Thanks to airhead14 for reviewing! I'm gonna try to keep updating, but my
cousin has my 3rd book and I cant do much until I get everything straight
lol...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or places!
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Dear Harry,
I think I've fallen in love with Hermione. That, or I'm madly in love with her 20 year old nanny. From, Ron
Somehow this letter didn't seem quite right to Ron. He was locked up in his room, trying to ignore clanking pipes and chains from above his room and write an extremely confusing letter all at the same time. It wasn't working.
Ron had just returned from his trip to Diagon Alley. Ginny was away downstairs, chatting excitedly about Hermione and Lucy. Fred and George had come in the Burrow and proceeded to march straight up to their rooms. Ron followed a few minutes later, having put on a cheerful front and exclaimed how much fun the trip had been.
Ron stared down at the letter he had just written, and then promptly crumpled the parchment in to a ball and threw it over his shoulder.
Dear Harry,
How's your summer going? Mine's super... boring. Except for today, because I went and had ice-cream with Hermione and her beautiful nanny. Sincerely, Ron
Although this was exactly what Ron was thinking, the words didn't seem quite right on paper. Maybe he was all wrong about this. Maybe he didn't like Hermione OR Lucy. Maybe blondes just made him nervous.
"Maybe you should stop talking to yourself." Yet another Weasly stood in Ron's doorway.
"What do you WANT, Percy?" Ron asked crossly. He quickly shuffled the stack of parchment so that the crazy letter was on the bottom.
"Well, I heard you muttering when I was coming up the stairs—sounds to me like you'd WANT help. Having girl trouble, Ron?" Percy grinned.
"NO I'm NOT, and I'd appreciate if you'd NOT tell Mum or Dad that." Ron said hotly.
"Fine! Fine, just thought you'd want some advice... I've got work to do anyway..." Percy stuck his nose in the air and stalked away.
Ron, however, threw himself across his bed with a sigh. He couldn't imagine ever taking any kind of advice from Percy. Although, there was that one time last year, when Ginny had stumbled across Percy and his girlfriend kissing... but the very thought of Percy kissing anyone made him laugh out loud.
"Ron! Come down stairs THIS INSTANT!" Ginny yelled from the end of the hallway by the stairs.
Ron shook his head and yelled back, "Coming!" a little less enthusiastically.
Ron left his room and shuffled down the hall. He walked slowly down the stairs, noticing his family getting ready for dinner.
"There you are, Ron! Are you ready for supper yet?" Mrs. Weasly bustled around the kitchen, putting potatoes to peeling themselves and water boiling on the stove.
"Hurry now, lets get everything all ready for when your father gets home..." Mrs. Weasly said earnestly, setting dishes on the tabletop.
"What's up, Mum?" George asked, grabbing cutlery from a drawer.
"Well, he's got a bit of surprise for you all..." Mrs. Weasly face practicaly shone with excitement.
Suddenly, the front door creaked open.
"Dad! Dad!" Fred threw himself over the couch, as if it would take longer to walk around it. "Mum's said you've got something to tell us..."
Mr. Weasly set down a briefcase and walked into the kitchen. "Well, I want to wait until dinner..." he said slowly.
The Weasly children jumped into their chairs around the table, staring expectantly at their father.
Mrs. Weasly finally sat down as well, and helped the kids fill up their plates. Nobody ate, however, but instead sat with excited expressions on their freckled faces.
"Well, I've won a little contest... the annual 'Daily Prophet' Grand Prize Galleon Draw to be exact!" Mr. Weasly said, with a triumphant grin on his face. This had no effect on any one of the children, except for...
"Dad! That's spiffing!" Percy yelped.
"Er, whats that?" asked Ginny finally.
"It's a seven hundred galleon prize!" Mrs. Weasly couldn't contain herself any longer.
This had a major effect on the remaining children.
"WHAT? That's excellent!" Ron yelled.
"Spiffing!" Fred smirked.
"That's not all! We're going to Egypt to spend a month with Bill." Mr. Weasly leaned back in his chair.
"Cool!" Ron and Ginny chorused. A certain, mischievous glance flickered between Fred and George.
"Go get ready, because we're going to be leaving by the end of the week—I've just got to get my vacation days approved at the office!" Mr. Weasly beamed.
The summer was certainly looking up.
