Author's Notes: Bigger chappie. Yay.
Hermione's Surprise
It's about a week later. I have been "writing" in this thing about once a week. We went to get Hermione today. Oh what fun.
We got there. A load of Aurors and two red haired people. Namely me and Bill. Any Muggle probably would have run away screaming if they saw us. Moody with his peg-leg and freaky eye and half a nose, Tonks with her bright green hair and now cat eyes, and then the wizardly dressed other Aurors. Diggle had this top-hat. The kind no one ever wears. Ever.
Moody had borrowed this thing that took out the Muggle streetlights from Dumbledore. So luckily no one could see us anyway. Hermione lives in a big, very Muggly house on a very Muggly street. Nice lawn, only two (balanced) light blue stories, a gnomeless garden. How boring. We went to her doorstep and I stood in front, so as not to give whoever answered the door a breathing disorder, because Hermione's parents have met me before at Flourish and Blotts. Hestia Jones reached forward and pointed to this little glwoing button. I pushed it and I could hear this chime go off in the house. They had curtains over narrow windows next to a big white door. We could see a shadow walk up to the door.
Thankfully, it was Hermione.
"Ron! I didn't know you were coming," she said, and she hugged me. Now this is saying something, usually she hugs Harry. Bad thing was my stomach did this little dance in my ribs. Anyway, she looked happy at first then she looked sort of surprised, like somone threw her off of the Astronomy Tower. Obviously she noticed the grown, scary looking bunch of witches and wizards standing menacingly behind me. Moody stepped forward a bit, still behind me (I heard him clink up) and she realized that I didn't have a Death Eater holding me at wand point or anything.
"Yeah, I wasn't allowed to tell you," I said, kind of pointing my eyes in Moody's direction and then rolling them. She smiled and said it was alright. She invited us in and we kind of stood in the hall, which is quite big. She went to get her parents. Her Dad stepped out of the room to the left of the front hall and his face almost fell off when he saw us. I grinned slightly and I know my ears turned red. She brought her mum in and kind of reintroduced me. Her mum acted like not one of the strangers in her front hall was dressed like lunatics. She's really quite nice. I introduced the large group of wizards and witches, three of which were now standing and staring from the hall, fascinated, at a big box in the next room that had people moving around and talking in it. I suppose it's a Muggle T.V., but I tried not to look at it. Oh, if Dad had come. That would have been amusing.
Anyways, Moody and the rest of them asked very nice-like if Hermione could come to stay with me and my family for the rest of the summer. They agreed, but I think it was only because Tonks was now poking at this picture that wasn't moving with her wand and shouting, "What's wrong with it?". So Moody told me to go help Hermione with her things and that he needed to have a talk with Mr. and Mrs. Granger. So we went upstairs.
"Your parents are going to be thrilled about what Moody's telling them I bet," I told her. He was probably explaining how the worst wizard of all time was out for Muggle-borns. That or feeding them a line that made it sound as if nothing at all was wrong, and they had just come along to see a Muggle house. Hermione assured me that her parents weren't much surprised by anything anymore.
"After me being a witch, they'll pretty much believe anything you tell them."
Her room was at the end of this long corridor up the stairs from the front hall. Hermione might not act girly, at all, ever, but she has a very girly room. Most of it's light blue. Everything except for her books and her Hogwarts stuff. Her bed covers were blue and frilly (something like a certain set of robes that a certain Mum bought me) and the walls were blue with white, flowery trim. I may have nightmares. I guess it's because she spends most of her time at Hogwarts so it's still the little eleven year old girl's room. So anyway, she started to pack her stuff, really organized of course. And I saw her Hogwarts, A History sitting upright on her pink (Pink, I tell you.) desk. I asked if that was it's place of honor.
She hit me with a frilly blue pillow.
I grabbed a big blue furry bear and whacked her back with it. Why Muggles make fake animals, of colors they would never be, I don't know.
Hermione may not look at all strong, because of her booky know-it-all exterior, but those books weigh a lot. And after carrying them everywhere at school, and no doubt here, she can hit hard. Even with a pillow. I think the side of my face may have frilly marks. Merlin, I hope not.
She asked if I had talked to Harry lately, and I told her no. You should've seen her face.
"Why not, Ron? He's all alone, practically in the dark and you are too busy to even write to him?!" she said, plopping down on her big frilly bed. Harry this and Harry that. Harry, Harry, Harry! Honestly, you'd think she fancies him or something.
Not that I care if she does or anything. Because I don't.
"He's our best friend Ron, we have to support him. As soon as we get to the Burrow we have to write him a letter."
