Hermione Arrives at the Burrow-Chapter 2
It was the next day at 'The Burrow.' Ron and Harry were sitting, tousle- haired at the table, half-asleep, whilst Mrs Weasley was bustling about the kitchen.
'What's for breakfast mum?' Ron asked with a yawn.
'Bacon and eggs, pancakes and fruit.'
'Fruit? Since when have we started eating fruit at breakfast?'
'Since now. Now you two don't make a noise until Arthur gets up. He was up all night doing work for the ministry and he needs his rest.'
'Mum, when's Hermione getting here?'
'Not 'til two o'clock. I'm going to drive to her house, when I get the time, to pick her up.'
Just then, Mr Weaslry walked down the stairs.
'Goodmorning Arthur. Dear, are you sure that you don't want to sleep any longer?'
'What? Oh no, no, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep again. How did you sleep boys?'
'Fine thanks,' Harry and Ron said in unison
'Oh , Harry, I almost forgot. I found a muggle screenavision.'
'Screenavision? Oh do you mean a television?'
'Yes, that's the one. I'll see if we can hook it up here, I'll need your help of course.'
'No problem Mr Weasley.'
It was noon and Harry and Ron had just finished hooking up the television in the lounge-room. ( Of course, Harry had to do most of the work because Mr Weasley kept accidentally electrocuting himself with the wires.)
'Fancy a bit of a fly Harry/, Maybe a little quidditch practice too?'
'Yeah, I haven't practiced for ages, it'll probably do me some good.'
They went upstairs and grabbed their brooms, then they charged down the stair-case. Harry almost knocked Ginny down the stairs.
'Oops, sorry Ginny.' Harry said apologetically.
'That's ok. Where are you going?'
'Just off to do some quidditch practice.'
'Yeah, I'll go get dad's bucket of golf balls from his workshop. He found another ball as well so we can use that for the quaffle,' Ron said, and then he quickly ran down the stairs, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. Harry looked at Ginny, she had grown even prettier over the holidays. He body had a few small curves, her hair was vibrant and her eyes were stunning. She stared keenly at Harry.
'So, yeah, we're just going to play a bit of quidditch,' Harry said weakly. 'Do you wanna come?''Oh I'd love to!' Ginny said quickly. 'I mean, yes I wouldn't mind, I mean it's not like I have anything else to do anyway.' Harry smiled nervously at Ginny and she returned it. They walked down the stairs and outside. Suddenly, Harry felt something on his hand; he looked down and saw the Ginny was holding it. His cheeks reddened. He stared at Ginny, but she made no sign of feeling any embarrassment. In fact, she didn't male any sign that she even noticed it.
Ron was already down waiting for them with the bucket of golf-balls and, what Harry recognized as, a football. He had a huge grin on his face, 'what took you two so long? I've been standing here for ages!'
'Sure you have,' Harry replied.
'Ready to play?'
'You bet. Hey Ginny do you want to play?'
'No it's ok, I'll just watch.' And before Harry could ask her again, Ron kicked off the ground and started pelting golf balls at Harry.
Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off as well, 'Alright, alright I'm coming Ron,' he shouted so that Ron could hear him. Harry caught every single golf ball, even the ones that Ron threw really far away.
'Alright, you've had enough practice. Now it's my turn,' Ron said. He threw the football to Harry and flew over to large tree. 'Try to throw the ball through this gap and I'll be Keeper,' he indicated the fork in the tree. Harry hesitated, Ron wasn't the best Keeper in the world and he didn't want to make his friend feel as bad as he did the previous year when Ron barely caught the quaffle at all, but with Ron's persistence, he threw the ball. To his surprise, Ron caught it and the next 10 throws as well. 'You didn't think I lazed about all holidays without playing a single bit of quidditch did you?'
'You've gotten really good Ron, I'm impressed,' Harry said genuinely. Ron smirked.
Every now and then, Harry looked at Ginny. Sometimes, Ron had to yell at him to get his attention. Harry felt like she was a magnet and his eyes were constantly drawn to her with no regard that his brain was commanding them to do.
