Ahhh! So many reviews! Thank you! I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I
really support the support behind the story. This is more of a transition
chapter than anything. Anyhow, lots of review replies to write, so here it
goes!
Sgtpepper- Thank you! I'll try to keep the chapters coming regularly!
Isnani- You're into it? Whew! It's good to know I can keep people interested!
Marie Lexis- Thanks for the editing help. I'll definitely figure that all out. It's awesome that you're still into my stories, you having been my first reviewer ever at all. I'm honored.
Harrysmom- I dunno, is she supposed to be? wink Time will tell! I'm glad you think the story is cool!
Lucidity- Yeah, the loophole is a huge part of it all. I'm sure you've already guessed that it'll effect the plot, because like you said, Ron doesn't want anyone to die!
Asia Cwiakala- You're loving my story muchly, I'm loving your reviews muchly. Thank you!
ShadowDown- Why thank you! It's good to know that the plot itself interests you, but I'll keep the humor I can in there for good measure.
Alece- Ignorance is bliss, indeed. They're meant to be, it's inevitable, but realizing it is the fun part. I try to keep my plots original, so I'm pleased to hear that you've never read a story similar to this one before.
Cursed Wedlock by MyKonstantine.
Chapter 4: Seeking Answers
Hermione didn't know what time she finally fell asleep at, but the Weasley house was already bustling by the time she rolled herself out of bed. She didn't know how they could all be so busy and lively after the events of the night before.
She yawned continuously as she waddled down the hall before hearing Mrs. Weasley chatting in the kitchen.
"Yes, Harry dear, I was worried at first." Mrs. Weasley said. "But then I realized this may be a blessing in disguise. My children are going to get married!"
Hermione's ears perked up, and she cautiously moved down a step so that Harry and Mrs. Weasley came into view.
"Children?" Harry repeated in befuddlement. "Child, you mean? It's only Ginny."
Hermione shook her head to herself. Harry hadn't discovered the loophole. For the boy who was once the wizarding world's only hope, Harry Potter wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. She was the brightest, Hermione thought. She knew that out of her year, she was the hot pink crayon or perhaps lime green or—nevermind.
"Well, unless somebody can find another way, Ron will get married. That's the only way he could save himself and Ginny." Mrs. Weasley seemed to be cooking something lovely in the oven. The smell wafted throughout the house.
A look of revelation dawned on Harry's face, but it quickly converted to a look of guilt.
"I wouldn't want to force Ron into a marriage outside of his free will." Hermione leaned forward more so that Harry now came into view. She was in her tiptoes, but held a good grip on the banister.
Mrs. Weasley laughed lightly before moving closer to Harry. "You and I know very well, dear, that Ron is bound to marry our Hermione eventually, so there's no forcing involved."
Hermione's eyes widened. She leaned even further just in time to see Harry's nod of agreement before losing balance and tumbling down the stairs. She hit the ground seemingly with loud "THUD" seconds later, seemingly unharmed.
"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted as she rolled into The Burrow's kitchen. "What are you doing on the floor?"
What was she doing on the floor? Honestly now, did he REALLY just say that?
"I dunno.." She said slowly. She yelled at herself to think of a good excuse that made Harry thinking she hadn't heard them. She could do it! She was the hot pink crayon, after all.
"I suppose I was sleepwalking, because I don't remember anything besides falling down the stairs." Yeah, that one was bloody brilliant.
Mrs. Weasley came over and helped Hermione off the floor. "Sleepwalking?" She said skeptically. "Well, at least you're alright, dear."
Hermione wasn't sure if they truly bought her excuse or not, but decided it was best to change the subject at this point.
"So, where are Ron and Ginny?" She asked, causing Harry and Molly to give each other knowing looks. Apparently, her bringing up Ron was an instant sign of marriage nowadays.
"Ginny went out to do some family research early this morning, and Ron left a little while ago to meet her in Diagon Alley." Molly Weasley said, motioning for Hermione to sit at the table.
Hermione nodded. She remembered Harry telling Ron to meet Ginny last night while they were playing chess. It was only seconds afterward when she saw the bloody image while she held the ring.
Her heart sunk as she thought about it, but she still wasn't able to tell the Weasleys. Things like that happened all the time in the wizarding world, and not every vision truly meant something. There was no reason for her to scare them.
