Chapter 6 of A Burrowing Affection
{Thank you for all of the reviews. I have noticed that in other stories, the authors repeat the disclaimer several times, so once again, I don't own Harry Potter, well, not yet anyway, but the time will come! Just kidding, sorry! On we go! Oh yeah, I have decided to make this chapter at least 1,050 words in an attempt to write longer chapters!}
Ron, Fred, and Harry snapped out of their trances as they heard the doorbell ring through the house a second time. In a flash Ron volunteered to get the door and ran to the kitchen. Hermione, oblivious to the sputtering Harry, was lost in her own confused thoughts.
"Well, you made Ginny cry!" Fred yelled at Harry, as if finally realizing that Ginny was really upset about this, and that Harry was the culprit of this sadness.
"What should I do?" An extremely lost Harry asked. Fred and George seemed to think about this for a minute.
Meanwhile Ron was just opening the front door when he heard Fred yell at Harry. Honestly Ron thought, annoyed that the afternoon had taken a turn for the worse.
Ron peered through the peephole in the door, and before opening the door, he grabbed a robe off of the nearby coat rack.
"Just make her feel better." George instructed as he and Fred shoved Harry to the bottom of the staircase.
Harry was perplexed and asked how, did they suppose, he do that. The
twins shrugged and walked back into the living room. Harry stared at their retreating backs and shook his head while sighing.
Look what you've gotten yourself into mate Harry thought as he reached up to run his hand through his hair. It was then that he noticed his hair was still red.
"FRED, GEORGE!" Harry yelled as he stormed into the living room.
Ron had answered the door, and ushered the teenager to sit down on the porch swing. Before looking up, he made sure that the robe covered every inch of Ginny's dress.
"So, what are you doing here this early?" Ron finally said into the silence. The girl's face became serious and she whispered, "I needed to talk to you."
Hermione didn't even look up when Harry came into the room but when he flopped down on the couch beside her she forced herself to look at him.
"What, may I ask, is your problem?" George spat back. He glanced up at Harry and started laughing.
"Why is my hair still red?" Harry asked, clearly panicking over the fact of losing something that connected him to his father.
"George? Um...this didn't happen with you. Do you have any clue what's going on?" Fred asked, trying to remember the side effects they had experienced after using the potion, although he thought they had worked all the kinks out of it.
Before George could answer, with probably another question, Hermione spoke up.
"You two may not have noticed, but you already have red hair! Now, think, what exactly were the ingredients?"
"Well, now, before we share our secrets with you, maybe it's Harry's fault. After all, maybe he is still lying." Fred suggested. At that, Fred, George, and Hermione turned expectantly towards Harry, who had the distinct look of a dear caught in a car's headlights.
Ron turned towards her and gave her a look that was filled with sympathy, curiosity, and anxiety.
"My mum's in the hospital." She finally said in a shaking voice that showed she was holding back tears.
Ginny was in her room, looking at the window and scolding herself for thinking Harry would be interested in her...a younger girl, a silly girl, an ugly girl, a pathetic, miserable, -
But before she could finish her thought, she was interrupted by a strange sight: Ron and a girl she found familiar sitting on the front porch.
"Well Harry? Are you telling the truth?" Hermione asked softly. She gave Fred and George a look that clearly told them to leave but they didn't take the hint and stayed in the room, eager to hear his reply. Hermione shook her head in exasperation and walked to the kitchen, pulling Harry behind her. This time the twins took the hint and started playing wizard's chess.
"So Harry? Are you ever going to answer me?" Hermione said, turning to look at Harry, who was staring out of the kitchen window.
He told her to be quiet and motioned for her to come to him. She looked a bit confused but did as he asked. When Hermione gave him a questioning look, Harry pointed out of small window.
Ron awkwardly put his arm around the now crying girl and patted her back.
"It's okay." He muttered over and over, trying to soothe her. After a couple of minutes she lifted her head up and Ron wiped away her tears. He was so lucky to have her.
Ron thought back to last night. He realized how lucky he was that Mrs. Weasley didn't ask that many questions. She had been furious at first, but once he had explained about Mindy, she was more understanding, and a lot more curious. The way she had hung on his every word, although he didn't say much, reminded him of Ginny.
"Who is that?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
Hermione shook her head lightly, tossing her hair about a bit.
"They are about to be interrupted." Harry stated simply.
"Harry, what are you talking about? If Ron doesn't want to tell us – "She started, becoming her rule following self, but Harry put his hand over her mouth and nodded towards the drive way.
The pizza had finally arrived, at a very inconvenient time.
Ron looked up as he heard a car pull up, and said goodbye to Mindy. She disappeared behind the side of the house. After Ron watched Mindy walk away, he went up to the delivery bloke, and took the pizza from him.
Harry and Hermione quickly sat down at the table, engaged in a very casual conversation about S.P.E.W. by the time Ron walked in the door.
"Who was it?" Hermione asked, not looking up from the table, where she was tracing something on it with her fingertips. Her act of seeming uninterested was working surprisingly well.
{Sorry it's short, but it is a bit longer than normal. I changed the conversations a lot in this chapter; it's not the best. It didn't flow too easily, but it's still a chapter. Not all of the chapters will be this way; I just felt it was necessary for the plot. Well, thanks for all the reviews I have been getting, it's awesome for my inbox to be filled with letters from the board about reviews! You guys rock! Gotta work on the 7th chappie. It should be up by the 1st. Please review, all kinds welcome. If there's something I could improve one, please tell me! The next chapter you will know more about Mindy and Ron's relationship.}
Anybody have a title for this chapter? I'll give you credit. Please help?