Harry and Ron had just finished picking up all the golf balls and putting them back in the bucket when Fred and George apparated right before them. They had their broomsticks held in their hands and large smiles on their faces.
'Mum told us that you were out here playing,' George said.
'Yeah, and we didn't want to let you have all the fun. How about a real game of quidditch?'
'How are we going to play, I'm the only seeker and Ron's the only Keeper.'
'I'll play,' Ginny said hopping up. 'I'll be a Chaser.'
'Ok, but what about everyone else?'
'Well,' Fred began.
'Bill, Charley and Percy are up at the house; I'd say they'd be down soon.
'What? They're all here?' Ron asked in amazement.
'Ron, do you speak English? Ron glared and the laughing twins.
'I'm going to go and say hello. I don't want to be rude like some people,' Ginny said calmly. She looked at her brothers and Harry, their faces were pained with guilt.
'Yeah, I s'pose we could play another time,' Ron mumbled. The company walked back to the burrow. But it was in vain, for as soon as they got in, Mr Weasley sent them straight back outside to de-gnome the garden
Harry picked up a gnome and swung him round and round by the ears, then threw him about 13 metres away from the yard.
'Not bad,' Ron said, shading his face from the sun. 'I could do better though,' he smiled. He grabbed a gnome by the hands and spun him around and around, then flung him about twenty metres away. He grinned. Harry smiled back and looked over at Fred and George. They weren't de-gnoming the garden, however, they were prodding a little gnome who was screaming out curses at them.
'Hey Fred, you reckon we could sell these things at our joke shops?'
'Yeah, I reckon it's possible. We'll put them in little containers with air holes and say live, cute little men, suitable for little girls to play with- ages 5 and up.' Harry couldn't help but laugh.
All of a sudden, sounds of laughing and greeting came from the house and it wasn't long before Mrs Weasley waddled out of the house.
'Harry, Ron,' she called, 'Hermione's here.'
Harry looked over at Ron and saw his eyes widen. And before Harry could say one word, Ron ran inside without further parley.
Thankyou for your reviews, I'll right another chapter as soon as I can. Hope you enjoy this one. : )
It was the next day at 'The Burrow.' Ron and Harry were sitting, tousle- haired at the table, half-asleep, whilst Mrs Weasley was bustling about the kitchen.
'What's for breakfast mum?' Ron asked with a yawn.
'Bacon and eggs, pancakes and fruit.'
'Fruit? Since when have we started eating fruit at breakfast?'
'Since now. Now you two don't make a noise until Arthur gets up. He was up all night doing work for the ministry and he needs his rest.'
'Mum, when's Hermione getting here?'
'Not 'til two o'clock. I'm going to drive to her house, when I get the time, to pick her up.'
Just then, Mr Weaslry walked down the stairs.
'Goodmorning Arthur. Dear, are you sure that you don't want to sleep any longer?'
'What? Oh no, no, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep again. How did you sleep boys?'
'Fine thanks,' Harry and Ron said in unison
'Oh , Harry, I almost forgot. I found a muggle screenavision.'
'Screenavision? Oh do you mean a television?'
'Yes, that's the one. I'll see if we can hook it up here, I'll need your help of course.'
'No problem Mr Weasley.'
It was noon and Harry and Ron had just finished hooking up the television in the lounge-room. ( Of course, Harry had to do most of the work because Mr Weasley kept accidentally electrocuting himself with the wires.)
'Fancy a bit of a fly Harry/, Maybe a little quidditch practice too?'
'Yeah, I haven't practiced for ages, it'll probably do me some good.'
They went upstairs and grabbed their brooms, then they charged down the stair-case. Harry almost knocked Ginny down the stairs.
'Oops, sorry Ginny.' Harry said apologetically.
'That's ok. Where are you going?'
'Just off to do some quidditch practice.'
'Yeah, I'll go get dad's bucket of golf balls from his workshop. He found another ball as well so we can use that for the quaffle,' Ron said, and then he quickly ran down the stairs, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. Harry looked at Ginny, she had grown even prettier over the holidays. He body had a few small curves, her hair was vibrant and her eyes were stunning. She stared keenly at Harry.