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yeah, I know its not very long or anything, but its all I can do right now since I've got school and stuff again this week! :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters or places!
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Dear Harry,
I think I've fallen in love with Hermione. That, or I'm madly in love with her 20 year old nanny. From, Ron
Somehow this letter didn't seem quite right to Ron. He was locked up in his room, trying to ignore clanking pipes and chains from above his room and write an extremely confusing letter all at the same time. It wasn't working.
Ron had just returned from his trip to Diagon Alley. Ginny was away downstairs, chatting excitedly about Hermione and Lucy. Fred and George had come in the Burrow and proceeded to march straight up to their rooms. Ron followed a few minutes later, having put on a cheerful front and exclaimed how much fun the trip had been.
Ron stared down at the letter he had just written, and then promptly crumpled the parchment in to a ball and threw it over his shoulder.
Dear Harry,
How's your summer going? Mine's super... boring. Except for today, because I went and had ice-cream with Hermione and her beautiful nanny. Sincerely, Ron
Although this was exactly what Ron was thinking, the words didn't seem quite right on paper. Maybe he was all wrong about this. Maybe he didn't like Hermione OR Lucy. Maybe blondes just made him nervous.
"Maybe you should stop talking to yourself." Yet another Weasly stood in Ron's doorway.
"What do you WANT, Percy?" Ron asked crossly. He quickly shuffled the stack of parchment so that the crazy letter was on the bottom.
"Well, I heard you muttering when I was coming up the stairs—sounds to me like you'd WANT help. Having girl trouble, Ron?" Percy grinned.
"NO I'm NOT, and I'd appreciate if you'd NOT tell Mum or Dad that." Ron said hotly.
"Fine! Fine, just thought you'd want some advice... I've got work to do anyway..." Percy stuck his nose in the air and stalked away.
Ron, however, threw himself across his bed with a sigh. He couldn't imagine ever taking any kind of advice from Percy. Although, there was that one time last year, when Ginny had stumbled across Percy and his girlfriend kissing... but the very thought of Percy kissing anyone made him laugh out loud.
"Ron! Come down stairs THIS INSTANT!" Ginny yelled from the end of the hallway by the stairs.
Ron shook his head and yelled back, "Coming!" a little less enthusiastically.
Ron left his room and shuffled down the hall. He walked slowly down the stairs, noticing his family getting ready for dinner.
"There you are, Ron! Are you ready for supper yet?" Mrs. Weasly bustled around the kitchen, putting potatoes to peeling themselves and water boiling on the stove.
"Hurry now, lets get everything all ready for when your father gets home..." Mrs. Weasly said earnestly, setting dishes on the tabletop.
"What's up, Mum?" George asked, grabbing cutlery from a drawer.
"Well, he's got a bit of surprise for you all..." Mrs. Weasly face practicaly shone with excitement.
Suddenly, the front door creaked open.
"Dad! Dad!" Fred threw himself over the couch, as if it would take longer to walk around it. "Mum's said you've got something to tell us..."
Mr. Weasly set down a briefcase and walked into the kitchen. "Well, I want to wait until dinner..." he said slowly.
The Weasly children jumped into their chairs around the table, staring expectantly at their father.
Mrs. Weasly finally sat down as well, and helped the kids fill up their plates. Nobody ate, however, but instead sat with excited expressions on their freckled faces.
"Well, I've won a little contest... the annual 'Daily Prophet' Grand Prize Galleon Draw to be exact!" Mr. Weasly said, with a triumphant grin on his face. This had no effect on any one of the children, except for...
"Dad! That's spiffing!" Percy yelped.
"Er, whats that?" asked Ginny finally.
"It's a seven hundred galleon prize!" Mrs. Weasly couldn't contain herself any longer.
This had a major effect on the remaining children.
"WHAT? That's excellent!" Ron yelled.
"Spiffing!" Fred smirked.
"That's not all! We're going to Egypt to spend a month with Bill." Mr. Weasly leaned back in his chair.
"Cool!" Ron and Ginny chorused. A certain, mischievous glance flickered between Fred and George.
"Go get ready, because we're going to be leaving by the end of the week—I've just got to get my vacation days approved at the office!" Mr. Weasly beamed.
The summer was certainly looking up.
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yeah, I know its not very long or anything, but its all I can do right now since I've got school and stuff again this week! :P