Weeks past. The weeks soon became a month. Ron spent everyday with Mandy. He couldn't help it. She was like a drug and Ron was beyond addicted. They did however spend a good amount of time with Hermione and Harry. After beating the crap out of Harry, he couldn't find a single reason to be angry with him. Ron couldn't help falling for Mandy. Every moment with Mandy was perfect. From each time he kissed her, each time they bickered, even the first "I love you". Everything was perfect. Everything.
A few weeks before the start of term Mandy, Harry and Hermione where all sitting in Ron's house discussing matters of the Order. None of them had been told anything. Mandy was, of course, filled in about everything.
Ron brought in some tea for the four of them, he sat down next to Mandy. He wrapped his arm around her whispering a simple, "I love you." in her ear.
A few seconds later, Ron's dad came bursting through the door.
"FAMILY, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!" He took a deep breath, "YOU ARE NOW LOOKING AT THE HEAD OF MUGGLE-WIZARD RELATIONS!"
"Arthur that is amazing!" Molly came running in wrapping her arms around him.
"Really?" Ron asked in disbelief, staring at his father.
"Yes. Get packing! I've found a house in London and we are moving this instant!" Mr. Weasley beamed.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"Arthur." Mrs. Weasley gaped.
"How many times have I heard complaints about this house being too small for us? How many times have you said you wanted to live in London, Molly?"
"Arthur..." Molly fidgeted a bit, "We want this house. Just want it bigger."
"Molly, I can't do that."
"I know. But moving, Arthur? We've been in this house for years!"
"We're moving. That's final. Go pack your things." Mr. Weasley said sternly.
"If you think it best." Molly muttered to herself.
"Ron, Fred, George! Go get your things ready, we're moving out tomorrow."
Ron turned to Hermione, Mandy, and Harry, "You've got two choices: help me or get the hell outta here."
"I'll stay to help." Mandy said.
"I really do have to go, my parent's will kill me if I don't get home soon." Hermione frowned, "Sorry."
"I'll stay." Harry said.
Hermione said goodbye to her friends and left quietly.
"You guys go ahead to my room, I need to talk to Mum for a minute."
"Mum," Ron said quietly as the others disappeared upstairs. "mum, you all right?"
"Yes, Ron, I'm fine." A sniffling voice said from the cupboard.
"Mum, it isn't that big of a deal. A new, bigger, and better house. What could be so bad about it?"
"I don't feel bad for us. I feel bad for the house." She joked, "I'm just keen on what I have, Ron. Ever heard the saying, 'I don't want to have what I want but, to want what I have.' I'm just happy here."
"It might be better there."
"Or worse."
"Mum, get over it. It still going to be the family. Not like we're changing, just the house." Ron mumbled.
"Ron!" She gasped, hugging him tightly, "You've grown up so much!"
"Mum- gerrof! Can't- breathe! Need- to- get- air!" He squealed.
"Sorry, dear. You better go upstairs and pack your things." Mrs. Weasley turned away and continued to collect things from the cupboard.
Ron headed back upstairs, he could still hear his mum crying. He had only tried to help. This was just another reason as to why he was a failure.
He walked into his room. Harry had already begun taking down Ron's beloved Chudley Cannons posters.
"Ron, is your mum all right?" Mandy asked, folding some of his clothes, putting them in an old trunk.
"She'll be fine." Ron smiled.
"Where exactly will you be moving to? Is it connected to the floo network?"
"I don't know." Ron shrugged.
"Don't you want to move, mate?" Harry asked.
"I guess. I mean, I certainly don't have a problem with it." Ron helped Mandy pack his clothes.
"Ron." Mandy laughed, "What are you afraid of then, if it isn't moving?"
"Who says I'm scared?" Ron retorted.
"Ron!" Mandy laughed harder, "I can feel it in you. Now, save me and Harry the trouble and-"
"It's nothing, all right?"
"At least we have established an 'it' that means nothing. You're not getting off this easy, I hope you know."
"Ron," Harry chimed in, "Watch yourself, she's good."
"I think I'll go downstairs to see if your mum needs help; would that be all right?" Mandy asked, gingerly placing her hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Yeah, that's fine." He smiled feebly.
