Chapter Seven: Drawing Board
July 25, 1995
Only a few more days left until Harry's birthday and he WON'T quit guessing at what we got him. I think he's almost got it figured out so now we're gonna need to start tricking him. Harder than you would think though. He asks if it's something that he really wants and what is it that I'm supposed to tell him? "No Harry, we deliberately got you something that we knew you would hate!" But I can't hardly say that it's something he would love because he would start to guess and I'm an awful liar when it comes to birthdays.
It made me furious the other day when Hermione and me were in that old guitar shop and that slimy old git was looking at Hermione like that. The filthy pervert was looking at her as if she weren't wearing a thing or like she was a piece of meat. I can't stand people like that at all. It doesn't matter though, as long as she's a friend with Harry and me she'll be taken care of. I know that it sounds rather odd after all that's happened in the past few weeks but Hermione is almost like a sister to me. I mean, I feel very protective of her and I always feel the need to stand up for her.
On a totally different subject I had the most amazing dream about Pavarti last night. She was all undressed and I don't even know how I would know what that looks like but it was amazing none the less. Well there I was and then she just sort of gave me this look and I realized that I wasn't wearing anything either. Well needless to say that what followed was something that could only be topped by the real thing. Amazing, really, there's no other word for it. Well I need to go because Harry's reading over my shoulder and I don't want him to get to the part about Pavarti!
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"Oi, Harry, would you quit reading over my shoulder!" snarled Ron as Harry jumped about a foot in the air.
"Oh, sorry bout that one Ron, I was just here to tell you that we're all going up the hill to get in some Quidditch practice before dinner. You wanna come along?"
"Sure thing mate, I've been practicing every morning for the past few weeks and I must warn you that nothing gets past me." Harry rolled his eyes and threw Ron a tee shirt to put on before they went outside. To Ron and Harry's great surprise Hermione even consented to tear herself away from a large, moldy-smelling Arithmancy book for a few hours to watch them practice.
"So is little Ronniekins giving the Quidditch team a go this year or is needlepoint more his sport?" teased Fred as they all walked up the steep hill together, brooms in hand.
"Dry up you bloody git," grumbled Ron, his ears beginning to turn pink.
"Whatever Little Ronniekins says," said George in a would-be normal voice just as they all set foot on the level ground at the top of the hill. Ignoring them Ron mounted his broom and kicked off the soft ground, being careful not to fly over the tops of the trees.
"You wanna join us Hermione? Lots of fun up here away from the ground and dirt!" shouted Ron down at her. She gave him a begrudging look but started laughing almost immediately at the bizarre face Ron was making at her. Quidditch practice was going well and Ron was noticeably better than the last time he'd practiced and even Fred and George didn't have anything bad to say about it, which was a huge improvement for them.
After a few hours of strenuous practice they were all too happy to quit when Mrs. Weasley called from the house that it was time for dinner. "So Hermione, you think I could make it as keeper for the Gryffindor team?" asked Ron nudging her slightly.
"Oh Ron, is Quidditch all you ever think about? Honestly, O.W.L's are this year and you should be focusing on your school work unlike the last four years."
"With a body like this I'm meant for nothing other than a spot on the Chudley Cannons the second I graduate from Hogwarts," He boasted as he took off his sweaty shirt and threw it at Hermione, posing to show off his newly acquired muscle. Harry began to play along, whistling at Ron and shouting wildly.
"Oh quit it. There'll be no graduating from Hogwarts if you keep up the way you've been going and that means no Quidditch scouts will give you a second thought," lectured Hermione and then as an afterthought added, "no matter how bad the Chudley Cannons are losing." Ron made a face and then after a few seconds made a lunge at her and chased her the rest of the way down the hill laughing.
Once they were inside the house Mrs. Weasley made a face at Ron, "Put on a shirt and go wash up for dinner Ron. Honestly, to go parading around the house like that when you have company."
"Aw, come on mum, its not like I'm prancing naked in front of them. You need to lighten up a bit," but he did as she told him and hurried up the stairs to his bedroom to get a clean shirt. By the time he got downstairs everyone was already at the table serving themselves. "Gee thanks for waiting up," he said as he plopped down in a chair next to Hermione.
"Don't worry Ron, we were going to save some for you," consoled Hermione as she ladled some soup into her bowl.
"So my birthday is only six days away, given any thought to what you might get me?" teased Harry as Ron gave him a dirty look. After dinner Ron sat in front of the fireplace with a notepad trying to come up with a song that he and Harry could learn when they got their instruments.
"Oi, Hermione! How's this sound," asked Ron as he handed his finished song to her.
"Well, It's a bit depressing don't you think? I mean Its okay I guess but why not a happy song?" she asked.
"Back to the drawing board I guess," He said, crumpling the parchment into a ball and throwing it in the trash. He wasn't awake when, hours later, Hermione picked it up out of the waste backset and flattened it out.
"Sorry 'bout that one Ron, it just hit a little too close to home. That's all," said Hermione as she folded it up and put it into her pocket.
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A/N: Sorry that it's been so long but being grounded is one of those dreadful things that happens to all of us. So what could the song have been about that it would hit so close to home with Hermione? Why did she want to keep it even though she didn't like it? I guess nobody knows. Well, I know already but everyone else will have to wait.
