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A/N- I'm sorry about my first chapter, I completely forgot about the disclaimer and the author's notes, it was 12:00 at night when I finished it and I was fairly tired. So please excuse my mistake. I have made a slight change in my writing, thanks to some constructive criticism from 'The Brutal Truth' so I hope it's a little better than before. Enjoy!
Speedstergal : )
New To Me
Chapter 2
"Hermione sweetie, come sit down." Mrs. Weasley's motherly voice reached Hermione's ears. Hermione was suddenly very uncomfortable. She glanced apprehensively around the room trying to find the open chair. "There's an open seat next to Fred and Ginny dear." Of course, why didn't this surprise her? It was ironic really, of course she would be stuck sitting right next to Fred. It was always her luck. Hermione swallowed the lump forming in her throat and slowly made her way over to the chair.
She sat down gingerly, keeping her eyes down on her plate. "Mum can we please eat now?" Percy asked urgently. "I've got a great deal of work I must get done for the Ministry."
"Yes, everyone dig in!" Mrs. Weasley declared. Exactly on cue everyone's hands shot out into the middle of the table trying frantically to get first dibs on food. Hermione felt a little better about the situation and she began to relax.
"Fo, Hermime when bid woo get hewe?" Ron asked his mouth stuffed with food.
"Ronald Weasley you do not speak with your mouth full!" Mrs. Weasley fussed. Ron rolled his eyes and finished chewing his food.
"So, Hermione when did you get here?" He asked again, visibly irritated.
"About thirty minutes ago, Ginny and I've been hanging out."
"Great food Molly." Mr. Weasley complimented, taking two more dinner rolls.
"Well thank you Arthur, I worked very hard on this dinner, we have special guests tonight." Mrs. Weasley answered smiling at Hermione and Harry.
"Speaking of work," Mr. Weasley began causing Fred and George to sigh noisily. "Fred, George have you two found jobs yet?"
"Of course." Fred said simply grinning at George.
"And where pray tell are you working?"
"Well we're not exactly quote 'working' anywhere at the moment..."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Mrs. Weasley asked looking at the two boys suspiciously.
"We are working, just not making any money...yet." George said putting on his most innocent face as he watched his mother's face begin to turn red.
"How many times must I tell you that you boys ARE NOT going to start some asinine joke shop?! There is absolutely no way you could EVER be successful in that line of business and ALL, meaning every single one, of my children WILL be successful in their work. The first three of my children have done perfectly fine in the outside world and you two are not about to throw your futures to the wind, do you hear me??" Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath trying to regain her composure while Fred and George looked amazed and a little hurt. Harry and Hermione where wide-eyed, Ginny and Ron however, shrugged and resumed eating.
"On a lighter note, Arthur how was work?" Mrs. Weasley asked calmly (A little too calmly) as she spooned a large portion of mashed potatoes onto her already overflowing plate.
"Oh," Mr. Weasley looked hesitantly over at his wife, he had to lighten up the tension that befallen on the table, "it was an interesting day, I got to work this morning and I found out my password didn't work at the phone booth so I spent about thirty minutes arguing with the secretary. Once I finally convinced her that I did indeed work at the Ministry she didn't even apologize for making me incredibly late. So I dashed into my office and apologized I don't know how many times to my already infuriated boss. Apparently Laurie Mitchell had been fooling around with some matches and had caught her desk on fire...poor women she always did lack a little common sense. Anyway my boss was about to decapitate me..."
And Mr. Weasley kept rambling on and on. Hermione felt the beginnings of a headache coming on and resisted the urge to rub her temples. All of the sudden she felt a sharp jab in her side. She turned to face Ginny who was whispering something that Hermione couldn't quite make out. Hermione's headache was growing from a small pain to nearly throbbing. At the same time she felt something land on her thigh, glancing down she saw a hand. Her heart skipped a beat it was Fred's.
Hermione found it getting harder and harder to breath. She could've sworn she was blushing. Ginny kept jabbing her in the stomach and whispering to her, Mr. Weasley kept babbling incessantly about his boring job at the Ministry and Fred's hand began moving up and down her thigh getting dangerously close to her skirt's hem. Meanwhile Hermione felt like a dozen large metal balls where bouncing around in her cranium.