Mandy kissed his cheek and walked out the room.
"She's really great for you, Ron." Harry commented.
"I know. And to think! I only picked her up to make you and Hermione angry."
"That worked well, by the way. Evil genius, that you are."
"Thanks, mate. But, Harry, I really do love her. She's different than other girls. And she's beautiful."
"Yeah, and her nose is dead center." Harry said as he wrapped up a poster.
"That too." Ron laughed, "She's the most beautiful person, inside and out. I mean, I only wanted her to get on your nerves, and the fact that she was pretty only made it better."
"You're terrible!" Harry laughed, "Using her like that. Do you think you'd ever tell her?"
"No. I don't want her to know that. I'm not ashamed of what I did. Just for the reasons behind it."
"She's too pretty for you."
"Hey, whatever happened to, 'She's really great for you'?"
"Maybe she is. But you totally used her."
"I know but, I didn't know what else to do. I was so angry at Hermione and you that I didn't know how to react. She was just there. And if it had been any other day, I would have given her a chance, but that day- That day was terrible."
There was a soft knock on the door, "Ron?" Mrs. Weasley called.
"What's up, mum?" Ron said, pulling the door open.
"Nothing, just wanted to help you. Packiarem." She said waving her wand. In a matter of seconds, Ron's entire room was in boxes.
"Thanks, mum! Where is Mandy?"
"Isn't she here with you?"
"No, she went downstairs to help you. See if you were all right."
"I didn't see her at all. Are you sure she didn't go home?"
"Positive." Harry said, "She specifically said she was going to help you."
Ron leapt out of his room, down the hall.
"Fred, George! Get out here now!" He shouted.
Two heads peaked out of the door, "How can we be of your assistance?"
"Where is she?"
"Where is who?"
"Mandy! What have you done with her?"
"Nothing."
"Where is she?" Ron asked again.
"How should we know? She is your girlfriend, after all."
"So, you haven't kidnapped her and tortured her with your puking pastilles?"
"No. We are not stupid- we know who not to mess with."
The door closed.
Ron went downstairs. His eyes darted around apprehensively. Where on earth could she be? He heard the door slam shut. He ran through the kitchen. He grabbed the door knob, ripping the door open, "MANDY!" He bellowed.
A few weeks before the start of term Mandy, Harry and Hermione where all sitting in Ron's house discussing matters of the Order. None of them had been told anything. Mandy was, of course, filled in about everything.
Ron brought in some tea for the four of them, he sat down next to Mandy. He wrapped his arm around her whispering a simple, "I love you." in her ear.
A few seconds later, Ron's dad came bursting through the door.
"FAMILY, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!" He took a deep breath, "YOU ARE NOW LOOKING AT THE HEAD OF MUGGLE-WIZARD RELATIONS!"
"Arthur that is amazing!" Molly came running in wrapping her arms around him.
"Really?" Ron asked in disbelief, staring at his father.
"Yes. Get packing! I've found a house in London and we are moving this instant!" Mr. Weasley beamed.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"Arthur." Mrs. Weasley gaped.
"How many times have I heard complaints about this house being too small for us? How many times have you said you wanted to live in London, Molly?"
"Arthur..." Molly fidgeted a bit, "We want this house. Just want it bigger."
"Molly, I can't do that."
"I know. But moving, Arthur? We've been in this house for years!"
"We're moving. That's final. Go pack your things." Mr. Weasley said sternly.
"If you think it best." Molly muttered to herself.
"Ron, Fred, George! Go get your things ready, we're moving out tomorrow."
Ron turned to Hermione, Mandy, and Harry, "You've got two choices: help me or get the hell outta here."
"I'll stay to help." Mandy said.
"I really do have to go, my parent's will kill me if I don't get home soon." Hermione frowned, "Sorry."
"I'll stay." Harry said.
Hermione said goodbye to her friends and left quietly.
"You guys go ahead to my room, I need to talk to Mum for a minute."
"Mum," Ron said quietly as the others disappeared upstairs. "mum, you all right?"
"Yes, Ron, I'm fine." A sniffling voice said from the cupboard.