July 25, 1995
Only a few more days left until Harry's birthday and he WON'T quit guessing at what we got him. I think he's almost got it figured out so now we're gonna need to start tricking him. Harder than you would think though. He asks if it's something that he really wants and what is it that I'm supposed to tell him? "No Harry, we deliberately got you something that we knew you would hate!" But I can't hardly say that it's something he would love because he would start to guess and I'm an awful liar when it comes to birthdays.
It made me furious the other day when Hermione and me were in that old guitar shop and that slimy old git was looking at Hermione like that. The filthy pervert was looking at her as if she weren't wearing a thing or like she was a piece of meat. I can't stand people like that at all. It doesn't matter though, as long as she's a friend with Harry and me she'll be taken care of. I know that it sounds rather odd after all that's happened in the past few weeks but Hermione is almost like a sister to me. I mean, I feel very protective of her and I always feel the need to stand up for her.
On a totally different subject I had the most amazing dream about Pavarti last night. She was all undressed and I don't even know how I would know what that looks like but it was amazing none the less. Well there I was and then she just sort of gave me this look and I realized that I wasn't wearing anything either. Well needless to say that what followed was something that could only be topped by the real thing. Amazing, really, there's no other word for it. Well I need to go because Harry's reading over my shoulder and I don't want him to get to the part about Pavarti!
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"Oi, Harry, would you quit reading over my shoulder!" snarled Ron as Harry jumped about a foot in the air.
"Oh, sorry bout that one Ron, I was just here to tell you that we're all going up the hill to get in some Quidditch practice before dinner. You wanna come along?"
"Sure thing mate, I've been practicing every morning for the past few weeks and I must warn you that nothing gets past me." Harry rolled his eyes and threw Ron a tee shirt to put on before they went outside. To Ron and Harry's great surprise Hermione even consented to tear herself away from a large, moldy-smelling Arithmancy book for a few hours to watch them practice.
"So is little Ronniekins giving the Quidditch team a go this year or is needlepoint more his sport?" teased Fred as they all walked up the steep hill together, brooms in hand.
"Dry up you bloody git," grumbled Ron, his ears beginning to turn pink.
"Whatever Little Ronniekins says," said George in a would-be normal voice just as they all set foot on the level ground at the top of the hill. Ignoring them Ron mounted his broom and kicked off the soft ground, being careful not to fly over the tops of the trees.
"You wanna join us Hermione? Lots of fun up here away from the ground and dirt!" shouted Ron down at her. She gave him a begrudging look but started laughing almost immediately at the bizarre face Ron was making at her. Quidditch practice was going well and Ron was noticeably better than the last time he'd practiced and even Fred and George didn't have anything bad to say about it, which was a huge improvement for them.
After a few hours of strenuous practice they were all too happy to quit when Mrs. Weasley called from the house that it was time for dinner. "So Hermione, you think I could make it as keeper for the Gryffindor team?" asked Ron nudging her slightly.
"Oh Ron, is Quidditch all you ever think about? Honestly, O.W.L's are this year and you should be focusing on your school work unlike the last four years."
"With a body like this I'm meant for nothing other than a spot on the Chudley Cannons the second I graduate from Hogwarts," He boasted as he took off his sweaty shirt and threw it at Hermione, posing to show off his newly acquired muscle. Harry began to play along, whistling at Ron and shouting wildly.
"Oh quit it. There'll be no graduating from Hogwarts if you keep up the way you've been going and that means no Quidditch scouts will give you a second thought," lectured Hermione and then as an afterthought added, "no matter how bad the Chudley Cannons are losing." Ron made a face and then after a few seconds made a lunge at her and chased her the rest of the way down the hill laughing.
Once they were inside the house Mrs. Weasley made a face at Ron, "Put on a shirt and go wash up for dinner Ron. Honestly, to go parading around the house like that when you have company."
"Aw, come on mum, its not like I'm prancing naked in front of them. You need to lighten up a bit," but he did as she told him and hurried up the stairs to his bedroom to get a clean shirt. By the time he got downstairs everyone was already at the table serving themselves. "Gee thanks for waiting up," he said as he plopped down in a chair next to Hermione.
"Don't worry Ron, we were going to save some for you," consoled Hermione as she ladled some soup into her bowl.
"So my birthday is only six days away, given any thought to what you might get me?" teased Harry as Ron gave him a dirty look. After dinner Ron sat in front of the fireplace with a notepad trying to come up with a song that he and Harry could learn when they got their instruments.
"Oi, Hermione! How's this sound," asked Ron as he handed his finished song to her.
"Well, It's a bit depressing don't you think? I mean Its okay I guess but why not a happy song?" she asked.
"Back to the drawing board I guess," He said, crumpling the parchment into a ball and throwing it in the trash. He wasn't awake when, hours later, Hermione picked it up out of the waste backset and flattened it out.
"Sorry 'bout that one Ron, it just hit a little too close to home. That's all," said Hermione as she folded it up and put it into her pocket.
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A/N: Sorry that it's been so long but being grounded is one of those dreadful things that happens to all of us. So what could the song have been about that it would hit so close to home with Hermione? Why did she want to keep it even though she didn't like it? I guess nobody knows. Well, I know already but everyone else will have to wait.