"You left the ring on the table last night. Did you get it back?" was all she said of the gold and gemstone.
Harry nodded, delved in his pocket, and pulled the ring out. "Ginny and I still have to work this whole 'Marriage and a baby' thing out. I mean, it's hard enough to plan when nobody wants your fiancée or best friend dead."
As if hearing her cue, Ginny came out of the fireplace, quickly followed by Ron. She looked flustered as she wiped a stray hair out of her face and turned back to her brother.
"Ronald Weasley! I can't believe you did that to a poor old man!" Her walked to the table and placed a bag down so hard that the table shook.
"What I did to HIM?" Ron bellowed oddly. "I accidentally push into the bloke, he falls over, and when I tried to help him up he STUNNED ME! Right in between the eyes! I was attacked!"
Harry let out a snort. Ginny shook her head slowly. "Ron! He was blind! He thought you were about to mug him!"
"Well he didn't have to stun me! He could've just asked what I was doing!"
Hermione took this moment to make a comment that would make Fred and George proud. "That's exactly what I would've done if I were a blind old wizard. 'Gee, Mr. Person who just threw me to the ground, are you about to hurt me?'" Her voice dripped heavily with sarcasm.
Ron tried to think of a clever comeback while the others laughed, but only came back with "Oh, sod off! We've got more important matters to deal with!"
Ginny took a seat next to Harry, pulling her bag across the table with her. Harry tried to peak inside, but Ginny quickly slapped his hand away.
"I'll be going upstairs then. Now is not the time for me to mosey about." Mrs. Weasley spoke up after watching the children amusedly in the minutes before.
"I should go with you, Molly." Hermione said, but Mrs. Weasley quickly protested. "No, dear! These are your friends! I'm sure it's best if you're kept up to date!"
Hermione sighed, but stayed in her seat. Apparently, if she listened to this, it was also a sign of marriage in Mrs. Weasley's eyes.
The eldest women waddled up the stairs, leaving the four teenagers alone.
After a moment of tense silence, Ginny spoke. "Ron and I discussed what's going on. It's all too much to take in. It's too much to ask." Her voice grew meek as she spoke, but a strong male voice cut through her emotional speech.
"But I don't care." Ron said firmly. He seemed to have gotten over the sibling spat he had with Ginny had just seconds before. "If I need to get married to keep anyone from dying, I'm going to do that."
Harry and Hermione nodded. They know understood what Ginny was saying. It was all too much for anyone to ask of Ron.
"Harry and I should get married at least a month or so before the baby is born." Ginny began. "So, if we can't find a way to break this curse more than two months before the baby's due date, Ron is going to get married."
Harry looked at Ron with a puzzle expression. "Who's going to marry you?"
Ron's ears turned crimson and he rolled his eyes. "You say that like I'm hopeless. Thanks, mate. Thanks a lot."
"You are hopeless!" Harry was clearly joking. "Seriously though, who's the lucky girl you'll ask?"
Ginny smiled knowingly, but Ron just let out a grunt. He uneasily looked into the face of all the others in the room and said, "We'll get there when we get there."
"In the meantime, we've got a wedding to plan." Harry said, pulling the diamond ring out of his pocket and slowly placing it on Ginny's finger. She smiled graciously and gave him a quick kiss.
"You two do." Hermione said. "I've got a curse to research."
"I'm glad you'll help with the curse, but I think it's best that the Maid of Honor have some say in the wedding as well." Ginny said with a sparkle in her eye.
"And the best man too, of course." Harry injected, pointing quickly to Ron. Hermione began to thank the couple over and over again while Ron just smiled at them.
Ginny let out a yawn. "I'm too tired right now. We'll have to reconvene later in the day."
It was shortly after dinner when they met again in the living room. Ginny brought along her bag again, but this time revealed its contents: A strange mix of books between 'Conquered Ancient Curses' and 'The Witches Guide to Your Dream Wedding.'
"Ron and I picked them up at Flourish and Blotts." Ron coughed and corrected her. "I did not pick out any wedding books!"
"Fine!" Ginny said quickly. "I picked out the wedding books and Ron picked out one or two of the curse books."
However, that sentence didn't seem to please Ron either. "You make it seem like I barely did anything!"
Before Ginny exploded, Hermione swiftly turned to him and gave him a light punch. "Put a sock in it, Ronald!"