When Mr. Weasley began explaining what food processors do, and when Ginny jammed her elbow right below Hermione's rib cage and when Fred's hand slide underneath her skirt, Hermione snapped. She jumped up so fast you would have thought the table was on fire. Her chair went clattering to the floor causing everyone, even Mr. Weasley, to stop talking and look over at the brunette. By the way everyone was staring, you would've thought she was some crazed lunatic.
"Um, I uh, need to, uh..." She looked like a complete idiot standing up in front of everybody, her face burning and mumbling like she'd lost her mind, "uh, use the restroom, um yeah, the restroom. Can I please be excused?" She asked Mrs. Weasley with pleading eyes.
"Yes you may dear." Mrs. Weasley said a concerned expression on her face.
"Thank you." And with that Hermione basically ran out of the dining room and up the stairs. Once she reached Ginny's room she shut the door, leaning on it for support she let out a sigh of relief. Her face was on fire and the metal balls where now throwing themselves around in her head.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. One, Fred had most definitely hit on her, and had nearly violated, well he did really, her comfort zone. She couldn't believe he'd done that. First of all he was going steady with Angelina, second he had to of known that Ron had a thing for her, and third...HE TOUCHED HER. No other guy had ever touched her in that way.
Much to her disapproval, however, she'd enjoyed it. She knew she shouldn't have, but she loved the tingling sensation she had gotten every time his hand had reached the hem of her skirt, she loved the way he caressed her skin and she loved the way... No, she couldn't think that. It was wrong. This was Ron's older brother she was thinking about. He was completely off- limits
Yet a small voice in her head kept saying that if nobody knew about it then... But Hermione refused to listen to it. This was Fred, Ron's older brother...it just couldn't happen, but if she did it in secret...NO! She needed to stop it.
Hermione jumped up, and immediately regretted it, every single metal ball in her head went colliding into the top of her scull causing her to squeal in pain and become quite light-headed. "Hermione?" Ginny had cracked open the door and had peeked in. "Are you ok?" She asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I have an amazing headache."
"Oh ok, do you want to come downstairs for a bit and say 'hello' to Ron and Harry?"
"Uh, yeah sure." Hermione followed Ginny out the door and down the stairs gingerly rubbing her temples.
"'Mione!" A voice cried out, causing Hermione to cringe in pain.
"Headache Ron, bad headache." Hermione said slightly annoyed.
"Oh sorry..." He apologized sheepishly.
"It's ok, sorry I left so abruptly at dinner, I uh forgot about something rather important."
"It's uh, ok." Ron said exchanging confused glances with Harry. They both looked at Ginny questioningly who shrugged her shoulders.
"I just came down to say hi, I think I'm going to go upstairs and get a little sleep, just to calm my headache."
"Oh, uh ok." Ron looked a little crestfallen.
"Goodnight Harry." Hermione hugged Harry quickly than turned to Ron, who pulled her into his arms. They sat there for a few minutes embracing each other. For the first time that night, Hermione's head cleared and all she could think about was how wonderful it felt to have Ron's arms around her.
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat. Ron and Hermione pulled apart, a slight blush tinged Hermione's cheeks and the tops of Ron's ears where red. Ginny and Harry grinned at the two mischievously.
"Goodnight Ron." Hermione said kissing him on the cheek. She then turned around and began walking towards the stairs.
After Hermione left Harry turned to Ron and said comfortingly, "Don't worry Ron, just wait till tomorrow. 'Mione is just tired, besides I can tell she likes you. Tomorrow she'll be all yours."
"Yeah Ron, she told me upstairs before dinner that she liked you, don't worry about it, she'll totally say yeah." Ginny told her brother giving him a reassuring smile, "If Fred doesn't get in the way that is..." She said under her breath.
"What was that Gin?"
"Oh, uh nothing."
Hermione walked towards Ginny's room, where she was sleeping, grinning from ear to ear. Her and Ron were seriously hitting it off, and for a brief moment she forgot all about Fred, but she was soon reminded once more.
As she passed Fred and George's room, they both came out talking in a low voice. Hermione decided to ignore them and continued walking towards Ginny's room. A couple of moments later she felt a quick bit of pressure on her bottom. She whirled around to Fred and George's retreating figures.
Fred glanced back and gave Hermione a lopsided grin. "Sweet dreams 'Mione." He once again winked than followed George down the stairs.
Hermione walked in to Ginny's room, let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed onto the bed.
A/N- Just to let you guys know, she didn't pass out or anything she just fell on to the bed, that's all. Well I hope you enjoyed!