{Thank you for all of the reviews. I have noticed that in other stories, the authors repeat the disclaimer several times, so once again, I don't own Harry Potter, well, not yet anyway, but the time will come! Just kidding, sorry! On we go! Oh yeah, I have decided to make this chapter at least 1,050 words in an attempt to write longer chapters!}
Ron, Fred, and Harry snapped out of their trances as they heard the doorbell ring through the house a second time. In a flash Ron volunteered to get the door and ran to the kitchen. Hermione, oblivious to the sputtering Harry, was lost in her own confused thoughts.
"Well, you made Ginny cry!" Fred yelled at Harry, as if finally realizing that Ginny was really upset about this, and that Harry was the culprit of this sadness.
"What should I do?" An extremely lost Harry asked. Fred and George seemed to think about this for a minute.
Meanwhile Ron was just opening the front door when he heard Fred yell at Harry. Honestly Ron thought, annoyed that the afternoon had taken a turn for the worse.
Ron peered through the peephole in the door, and before opening the door, he grabbed a robe off of the nearby coat rack.
"Just make her feel better." George instructed as he and Fred shoved Harry to the bottom of the staircase.
Harry was perplexed and asked how, did they suppose, he do that. The
twins shrugged and walked back into the living room. Harry stared at their retreating backs and shook his head while sighing.
Look what you've gotten yourself into mate Harry thought as he reached up to run his hand through his hair. It was then that he noticed his hair was still red.
"FRED, GEORGE!" Harry yelled as he stormed into the living room.
Ron had answered the door, and ushered the teenager to sit down on the porch swing. Before looking up, he made sure that the robe covered every inch of Ginny's dress.
"So, what are you doing here this early?" Ron finally said into the silence. The girl's face became serious and she whispered, "I needed to talk to you."
Hermione didn't even look up when Harry came into the room but when he flopped down on the couch beside her she forced herself to look at him.
"What, may I ask, is your problem?" George spat back. He glanced up at Harry and started laughing.
"Why is my hair still red?" Harry asked, clearly panicking over the fact of losing something that connected him to his father.
"George? Um...this didn't happen with you. Do you have any clue what's going on?" Fred asked, trying to remember the side effects they had experienced after using the potion, although he thought they had worked all the kinks out of it.
Before George could answer, with probably another question, Hermione spoke up.
"You two may not have noticed, but you already have red hair! Now, think, what exactly were the ingredients?"
"Well, now, before we share our secrets with you, maybe it's Harry's fault. After all, maybe he is still lying." Fred suggested. At that, Fred, George, and Hermione turned expectantly towards Harry, who had the distinct look of a dear caught in a car's headlights.
Ron turned towards her and gave her a look that was filled with sympathy, curiosity, and anxiety.
"My mum's in the hospital." She finally said in a shaking voice that showed she was holding back tears.
Ginny was in her room, looking at the window and scolding herself for thinking Harry would be interested in her...a younger girl, a silly girl, an ugly girl, a pathetic, miserable, -
But before she could finish her thought, she was interrupted by a strange sight: Ron and a girl she found familiar sitting on the front porch.
"Well Harry? Are you telling the truth?" Hermione asked softly. She gave Fred and George a look that clearly told them to leave but they didn't take the hint and stayed in the room, eager to hear his reply. Hermione shook her head in exasperation and walked to the kitchen, pulling Harry behind her. This time the twins took the hint and started playing wizard's chess.
"So Harry? Are you ever going to answer me?" Hermione said, turning to look at Harry, who was staring out of the kitchen window.
He told her to be quiet and motioned for her to come to him. She looked a bit confused but did as he asked. When Hermione gave him a questioning look, Harry pointed out of small window.
Ron awkwardly put his arm around the now crying girl and patted her back.
"It's okay." He muttered over and over, trying to soothe her. After a couple of minutes she lifted her head up and Ron wiped away her tears. He was so lucky to have her.
Ron thought back to last night. He realized how lucky he was that Mrs. Weasley didn't ask that many questions. She had been furious at first, but once he had explained about Mindy, she was more understanding, and a lot more curious. The way she had hung on his every word, although he didn't say much, reminded him of Ginny.
"Who is that?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
Hermione shook her head lightly, tossing her hair about a bit.
"They are about to be interrupted." Harry stated simply.
"Harry, what are you talking about? If Ron doesn't want to tell us – "She started, becoming her rule following self, but Harry put his hand over her mouth and nodded towards the drive way.
The pizza had finally arrived, at a very inconvenient time.
Ron looked up as he heard a car pull up, and said goodbye to Mindy. She disappeared behind the side of the house. After Ron watched Mindy walk away, he went up to the delivery bloke, and took the pizza from him.
Harry and Hermione quickly sat down at the table, engaged in a very casual conversation about S.P.E.W. by the time Ron walked in the door.
"Who was it?" Hermione asked, not looking up from the table, where she was tracing something on it with her fingertips. Her act of seeming uninterested was working surprisingly well.
{Sorry it's short, but it is a bit longer than normal. I changed the conversations a lot in this chapter; it's not the best. It didn't flow too easily, but it's still a chapter. Not all of the chapters will be this way; I just felt it was necessary for the plot. Well, thanks for all the reviews I have been getting, it's awesome for my inbox to be filled with letters from the board about reviews! You guys rock! Gotta work on the 7th chappie. It should be up by the 1st. Please review, all kinds welcome. If there's something I could improve one, please tell me! The next chapter you will know more about Mindy and Ron's relationship.}
Anybody have a title for this chapter? I'll give you credit. Please help?