A/N: This is not exactly my usual writing style so I am doing the best I
can. I am more of a comedy person. Well, I am good with puns and corny
stuff. I get it from my dad! (tehehe) Oh yeah, and pay attention to the
beginning of Hermione's PoV and then Ron's PoV! Well, here ya go . . .
Hermione let herself be dragged on by Ginny. Actually, it was the only thing keeping her from melting onto the floor. Why did he do that? Well, whatever his reason was, Hermione hoped it came again.
"Why so happy," Ginny asked looking back and seeing her friend with a smile on her face and in a daze. Hermione thought to herself. Well, it happened in front of Harry; it was not a secret.
"Ron kissed me," she said still thinking about it. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going; Ginny took care of that.
"No, you just kissed him," Ginny said eyeing her oddly. "On the cheek, remember?" Hermione shook her head.
"No, after I kissed him on the cheek, he pulled me back and kissed me," Hermione said coming back to earth bit by bit. "Then you pulled harder and pulled me away."
Ginny's eyes were wide. "So that's what the pull was," she looked at Hermione. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Why?" Hermione said a little confused.
"Well, I pulled you away from him," Ginny said, her face distraught. When she saw Hermione's even more confused face she added, "Oh, you know you've liked him ever since second year at least!"
Hermione thought to herself for a moment. Thought all the way back to first year. She thought of all the fights she ever had with him, and how awful she felt afterwards even if she was right. She thought of all the times Ron had saved her from studying too much or even from a mountain troll. She thought of Crookshanks and Scabbers, and how they would fight over who's fault it was that the filthy little rat was gone. (She did not like thinking about that, it brought back too bad of a memory.) She thought of all the times when Ron got mad when she wrote to Viktor. She thought of every time Ron had made her laugh, and how she did not ever want to stop. She thought of everything.
"Oh my gosh," she said as Ginny walked on. The train corridor was starting to fill up with people. "I have!" Ginny rolled her eyes and kept walking. How had she not noticed it before? It was only this year that something started to come over her. A now she knew what it was.
CHANGE POINT OF VIEW!!!!!!!! CHANGE POINT OF VIEW!!!!!!!!
Ron sat back on the cushion of the compartment. He did not know why he had done that. It just felt right. Well whatever his reason was, he knew he wanted it to come again.
"Why'd you do that?" Harry said with a big grin on his face. Ron could not even say anything. He just shook his head. He was breathing heavily and if he had not been sitting down, he would have gone after her. He was glad he was sitting down. He did not want to cause any more embarrassment.
Ron just thought of the look on Hermione's face. She had looked confused. Light, confused! What had he done? Maybe it was her who pulled away and not Ginny. Maybe she had thought it was awful and left immediately. Maybe she hated it and was waiting for him outside so she could slap him. Or worse, she liked it . . .
"Are you coming? The train's stopped," Harry said impatiently. Ron took as long as he possibly could. Gathering his things all in a neat pile, but then pretending not to like how it was arranged so he re did it. When Harry announced his impatience once more, Ron responded, "Are you really that eager to get back to the Dursley's?" Harry grimaced and sat back down.
Finally, Ron was spent. He could not find another way to arrange so he decided to leave. Harry went before him. There didn't seem to be anyone else on the train except for a few.
Stepping out the door, he found his whole family – except Weatherby of course – and smiled. He looked further and sighed in relief. Hermione was nowhere in sight. He actually felt a little empty also. He wanted to see her again.
Looking closer at his family, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny were all eyeing him oddly. Ginny smirked. Oh no, he though.
As if reading his mind, Harry said, "Come on mate, at least they're family." Ron couldn't help thinking that that was the worst part.
Walking over to his mother, she squeezed him so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe. She did the same to Harry. Bill messed up his hair by rubbing it and Charlie nudged him in the shoulder. Fred and George, who had just seen him the night before, stood back with Ginny. She still smirked.
"Oh, I'm so glad you are home now," His mother said, grabbing him and squeezing him yet again. "I missed you so much."
"Mum," he gasped. "I can't breathe."
"Oh, I'm sorry dear," she said letting go. Ron breathed a moment. That was, till his father found him.
"Good to see you son," he said patting his back. "How was it?" He was referring to school. Ron hoped he was at least.