He seemed to be a little upset by the gesture, but quickly got the point. When the slight commotion quieted down, Ginny pulled out a notebook and said "I've got another one to write facts about the curse in, but as I've already research that, let's talk about the wedding."
Hermione nodded in agreement, but the men groaned in unison. Ginny simply ignored it and picked 'The Witches Guide to Your Dream Wedding' out of the pile.
"Well, what about location?" She asked looking at Harry. "Do you have any preferences?" Harry only shook his head no, which made Ginny mumble "I didn't think so."
"What about here at The Burrow?" Hermione suggested.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Hermione, you're a joke. There's not way we could fit all the guests comfortably at The Burrow."
"Guests?" Harry's ear perked up. "How many guests are we talking about here?"
"Well, I'd like the have my whole family attend-" "That's a lot of people!" "And our friends, of course."
"We'll get back to that!" Ron shouted in order to stop the impending argument between the two before it started.
"What about dresses then?" Hermione suggested for a topic change. "What color am I wearing?"
Ginny thought for a moment. "Perhaps a dark gray." She said, but before she jotted it down Harry grabbed her hand. "Isn't that a little morbid?"
"Fine! Fine!" Ginny gave in, a bit aggravated. She went into thought a little longer this time. "How does maroon sound, Hermione?"
Hermione was about to tell Ginny that maroon sounds lovely when Ron burst out with "Ginny! Don't make people wear maroon! You're just like Mum!"
Hermione gave Ron a death glare, but smiled on the inside. His crusade against all things maroon was quite amusing. However, now they'd have to think of a new color. "What about burgundy?" Hermione suggested.
"That's great!" Ginny said, writing it down and ignoring Ron's protest of "Burgundy is the same thing as maroon!"
"Actually Ron, Burgundy's got a tinge more red in it." Hermione said, feeding her natural inclination to correct Ron, or anyone else, for that matter.
Ron responded by picking up a book about curses out of the pile. "I'd rather research than listen to this gibberish."
"Wow, that's pretty bad." Harry said with a laugh. Everyone else threw eyes like daggers at him.
"Fine." Ginny said stiffly. "You and Hermione can research while Harry and I plan."
It was obvious at this point that the stress was becoming too much. They had months before any true choices had to be made; yet it weighed them down like a brick. It was silence for minutes on end and they all worked at their respective tasks.
"I haven't bloody well accepted this 'family curse' and suddenly it's become my whole life." Ron muttered looking through the book.
"Well, we all know you're not too quick on the uptake." Hermione spat back, getting aggravated with Ron as usual. "I mean, Ginny's pregnant and you can't even accept the fact that she and Harry have sex."
Harry's eyes widened. "Let's not talk about that! Ginny, aren't you feeling tired? Let's all get some sleep and we can do this some other time!"
"Actually, I'm not tired-" Ginny began, but Harry squeeze her leg quite obviously. "Yes, yes, sleep sounds good."
"You two are so bad at this." Ron said, a lopsided smile growing on his face. "If you're going to lie, at least lie well." He flipped the book closed and reached for another one, but there were no more curse books left to look through.
Hermione slammed the last of the three books she'd looked through shut. "Flourish and Blotts isn't a reliable source for real information!" She explained in a frustrated tone. "I would've never have been this lost at the Hogwarts library."
"Let's go then!" Ginny said. "Where?" "Hogwarts, of course!"
Hermione pulled a confused face. "But how? We can't apparate-" "Onto Hogwarts grounds, we know." Ron finished. "We don't need to apparate." "How else could we get in?"
"Hermione, I know your mind works on a complex level, but I need you to be dumb with the rest of us for a moment." Harry told her, putting all their books away.
She thought for a moment, but nothing came to her. Ron stood there, waiting for the idea to dawn on her, but it seemed as if it never would.
Ron walked over to the fireplace and picked up a pot off of the mantle. "Floo, Hermione! Floo powder! Hogwarts has fireplaces, doesn't it?"
"Bugger off, Ron!" Hermione said, picking up a handful of the powder. "Let's get going, then. The less time we're there, the less time I have to put up with this git." She jutted a thumb out at Ron.
Before anyone could respond, Hermione walked into the fire, threw down her Floo powder and yelled out "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Sorry if this chapter isn't the best, but you've got to lead to the fun stuff somehow! I'll try and update with the next action-packed chapter more quickly than I did with this one. Reviews are always appreciated!
