Disclaimer: If I owned anything involving Harry Potter, besides this fic,
then I'd be rich, now wouldn't I?
Author's Note: I know the Hermione/Ginny factor wasn't in play the first chapter, but worry not, it will come. I'd like some feedback please =)
After marching half way up the staircase, the two witches were nearly knocked over by a very wide-eyed Ron. "Ronald Weasley! Get back here this instant!" His mother aimed her wand downstairs and tried the leg-locking curse, only to have it miss and hit Crookshanks instead. While Hermione was gathering up her cat, and Mrs. Weasley was apologizing profusely and performing the counter spell, Ron was already racing out the back door. "He is so going to get it," fumed the young witch as she stroked her unlucky pet. The other witch bristled with anger, "He'll be de-gnoming for the rest of the summer! Double bathroom duty! I've half a mind to hex him this instant!"
As she continued to rant, Hermione proceeded up the stairs to get settled in for the rest of the holidays. "Might as well stay now that I'm here, I suppose. maybe Harry's here." In truth, Hermione was also growing angry with Harry as well as Ron, she began to wonder if they'd both been in on the prank. Her suspicions were quelled though, as a very dazed looking Harry walked down the stairs and to the back porch. "Are you alright?" she asked, but received no answer. The tousle haired boy went up to his room with the same dazed look on his face, leaving behind a very confused looking Hermione.
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The afternoon sun glared down upon Stoatshead Hill. During his burst of fear and adrenaline, Ron had managed to settle himself among a group thick summer-dried bushes surrounded by a cluster of trees in no time. He sat down with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped firmly around them. The youngest Weasley boy was shaking all over, as if he had just emerged from a freezer, when in fact he was sweating heavily and trying to cool off in a patch of shade. Ron pushed his damp bangs out of his eyes and muttered, "Bloody hell, what was I thinking?" A little angry voice in his head said, "You moron! Obviously you weren't thinking a bit!" Lying with his hands behind his head, the young wizard sighed and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Much like with Hermione, Hogwarts had also taken its toll on Ron. He had grown to be 5'11' in a few short months. With all of the adventuring they went on, and Ron's extra private work he did to improve his muscular form, he often got caught up in other things besides eating. Only during the holidays spent at home did he really notice how thin and gangly he had become, so he decided he'd make sure to bulk up before his fifth year started. Ron had always told himself he wanted to look good and try out for Quidditch, but secretly within the deep confines of his mind, he knew his efforts were really made in hopes of catching his best friend's eye.
The Gryffindor seeker sat flipping through his old photo album; he had made additions to it since he first received it from Hagrid in his first year. Now not only could he see his parents and relatives smiling and waving at him, but his best friends too. Harry flipped to the latest photograph he'd put in and looked at it thoughtfully. It was of him and Ron, both on his Firebolt, hovering a few feet above ground. Their smiles were huge and excited; it was the first day Harry was allowed to leave the Dursley's and he had just arrived, ready for a summer without pig-faced Dudley complaining about his new computer games or television shows.
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Tracing his finger over the picture, Harry thought back to all the times they had been photographed together. Every single time he could think of, Ron had been in some way touching him. Whether it had been an arm around his shoulder, or a full on hug, there was definitely body contact. What was odd though, was that the boy with the lightning bolt-shaped scar rather liked the obvious affection his friend had displayed. "I wonder. have I been missing something?" Harry knew their years of friendship had caused a deep unbreakable bond to form around their hearts, but what he didn't know was that it also grew around their souls.
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Hermione followed Harry to the top room when suddenly the room before it opened up and out ran Ginny Weasley, knocking her over in the process. They tumbled into the living room and formed a heap of robes, blood, and limbs. "Ginny?" questioned Hermione, ".you dead?" A muffled response came, ".Aye, deader than dead." To inspect all the commotion, Mrs. Weasley bustled from the kitchen to where the two witches lay tangled and bruised on the floor.
