Magic in the South
Chapter 3: Louisiana, Here We Come!
Thank you to all my reviewers- you mean so much to me!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of these characters.
Now... On with the show!
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"Hermione I have to tell you something..." said Ron as he looked up into her eyes.
"Yes Ron?" asked Hermione, her eyes with a glint of hope in them.
Ron stared at her with blank eyes. 'I can't tell her now,' he thought. 'She wouldn't like me back. What am I doing?'
All of a sudden, Hermione, who was sitting no more than a foot away from him, was fading out of sight. Her voice became softer, yet he could still feel her gently tapping his right shoulder as she called out his name.
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"Ronald Weasley, I am tired of trying to wake you up! I have been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes. No more miss nice lady. GET UP NOW!!!!!!!!" yelled Mrs. Weasley as she jerked him out of his wonderful dream.
Ron groggily rose out of bed and looked across the room at Harry, who was now in the process of putting on his favorite green t-shirt. It was the only one that fit him properly and he had a habit of showing up down the stairs in it at least twice a week. Ron couldn't blame him; he would do the same if he had to wear those huge coats the Dursley's called clothes.
In prevention of further infuriating his mom, Ron got up and walked over to the dresser where his clothes were. As he was putting his clothes on, he looked around the room. Although he didn't mind being at Grimmauld Place, he preferred his bright, orange-color room at his home. But he knew he felt nothing like that of Harry. It must be dreadful to live in the house of his godfather that had just died. He shuddered at the thought and finished getting dressed.
He and Harry descended down the stairs into the kitchen. He was dressed in a simple dark blue shirt that complimented his eyes very well. Harry's shirt was designed in the same fashion, only green. They were both wearing lightly colored blue jeans.
When they walked into the kitchen, they noticed everyone had been awake but them. Considering the fact that they were running late as it was, Harry and Ron rushed through breakfast, practically inhaling it.
When they were done, they hurried back up the stairs to the room they shared and grabbed their trunks. They rarely talked, for talking slow down their routine, and they didn't want to have to face the wrath of Mrs. Weasley today, or any day for that matter.
They battled with their trunks all the way down the stairs, because they kept turning half down each flight, which resulted in one of them tripping over the other. By the time they reached the bottom, they were running late, according to Mrs. Weasley, but as Harry looked at his watch, he thought they had plenty of time to reach the airport.
They all climbed into the car they had borrowed from the ministry (they had become more friendly towards Arthur and the others when they found out the truth about Voldemort). Harry settled himself between Ron and Ginny in the back seat. He, for one, was glad to be leaving the old house. It reminded him too much of Sirius, and he felt that if he spent one more day in that, in his opinion, dreadful house, be would choke. He looked over at Ginny's side. She saw him looking at her, and she quickly looked away blushing a brilliant red color. Harry couldn't figure out why she had done that. He was positive she was over him, yet he had this funny feeling that she may like him. And for some reason, he didn't mind it at all. He even had the slightest feeling that he wanted her to like him. But he couldn't think like that. She deserved someone better than him. He shook his head to stop think, for his head was beginning to hurt, and he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. The rest of the car ride there was pretty uneventful, if you don't the fact that Mr. Weasley stopped at the ticket giver (A/N: I don't know what they are called) and marveled at the ingenious of how it knew just what numbers to put on the ticket. After a few minutes of arguing between Ron's parents, they finally got out of the crammed car and MR. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, and Harry piled into the elevator to the 5th floor of the British Airport where they were supposed to catch their plane. They placed their trunks on trolleys much like those at King's Crossing Station. They looked around at the floor they were on and noticed they were divided into gates. They looked around and found gate 5 and gate 6.
Ginny, who had just pulled out her school list and her ticket, stated, "It says that we get on at gate 5 ¾. I guess we should try and get on at the pole between the gates. It can't be that much different from the train station can it?"
"Well, I suppose you are right. Arthur, will you please try it first to make sure that that is how they get through. Then, if it is, we will follow," said Mrs. Weasley looking at her husband expectantly, before pushing him slightly in the back to give him a head start.
Mr. Weasley looked over his shoulder at his wife, who was now tapping her foot impatiently waiting for him to test the barrier. He looked at the barrier and ran quickly into it and disappeared before the others' eyes. They looked at each other and decided it was the way the got to the plane, so they broke off into pairs and walked through the barrier. Ron and Hermione went first, followed by Harry and Ginny, and finally Mrs. Weasley.
When Ron entered the gate, he looked at the plate they were to take to Louisiana. It was colored the same brilliant color red as the train they took in their previous years at school. They only difference was the ebony wings. They had a great effect on the plane, Ron thought. He was just wondering what the inside looked like when he felt a slight shove form behind.
"Come on Ron, you are blocking the entrance. Besides, we need to get a good seat. I just talked to Hannah Abbott and she said the prefects do not have to sit in a separate compartment, so we can sit with Harry. Come on!" she said pushing Ron towards the door at the end of the plane.
As he walked up the steps, he looked back at his parents and waved. They smiled, waved back to him, and turned towards the barrier, before disappearing into it. He looked around one last time at England before sighing and walking up the last steps onto the plane,
"'Louisiana, here we come" he muttered under his breath as he was dragged by Hermione into the compartment where Ginny and Harry were.
