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Chapter three: Let's get it started
Ron looked at the ceiling again. It was Monday evening and he still hadn't gotten out of his bed....or even eaten anything which was bloody unusual for him to say the least. Ginny had kept coming up to ask him what was wrong and when Hermione was arriving, he had completely ignored her for most of those times, until he had finally snapped and shoved her out of the room yelling "ITS NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUISNESS!" A wave of guilt flew through him; she was only trying to show some concern for him. He sighed and threw his bed covers off him.
A soft knocking at his door pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he said hoarsely, he hadn't had anything to drink all day either. Ginny's flaming red hair and pale face poked around the door.
"Is it safe to come in now?" she asked slowly and carefully, worried that he might flip and throw her out again.
"That depends," Ron said fixing his gaze upon the floor, he didn't want to look at Ginny; more tears would come if he did.
"Hermione's not coming is she?" Ginny asked less carefully this time, it was a question which the whole house wanted answering.
After a long pause Ron finally managed to choke out a "No."
"Why?" Ginny asked, she did have a right to know, Hermione was like a sister to her, and especially after what had happened at the ministry of magic a few weeks back. Ron turned to look at her and she saw it. The anger, the tears waiting to fall, the love.....the disappointment of rejection. "What happened?" she asked carefully entering the room and closing the door softly behind her. Revealing the two glasses and bottle of fire whiskey she was carrying in her arms.
"Ginny, where did you get those?" Ron asked, his mood temporarily lifted at the sight of his little sister with a bottle of fire whiskey; well she was 15 wasn't she?
"I thought I could use it as a bribe if you wouldn't let me in, but it looks like you need a little cheering up," Ginny said with a slight smile on her face, "And as for where I got it, well that's a completely different story, Now what happened with Hermione?" she added the last question quietly while she poured them both a glass of the whiskey. She took a small sip and shuddered at its bitter taste, she watched as Ron threw his entire glass into his mouth and down his neck.
"She's staying at Krum's," was all Ron said. He felt the bitterness at the whiskey and the burning at the back of his throat from the strength of the alcohol. Ginny felt confused. She was sure Hermione had told her she didn't like Krum.
"Did she say why she went there?" Ginny asked carefully, this is a really touchy subject for Ron. He gulped down another glass of fire whiskey.
"Her and Krum needed to get to know each other better, yeah right, he's probably snogging the face off her as we speak," Ron added bitterly, glancing out of the window at the errie moonlit sky.
"I don't think so, somehow," Ginny replied as a kin of comfort.
"Why not? He's rich, handsome, and famous, why would she want a poor red head like me?" he said, downing his third glass of fire whiskey.
"Because she told me she doesn't like him!" Ginny yelled, she couldn't believe her brother thought so little of himself. Ron's head whipped up.
"She said she didn't like him? Really?" Ron asked, scared Ginny would start laughing and say it was a joke.
"Yes she said that. Maybe she does really want to get to know Krum as a friend? You don't know because you haven't asked her. Now have you told her about the quidditch tickets?"
"No" Ron replied glumly, all his money gone and she still didn't love him.
"Well owl her then and tell her! Im sure she'd want to go! And then you can get there before Krum!" Ginny exclaimed, he maybe her brother but sometimes he was so think and stubborn it was unbelievable."Now, I am going to bed, you can keep the fire whiskey, call it an early birthday present, and then I want you to take Pig and owl Hermione about that match. Understood?"
"Erm..yes?" Ron replied, sometimes Ginny reminded him of his mum. Satisfied with his answer Ginny strode from the room closing the door behind her. Ron gazed around his room, he didn't know how long for, as the alcohol was starting to take effect. Okay right, letter.... He took up a piece of parchment and his quill and began to write.
Dear Hermione,
How are things at Krums? Hope everything is ok. I was just wondering I got tickets for us to watch the cannons versus puddlemere united on Wednesday, and I know you wanted to go, so how about it?
Love Ron
Yeah. That looked acceptable. He tied the letter to Pig, and allowed him to flutter madly out of the window. And with that he fell asleep face down on his bed, to dream of the woman he loved.