"Oh it was fine," he began. "I think I did well on my exams." His father smiled and said a short, "good, good."
"Well, come along Weasley's. To the car," his father said so everyone could hear.
"Bye Ron," Harry said. He seemed to be looking for the Dursley's. Ron noticed they were not there. "Bye everyone."
"Oh wait, Arthur. We forgot about Harry," his mum said walking back towards Harry.
"You don't have to wait for me," Harry said respectfully. His mum smiled.
"Of course we do," she said. "You are coming with us." Harry looked surprised. "We asked Dumbledore and the Dursley's and they said it would be alright." Harry smiled.
Back at the house, Ron took a deep breath. The smell of mildew and something cooking always reminded him of home. He went with Harry up to his room to unpack. They started talking about what they were going to do this summer. Harry only thought of things he could do here. Ron smiled to himself. They talked this way till mum called them down for dinner.
Gathering around the table, Ron sat in his usual spot: next to Charlie and – if he was there – Harry. His mother placed plates of food on the table. They always had a feast – well not exactly – when they came back from Hogwarts.
Ron could not help notice that Ginny, Fred, George, and Bill were staring at him from across the table. Charlie kept glancing sideways at him. Ginny still wore her smirk. Light, why were they doing that!?
The whole dinner continued this way. Even Harry started to smirk at him. His mother noticed her children and their behavior and she kept looking from Bill to Ron, from Charlie to Ron, from Ginny to Ron, and so on. His father did not seem to notice. He was lost in a conversation with Harry about hair plugs. "Well, being a plug collector, I noticed that a hair plug is like no other plug I've ever seen . . ."
When the meal was FINALLY over, Ron quickly departed to his room. He did not like being under all of the eyes. When Harry came up, they started to talk again. That is until a knock came at the door.
A/N: I would just like to inform you that, just like I am a Harry Potter freak, I am also a Wheel of Time freak. (LOTR too, but that's going a little off the subject.) As you can see, I used the word "light" as an interjection. This is how it is done in The Wheel of Time series. Yes, I know it's odd but I use this word in everyday life (along with many other words or phrases from the series: May you always find water and shade, Peace favor your sword, The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and Sa Sovria neinde misain ye) so I just naturally put it there. Yeah, well, chapter seven. It's going to be humorous . . . hopefully . . .
P.S. Thank you reviewers . . .
Hermione let herself be dragged on by Ginny. Actually, it was the only thing keeping her from melting onto the floor. Why did he do that? Well, whatever his reason was, Hermione hoped it came again.
"Why so happy," Ginny asked looking back and seeing her friend with a smile on her face and in a daze. Hermione thought to herself. Well, it happened in front of Harry; it was not a secret.
"Ron kissed me," she said still thinking about it. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going; Ginny took care of that.
"No, you just kissed him," Ginny said eyeing her oddly. "On the cheek, remember?" Hermione shook her head.
"No, after I kissed him on the cheek, he pulled me back and kissed me," Hermione said coming back to earth bit by bit. "Then you pulled harder and pulled me away."
Ginny's eyes were wide. "So that's what the pull was," she looked at Hermione. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Why?" Hermione said a little confused.
"Well, I pulled you away from him," Ginny said, her face distraught. When she saw Hermione's even more confused face she added, "Oh, you know you've liked him ever since second year at least!"
Hermione thought to herself for a moment. Thought all the way back to first year. She thought of all the fights she ever had with him, and how awful she felt afterwards even if she was right. She thought of all the times Ron had saved her from studying too much or even from a mountain troll. She thought of Crookshanks and Scabbers, and how they would fight over who's fault it was that the filthy little rat was gone. (She did not like thinking about that, it brought back too bad of a memory.) She thought of all the times when Ron got mad when she wrote to Viktor. She thought of every time Ron had made her laugh, and how she did not ever want to stop. She thought of everything.
"Oh my gosh," she said as Ginny walked on. The train corridor was starting to fill up with people. "I have!" Ginny rolled her eyes and kept walking. How had she not noticed it before? It was only this year that something started to come over her. A now she knew what it was.
CHANGE POINT OF VIEW!!!!!!!! CHANGE POINT OF VIEW!!!!!!!!
Ron sat back on the cushion of the compartment. He did not know why he had done that. It just felt right. Well whatever his reason was, he knew he wanted it to come again.
