A/N whew I haven't updated in ages, but it's spring, birds are singing, and I'm empty-headed. Well, in my part of the world, it's more like summer, but oh well. At first I felt that if you guys were going to ignore me and not review, then I would ignore you too. But then I started feeling horribly guilty every time I got on the computer, and one person reviewed, which renewed my strength. flexes arm and looks heroic. Anyway, I'm sorry. On with the story.
The Weasley Reaction
Sun rose on the Burrow just as it did every morning, but this morning was somehow different. Ginny got up and took a nice walk around their garden. As usual, the gnomes followed her. She, like her father, couldn't bear to make them go away, so they followed her and picked her flowers to show their gratitude. Ron, of course, usually watched in disgust. The gnomes usually threw things at him, like pebbles, dirt clods, pumpkins…
"Ron! What ARE you doing?!" Mrs. Weasley hollered as she walked into the kitchen at six o'clock in the morning to find her son essentially burning down the house.
"I'm makin' some eggs, toast, waffles, pancakes, tea, scones, ham, and kippers Mum!" Ron cheerily replied.
"Oh, it's so nice of you to make us all breakfast, Ronald."
"All… of… you…? Well, I suppose I could make some more…"
"You were going to eat all of this yourself?" Mrs. Weasley replied disgustedly, gesturing at the amount of food currently making her twelve foot long table bend slightly in the middle. "Well, at least take it outside! And put out that fire, your omelet is burning!"
"Sure thing, Mum!" Ron said, dragging the table outside. He couldn't understand the mood he was in; it was a cross between being extremely hungry (although that was HARDLY something new) and being extremely happy. "Maybe something good will happen to me today," he thought to himself. "Hey Gin!" he called to his sister.
"Morning Ron! May I have a piece of toast?" Ginny asked politely.
"Of course!" Ron said heartily, feeling generous. "Mind you only take one, though, okay?" he added in an undertone. Ginny laughed. Boys and their appetites!
"Wonder why I'm feeling so… nice," Ginny thought. "Oh well, maybe something unusual will happen today." As she finished this thought, an owl zoomed straight into a gnome trying to give her a massage. "What the…" Ginny exclaimed. Ron couldn't hear anything over the sound of the chewing of his burned toast. Even the approximate gallon of marmalade hadn't muffled the noise. Ginny glanced around, then offered Hedwig a spoonful of jam as she opened the letter.
Dear Ginny,
Make sure you read this somewhere private ok? (At this, Ginny got up and ran to another bench, making sure there were gnomes nearby so Ron wouldn't interfere.)
Anyway, I'm writing about something that's been bothering me for years! Don't you think Ron and Hermione belong together? I do. I was hoping I could come to the Burrow and we could concoct some sort of fantastic plan to get those gits together. I know it seems rather far-fetched, but I'm sure your genius could figure it out. Write me back soon, their letters are eating away at my conscience!
Yours,
Harry
Ginny leaned back into the bench and sighed before squealing and running around in a full circle. "What?" she asked a gnome who was looking at her oddly. "I'm not allowed to be a normal teenage girl?" Not even this could damper her spirits though. Finally, she would be let into Harry's life. The barriers had broken, and she was free to explore. "Whoa, we're getting way too poetic here."
"Well, Ron's always kept us from joining the trio, and now Harry TRUSTS me with something! Isn't it wonderful?"
"Who am I kidding? I'm thrilled too! After years of adoration, and an entire year of secretly pining, he asks us to…"
"Well, he didn't ask us out, but that's the next step, I'm sure of it!"
"Yay!"
After doing a dance similar to the one she had done after Harry's trial, she ran into the house and crashed into her mum.
"Mum! Can Harry come to stay?" Ginny composed herself. It would completely ruin her secret if she sounded too eager.
"Of course, Dear. Why didn't Ronald ask?" Mrs. Weasley sounded perplexed.
"Oh, he thinks the gnomes will steal his food if he abandons it for the smallest second," Ginny lied quickly. Now to figure out a way to tell Ron. Once she got out there though, Ginny knew she wouldn't need an excuse. Ron was reading a letter and had on the same dazed expression he had worn after Hermione kissed him on the cheek before his first Quidditch game.
"Oh, Ron, by the way… Harry is coming tomorrow. Just letting you know." Ginny said, as nonchalantly as she could manage.
"Sure… I think Hermione's coming too… We could throw a party… I wonder what kind of cake Hermione likes… and what type of flowers. We should serve mint tea, she loved that when she had it on holiday…" Ron trailed off, obviously lost in his thinking of what Hermione would say if he threw her a party.
"Perfect," Ginny thought impishly. "He'll be so distracted, he won't notice my hormone-induced frenzy." As she wrote back to Harry to agree with him about Ron and Hermione, Ginny thought of her favorite perfume. She had been wearing it that night in detention… After adding some floo powder, Ginny carefully sealed the parchment inside the envelope. She usually didn't use envelopes, but she had no idea how else to transport the floo powder. "This will be the most fantastic summer of my life," Ginny grinned to herself as she sent her reply with Hedwig and walked up to her room to begin planning her outfits.
