Chapter Two: Hugs and Happiness
The next five days went by really slowly for Ron. He was either torturing himself about what he was going to say when Hermione came, or being tortured by Fred and George. He tried as hard as he could to stay less distant from his family like he had been before. He hoped that now no one would tell Hermione about his previous behavior. He didn't want her to pity him.
The day Hermione was due to arrive, Ron could do nothing to hide his nervousness. Instead of sleeping in late as he always did, he got up very early. When breakfast was ready all he did was nibble absentmindedly at a few pieces of toast.
Worried about her son's behavior, Mrs. Weasley was constantly asking him if he felt all right.
"I'm fine mum." He kept answering. Finally he got up to go upstairs.
"I'm just gunna start my homework." he said sounding distant.
"He must be really sick." Ginny said.
Ron swore at himself as he sat down at his desk. He felt like he was going to throw up. He stared down at the work that he had been assigned for the summer. He tried to concentrate on it, but soon found it impossible.
"Hermione!" Ginny screeched as her friend walked out of the fireplace, covered in soot. She embraced her in an enormous hug.
"OoOof." Hermione grunted, but hugged her back. Ginny finally let her go. "It's great to see you Gin! Floo travel is a lot messier than I remembered." She said as she attempted to wipe the soot off of her robes.
Ginny laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that, we just figured it would be the easiest way for you to get here."
"Oh it's no problem, I'm just glad to be here." Hermione replied as she pulled her heavy trunk out of the fireplace.
"Hermione, dear. I thought I heard you come in." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the kitchen. She too brought Hermione into a tight hug. "It's so good to have you here."
"And what a relief it is to be around witches and wizards who understand what I'm going through." Hermione said. There was a pregnant pause.
"Hey, Hermione." a quiet voice broke the awkward silence. Hermione turned around and grinned at the site of her best friend, leaning at the end of the staircase.
"Ron!" she exclaimed.
Ron gave her a simple, half smile and looked down at his feet.
"Oh come off it, Ron. We've been friends for almost six years and you can't even give me a hug?"
Ron looked up at her and smiled. She stood on the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around him. If it was possible, he had grown even more over the past month and a half, but something else was different. His usual dangly self seemed to have filled out more, and now he seemed to fit himself better. Ron breathed in the smell of her hair, and tightened his embrace.
"It's good to see you." she whispered in his ear.
"You too." he whispered back.
"Well, isn't that sweet?" a jesting voice rang out behind them. "Two friends, two Gryffindors, two prefects, one undying lo-"Fred was cut off by Ginny.
"Shut it, the both of you." She turned to Ron. "Ron, help me with her trunk, will you?"
"Now Ginny, where would our hospitality be if we didn't help our wonderful guest?" George asked "Locomotor trunk!" He and Fred magiked the trunk up the stairs. "Ginny's room I presume."
Hermione laughed, she couldn't help it. She'd missed the Weasleys so much. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.
Ron grinned. Just the sight of Hermione filled his heart with happiness. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.
Author's Note A special thanks to ALL my reviewers, thanks so much! Much love to loudnproud223... thanks for making this chapter possible! Lol. Next chapter very soon, it'll be short though. Sorry!
The next five days went by really slowly for Ron. He was either torturing himself about what he was going to say when Hermione came, or being tortured by Fred and George. He tried as hard as he could to stay less distant from his family like he had been before. He hoped that now no one would tell Hermione about his previous behavior. He didn't want her to pity him.
The day Hermione was due to arrive, Ron could do nothing to hide his nervousness. Instead of sleeping in late as he always did, he got up very early. When breakfast was ready all he did was nibble absentmindedly at a few pieces of toast.
Worried about her son's behavior, Mrs. Weasley was constantly asking him if he felt all right.
"I'm fine mum." He kept answering. Finally he got up to go upstairs.
"I'm just gunna start my homework." he said sounding distant.
"He must be really sick." Ginny said.
Ron swore at himself as he sat down at his desk. He felt like he was going to throw up. He stared down at the work that he had been assigned for the summer. He tried to concentrate on it, but soon found it impossible.
"Hermione!" Ginny screeched as her friend walked out of the fireplace, covered in soot. She embraced her in an enormous hug.
"OoOof." Hermione grunted, but hugged her back. Ginny finally let her go. "It's great to see you Gin! Floo travel is a lot messier than I remembered." She said as she attempted to wipe the soot off of her robes.
Ginny laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that, we just figured it would be the easiest way for you to get here."
"Oh it's no problem, I'm just glad to be here." Hermione replied as she pulled her heavy trunk out of the fireplace.
"Hermione, dear. I thought I heard you come in." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the kitchen. She too brought Hermione into a tight hug. "It's so good to have you here."
"And what a relief it is to be around witches and wizards who understand what I'm going through." Hermione said. There was a pregnant pause.
"Hey, Hermione." a quiet voice broke the awkward silence. Hermione turned around and grinned at the site of her best friend, leaning at the end of the staircase.
"Ron!" she exclaimed.
Ron gave her a simple, half smile and looked down at his feet.
"Oh come off it, Ron. We've been friends for almost six years and you can't even give me a hug?"
Ron looked up at her and smiled. She stood on the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around him. If it was possible, he had grown even more over the past month and a half, but something else was different. His usual dangly self seemed to have filled out more, and now he seemed to fit himself better. Ron breathed in the smell of her hair, and tightened his embrace.
"It's good to see you." she whispered in his ear.
"You too." he whispered back.
"Well, isn't that sweet?" a jesting voice rang out behind them. "Two friends, two Gryffindors, two prefects, one undying lo-"Fred was cut off by Ginny.
"Shut it, the both of you." She turned to Ron. "Ron, help me with her trunk, will you?"
"Now Ginny, where would our hospitality be if we didn't help our wonderful guest?" George asked "Locomotor trunk!" He and Fred magiked the trunk up the stairs. "Ginny's room I presume."
Hermione laughed, she couldn't help it. She'd missed the Weasleys so much. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.
Ron grinned. Just the sight of Hermione filled his heart with happiness. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad summer after all.
Author's Note A special thanks to ALL my reviewers, thanks so much! Much love to loudnproud223... thanks for making this chapter possible! Lol. Next chapter very soon, it'll be short though. Sorry!