"Mum, it isn't that big of a deal. A new, bigger, and better house. What could be so bad about it?"
"I don't feel bad for us. I feel bad for the house." She joked, "I'm just keen on what I have, Ron. Ever heard the saying, 'I don't want to have what I want but, to want what I have.' I'm just happy here."
"It might be better there."
"Or worse."
"Mum, get over it. It still going to be the family. Not like we're changing, just the house." Ron mumbled.
"Ron!" She gasped, hugging him tightly, "You've grown up so much!"
"Mum- gerrof! Can't- breathe! Need- to- get- air!" He squealed.
"Sorry, dear. You better go upstairs and pack your things." Mrs. Weasley turned away and continued to collect things from the cupboard.
Ron headed back upstairs, he could still hear his mum crying. He had only tried to help. This was just another reason as to why he was a failure.
He walked into his room. Harry had already begun taking down Ron's beloved Chudley Cannons posters.
"Ron, is your mum all right?" Mandy asked, folding some of his clothes, putting them in an old trunk.
"She'll be fine." Ron smiled.
"Where exactly will you be moving to? Is it connected to the floo network?"
"I don't know." Ron shrugged.
"Don't you want to move, mate?" Harry asked.
"I guess. I mean, I certainly don't have a problem with it." Ron helped Mandy pack his clothes.
"Ron." Mandy laughed, "What are you afraid of then, if it isn't moving?"
"Who says I'm scared?" Ron retorted.
"Ron!" Mandy laughed harder, "I can feel it in you. Now, save me and Harry the trouble and-"
"It's nothing, all right?"
"At least we have established an 'it' that means nothing. You're not getting off this easy, I hope you know."
"Ron," Harry chimed in, "Watch yourself, she's good."
"I think I'll go downstairs to see if your mum needs help; would that be all right?" Mandy asked, gingerly placing her hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Yeah, that's fine." He smiled feebly.
Mandy kissed his cheek and walked out the room.
"She's really great for you, Ron." Harry commented.
"I know. And to think! I only picked her up to make you and Hermione angry."
"That worked well, by the way. Evil genius, that you are."
"Thanks, mate. But, Harry, I really do love her. She's different than other girls. And she's beautiful."
"Yeah, and her nose is dead center." Harry said as he wrapped up a poster.
"That too." Ron laughed, "She's the most beautiful person, inside and out. I mean, I only wanted her to get on your nerves, and the fact that she was pretty only made it better."
"You're terrible!" Harry laughed, "Using her like that. Do you think you'd ever tell her?"
"No. I don't want her to know that. I'm not ashamed of what I did. Just for the reasons behind it."
"She's too pretty for you."
"Hey, whatever happened to, 'She's really great for you'?"
"Maybe she is. But you totally used her."
"I know but, I didn't know what else to do. I was so angry at Hermione and you that I didn't know how to react. She was just there. And if it had been any other day, I would have given her a chance, but that day- That day was terrible."
There was a soft knock on the door, "Ron?" Mrs. Weasley called.
"What's up, mum?" Ron said, pulling the door open.
"Nothing, just wanted to help you. Packiarem." She said waving her wand. In a matter of seconds, Ron's entire room was in boxes.
"Thanks, mum! Where is Mandy?"
"Isn't she here with you?"
"No, she went downstairs to help you. See if you were all right."
"I didn't see her at all. Are you sure she didn't go home?"
"Positive." Harry said, "She specifically said she was going to help you."
Ron leapt out of his room, down the hall.
"Fred, George! Get out here now!" He shouted.
Two heads peaked out of the door, "How can we be of your assistance?"
"Where is she?"
"Where is who?"
"Mandy! What have you done with her?"
"Nothing."
"Where is she?" Ron asked again.
"How should we know? She is your girlfriend, after all."
"So, you haven't kidnapped her and tortured her with your puking pastilles?"
"No. We are not stupid- we know who not to mess with."
The door closed.
Ron went downstairs. His eyes darted around apprehensively. Where on earth could she be? He heard the door slam shut. He ran through the kitchen. He grabbed the door knob, ripping the door open, "MANDY!" He bellowed.