The Weasley Reaction
Sun rose on the Burrow just as it did every morning, but this morning was somehow different. Ginny got up and took a nice walk around their garden. As usual, the gnomes followed her. She, like her father, couldn't bear to make them go away, so they followed her and picked her flowers to show their gratitude. Ron, of course, usually watched in disgust. The gnomes usually threw things at him, like pebbles, dirt clods, pumpkins…
"Ron! What ARE you doing?!" Mrs. Weasley hollered as she walked into the kitchen at six o'clock in the morning to find her son essentially burning down the house.
"I'm makin' some eggs, toast, waffles, pancakes, tea, scones, ham, and kippers Mum!" Ron cheerily replied.
"Oh, it's so nice of you to make us all breakfast, Ronald."
"All… of… you…? Well, I suppose I could make some more…"
"You were going to eat all of this yourself?" Mrs. Weasley replied disgustedly, gesturing at the amount of food currently making her twelve foot long table bend slightly in the middle. "Well, at least take it outside! And put out that fire, your omelet is burning!"
"Sure thing, Mum!" Ron said, dragging the table outside. He couldn't understand the mood he was in; it was a cross between being extremely hungry (although that was HARDLY something new) and being extremely happy. "Maybe something good will happen to me today," he thought to himself. "Hey Gin!" he called to his sister.
"Morning Ron! May I have a piece of toast?" Ginny asked politely.
"Of course!" Ron said heartily, feeling generous. "Mind you only take one, though, okay?" he added in an undertone. Ginny laughed. Boys and their appetites!
"Wonder why I'm feeling so… nice," Ginny thought. "Oh well, maybe something unusual will happen today." As she finished this thought, an owl zoomed straight into a gnome trying to give her a massage. "What the…" Ginny exclaimed. Ron couldn't hear anything over the sound of the chewing of his burned toast. Even the approximate gallon of marmalade hadn't muffled the noise. Ginny glanced around, then offered Hedwig a spoonful of jam as she opened the letter.
Dear Ginny,
Make sure you read this somewhere private ok? (At this, Ginny got up and ran to another bench, making sure there were gnomes nearby so Ron wouldn't interfere.)
Anyway, I'm writing about something that's been bothering me for years! Don't you think Ron and Hermione belong together? I do. I was hoping I could come to the Burrow and we could concoct some sort of fantastic plan to get those gits together. I know it seems rather far-fetched, but I'm sure your genius could figure it out. Write me back soon, their letters are eating away at my conscience!
Yours,
Harry
Ginny leaned back into the bench and sighed before squealing and running around in a full circle. "What?" she asked a gnome who was looking at her oddly. "I'm not allowed to be a normal teenage girl?" Not even this could damper her spirits though. Finally, she would be let into Harry's life. The barriers had broken, and she was free to explore. "Whoa, we're getting way too poetic here."
"Well, Ron's always kept us from joining the trio, and now Harry TRUSTS me with something! Isn't it wonderful?"
"Who am I kidding? I'm thrilled too! After years of adoration, and an entire year of secretly pining, he asks us to…"
"Well, he didn't ask us out, but that's the next step, I'm sure of it!"
"Yay!"
After doing a dance similar to the one she had done after Harry's trial, she ran into the house and crashed into her mum.
"Mum! Can Harry come to stay?" Ginny composed herself. It would completely ruin her secret if she sounded too eager.
"Of course, Dear. Why didn't Ronald ask?" Mrs. Weasley sounded perplexed.
"Oh, he thinks the gnomes will steal his food if he abandons it for the smallest second," Ginny lied quickly. Now to figure out a way to tell Ron. Once she got out there though, Ginny knew she wouldn't need an excuse. Ron was reading a letter and had on the same dazed expression he had worn after Hermione kissed him on the cheek before his first Quidditch game.
"Oh, Ron, by the way… Harry is coming tomorrow. Just letting you know." Ginny said, as nonchalantly as she could manage.
"Sure… I think Hermione's coming too… We could throw a party… I wonder what kind of cake Hermione likes… and what type of flowers. We should serve mint tea, she loved that when she had it on holiday…" Ron trailed off, obviously lost in his thinking of what Hermione would say if he threw her a party.
"Perfect," Ginny thought impishly. "He'll be so distracted, he won't notice my hormone-induced frenzy." As she wrote back to Harry to agree with him about Ron and Hermione, Ginny thought of her favorite perfume. She had been wearing it that night in detention… After adding some floo powder, Ginny carefully sealed the parchment inside the envelope. She usually didn't use envelopes, but she had no idea how else to transport the floo powder. "This will be the most fantastic summer of my life," Ginny grinned to herself as she sent her reply with Hedwig and walked up to her room to begin planning her outfits.