Sgtpepper- Thank you! I'll try to keep the chapters coming regularly!
Isnani- You're into it? Whew! It's good to know I can keep people interested!
Marie Lexis- Thanks for the editing help. I'll definitely figure that all out. It's awesome that you're still into my stories, you having been my first reviewer ever at all. I'm honored.
Harrysmom- I dunno, is she supposed to be? wink Time will tell! I'm glad you think the story is cool!
Lucidity- Yeah, the loophole is a huge part of it all. I'm sure you've already guessed that it'll effect the plot, because like you said, Ron doesn't want anyone to die!
Asia Cwiakala- You're loving my story muchly, I'm loving your reviews muchly. Thank you!
ShadowDown- Why thank you! It's good to know that the plot itself interests you, but I'll keep the humor I can in there for good measure.
Alece- Ignorance is bliss, indeed. They're meant to be, it's inevitable, but realizing it is the fun part. I try to keep my plots original, so I'm pleased to hear that you've never read a story similar to this one before.
Cursed Wedlock by MyKonstantine.
Chapter 4: Seeking Answers
Hermione didn't know what time she finally fell asleep at, but the Weasley house was already bustling by the time she rolled herself out of bed. She didn't know how they could all be so busy and lively after the events of the night before.
She yawned continuously as she waddled down the hall before hearing Mrs. Weasley chatting in the kitchen.
"Yes, Harry dear, I was worried at first." Mrs. Weasley said. "But then I realized this may be a blessing in disguise. My children are going to get married!"
Hermione's ears perked up, and she cautiously moved down a step so that Harry and Mrs. Weasley came into view.
"Children?" Harry repeated in befuddlement. "Child, you mean? It's only Ginny."
Hermione shook her head to herself. Harry hadn't discovered the loophole. For the boy who was once the wizarding world's only hope, Harry Potter wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. She was the brightest, Hermione thought. She knew that out of her year, she was the hot pink crayon or perhaps lime green or—nevermind.
"Well, unless somebody can find another way, Ron will get married. That's the only way he could save himself and Ginny." Mrs. Weasley seemed to be cooking something lovely in the oven. The smell wafted throughout the house.
A look of revelation dawned on Harry's face, but it quickly converted to a look of guilt.
"I wouldn't want to force Ron into a marriage outside of his free will." Hermione leaned forward more so that Harry now came into view. She was in her tiptoes, but held a good grip on the banister.
Mrs. Weasley laughed lightly before moving closer to Harry. "You and I know very well, dear, that Ron is bound to marry our Hermione eventually, so there's no forcing involved."
Hermione's eyes widened. She leaned even further just in time to see Harry's nod of agreement before losing balance and tumbling down the stairs. She hit the ground seemingly with loud "THUD" seconds later, seemingly unharmed.
"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted as she rolled into The Burrow's kitchen. "What are you doing on the floor?"
What was she doing on the floor? Honestly now, did he REALLY just say that?
"I dunno.." She said slowly. She yelled at herself to think of a good excuse that made Harry thinking she hadn't heard them. She could do it! She was the hot pink crayon, after all.
"I suppose I was sleepwalking, because I don't remember anything besides falling down the stairs." Yeah, that one was bloody brilliant.
Mrs. Weasley came over and helped Hermione off the floor. "Sleepwalking?" She said skeptically. "Well, at least you're alright, dear."
Hermione wasn't sure if they truly bought her excuse or not, but decided it was best to change the subject at this point.
"So, where are Ron and Ginny?" She asked, causing Harry and Molly to give each other knowing looks. Apparently, her bringing up Ron was an instant sign of marriage nowadays.
"Ginny went out to do some family research early this morning, and Ron left a little while ago to meet her in Diagon Alley." Molly Weasley said, motioning for Hermione to sit at the table.
Hermione nodded. She remembered Harry telling Ron to meet Ginny last night while they were playing chess. It was only seconds afterward when she saw the bloody image while she held the ring.
Her heart sunk as she thought about it, but she still wasn't able to tell the Weasleys. Things like that happened all the time in the wizarding world, and not every vision truly meant something. There was no reason for her to scare them.
"You left the ring on the table last night. Did you get it back?" was all she said of the gold and gemstone.
