Authors Note: I dedicate this chapter to my friend (you know who you are) for helping get over writers block (and over the hyper ness of getting over writers block). Also I've written this chapter in Ron's viewpoint so he's kind of the main character for this chapter. Hope you like it R&R thanx
Chapter 4 – Care for a Krum?
Ron sat at the foot of his bed peering through the fogged glass of his bedside window, since his attic bedroom, was high, the cloudy skies of the early morning, covered his window, so it was hard to see if she arrived. It was 5am, when he woke up, the sun just rising in the sky, and somehow, Ron felt sure that she wasn't going to turn up. The sky was already filled with dark clouds and it appeared to prepare for a rain.
He had already checked, and he was sure everyone else was asleep, although it sounded like Fred and George were making their 'bangs' early in the morning, before Mrs Weasley awoke. But Ron did not disturb them, he was too nervous to try and speak to anyone anyway. He had checked Harry, to see Harry fast asleep with Sirius curled up against his stomach. Ron thought it looked a bit soppy, but decided to leave it, returning to his bedroom. He sat there for hours, hugging his knees, staring out the window, for even a gleam of colour, from her parents' blue Nissan. In the end he couldn't take it anymore, it was 7am and she was going to be there in three hours, he got dressed and headed downstairs, why were they taking so long to get up? Was she not a good enough guest or something? He sat down at the dining table in the kitchen and sighed, he just had to wait for everyone else, to get up.
After about an hour, Mrs Weasley, appeared, yawning, she flicked her wrist, wand in hand, not seeming to notice him sitting there. She turned towards him and jumped to see him there.
"Where'd you come from dear, you gave me such a fright." she said.
"I was here all the time Mum." said Ron.
"Oh, right dear, well what would you like to eat?"
"I'm not bothered." said Ron.
She wasn't surprised by this. Nearly all of the Weasley's being the types who, in the morning, would be happy if you just sat them at the table and put something in front of them to chew on. Little did she realise, that Ron wasn't tired at all, or hungry.
She planted a piece of toast and marmalade on a plate in front of him, but he didn't even look at it. He just stared at the clock as if it could tell the time. There was another hand on it now named 'Harry Potter' and at the moment he was fast asleep, like everyone, including Fred and George, but he assumed they had bewitched the clock to make it say 'eating' all the time. Ron stared at the clock at thought about how in 2 and a half hours, Hermione would have her own little hand on that clock.
After another half hour or so, the others individually made their way down stairs and sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast.
"Ron, will you wake Harry up, we want to tell him our news." said Fred.
"Yeah, go on, you had your breakfast." said George.
"All Right, I'm going." Ron mumbled, as he stood up.
He climbed the stairs and knocked on Harry's door before entering. Harry was still asleep but Sirius had woken and padded lightly over to Ron, purring. Ron smiled and went over to Harry.
"Wakey, wakey." he said.
Harry's eyes opened, and he sat up. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on.
"You know, without glasses, I can't tell which Weasley brother I'm talking to." he said grinning
"Yeah well, Mum wants you downstairs for breakfast, Hermione's gonna be here in a minute."
"A minute," said Harry looking at his watch "Or an hour?"
"YEAH WELL," Ron snapped.
"Okay, okay, I'm getting up, god, keep your hair on," said Harry adding in a mutter, "Someone's grumpy this morning."
Ron scowled, why did everyone assume he was tired?
"Get ready and meet me downstairs." he mumbled and he headed back out into the corridor, and down the stairs.
Everyone was still at the table except Mrs. Weasley, who was organizing some flowers in a vase.
"Harry's getting up." he said, sitting at the table once more. Sirius followed him and jumped on the table. He padded across the table to where Mr. Weasley sat, A Daily Prophet held in front of him, so that you could just about see a wisp of red hair peeping out of the top of it.
Sirius sat down in front of it, as if reading the paper himself. Fred laughed gave the kitten a scratch with his forefinger. Sirius turned around and grabbed it with his two paws playfully, so that when Fred lifted his finger, the kitten hung from it, and when he laid it on the table, he jabbed at it.
The Weasley's watched this peacefully for quite a while, until Ron noticed Harry appear at the top of the stairs. At the sight of him, Sirius stopped playing and bounded over to his master. He leaped and Harry caught him in his arms.
"Aww, he's like a little tiger!" said Ginny, a lover of animals.
Harry stroked the purring feline, as he sat down. Ron didn't even give a welcome, in 5 minutes, Hermione would be here..
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ron automatically stood up.
"I'll get it." he said.
Ginny smiled at him in a smile, he'd never seen before..
"What?" he spat.
"Oh, nothing" she said smiling even more.
He sighed, and made his way to the front door. He opened it to see a man standing there, holding a cardboard cut out of a tree saying, 'This was once a tree'.
"No thanks." he said, turning and slamming the door from behind him.
He sighed again and went back into the Kitchen. Everyone looked at him.
"Muggles." he said, before sitting down again.
A half an hour later, he started it get slightly nervous. Why hadn't she arrived? Why was she late?
Then, there was another knock. Ron slowly got up again and went to the front door. He opened it to see a bushy haired girl standing before him.
"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, pulling him into hug, at first Ron went bright red, but relaxed when she started hugging everyone. When she arrived at Ginny they both screamed before hugging each other really tightly. Fred and George rolled their eyes as Harry laughed at them do a mock impression of the incident.
Mr. and Mrs Granger shook hands with all they Weasley's and then started talking to the other two adults in the room.
They spent the day catching up, Harry told Hermione how he got Sirius and Hermione told them about her time during the summer.
That night, Hermione set up the spare bed in Ginny's room and hid all her letters under the mattress. There was no way Ron was going to see them. She wondered for a while, as she lay down, why she had thought of him first, but decided to call it a coincidence and leave it at that.