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Later on the Plane...
Ron and Hermione were sitting in a compartment with Harry and Ginny. Harry was sitting on the same side as Ginny was looking out of the window, deep in thought. Across from him were Ron and Hermione. Hermione had been talking about the history of Louisiana for the past half hour. Ron was looking at her half-heartedly, trying desperately to pay attention, but failing miserably.
'Poor guy' thought Harry. 'He likes her so much, otherwise he wouldn't even bother.'
Harry looked down at his hands, which were folded, in his lap. He then looked around the compartment. He smiled as he did this.
'I guess they wanted to keep some things the same. This looks just like the inside of the train.'
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Back to Ron and Hermione...
"Then of course there was the Civil War..."
Ron had decided to tune Hermione out. She did not quit know how to hold an audience. Plus, he enjoyed thinking about something else.
Her in general.
He loved looking at her when she talked about these sort of things, not actually paying attention of course. She was interested in so many things, and had so many dreams. It was one of the many reasons he liked her so much.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard a slight snoring across the room.
Ginny had apparently fallen asleep and fallen on top of Harry's shoulder. HE looked mortified that she was sleeping on him, but he didn't move her, for fear of waking her. He just looked around and laid his head back against the seat before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep himself.
Ron then looked over at Hermione, who was looking tired, herself. He could see why. They had been flying for hours now, and it was becoming dark outside. But the flight was a long one, and they wouldn't even reach the United States coast until the morning.
Ron decided to be brave, He wanted nothing more to have the feeling of Hermione sleeping on his shoulder, and she did look very tired. He decided it was now or never and worked up his nerve.
"Hermione, you look very tired, and these seats aren't very comfortable. Would you like to lie against me?" asked Ron, his hopefulness present in his voice as well as his eyes.
Hermione's mind raced. She couldn't believe he had been so forward. She had never thought that he would like her like that, but she was indeed tired and wanted nothing more than to lie against him while she fell asleep.
She looked up at Ron and nodded her head. Ron was about to burst with happiness, but he tried not to show it. He moved closer to her and she placed her head on his shoulder.
'Maybe he does like me after all!' thought Hermione.
This was the last thought that went through her mind before she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I wanted to get this up as soon as I was done writing it, so there may be some mistakes- sorry for that! I really wanted to get this up sooner than this, but school and family complications stopped that. I will start to try to get up a chapter a week. Hope you can understand and still find time to review for me!!!
Thank you for reading!!
angelface58
Chapter 3: Louisiana, Here We Come!
Thank you to all my reviewers- you mean so much to me!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of these characters.
Now... On with the show!
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"Hermione I have to tell you something..." said Ron as he looked up into her eyes.
"Yes Ron?" asked Hermione, her eyes with a glint of hope in them.
Ron stared at her with blank eyes. 'I can't tell her now,' he thought. 'She wouldn't like me back. What am I doing?'
All of a sudden, Hermione, who was sitting no more than a foot away from him, was fading out of sight. Her voice became softer, yet he could still feel her gently tapping his right shoulder as she called out his name.
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"Ronald Weasley, I am tired of trying to wake you up! I have been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes. No more miss nice lady. GET UP NOW!!!!!!!!" yelled Mrs. Weasley as she jerked him out of his wonderful dream.
Ron groggily rose out of bed and looked across the room at Harry, who was now in the process of putting on his favorite green t-shirt. It was the only one that fit him properly and he had a habit of showing up down the stairs in it at least twice a week. Ron couldn't blame him; he would do the same if he had to wear those huge coats the Dursley's called clothes.
In prevention of further infuriating his mom, Ron got up and walked over to the dresser where his clothes were. As he was putting his clothes on, he looked around the room. Although he didn't mind being at Grimmauld Place, he preferred his bright, orange-color room at his home. But he knew he felt nothing like that of Harry. It must be dreadful to live in the house of his godfather that had just died. He shuddered at the thought and finished getting dressed.
He and Harry descended down the stairs into the kitchen. He was dressed in a simple dark blue shirt that complimented his eyes very well. Harry's shirt was designed in the same fashion, only green. They were both wearing lightly colored blue jeans.
When they walked into the kitchen, they noticed everyone had been awake but them. Considering the fact that they were running late as it was, Harry and Ron rushed through breakfast, practically inhaling it.
When they were done, they hurried back up the stairs to the room they shared and grabbed their trunks. They rarely talked, for talking slow down their routine, and they didn't want to have to face the wrath of Mrs. Weasley today, or any day for that matter.
They battled with their trunks all the way down the stairs, because they kept turning half down each flight, which resulted in one of them tripping over the other. By the time they reached the bottom, they were running late, according to Mrs. Weasley, but as Harry looked at his watch, he thought they had plenty of time to reach the airport.