"Oh my! Accio!" she called, and her daughter sprang free and into her arms, "Accio!" she called again, and directed the other girl over to the couch with her wand. "What's happened to the both of you?" talking in her most motherly tone, she had cooled down a bit from earlier and now her rage for Ron turned into concern for the girls. After giving Mrs. Weasley the explanation they were healed as best could be with the older witch's wand and bandaged up. "Thank you mum" Ginny said brightly, "Hermione and I are going to bond, see you at dinner." And with that, she grabbed her friend's hand and led her to her room.
Sitting uncomfortably on a bed with black sheets, Hermione glanced nervously around the room. She barely spoke to Ginny, save for the brief greetings and small talks that occurred throughout their years at Hogwarts. "Er. Ginny, what did you mean by bond?"
The older witch was always uncharacteristically shy around other girls, and she figured it was because all her social time was spent with Harry and Ron; they were the two most un-girly guys out there. The famous wizard acted like he had something to prove all the time and didn't want to be teased by the Slytherins, and Ron, as his faithful sidekick, followed suit. When Hermione wasn't with the guys, the thought never occurred to her that they might act any differently without her.
So she sat on the bed of one of her best friend's little sister, and cleared her throat, trying to remain calm, without a clue as to what was going on. "Don't be daft, you know bond, hang out, get to know each other a little better. I overheard most of Ron's plan to scare you, and I'm not exactly sure what happened between him and Harry, but I think they both need some alone time and I figured you might get bored without them," The younger girl smiled brightly but Hermione sensed an under current of mischief was behind her thoughts.
She shrugged that off as being a natural Weasley trait and returned the smile, asking, "So, we can't use magic, and this bloody heat is too much for me right now, so what can we do around the house that involves bonding?" Hermione was quite eager to make friends with a girl, and she had always thought Ginny was friendly and smart, so she immediately got up before receiving an answer and grabbed a book from the dusty oak desk. "Seems you haven't been doing summer homework," she teased while brushing the dust from the worn leather book. Ginny simply rolled her eyes and then pouted, "And what do you want to do work for? I thought we were going to have some fun."
Author's Note: I know the Hermione/Ginny factor wasn't in play the first chapter, but worry not, it will come. I'd like some feedback please =)
After marching half way up the staircase, the two witches were nearly knocked over by a very wide-eyed Ron. "Ronald Weasley! Get back here this instant!" His mother aimed her wand downstairs and tried the leg-locking curse, only to have it miss and hit Crookshanks instead. While Hermione was gathering up her cat, and Mrs. Weasley was apologizing profusely and performing the counter spell, Ron was already racing out the back door. "He is so going to get it," fumed the young witch as she stroked her unlucky pet. The other witch bristled with anger, "He'll be de-gnoming for the rest of the summer! Double bathroom duty! I've half a mind to hex him this instant!"
As she continued to rant, Hermione proceeded up the stairs to get settled in for the rest of the holidays. "Might as well stay now that I'm here, I suppose. maybe Harry's here." In truth, Hermione was also growing angry with Harry as well as Ron, she began to wonder if they'd both been in on the prank. Her suspicions were quelled though, as a very dazed looking Harry walked down the stairs and to the back porch. "Are you alright?" she asked, but received no answer. The tousle haired boy went up to his room with the same dazed look on his face, leaving behind a very confused looking Hermione.
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The afternoon sun glared down upon Stoatshead Hill. During his burst of fear and adrenaline, Ron had managed to settle himself among a group thick summer-dried bushes surrounded by a cluster of trees in no time. He sat down with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped firmly around them. The youngest Weasley boy was shaking all over, as if he had just emerged from a freezer, when in fact he was sweating heavily and trying to cool off in a patch of shade. Ron pushed his damp bangs out of his eyes and muttered, "Bloody hell, what was I thinking?" A little angry voice in his head said, "You moron! Obviously you weren't thinking a bit!" Lying with his hands behind his head, the young wizard sighed and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Much like with Hermione, Hogwarts had also taken its toll on Ron. He had grown to be 5'11' in a few short months. With all of the adventuring they went on, and Ron's extra private work he did to improve his muscular form, he often got caught up in other things besides eating. Only during the holidays spent at home did he really notice how thin and gangly he had become, so he decided he'd make sure to bulk up before his fifth year started. Ron had always told himself he wanted to look good and try out for Quidditch, but secretly within the deep confines of his mind, he knew his efforts were really made in hopes of catching his best friend's eye.
