Hand Me Downs (part 3 of the Kiss/Weasley Boys)
A/N We couldn't go w/o hearing Ron's POV could we? However I am keeping George and Hermione together. And for those of you who don't give a toss about Ron and want to see more G/H action, don't' worry, it's coming. I gave a little sneak preview at the end of this. So stay tuned. LOL Oh and for those who know what I'm talking about, I've made note of certain spelling errors.
Ron stared out the window of his tiny bedroom. The sun timidly peeked over the horizon. The sky took on a pinkish Hugh that blended with the deep blue velvet of the night sky. A stray tear rolled down his cheek as he imagined Hermione waking up, her first thoughts of the day turning to George. His own brother. No. Not just his brother, his older, taller, bloody brilliant at quidditch, everybody loved him, brother. He felt his blood boiling in his veins as he remembered walking in on them. The soft blush on Hermione's cheeks, the cocky way George got up and tapped her nose. He had been a fool to think Hermione could ever have chosen him over George. He was nothing. The left over scraps of the Weasley brood. He hadn't gotten Charlie's or Percy's brains. Bill and the twins got all the charisma and athleticism.
What had he gotten? Their hand-me-downs. He had gotten their old cloths that had been torn and patched numerous times, their old brooms that flew so slow a butterfly with a broken wing could pass him with ease, their reputations with teachers. He had come to accept this, and over time, expect it, but never once had he thought that the first girl he ever truly wanted to be with would go to his brother first. Argh! Well she was one hand-me-down he didn't need.
At least they had been caught, he knew that they couldn't sneak around at night. Ron cringed as he imagined how many nights Hermione must have woken up in George's arms. Oh who was he kidding? This was George. She likely woke up in his arms that night and every night since. Ahhh he had been a fool. He could have asked her out long ago. She would have gone. He knew it. Harry even reassured this belief. "I suppose I just assumed she would always be there", he thought to himself "damn, my head was too far up my arse to even notice." Why now? Why was now the time that he realized just how bloody perfect she was? And now, after being a jerk to her for the past 2 days, he likely had even lost a great friend. Ron put his head down on his hands. Man, he had been an idiot.
Harry stirred slightly around 8:30 am.
"Morning Ron"; he said groggily as he rubbed his bright green eyes.
"Morning Harry", he said still looking at the window to hide his tear streaked face from Harry.
"Anything interesting out there?" Harry inquired putting on his glasses, blinking rapidly so his eyes would come into focus.
"Not really." Ron said wiping his eyes "Harry, when Mum opens the door, tell her I'll not be down to breakfast again."
"Ron!" Harry groaned as he rolled back over, putting his pillow over his head. "not this again" the muffled voice emerged from beneath the pillow. He sat backup and looking Ron in the face. "Right, I understand you're upset, but you can't skip meals everyday to avoid them." He laid back down for a second "AND" he added ½ ways into his pillow "being gloomy all the time isn't going to change anything either."
Ron nodded and looked back out the window. Harry was right.
"Fine" he said. "I'll go down to breakfast. BUT, I don't intend to say anything to either of those two."
Mrs. Weasley apperated in the room before Harry could answer.
"Alright boys, breakfast is ready. You guys can come out now." She said tousling Harry's hair as he exited the room. She turned to Ron. "Do you want me to send Ginny up with your plate?"
"It's alright Mum, I think I'll take my meal downstairs today."
Mrs. Weasley gave her son a misty-eyed "motherly" smile as he exited the room. Ron smiled back, forcing himself to repress his own nausea. Was he really up to this?
His head felt as though it were detached from his body as he descended the long staircase. Each step felt like a decision as his feet slowly moved to the next step in progression. He smiled to himself as her heard Harry's voice from with in the kitchen.
"Bloody hell Hermione! I don't think Lee Jordan gives a toss if I spell Gryffindor wrong!" He said slightly louder than his normal speaking voice.
"It makes you look less intelligent." She said sounding haughty "it's not that hard Harry. G-R-Y-F-F-I-N-D-O-R. Like a gryffin, then D-O-R."