"Why'd you do that?" Harry said with a big grin on his face. Ron could not even say anything. He just shook his head. He was breathing heavily and if he had not been sitting down, he would have gone after her. He was glad he was sitting down. He did not want to cause any more embarrassment.
Ron just thought of the look on Hermione's face. She had looked confused. Light, confused! What had he done? Maybe it was her who pulled away and not Ginny. Maybe she had thought it was awful and left immediately. Maybe she hated it and was waiting for him outside so she could slap him. Or worse, she liked it . . .
"Are you coming? The train's stopped," Harry said impatiently. Ron took as long as he possibly could. Gathering his things all in a neat pile, but then pretending not to like how it was arranged so he re did it. When Harry announced his impatience once more, Ron responded, "Are you really that eager to get back to the Dursley's?" Harry grimaced and sat back down.
Finally, Ron was spent. He could not find another way to arrange so he decided to leave. Harry went before him. There didn't seem to be anyone else on the train except for a few.
Stepping out the door, he found his whole family – except Weatherby of course – and smiled. He looked further and sighed in relief. Hermione was nowhere in sight. He actually felt a little empty also. He wanted to see her again.
Looking closer at his family, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ginny were all eyeing him oddly. Ginny smirked. Oh no, he though.
As if reading his mind, Harry said, "Come on mate, at least they're family." Ron couldn't help thinking that that was the worst part.
Walking over to his mother, she squeezed him so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe. She did the same to Harry. Bill messed up his hair by rubbing it and Charlie nudged him in the shoulder. Fred and George, who had just seen him the night before, stood back with Ginny. She still smirked.
"Oh, I'm so glad you are home now," His mother said, grabbing him and squeezing him yet again. "I missed you so much."
"Mum," he gasped. "I can't breathe."
"Oh, I'm sorry dear," she said letting go. Ron breathed a moment. That was, till his father found him.
"Good to see you son," he said patting his back. "How was it?" He was referring to school. Ron hoped he was at least.
"Oh it was fine," he began. "I think I did well on my exams." His father smiled and said a short, "good, good."
"Well, come along Weasley's. To the car," his father said so everyone could hear.
"Bye Ron," Harry said. He seemed to be looking for the Dursley's. Ron noticed they were not there. "Bye everyone."
"Oh wait, Arthur. We forgot about Harry," his mum said walking back towards Harry.
"You don't have to wait for me," Harry said respectfully. His mum smiled.
"Of course we do," she said. "You are coming with us." Harry looked surprised. "We asked Dumbledore and the Dursley's and they said it would be alright." Harry smiled.
Back at the house, Ron took a deep breath. The smell of mildew and something cooking always reminded him of home. He went with Harry up to his room to unpack. They started talking about what they were going to do this summer. Harry only thought of things he could do here. Ron smiled to himself. They talked this way till mum called them down for dinner.
Gathering around the table, Ron sat in his usual spot: next to Charlie and – if he was there – Harry. His mother placed plates of food on the table. They always had a feast – well not exactly – when they came back from Hogwarts.
Ron could not help notice that Ginny, Fred, George, and Bill were staring at him from across the table. Charlie kept glancing sideways at him. Ginny still wore her smirk. Light, why were they doing that!?
The whole dinner continued this way. Even Harry started to smirk at him. His mother noticed her children and their behavior and she kept looking from Bill to Ron, from Charlie to Ron, from Ginny to Ron, and so on. His father did not seem to notice. He was lost in a conversation with Harry about hair plugs. "Well, being a plug collector, I noticed that a hair plug is like no other plug I've ever seen . . ."
When the meal was FINALLY over, Ron quickly departed to his room. He did not like being under all of the eyes. When Harry came up, they started to talk again. That is until a knock came at the door.
A/N: I would just like to inform you that, just like I am a Harry Potter freak, I am also a Wheel of Time freak. (LOTR too, but that's going a little off the subject.) As you can see, I used the word "light" as an interjection. This is how it is done in The Wheel of Time series. Yes, I know it's odd but I use this word in everyday life (along with many other words or phrases from the series: May you always find water and shade, Peace favor your sword, The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and Sa Sovria neinde misain ye) so I just naturally put it there. Yeah, well, chapter seven. It's going to be humorous . . . hopefully . . .
P.S. Thank you reviewers . . .