Speedstergal : )
A/N- I'm sorry about my first chapter, I completely forgot about the disclaimer and the author's notes, it was 12:00 at night when I finished it and I was fairly tired. So please excuse my mistake. I have made a slight change in my writing, thanks to some constructive criticism from 'The Brutal Truth' so I hope it's a little better than before. Enjoy!
Speedstergal : )
New To Me
Chapter 2
"Hermione sweetie, come sit down." Mrs. Weasley's motherly voice reached Hermione's ears. Hermione was suddenly very uncomfortable. She glanced apprehensively around the room trying to find the open chair. "There's an open seat next to Fred and Ginny dear." Of course, why didn't this surprise her? It was ironic really, of course she would be stuck sitting right next to Fred. It was always her luck. Hermione swallowed the lump forming in her throat and slowly made her way over to the chair.
She sat down gingerly, keeping her eyes down on her plate. "Mum can we please eat now?" Percy asked urgently. "I've got a great deal of work I must get done for the Ministry."
"Yes, everyone dig in!" Mrs. Weasley declared. Exactly on cue everyone's hands shot out into the middle of the table trying frantically to get first dibs on food. Hermione felt a little better about the situation and she began to relax.
"Fo, Hermime when bid woo get hewe?" Ron asked his mouth stuffed with food.
"Ronald Weasley you do not speak with your mouth full!" Mrs. Weasley fussed. Ron rolled his eyes and finished chewing his food.
"So, Hermione when did you get here?" He asked again, visibly irritated.
"About thirty minutes ago, Ginny and I've been hanging out."
"Great food Molly." Mr. Weasley complimented, taking two more dinner rolls.
"Well thank you Arthur, I worked very hard on this dinner, we have special guests tonight." Mrs. Weasley answered smiling at Hermione and Harry.
"Speaking of work," Mr. Weasley began causing Fred and George to sigh noisily. "Fred, George have you two found jobs yet?"
"Of course." Fred said simply grinning at George.
"And where pray tell are you working?"
"Well we're not exactly quote 'working' anywhere at the moment..."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Mrs. Weasley asked looking at the two boys suspiciously.
"We are working, just not making any money...yet." George said putting on his most innocent face as he watched his mother's face begin to turn red.
"How many times must I tell you that you boys ARE NOT going to start some asinine joke shop?! There is absolutely no way you could EVER be successful in that line of business and ALL, meaning every single one, of my children WILL be successful in their work. The first three of my children have done perfectly fine in the outside world and you two are not about to throw your futures to the wind, do you hear me??" Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath trying to regain her composure while Fred and George looked amazed and a little hurt. Harry and Hermione where wide-eyed, Ginny and Ron however, shrugged and resumed eating.
"On a lighter note, Arthur how was work?" Mrs. Weasley asked calmly (A little too calmly) as she spooned a large portion of mashed potatoes onto her already overflowing plate.
"Oh," Mr. Weasley looked hesitantly over at his wife, he had to lighten up the tension that befallen on the table, "it was an interesting day, I got to work this morning and I found out my password didn't work at the phone booth so I spent about thirty minutes arguing with the secretary. Once I finally convinced her that I did indeed work at the Ministry she didn't even apologize for making me incredibly late. So I dashed into my office and apologized I don't know how many times to my already infuriated boss. Apparently Laurie Mitchell had been fooling around with some matches and had caught her desk on fire...poor women she always did lack a little common sense. Anyway my boss was about to decapitate me..."
And Mr. Weasley kept rambling on and on. Hermione felt the beginnings of a headache coming on and resisted the urge to rub her temples. All of the sudden she felt a sharp jab in her side. She turned to face Ginny who was whispering something that Hermione couldn't quite make out. Hermione's headache was growing from a small pain to nearly throbbing. At the same time she felt something land on her thigh, glancing down she saw a hand. Her heart skipped a beat it was Fred's.
Hermione found it getting harder and harder to breath. She could've sworn she was blushing. Ginny kept jabbing her in the stomach and whispering to her, Mr. Weasley kept babbling incessantly about his boring job at the Ministry and Fred's hand began moving up and down her thigh getting dangerously close to her skirt's hem. Meanwhile Hermione felt like a dozen large metal balls where bouncing around in her cranium.