Chapter three: Let's get it started
Ron looked at the ceiling again. It was Monday evening and he still hadn't gotten out of his bed....or even eaten anything which was bloody unusual for him to say the least. Ginny had kept coming up to ask him what was wrong and when Hermione was arriving, he had completely ignored her for most of those times, until he had finally snapped and shoved her out of the room yelling "ITS NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUISNESS!" A wave of guilt flew through him; she was only trying to show some concern for him. He sighed and threw his bed covers off him.
A soft knocking at his door pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he said hoarsely, he hadn't had anything to drink all day either. Ginny's flaming red hair and pale face poked around the door.
"Is it safe to come in now?" she asked slowly and carefully, worried that he might flip and throw her out again.
"That depends," Ron said fixing his gaze upon the floor, he didn't want to look at Ginny; more tears would come if he did.
"Hermione's not coming is she?" Ginny asked less carefully this time, it was a question which the whole house wanted answering.
After a long pause Ron finally managed to choke out a "No."
"Why?" Ginny asked, she did have a right to know, Hermione was like a sister to her, and especially after what had happened at the ministry of magic a few weeks back. Ron turned to look at her and she saw it. The anger, the tears waiting to fall, the love.....the disappointment of rejection. "What happened?" she asked carefully entering the room and closing the door softly behind her. Revealing the two glasses and bottle of fire whiskey she was carrying in her arms.
"Ginny, where did you get those?" Ron asked, his mood temporarily lifted at the sight of his little sister with a bottle of fire whiskey; well she was 15 wasn't she?
"I thought I could use it as a bribe if you wouldn't let me in, but it looks like you need a little cheering up," Ginny said with a slight smile on her face, "And as for where I got it, well that's a completely different story, Now what happened with Hermione?" she added the last question quietly while she poured them both a glass of the whiskey. She took a small sip and shuddered at its bitter taste, she watched as Ron threw his entire glass into his mouth and down his neck.
"She's staying at Krum's," was all Ron said. He felt the bitterness at the whiskey and the burning at the back of his throat from the strength of the alcohol. Ginny felt confused. She was sure Hermione had told her she didn't like Krum.
"Did she say why she went there?" Ginny asked carefully, this is a really touchy subject for Ron. He gulped down another glass of fire whiskey.
"Her and Krum needed to get to know each other better, yeah right, he's probably snogging the face off her as we speak," Ron added bitterly, glancing out of the window at the errie moonlit sky.
"I don't think so, somehow," Ginny replied as a kin of comfort.
"Why not? He's rich, handsome, and famous, why would she want a poor red head like me?" he said, downing his third glass of fire whiskey.
"Because she told me she doesn't like him!" Ginny yelled, she couldn't believe her brother thought so little of himself. Ron's head whipped up.
"She said she didn't like him? Really?" Ron asked, scared Ginny would start laughing and say it was a joke.
"Yes she said that. Maybe she does really want to get to know Krum as a friend? You don't know because you haven't asked her. Now have you told her about the quidditch tickets?"
"No" Ron replied glumly, all his money gone and she still didn't love him.
"Well owl her then and tell her! Im sure she'd want to go! And then you can get there before Krum!" Ginny exclaimed, he maybe her brother but sometimes he was so think and stubborn it was unbelievable."Now, I am going to bed, you can keep the fire whiskey, call it an early birthday present, and then I want you to take Pig and owl Hermione about that match. Understood?"
"Erm..yes?" Ron replied, sometimes Ginny reminded him of his mum. Satisfied with his answer Ginny strode from the room closing the door behind her. Ron gazed around his room, he didn't know how long for, as the alcohol was starting to take effect. Okay right, letter.... He took up a piece of parchment and his quill and began to write.
Dear Hermione,
How are things at Krums? Hope everything is ok. I was just wondering I got tickets for us to watch the cannons versus puddlemere united on Wednesday, and I know you wanted to go, so how about it?
Love Ron
Yeah. That looked acceptable. He tied the letter to Pig, and allowed him to flutter madly out of the window. And with that he fell asleep face down on his bed, to dream of the woman he loved.