'So, yeah, we're just going to play a bit of quidditch,' Harry said weakly. 'Do you wanna come?''Oh I'd love to!' Ginny said quickly. 'I mean, yes I wouldn't mind, I mean it's not like I have anything else to do anyway.' Harry smiled nervously at Ginny and she returned it. They walked down the stairs and outside. Suddenly, Harry felt something on his hand; he looked down and saw the Ginny was holding it. His cheeks reddened. He stared at Ginny, but she made no sign of feeling any embarrassment. In fact, she didn't male any sign that she even noticed it.
Ron was already down waiting for them with the bucket of golf-balls and, what Harry recognized as, a football. He had a huge grin on his face, 'what took you two so long? I've been standing here for ages!'
'Sure you have,' Harry replied.
'Ready to play?'
'You bet. Hey Ginny do you want to play?'
'No it's ok, I'll just watch.' And before Harry could ask her again, Ron kicked off the ground and started pelting golf balls at Harry.
Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off as well, 'Alright, alright I'm coming Ron,' he shouted so that Ron could hear him. Harry caught every single golf ball, even the ones that Ron threw really far away.
'Alright, you've had enough practice. Now it's my turn,' Ron said. He threw the football to Harry and flew over to large tree. 'Try to throw the ball through this gap and I'll be Keeper,' he indicated the fork in the tree. Harry hesitated, Ron wasn't the best Keeper in the world and he didn't want to make his friend feel as bad as he did the previous year when Ron barely caught the quaffle at all, but with Ron's persistence, he threw the ball. To his surprise, Ron caught it and the next 10 throws as well. 'You didn't think I lazed about all holidays without playing a single bit of quidditch did you?'
'You've gotten really good Ron, I'm impressed,' Harry said genuinely. Ron smirked.
Every now and then, Harry looked at Ginny. Sometimes, Ron had to yell at him to get his attention. Harry felt like she was a magnet and his eyes were constantly drawn to her with no regard that his brain was commanding them to do.
Harry and Ron had just finished picking up all the golf balls and putting them back in the bucket when Fred and George apparated right before them. They had their broomsticks held in their hands and large smiles on their faces.
'Mum told us that you were out here playing,' George said.
'Yeah, and we didn't want to let you have all the fun. How about a real game of quidditch?'
'How are we going to play, I'm the only seeker and Ron's the only Keeper.'
'I'll play,' Ginny said hopping up. 'I'll be a Chaser.'
'Ok, but what about everyone else?'
'Well,' Fred began.
'Bill, Charley and Percy are up at the house; I'd say they'd be down soon.
'What? They're all here?' Ron asked in amazement.
'Ron, do you speak English? Ron glared and the laughing twins.
'I'm going to go and say hello. I don't want to be rude like some people,' Ginny said calmly. She looked at her brothers and Harry, their faces were pained with guilt.
'Yeah, I s'pose we could play another time,' Ron mumbled. The company walked back to the burrow. But it was in vain, for as soon as they got in, Mr Weasley sent them straight back outside to de-gnome the garden
Harry picked up a gnome and swung him round and round by the ears, then threw him about 13 metres away from the yard.
'Not bad,' Ron said, shading his face from the sun. 'I could do better though,' he smiled. He grabbed a gnome by the hands and spun him around and around, then flung him about twenty metres away. He grinned. Harry smiled back and looked over at Fred and George. They weren't de-gnoming the garden, however, they were prodding a little gnome who was screaming out curses at them.
'Hey Fred, you reckon we could sell these things at our joke shops?'
'Yeah, I reckon it's possible. We'll put them in little containers with air holes and say live, cute little men, suitable for little girls to play with- ages 5 and up.' Harry couldn't help but laugh.
All of a sudden, sounds of laughing and greeting came from the house and it wasn't long before Mrs Weasley waddled out of the house.
'Harry, Ron,' she called, 'Hermione's here.'
Harry looked over at Ron and saw his eyes widen. And before Harry could say one word, Ron ran inside without further parley.
Thankyou for your reviews, I'll right another chapter as soon as I can. Hope you enjoy this one. : )