They all climbed into the car they had borrowed from the ministry (they had become more friendly towards Arthur and the others when they found out the truth about Voldemort). Harry settled himself between Ron and Ginny in the back seat. He, for one, was glad to be leaving the old house. It reminded him too much of Sirius, and he felt that if he spent one more day in that, in his opinion, dreadful house, be would choke. He looked over at Ginny's side. She saw him looking at her, and she quickly looked away blushing a brilliant red color. Harry couldn't figure out why she had done that. He was positive she was over him, yet he had this funny feeling that she may like him. And for some reason, he didn't mind it at all. He even had the slightest feeling that he wanted her to like him. But he couldn't think like that. She deserved someone better than him. He shook his head to stop think, for his head was beginning to hurt, and he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. The rest of the car ride there was pretty uneventful, if you don't the fact that Mr. Weasley stopped at the ticket giver (A/N: I don't know what they are called) and marveled at the ingenious of how it knew just what numbers to put on the ticket. After a few minutes of arguing between Ron's parents, they finally got out of the crammed car and MR. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron, and Harry piled into the elevator to the 5th floor of the British Airport where they were supposed to catch their plane. They placed their trunks on trolleys much like those at King's Crossing Station. They looked around at the floor they were on and noticed they were divided into gates. They looked around and found gate 5 and gate 6.
Ginny, who had just pulled out her school list and her ticket, stated, "It says that we get on at gate 5 ¾. I guess we should try and get on at the pole between the gates. It can't be that much different from the train station can it?"
"Well, I suppose you are right. Arthur, will you please try it first to make sure that that is how they get through. Then, if it is, we will follow," said Mrs. Weasley looking at her husband expectantly, before pushing him slightly in the back to give him a head start.
Mr. Weasley looked over his shoulder at his wife, who was now tapping her foot impatiently waiting for him to test the barrier. He looked at the barrier and ran quickly into it and disappeared before the others' eyes. They looked at each other and decided it was the way the got to the plane, so they broke off into pairs and walked through the barrier. Ron and Hermione went first, followed by Harry and Ginny, and finally Mrs. Weasley.
When Ron entered the gate, he looked at the plate they were to take to Louisiana. It was colored the same brilliant color red as the train they took in their previous years at school. They only difference was the ebony wings. They had a great effect on the plane, Ron thought. He was just wondering what the inside looked like when he felt a slight shove form behind.
"Come on Ron, you are blocking the entrance. Besides, we need to get a good seat. I just talked to Hannah Abbott and she said the prefects do not have to sit in a separate compartment, so we can sit with Harry. Come on!" she said pushing Ron towards the door at the end of the plane.
As he walked up the steps, he looked back at his parents and waved. They smiled, waved back to him, and turned towards the barrier, before disappearing into it. He looked around one last time at England before sighing and walking up the last steps onto the plane,
"'Louisiana, here we come" he muttered under his breath as he was dragged by Hermione into the compartment where Ginny and Harry were.
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Later on the Plane...
Ron and Hermione were sitting in a compartment with Harry and Ginny. Harry was sitting on the same side as Ginny was looking out of the window, deep in thought. Across from him were Ron and Hermione. Hermione had been talking about the history of Louisiana for the past half hour. Ron was looking at her half-heartedly, trying desperately to pay attention, but failing miserably.
'Poor guy' thought Harry. 'He likes her so much, otherwise he wouldn't even bother.'
Harry looked down at his hands, which were folded, in his lap. He then looked around the compartment. He smiled as he did this.
'I guess they wanted to keep some things the same. This looks just like the inside of the train.'
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Back to Ron and Hermione...
"Then of course there was the Civil War..."
Ron had decided to tune Hermione out. She did not quit know how to hold an audience. Plus, he enjoyed thinking about something else.
Her in general.
He loved looking at her when she talked about these sort of things, not actually paying attention of course. She was interested in so many things, and had so many dreams. It was one of the many reasons he liked her so much.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard a slight snoring across the room.
Ginny had apparently fallen asleep and fallen on top of Harry's shoulder. HE looked mortified that she was sleeping on him, but he didn't move her, for fear of waking her. He just looked around and laid his head back against the seat before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep himself.
Ron then looked over at Hermione, who was looking tired, herself. He could see why. They had been flying for hours now, and it was becoming dark outside. But the flight was a long one, and they wouldn't even reach the United States coast until the morning.
Ron decided to be brave, He wanted nothing more to have the feeling of Hermione sleeping on his shoulder, and she did look very tired. He decided it was now or never and worked up his nerve.
"Hermione, you look very tired, and these seats aren't very comfortable. Would you like to lie against me?" asked Ron, his hopefulness present in his voice as well as his eyes.
Hermione's mind raced. She couldn't believe he had been so forward. She had never thought that he would like her like that, but she was indeed tired and wanted nothing more than to lie against him while she fell asleep.
She looked up at Ron and nodded her head. Ron was about to burst with happiness, but he tried not to show it. He moved closer to her and she placed her head on his shoulder.
'Maybe he does like me after all!' thought Hermione.
This was the last thought that went through her mind before she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I wanted to get this up as soon as I was done writing it, so there may be some mistakes- sorry for that! I really wanted to get this up sooner than this, but school and family complications stopped that. I will start to try to get up a chapter a week. Hope you can understand and still find time to review for me!!!
Thank you for reading!!
angelface58