The Gryffindor seeker sat flipping through his old photo album; he had made additions to it since he first received it from Hagrid in his first year. Now not only could he see his parents and relatives smiling and waving at him, but his best friends too. Harry flipped to the latest photograph he'd put in and looked at it thoughtfully. It was of him and Ron, both on his Firebolt, hovering a few feet above ground. Their smiles were huge and excited; it was the first day Harry was allowed to leave the Dursley's and he had just arrived, ready for a summer without pig-faced Dudley complaining about his new computer games or television shows.
~-~-~-~
Tracing his finger over the picture, Harry thought back to all the times they had been photographed together. Every single time he could think of, Ron had been in some way touching him. Whether it had been an arm around his shoulder, or a full on hug, there was definitely body contact. What was odd though, was that the boy with the lightning bolt-shaped scar rather liked the obvious affection his friend had displayed. "I wonder. have I been missing something?" Harry knew their years of friendship had caused a deep unbreakable bond to form around their hearts, but what he didn't know was that it also grew around their souls.
~-~-~-~
Hermione followed Harry to the top room when suddenly the room before it opened up and out ran Ginny Weasley, knocking her over in the process. They tumbled into the living room and formed a heap of robes, blood, and limbs. "Ginny?" questioned Hermione, ".you dead?" A muffled response came, ".Aye, deader than dead." To inspect all the commotion, Mrs. Weasley bustled from the kitchen to where the two witches lay tangled and bruised on the floor.
"Oh my! Accio!" she called, and her daughter sprang free and into her arms, "Accio!" she called again, and directed the other girl over to the couch with her wand. "What's happened to the both of you?" talking in her most motherly tone, she had cooled down a bit from earlier and now her rage for Ron turned into concern for the girls. After giving Mrs. Weasley the explanation they were healed as best could be with the older witch's wand and bandaged up. "Thank you mum" Ginny said brightly, "Hermione and I are going to bond, see you at dinner." And with that, she grabbed her friend's hand and led her to her room.
Sitting uncomfortably on a bed with black sheets, Hermione glanced nervously around the room. She barely spoke to Ginny, save for the brief greetings and small talks that occurred throughout their years at Hogwarts. "Er. Ginny, what did you mean by bond?"
The older witch was always uncharacteristically shy around other girls, and she figured it was because all her social time was spent with Harry and Ron; they were the two most un-girly guys out there. The famous wizard acted like he had something to prove all the time and didn't want to be teased by the Slytherins, and Ron, as his faithful sidekick, followed suit. When Hermione wasn't with the guys, the thought never occurred to her that they might act any differently without her.
So she sat on the bed of one of her best friend's little sister, and cleared her throat, trying to remain calm, without a clue as to what was going on. "Don't be daft, you know bond, hang out, get to know each other a little better. I overheard most of Ron's plan to scare you, and I'm not exactly sure what happened between him and Harry, but I think they both need some alone time and I figured you might get bored without them," The younger girl smiled brightly but Hermione sensed an under current of mischief was behind her thoughts.
She shrugged that off as being a natural Weasley trait and returned the smile, asking, "So, we can't use magic, and this bloody heat is too much for me right now, so what can we do around the house that involves bonding?" Hermione was quite eager to make friends with a girl, and she had always thought Ginny was friendly and smart, so she immediately got up before receiving an answer and grabbed a book from the dusty oak desk. "Seems you haven't been doing summer homework," she teased while brushing the dust from the worn leather book. Ginny simply rolled her eyes and then pouted, "And what do you want to do work for? I thought we were going to have some fun."