That's when I remembered that I didn't tell her about Grimmauld Place.
"Um..Hermione. We aren't going to the Burrow. That's just what Moody told your parents. I can't tell you where we're going but it's not the Burrow. But Moody didn't exactly lie, you will be with me and my family, just not at the Burrow. Think opposite."
"The Dursleys?"
"No."
"Just a guess." The Dursley's house is pretty much the most opposite place you can find from the Burrow, but that's not what I meant.
"Ron? Hermione? What are you two doing up there? Ron, this is her parents house," Bill called from the landing. He promptly started laughing. I promptly started blushing.
Stupid blushing.
Bill came in and Levitated Hermione's trunk downstairs. She stuffed her mad cat into a basket and tied it shut.
"Ish okay Cwookshanks," she baby talked at the basket. Girls. Honestly.
"Well, it was lovely talking to you, Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger," Tonks said as she and Moody came back to the hall from the next room.
"Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad," Hermione hugged and kissed her parents and we headed outside where the brooms were waiting. Tonks and Kingsley carried Hermione's trunk between thier brooms in a harness they had made and Hermione carried the beast.
When we got there, Hermione noticed the absent house really fast. Moody gave her the slip of paper, then he told her to memorize it and that he had to destroy it afterward.
"Oh, allow me," she said. "Lacarnum Inflamare."
Bloody show off.
Moody was pleased.
So then we went inside and my mom showed Hermione to her room. And now I'm here writing in my journal. Hoorah.
This is Bill's room when he comes as well. But he's not here, and we haven't de-monstered it yet, and I swear I just heard something crawling around. I'm going to sleep.
-Ron
A/N: Thank you to everybody who reviewed and to everybody who's been waiting patiently for these chapters. Last week me and my family went to a resort in Mississippi. I swear the buffet was a half mile long. SO anyway I was watching tv in mine and my brother's room, and we were watching Kid's Next Door. Now if you have never seen that show, you haven't really missed anything. I like it 'cause it's kinda cute, but it inspired me to continue writing. I don't know why. So i've been typing pretty much nonstop on a keyboard that sticks. But it's all worth it. BECAUSE I POSTED FOUR CHAPTERS!
Reeeeeeeeeview!
It stuck right there, but I left it alone. Hooray.
Hermione's Surprise
It's about a week later. I have been "writing" in this thing about once a week. We went to get Hermione today. Oh what fun.
We got there. A load of Aurors and two red haired people. Namely me and Bill. Any Muggle probably would have run away screaming if they saw us. Moody with his peg-leg and freaky eye and half a nose, Tonks with her bright green hair and now cat eyes, and then the wizardly dressed other Aurors. Diggle had this top-hat. The kind no one ever wears. Ever.
Moody had borrowed this thing that took out the Muggle streetlights from Dumbledore. So luckily no one could see us anyway. Hermione lives in a big, very Muggly house on a very Muggly street. Nice lawn, only two (balanced) light blue stories, a gnomeless garden. How boring. We went to her doorstep and I stood in front, so as not to give whoever answered the door a breathing disorder, because Hermione's parents have met me before at Flourish and Blotts. Hestia Jones reached forward and pointed to this little glwoing button. I pushed it and I could hear this chime go off in the house. They had curtains over narrow windows next to a big white door. We could see a shadow walk up to the door.
Thankfully, it was Hermione.
"Ron! I didn't know you were coming," she said, and she hugged me. Now this is saying something, usually she hugs Harry. Bad thing was my stomach did this little dance in my ribs. Anyway, she looked happy at first then she looked sort of surprised, like somone threw her off of the Astronomy Tower. Obviously she noticed the grown, scary looking bunch of witches and wizards standing menacingly behind me. Moody stepped forward a bit, still behind me (I heard him clink up) and she realized that I didn't have a Death Eater holding me at wand point or anything.
"Yeah, I wasn't allowed to tell you," I said, kind of pointing my eyes in Moody's direction and then rolling them. She smiled and said it was alright. She invited us in and we kind of stood in the hall, which is quite big. She went to get her parents. Her Dad stepped out of the room to the left of the front hall and his face almost fell off when he saw us. I grinned slightly and I know my ears turned red. She brought her mum in and kind of reintroduced me. Her mum acted like not one of the strangers in her front hall was dressed like lunatics. She's really quite nice. I introduced the large group of wizards and witches, three of which were now standing and staring from the hall, fascinated, at a big box in the next room that had people moving around and talking in it. I suppose it's a Muggle T.V., but I tried not to look at it. Oh, if Dad had come. That would have been amusing.
