Chapter 2- Day 2
Disclaimer I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to the great JKR whom I am not. Thought you should know. Except Sara and Elizabeth, you I created.
A/N Just so you know, Sarah is with Fred and Elizabeth is with George.
She slipped her feet into her favorite pair of lavender slippers and headed towards Fred's room. She felt her jaw drop when she saw no one in the room, but instead a neatly written note lying on the floor in the middle of the room. Hermione crept into the room and carefully picked up the note.
Hermione
Fred, George, Sarah, and Elizabeth have used magic. No surprise there. They're here now and are waiting to be scolded by Arthur. Best of luck! Only 6 more days!
Love, Mrs. Weasley
Hermione rolled her eyes and crumpled up the note. She would tell the rest later. She walked absent- mindedly into the kitchen, wondering what spells Fred and George might have used. And of course anyone that dates the twins would use magic. She was amazed at how long they actually lasted. Maybe they would lose their apparating license. Could they do that? This wasn't a school project...
Hermione was engulfed in thoughts like this that the sudden "OW!" nearly scared Hermione out of her pajamas.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! What's wrong with you?" She saw Ron rubbing his foot, his eyes flaring.
"S-Sorry Ron. I wasn't really paying attention. You see, Fred, George and their girlfriends got sent back home for using magic and..." She risked a glance in Ron's direction. She could tell he didn't care about what she was saying. All he was really looking for was an apology. She shut her mouth and headed towards the pantry. Ron's voice crept in after her.
"Harry's out getting the mail and Ginny's still asleep." He said as if it was the biggest news he had to tell. After thinking about it, Hermione figured it was the biggest news he had to tell. She pulled out a box of cereal and set it on the counter. She concentrated on the label until getting enough courage to head towards Ron.
She looked at the floor as she talked, "How's your foot, Ron?" she said. She didn't want to look at him until she was sure he was over the foot incident.
"Fine. Don't worry about it 'Mione. I'm just tired..." Ron stopped abruptly. Hermione knew why he was tired. She risked a glance towards Ron. He was looking at the floor and if she looked close enough, she could see that he was blushing. Hermione felt her own cheeks heat up and she returned back to her cereal box. But suddenly, her appetite was gone.
She was surprisingly grateful to Harry when he opened the door carrying the mail. "Anything interesting?" asked Hermione, her gaze never leaving the box, her voice sounded fragile.
"No." He said obviously not picking up on the awkwardness that was only too abundant in the air. Harry set the mail down on the table before looking up with a mischievous look in his eye.
"So...What was the late night thing with you two yesterday?" he asked. Suddenly, Hermione felt like strangling Harry.
"Who bought this cereal?" asked Hermione, her voice shaking. Harry walked over to her and turned her around so that her back was now to the cereal box.
"Sorry if I had bad timing." He whispered as though he finally understood what he had missed. Hermione simply nodded her head and turned back around. She poured her cereal into the bowl and grabbed the milk. After what seemed to take forever, Hermione shyly walked over to the table and sat as far away from Ron as possible.
But right after she sat down she felt completely stupid. Ron seemed completely over whatever happened last night. To her surprise, a bit disappointed that Ron could just shrug it off.
The appearance of Ginny in the doorway pepped everyone up a bit. Ron glanced at Harry who was now grinning widely.
"Oy, mate. What's there to be so happy about?" asked Ron heading towards Harry.
"Oh, Ron. Just because you have nothing better to do, lay off Harry and Ginny. Because I know how annoying it is. When I was go out with Viktor..."but Hermione didn't get to finish her sentence.
"First off, Harry and Ginny are not dating. Otherwise I would know--" Ron said glancing fiercely at Harry. "—and please. No one cares about you and Viktor.
"Oh, Ron! What am I always doing? Forgive me for being happy every once in a while. Everything has to be Ron's way..."
Harry and Ginny slunk out of the room but Ron and Hermione were to engulfed in their fight to notice. Suddenly, the anger in Hermione died down. She looked at Ron. He looked kind of—cute when he was mad. His red hair was messed up and it looked even redder than ever. His eyes were flaming and his hands were big. She thought that she could be very happy in Ron's safe big hands.
She suddenly remembered she was supposed to be mad.
"...So Ronald Weasley, SHUT IT!"
"I'm warning you Hermione. I am sick of you and your 'perfect' life. So if you could leave the more simpler people alone..."
Hermione whipped out her Ron and pointed it straight at Ron. Ron gaped in astonishment and then drew out his wand. What happened next shocked Ron more than anything that had just happened. When his wand was pointed at Hermione, he knew that he could never hurt her. Somehow, he felt if she hurt, so would he.
Hermione's wand arm faltered as a thought flashed into her head. She didn't want to hurt Ron. She just wanted to prove a point. But this whole Victor thing was getting on her last nerve...