Harry nodded, delved in his pocket, and pulled the ring out. "Ginny and I still have to work this whole 'Marriage and a baby' thing out. I mean, it's hard enough to plan when nobody wants your fiancée or best friend dead."
As if hearing her cue, Ginny came out of the fireplace, quickly followed by Ron. She looked flustered as she wiped a stray hair out of her face and turned back to her brother.
"Ronald Weasley! I can't believe you did that to a poor old man!" Her walked to the table and placed a bag down so hard that the table shook.
"What I did to HIM?" Ron bellowed oddly. "I accidentally push into the bloke, he falls over, and when I tried to help him up he STUNNED ME! Right in between the eyes! I was attacked!"
Harry let out a snort. Ginny shook her head slowly. "Ron! He was blind! He thought you were about to mug him!"
"Well he didn't have to stun me! He could've just asked what I was doing!"
Hermione took this moment to make a comment that would make Fred and George proud. "That's exactly what I would've done if I were a blind old wizard. 'Gee, Mr. Person who just threw me to the ground, are you about to hurt me?'" Her voice dripped heavily with sarcasm.
Ron tried to think of a clever comeback while the others laughed, but only came back with "Oh, sod off! We've got more important matters to deal with!"
Ginny took a seat next to Harry, pulling her bag across the table with her. Harry tried to peak inside, but Ginny quickly slapped his hand away.
"I'll be going upstairs then. Now is not the time for me to mosey about." Mrs. Weasley spoke up after watching the children amusedly in the minutes before.
"I should go with you, Molly." Hermione said, but Mrs. Weasley quickly protested. "No, dear! These are your friends! I'm sure it's best if you're kept up to date!"
Hermione sighed, but stayed in her seat. Apparently, if she listened to this, it was also a sign of marriage in Mrs. Weasley's eyes.
The eldest women waddled up the stairs, leaving the four teenagers alone.
After a moment of tense silence, Ginny spoke. "Ron and I discussed what's going on. It's all too much to take in. It's too much to ask." Her voice grew meek as she spoke, but a strong male voice cut through her emotional speech.
"But I don't care." Ron said firmly. He seemed to have gotten over the sibling spat he had with Ginny had just seconds before. "If I need to get married to keep anyone from dying, I'm going to do that."
Harry and Hermione nodded. They know understood what Ginny was saying. It was all too much for anyone to ask of Ron.
"Harry and I should get married at least a month or so before the baby is born." Ginny began. "So, if we can't find a way to break this curse more than two months before the baby's due date, Ron is going to get married."
Harry looked at Ron with a puzzle expression. "Who's going to marry you?"
Ron's ears turned crimson and he rolled his eyes. "You say that like I'm hopeless. Thanks, mate. Thanks a lot."
"You are hopeless!" Harry was clearly joking. "Seriously though, who's the lucky girl you'll ask?"
Ginny smiled knowingly, but Ron just let out a grunt. He uneasily looked into the face of all the others in the room and said, "We'll get there when we get there."
"In the meantime, we've got a wedding to plan." Harry said, pulling the diamond ring out of his pocket and slowly placing it on Ginny's finger. She smiled graciously and gave him a quick kiss.
"You two do." Hermione said. "I've got a curse to research."
"I'm glad you'll help with the curse, but I think it's best that the Maid of Honor have some say in the wedding as well." Ginny said with a sparkle in her eye.
"And the best man too, of course." Harry injected, pointing quickly to Ron. Hermione began to thank the couple over and over again while Ron just smiled at them.
Ginny let out a yawn. "I'm too tired right now. We'll have to reconvene later in the day."
It was shortly after dinner when they met again in the living room. Ginny brought along her bag again, but this time revealed its contents: A strange mix of books between 'Conquered Ancient Curses' and 'The Witches Guide to Your Dream Wedding.'
"Ron and I picked them up at Flourish and Blotts." Ron coughed and corrected her. "I did not pick out any wedding books!"
"Fine!" Ginny said quickly. "I picked out the wedding books and Ron picked out one or two of the curse books."
However, that sentence didn't seem to please Ron either. "You make it seem like I barely did anything!"
Before Ginny exploded, Hermione swiftly turned to him and gave him a light punch. "Put a sock in it, Ronald!"