When Mr. Weasley began explaining what food processors do, and when Ginny jammed her elbow right below Hermione's rib cage and when Fred's hand slide underneath her skirt, Hermione snapped. She jumped up so fast you would have thought the table was on fire. Her chair went clattering to the floor causing everyone, even Mr. Weasley, to stop talking and look over at the brunette. By the way everyone was staring, you would've thought she was some crazed lunatic.
"Um, I uh, need to, uh..." She looked like a complete idiot standing up in front of everybody, her face burning and mumbling like she'd lost her mind, "uh, use the restroom, um yeah, the restroom. Can I please be excused?" She asked Mrs. Weasley with pleading eyes.
"Yes you may dear." Mrs. Weasley said a concerned expression on her face.
"Thank you." And with that Hermione basically ran out of the dining room and up the stairs. Once she reached Ginny's room she shut the door, leaning on it for support she let out a sigh of relief. Her face was on fire and the metal balls where now throwing themselves around in her head.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. One, Fred had most definitely hit on her, and had nearly violated, well he did really, her comfort zone. She couldn't believe he'd done that. First of all he was going steady with Angelina, second he had to of known that Ron had a thing for her, and third...HE TOUCHED HER. No other guy had ever touched her in that way.
Much to her disapproval, however, she'd enjoyed it. She knew she shouldn't have, but she loved the tingling sensation she had gotten every time his hand had reached the hem of her skirt, she loved the way he caressed her skin and she loved the way... No, she couldn't think that. It was wrong. This was Ron's older brother she was thinking about. He was completely off- limits
Yet a small voice in her head kept saying that if nobody knew about it then... But Hermione refused to listen to it. This was Fred, Ron's older brother...it just couldn't happen, but if she did it in secret...NO! She needed to stop it.
Hermione jumped up, and immediately regretted it, every single metal ball in her head went colliding into the top of her scull causing her to squeal in pain and become quite light-headed. "Hermione?" Ginny had cracked open the door and had peeked in. "Are you ok?" She asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I have an amazing headache."
"Oh ok, do you want to come downstairs for a bit and say 'hello' to Ron and Harry?"
"Uh, yeah sure." Hermione followed Ginny out the door and down the stairs gingerly rubbing her temples.
"'Mione!" A voice cried out, causing Hermione to cringe in pain.
"Headache Ron, bad headache." Hermione said slightly annoyed.
"Oh sorry..." He apologized sheepishly.
"It's ok, sorry I left so abruptly at dinner, I uh forgot about something rather important."
"It's uh, ok." Ron said exchanging confused glances with Harry. They both looked at Ginny questioningly who shrugged her shoulders.
"I just came down to say hi, I think I'm going to go upstairs and get a little sleep, just to calm my headache."
"Oh, uh ok." Ron looked a little crestfallen.
"Goodnight Harry." Hermione hugged Harry quickly than turned to Ron, who pulled her into his arms. They sat there for a few minutes embracing each other. For the first time that night, Hermione's head cleared and all she could think about was how wonderful it felt to have Ron's arms around her.
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat. Ron and Hermione pulled apart, a slight blush tinged Hermione's cheeks and the tops of Ron's ears where red. Ginny and Harry grinned at the two mischievously.
"Goodnight Ron." Hermione said kissing him on the cheek. She then turned around and began walking towards the stairs.
After Hermione left Harry turned to Ron and said comfortingly, "Don't worry Ron, just wait till tomorrow. 'Mione is just tired, besides I can tell she likes you. Tomorrow she'll be all yours."
"Yeah Ron, she told me upstairs before dinner that she liked you, don't worry about it, she'll totally say yeah." Ginny told her brother giving him a reassuring smile, "If Fred doesn't get in the way that is..." She said under her breath.
"What was that Gin?"
"Oh, uh nothing."
Hermione walked towards Ginny's room, where she was sleeping, grinning from ear to ear. Her and Ron were seriously hitting it off, and for a brief moment she forgot all about Fred, but she was soon reminded once more.
As she passed Fred and George's room, they both came out talking in a low voice. Hermione decided to ignore them and continued walking towards Ginny's room. A couple of moments later she felt a quick bit of pressure on her bottom. She whirled around to Fred and George's retreating figures.
Fred glanced back and gave Hermione a lopsided grin. "Sweet dreams 'Mione." He once again winked than followed George down the stairs.
Hermione walked in to Ginny's room, let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed onto the bed.
A/N- Just to let you guys know, she didn't pass out or anything she just fell on to the bed, that's all. Well I hope you enjoyed!
Speedstergal : )