed on, giving the game away. He entered the room with the dustpan in his left hand and a bunch of flowers in the other."
"What are the flowers for ?" Arthur asked, he could now see his daughter beaming from the cupboard door.
"A sorry for breaking the phoenix."
"But I broke the phoenix !" Arthur said in a too loud voice. He was talking to Ginny and Mr Weasly, who was now listening by the door. Ginny giggled, never one for acting her farther, and suddenly Jerald spotted her.
"Ginny, I…" He was about to explain about the phoenix and protect Arthur when Ginny grabbed him in a huge hug. Her hair felt warm and soft on his face he body seemed to match his perfectly. They were destined to be together, this Muggle and this witch.
"Jerry," No one had ever called him Jerry before, it sounded like he was a cartoon mouse, but Ginny pulled it off, "I know that my dad broke it, so calm down, sit down and I'll make you a cup of tea."
Mrs Weasly was almost about to mention she would love some tea before Arthur jammed her lightly in the ribs. They apperated back to the burrow as Ginny flicked on the kettle.
"So your not mad at me ?" Jerald asked, brushing his stupidly girly hair from his face.
"Why would I be mad at you ?" A rhetorical question, " I'm not even mad at my farther. It was an accident and anyway it's kind of like a turning of a new page."
"How come ?" Jerald asked. The page turner sounding like a cool comic characters name.
"Well, If boyfriends were chapters, then firstly my book would only have three chapters, and a prologue."
"Prologue ?"
"I fancied Harry for about four years." Jerald nodded then suddenly became filled with an un explainable jealousy. "But anyway the smashing of that Phoenix is like the end of the Dean Thomus chapter and the start of the Jerald S. Scott-Lee chapter."
"And how long does that chapter last ?" Jerald asked as Ginny arrived sat on his lap.
"Till the end of the book," She said as they kissed.
~*~*~*~
It took six hours but Ron had to put it down as his best achievement in the history of his life. Gold and Red ribbons, Gryffindor colours, hung from the ceiling mirror and desk, then flowers all over the bed and floor and finally a giant banner in the centre of the room (Hung from the light shade, wardrobe door and window) that read, in giant golden letters, "I love you Hermione, with all my heart."
Ron smiled and deep inside his heart was filled with a warm, fuzzy sensation. Hermione would finally find out, He was madly in love with her.
( A/N : Thanks for waiting for this chapter, *Sniff* As I say, I was ill. Don't miss the next one, it's a gonna rock ! )
( Sorry about how long it took for the updates of my stories. I have had been ill since Saturday and I'm still ill now yet here I am, sat my computer updating all my Fics. *Cough* *Sniff.* Anyway, on with Episode 4 )
Jerald held the wand elegantly between his fore finger and thumb. It was lighter than he expected. Thoughts crossed through his mind as he picked up the hand carved magical tool. Will this work if I try to use it ? Will it hurt me ? Will it damage the wand. He spun it like a drummer would spin a drum stick so that it landed in the palm of his hand. What was it Hermione had said to fix Harry's Glasses ?
"Octo Proddo !" Jerald yelled as he flicked the wand at the dustpan. Nothing. "I knew it wouldn't work," Jerald muttered into the silence and as he turned around he was surprised to see that Ron had arrived. He held a bag in his right hand and a basket of flowers in the other. He looked flushed yet not tired. And excited yet worried.
"Ron ?" Jerald asked. The red head almost jumped out of his shoes and then stared at the wand in Jerald's hand.
"My wand ?" Ron muttered, almost in an accusing tone. Jerald handed it to him and Ron handed him a bag which was full of Bows and ribbons. "What were you doing with my wand ?" Jerald pointed like a scolded puppy at the broken ornament and Ron gasped.
"Is that ?" He began, "Ginny's glass Phoenix ?" Jerald nodded. Ron dropped his bag and turned to the door. His head swung back around in an almost eerie movement. "Hide it."
"No," Jerald muttered, now fearing for his relationship, "Fix it with your wand !"
"I can't," Ron admitted, carrying his bags over to Hermione's room. "It's magic proof."
~*~*~*~*
"Blue tack ?" Ginny asked as her farther explained to her. "What in Merlin's beard is blue tack ?" Mr Weasly wished he had a sensible answer that could solve the problem, but he didn't.
"I don't know," He said glumly as Mrs Weasly looked around the place. Mrs Weasly was amazed by the drawings. Did the Muggles in these painted portraits really know how to shot lasers from their fingers or walk through walls. If the did the Wizard world was seriously underestimating them.
"Ah well, I expect it's important," Ginny added before climbing into the finished work cupboard with a load of teddies. Mrs Weasly walked into the bedroom, nobody stopped her.
"Arthur I so glad it's only you," Jerald muttered as he stuck his head through a tiny gap in the door. Arthur froze. It wasn't just him but how could he tell the Muggle that without them getting caught in the act, "Apparently it's magic proof," Jerald pressed on, giving the game away. He entered the room with the dustpan in his left hand and a bunch of flowers in the other."
"What are the flowers for ?" Arthur asked, he could now see his daughter beaming from the cupboard door.
"A sorry for breaking the phoenix."
"But I broke the phoenix !" Arthur said in a too loud voice. He was talking to Ginny and Mr Weasly, who was now listening by the door. Ginny giggled, never one for acting her farther, and suddenly Jerald spotted her.
"Ginny, I…" He was about to explain about the phoenix and protect Arthur when Ginny grabbed him in a huge hug. Her hair felt warm and soft on his face he body seemed to match his perfectly. They were destined to be together, this Muggle and this witch.
"Jerry," No one had ever called him Jerry before, it sounded like he was a cartoon mouse, but Ginny pulled it off, "I know that my dad broke it, so calm down, sit down and I'll make you a cup of tea."
Mrs Weasly was almost about to mention she would love some tea before Arthur jammed her lightly in the ribs. They apperated back to the burrow as Ginny flicked on the kettle.
"So your not mad at me ?" Jerald asked, brushing his stupidly girly hair from his face.
"Why would I be mad at you ?" A rhetorical question, " I'm not even mad at my farther. It was an accident and anyway it's kind of like a turning of a new page."
"How come ?" Jerald asked. The page turner sounding like a cool comic characters name.
"Well, If boyfriends were chapters, then firstly my book would only have three chapters, and a prologue."
"Prologue ?"
"I fancied Harry for about four years." Jerald nodded then suddenly became filled with an un explainable jealousy. "But anyway the smashing of that Phoenix is like the end of the Dean Thomus chapter and the start of the Jerald S. Scott-Lee chapter."
"And how long does that chapter last ?" Jerald asked as Ginny arrived sat on his lap.
"Till the end of the book," She said as they kissed.
~*~*~*~
It took six hours but Ron had to put it down as his best achievement in the history of his life. Gold and Red ribbons, Gryffindor colours, hung from the ceiling mirror and desk, then flowers all over the bed and floor and finally a giant banner in the centre of the room (Hung from the light shade, wardrobe door and window) that read, in giant golden letters, "I love you Hermione, with all my heart."
Ron smiled and deep inside his heart was filled with a warm, fuzzy sensation. Hermione would finally find out, He was madly in love with her.
( A/N : Thanks for waiting for this chapter, *Sniff* As I say, I was ill. Don't miss the next one, it's a gonna rock ! )