"Are you sure it's not spelled K-I-S-S-M-Y-A-S-S?" Ron heard Harry mumbling as he took his seat next to him. He found it hard to suppress his laughter as he noticed Harry quickly glancing to see if Mr. or Mrs. Weasley had heard.
"You've been awfully snippy lately Harry" Hermione said as she took a sausage off of her plate and placed it on George's "I can't finish that, do you want it?" George smiled and accepted. Since the day after they were caught, Mrs. Weasley still let the two be a couple during the day.
"Sorry" Harry said as he looked up from the parchment on which he was jotting a quick note to Lee Jordan, who had owled Harry and the Weasley boys. "Ron, you are to answer this too." Ron nodded slightly as he wondered how much bragging George had done about his new "girlfriend".
Ron heard the clank as his fork hit the kitchen floor. As he bend down to pick it up, he noticed Hermione's hand tucked neatly in George's.
"Damn it!" he thought as he carried his for over to the sink and got another "They were cute together."
The Surprise (part 4)
Fred and George Weasley huddled over a crude map of the Burrow.
"Damn!" Fred exclaimed "it looks like Mum accounted for everything."
"I noticed" George said as he rubbed his hand which had been severely burned when he had tried opening the window. He hung his head as he racked his brain to think of a way to sneak out to see Hermione.
"Well" Fred said handing George the map "I'm going to sleep." He laid down in his bed and pulled the covers to his midriff.
George nodded, it was 3:00 am after all. He would look for another way tomorrow.
Suddenly, there was a scratching sound above his head. He looked up and saw a small yellow piece of paper sticking out of the air duct.
"George,
Remove the grate from the vent
Love,
Hermione"
George sat there a moment dumbfounded by how this note had gotten there. "She must be p to something" he smiled as he wondered what she may have left for him.
He heard a loud thud shortly after removing the grate. He searched the floor for what could have fallen out.
"Ah hem" he cringed as he turned to face the voice that had sounded behind him "and just what do you think you are doing with that grate off?" Mrs. Weasley said sternly.
"Mum, let me take this opportunity to say I've been in bed this whole time." Fred said sitting up.
"Not now Fred." She eyed George "what is it that you were looking for?" at these words she waved her wand lifting everything in the room, including the boys. Seeing nothing, she gave George a stern look "I heard something crash in here"
"I can explain Mum….er…..uh…have you lost weight?" George said stammering.
"The crash," Fred said jumping in "Was just George. We heard a strange sound and George was checking it out, and well, he fell out didn't he? Clumsy oaf!"
Mrs. Weasley sighed as he gaze softened. "Fair enough" she said returning the grate to the ceiling, "I'll have your father check it out tomorrow." She eyed the boys suspiciously "It's late" she said after a moment's contemplation "get to bed." At that, she dissapperated from the room.
"What does she do, sit there waiting up all night for something that may sound suspicious?" George said frustrated.
"Well, it is Mum" Fred said finally "She knows to act on anything suspicious when it comes to us. And, that's the last time I save your useless arse like that" he laughed hurling a roll of socks that had been on the floor by his bed at his twin, catching him in the stomach.
George nodded and sat down on his bed.
"OUCH" the bed seemed to exclaim in a harsh whisper. George jumped up quickly looking down at the bed. His eyes grew wider as a translucent line fell revealing Hermione's small frame.
"Harry's invisibility cloak" she whispered matter of factually. George wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly, rubbing her back with his broad palms as he embraced her.
"Hey I'm still in here" Fred said smiling and raising one eyebrow at the two.
"Don't worry" George said loosening his embrace "I just want to hold her." He tightened his arms around her again. He turned to Hermione letting his hold fade to just having his arms draped loosely on her shoulders. "You planned all this?" He asked unable to suppress the grin on his face. Hermione nodded. "And you got past all of Mum's defenses?" Hermione nodded again. "Why you little sneak you," he said kissing her softly on the cheek and pulling her closer. "Man you are so the girl for me."