He seemed to be a little upset by the gesture, but quickly got the point. When the slight commotion quieted down, Ginny pulled out a notebook and said "I've got another one to write facts about the curse in, but as I've already research that, let's talk about the wedding."
Hermione nodded in agreement, but the men groaned in unison. Ginny simply ignored it and picked 'The Witches Guide to Your Dream Wedding' out of the pile.
"Well, what about location?" She asked looking at Harry. "Do you have any preferences?" Harry only shook his head no, which made Ginny mumble "I didn't think so."
"What about here at The Burrow?" Hermione suggested.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Hermione, you're a joke. There's not way we could fit all the guests comfortably at The Burrow."
"Guests?" Harry's ear perked up. "How many guests are we talking about here?"
"Well, I'd like the have my whole family attend-" "That's a lot of people!" "And our friends, of course."
"We'll get back to that!" Ron shouted in order to stop the impending argument between the two before it started.
"What about dresses then?" Hermione suggested for a topic change. "What color am I wearing?"
Ginny thought for a moment. "Perhaps a dark gray." She said, but before she jotted it down Harry grabbed her hand. "Isn't that a little morbid?"
"Fine! Fine!" Ginny gave in, a bit aggravated. She went into thought a little longer this time. "How does maroon sound, Hermione?"
Hermione was about to tell Ginny that maroon sounds lovely when Ron burst out with "Ginny! Don't make people wear maroon! You're just like Mum!"
Hermione gave Ron a death glare, but smiled on the inside. His crusade against all things maroon was quite amusing. However, now they'd have to think of a new color. "What about burgundy?" Hermione suggested.
"That's great!" Ginny said, writing it down and ignoring Ron's protest of "Burgundy is the same thing as maroon!"
"Actually Ron, Burgundy's got a tinge more red in it." Hermione said, feeding her natural inclination to correct Ron, or anyone else, for that matter.
Ron responded by picking up a book about curses out of the pile. "I'd rather research than listen to this gibberish."
"Wow, that's pretty bad." Harry said with a laugh. Everyone else threw eyes like daggers at him.
"Fine." Ginny said stiffly. "You and Hermione can research while Harry and I plan."
It was obvious at this point that the stress was becoming too much. They had months before any true choices had to be made; yet it weighed them down like a brick. It was silence for minutes on end and they all worked at their respective tasks.
"I haven't bloody well accepted this 'family curse' and suddenly it's become my whole life." Ron muttered looking through the book.
"Well, we all know you're not too quick on the uptake." Hermione spat back, getting aggravated with Ron as usual. "I mean, Ginny's pregnant and you can't even accept the fact that she and Harry have sex."
Harry's eyes widened. "Let's not talk about that! Ginny, aren't you feeling tired? Let's all get some sleep and we can do this some other time!"
"Actually, I'm not tired-" Ginny began, but Harry squeeze her leg quite obviously. "Yes, yes, sleep sounds good."
"You two are so bad at this." Ron said, a lopsided smile growing on his face. "If you're going to lie, at least lie well." He flipped the book closed and reached for another one, but there were no more curse books left to look through.
Hermione slammed the last of the three books she'd looked through shut. "Flourish and Blotts isn't a reliable source for real information!" She explained in a frustrated tone. "I would've never have been this lost at the Hogwarts library."
"Let's go then!" Ginny said. "Where?" "Hogwarts, of course!"
Hermione pulled a confused face. "But how? We can't apparate-" "Onto Hogwarts grounds, we know." Ron finished. "We don't need to apparate." "How else could we get in?"
"Hermione, I know your mind works on a complex level, but I need you to be dumb with the rest of us for a moment." Harry told her, putting all their books away.
She thought for a moment, but nothing came to her. Ron stood there, waiting for the idea to dawn on her, but it seemed as if it never would.
Ron walked over to the fireplace and picked up a pot off of the mantle. "Floo, Hermione! Floo powder! Hogwarts has fireplaces, doesn't it?"
"Bugger off, Ron!" Hermione said, picking up a handful of the powder. "Let's get going, then. The less time we're there, the less time I have to put up with this git." She jutted a thumb out at Ron.
Before anyone could respond, Hermione walked into the fire, threw down her Floo powder and yelled out "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Sorry if this chapter isn't the best, but you've got to lead to the fun stuff somehow! I'll try and update with the next action-packed chapter more quickly than I did with this one. Reviews are always appreciated!