Chapter 2. Growing Greener
(Hermione's P.O.V)
They raced back up to the house, through the blaze of the sun they could see little, but the sun could not compare with the stunning Red hair of Charley Weasley. "hi" she said politely. "Hey-a-Charley!" said Ron. "Hey Ron how's it goi- HARRY, How are you? Ron tells me that you want to work with dragons" said Charley. "yeah they're awesome" said Harry. "Smart Choice, Ron never did take to them though." Charley stated. Ron looked dumbstruck. He was staring daggers at Harry. She thought to herself. After Charley showed them all his dragon related artifacts like, an iced dragon scale, dragon teeth, he also had a dragon eye in a jar! It reminded Hermione of the crystal ball she had thrown down the trap door from the Divination room in third year.
Ron's P.O.V
After dinner he decided to take a walk by the pond. Harry was conversing on the proper way to wash a Chinese fire-crested with HIS brother. He sat down on a stump. "Damn him, haven't seen him in five years, goes and forgets me for Famous Harry Potter, Bet he wishes he could trade me in for Harry. Ron thought aloud. He didn't know how long he was sitting there bad mouthing Harry and Charley, but he looked up because of a sound behind him. It was Hermione. "Ron?" she asked. "yeah, its me" he replied. "Its nearly 11:30." she told him "what have you been doing all this time?" "oh, ahhh..erm….nothing?" he lied. Well, you better get back Harry and Char-" Ron cut her off. "Those bloody gits, well you tell them-" "I'm not telling them a thing" said Hermione raising her voice a little. "Fine" he said. And without a word they made their way back through the garden up the small hill and into the house. Hermione had made a few stabs at conversation, but Ron's answer was always a swift and sure grunt.
The next morning Ron awoke to the noise of laughter, walking down stairs he saw Harry and Charley playing Chess. Hey that was HIS chess set. They had no right to- How dare they, but before he could say a word Charley looked up and said "Good morning Ron" morning" Ron mumbled. "Something wrong?" asked Harry "ahhh…no…just tired." he lied. With that he walked into the Kitchen and slammed his hand on the counter, immediately regretting that for all he had gained from that was a red, and sore hand.
They raced back up to the house, through the blaze of the sun they could see little, but the sun could not compare with the stunning Red hair of Charley Weasley. "hi" she said politely. "Hey-a-Charley!" said Ron. "Hey Ron how's it goi- HARRY, How are you? Ron tells me that you want to work with dragons" said Charley. "yeah they're awesome" said Harry. "Smart Choice, Ron never did take to them though." Charley stated. Ron looked dumbstruck. He was staring daggers at Harry. She thought to herself. After Charley showed them all his dragon related artifacts like, an iced dragon scale, dragon teeth, he also had a dragon eye in a jar! It reminded Hermione of the crystal ball she had thrown down the trap door from the Divination room in third year.
Ron's P.O.V
After dinner he decided to take a walk by the pond. Harry was conversing on the proper way to wash a Chinese fire-crested with HIS brother. He sat down on a stump. "Damn him, haven't seen him in five years, goes and forgets me for Famous Harry Potter, Bet he wishes he could trade me in for Harry. Ron thought aloud. He didn't know how long he was sitting there bad mouthing Harry and Charley, but he looked up because of a sound behind him. It was Hermione. "Ron?" she asked. "yeah, its me" he replied. "Its nearly 11:30." she told him "what have you been doing all this time?" "oh, ahhh..erm….nothing?" he lied. Well, you better get back Harry and Char-" Ron cut her off. "Those bloody gits, well you tell them-" "I'm not telling them a thing" said Hermione raising her voice a little. "Fine" he said. And without a word they made their way back through the garden up the small hill and into the house. Hermione had made a few stabs at conversation, but Ron's answer was always a swift and sure grunt.
The next morning Ron awoke to the noise of laughter, walking down stairs he saw Harry and Charley playing Chess. Hey that was HIS chess set. They had no right to- How dare they, but before he could say a word Charley looked up and said "Good morning Ron" morning" Ron mumbled. "Something wrong?" asked Harry "ahhh…no…just tired." he lied. With that he walked into the Kitchen and slammed his hand on the counter, immediately regretting that for all he had gained from that was a red, and sore hand.