Anyways, Moody and the rest of them asked very nice-like if Hermione could come to stay with me and my family for the rest of the summer. They agreed, but I think it was only because Tonks was now poking at this picture that wasn't moving with her wand and shouting, "What's wrong with it?". So Moody told me to go help Hermione with her things and that he needed to have a talk with Mr. and Mrs. Granger. So we went upstairs.
"Your parents are going to be thrilled about what Moody's telling them I bet," I told her. He was probably explaining how the worst wizard of all time was out for Muggle-borns. That or feeding them a line that made it sound as if nothing at all was wrong, and they had just come along to see a Muggle house. Hermione assured me that her parents weren't much surprised by anything anymore.
"After me being a witch, they'll pretty much believe anything you tell them."
Her room was at the end of this long corridor up the stairs from the front hall. Hermione might not act girly, at all, ever, but she has a very girly room. Most of it's light blue. Everything except for her books and her Hogwarts stuff. Her bed covers were blue and frilly (something like a certain set of robes that a certain Mum bought me) and the walls were blue with white, flowery trim. I may have nightmares. I guess it's because she spends most of her time at Hogwarts so it's still the little eleven year old girl's room. So anyway, she started to pack her stuff, really organized of course. And I saw her Hogwarts, A History sitting upright on her pink (Pink, I tell you.) desk. I asked if that was it's place of honor.
She hit me with a frilly blue pillow.
I grabbed a big blue furry bear and whacked her back with it. Why Muggles make fake animals, of colors they would never be, I don't know.
Hermione may not look at all strong, because of her booky know-it-all exterior, but those books weigh a lot. And after carrying them everywhere at school, and no doubt here, she can hit hard. Even with a pillow. I think the side of my face may have frilly marks. Merlin, I hope not.
She asked if I had talked to Harry lately, and I told her no. You should've seen her face.
"Why not, Ron? He's all alone, practically in the dark and you are too busy to even write to him?!" she said, plopping down on her big frilly bed. Harry this and Harry that. Harry, Harry, Harry! Honestly, you'd think she fancies him or something.
Not that I care if she does or anything. Because I don't.
"He's our best friend Ron, we have to support him. As soon as we get to the Burrow we have to write him a letter."
That's when I remembered that I didn't tell her about Grimmauld Place.
"Um..Hermione. We aren't going to the Burrow. That's just what Moody told your parents. I can't tell you where we're going but it's not the Burrow. But Moody didn't exactly lie, you will be with me and my family, just not at the Burrow. Think opposite."
"The Dursleys?"
"No."
"Just a guess." The Dursley's house is pretty much the most opposite place you can find from the Burrow, but that's not what I meant.
"Ron? Hermione? What are you two doing up there? Ron, this is her parents house," Bill called from the landing. He promptly started laughing. I promptly started blushing.
Stupid blushing.
Bill came in and Levitated Hermione's trunk downstairs. She stuffed her mad cat into a basket and tied it shut.
"Ish okay Cwookshanks," she baby talked at the basket. Girls. Honestly.
"Well, it was lovely talking to you, Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger," Tonks said as she and Moody came back to the hall from the next room.
"Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad," Hermione hugged and kissed her parents and we headed outside where the brooms were waiting. Tonks and Kingsley carried Hermione's trunk between thier brooms in a harness they had made and Hermione carried the beast.
When we got there, Hermione noticed the absent house really fast. Moody gave her the slip of paper, then he told her to memorize it and that he had to destroy it afterward.
"Oh, allow me," she said. "Lacarnum Inflamare."
Bloody show off.
Moody was pleased.
So then we went inside and my mom showed Hermione to her room. And now I'm here writing in my journal. Hoorah.
This is Bill's room when he comes as well. But he's not here, and we haven't de-monstered it yet, and I swear I just heard something crawling around. I'm going to sleep.
-Ron
A/N: Thank you to everybody who reviewed and to everybody who's been waiting patiently for these chapters. Last week me and my family went to a resort in Mississippi. I swear the buffet was a half mile long. SO anyway I was watching tv in mine and my brother's room, and we were watching Kid's Next Door. Now if you have never seen that show, you haven't really missed anything. I like it 'cause it's kinda cute, but it inspired me to continue writing. I don't know why. So i've been typing pretty much nonstop on a keyboard that sticks. But it's all worth it. BECAUSE I POSTED FOUR CHAPTERS!
Reeeeeeeeeview!
It stuck right there, but I left it alone. Hooray.
