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Chapter 3: Some People Got Up On the Wrong Side of the Bed
Sunday started with cold water and a heated argument that shook the Weasley's home. Ginny, who had been told to awaken Ron for breakfast, brought a bucket of icy water to Ron's room and dumped it on his head. Ron, sputtering, yelled many words not suited for a G-rated story at Ginny. He continued shouting on his way down to the table, followed by Harry.
Sitting at the table was Hermione and, surprisingly, Lorie. Ron immediately stopped bellowing and attempted to smooth his wrinkled pajamas and tame his hair. Harry, who was only in boxers and a T-shirt, ducked out of the room to get dressed. Ron turned bright red and muttered excuses under his breath before following suite. Hermione frowned; Lorie giggled.
As soon the breakfast dishes were being washed magically in the sink, Ron led Lorie out for a walk around the orchard. He listened to Lorie talk about everything under the sun, until she mentioned Hermione.
"She does have awfully messy hair, though, doesn't she?" Ron, who had been thinking about lunch, was brought out of his reverie.
"Sorry. what?"
"Hermione, Harry's friend. Her hair is an awful brown color. I feel really sorry for her." Lorie looked up to Ron for support.
Ron felt anger, but not at Lorie. "Yeah, Hermione can be a real pain sometimes," he said, remembering their fight before he ran off and met Lorie. "Her boyfriend is worse, though."
Lorie seemed very surprised. "She has a boyfriend? She looks like a monkey having a bad hair day."
"Viktor Krum, prat of the year. He's so thick, he makes Crabbe and Goyle look brilliant." Ron was now very irritated.
"Who?"
"Two really stupid blokes at Hogwarts," said Ron, remembering Malfoy, the slimy Slytherin git whose cronies were Crabbe and Goyle.
"Birds of a feather flock together," Lorie said casually, and looked like she was going to change the subject, but Ron stopped her.
"Oh no, Hermione's the cleverest witch at Hogwarts. She gets every question right on exams. The one time I saw her not know the answer was in first year when." Ron began to tell the story, but Lorie cut him off.
"I'm head of my class, too," she stated, then continued to tell Ron about all the amazingly hard tasks she preformed, like the Summoning Charm and Wingardium Leviosa, which, however unimpressive, took her hours to explain. Ron wasn't listening; he was thinking of the time the trio had gone to fight Snape and had been held back by the Devil's Snare. Hermione panicked and forgot that she could conjure fire from her wand. She had saved Harry and Ron that time. ".and then I told Professor Kilea that she was wrong about the wormwood. I got full marks for that assignment, of course." "I think we should be getting back. Mum might be worried, you know?" Ron suggested hurriedly. "I should probably be getting home. I promised my younger sister, Emma, that I would take her to Diagon Alley to buy her school things. She's starting this year." With that, Lorie kissed Ron for only 2 minutes (it had to have been the shortest kiss they've shared yet!) and set off for her manor. Ron watched her retreating back disappear over a hill before returning to the Burrow.
"Ron, don't you think you're exaggerating a bit?" Harry asked desperately.
"No, I love her, Harry. I really do."
"Ron, think about this sensibly," Hermione begged. There were tears in her eyes, but Ron didn't seem to notice.
"I have thought about it, Hermione, and she's all I ever wanted." Ron was pacing around his bedroom while his two best friends looked frantically at each other.
"You've only known her for a few days though. How can you love her?" Harry inquired, in a frenzy.
"I've already decided. I'm going to find a way for her to transfer to Hogwarts," answered Ron with a shrug.
Harry and Hermione wouldn't tell Ron this, but the reason they didn't want Lorie transferring was because they would have to spend the entire year with her. Worse for Hermione, if Lorie got sorted into Gryffindor, she would share a room with Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender.
"I'm going to ask her, and you guys can't stop me."
Hermione lost control. "Ron, she's a boring, selfish little brat with fewer brains than an insect." Her face was very red, now, and, at her words, Ron's face also turned red with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU!" he shouted at her, causing to cringe slightly. However, she recovered quickly.
"You actually like her!" she cried in disgust. "You're just as shallow as her." She stormed out of the room and down the stairs.
Harry gave Ron an I-thought-I-knew-you-better-than-that look and walked after her.
Ronald Weasley was not a shallow person and never will be. At least, that's what he told himself. He was sitting in his room, still furious at Hermione's words.
'I don't like Lorie for her money OR her looks," he thought. 'I like her because I can get along really well with her.'
'That's not entirely true,' said another voice in his head. 'She can talk for hours on end, but nobody listens, including you, and you were pretty impressed by her servants and the Quidditch pitch in the backyard. She's also a really good kisser.'
While Ron was having an argument with his own mind (Ron can get into an argument with anybody), Hermione had stopped crying and was fuming about how thick Ron could be while sitting in the backyard. Harry tried to calm her down, but secretly was very angry at Ron, too.
"He only likes her for her money, Hermione. He'll come to his senses soon," Harry said, but silently added 'Hopefully.'
"Harry, he was blinded by jealousy of you!" Hermione cried. "You had all the money, and now Ron has a chance at it."
"Money is absolutely the worst thing man created." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Hey, Hermione, when are you going to write that book about feelings and stuff? You're really good at it and I could use a reference for when you're not around."
Hermione glared at his attempt at a joke. "I'd rather get a more promising job than a writer (note: no offense to JKR intended)."
"Sorry," said Harry, pretending to look really pathetic.
"Harry, stop joking. This is serious." Hermione's brow furrowed. "What if he proposes to her or something? I wish Ron weren't so dense, then we wouldn't have to sort out all his problems for him."
"That's what friends do, Hermione. We try to help each other."
"Why did Ron become our friend exactly, I forget?" asked Hermione.
"First year, Halloween, girl's bathroom, troll," replied Harry, the memory coming back to him.
"Damn that troll!" Hermione burst out.
"Hermione is swearing; I have to tell Ron that."
"You will not, or I'll tell him that you were the one who put the spider in his Quidditch gear," said Hermione, still glowering.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I'll do it now, if I have to."
"Fine I won't tell!" said Harry, exasperated.
"I'm glad we had this talk," said Hermione, grinning evilly.
"You're cruel. I was only joking."
"So was I. I didn't know you were the one who did it. Just a lucky guess." Hermione was grinning from ear to ear, something she hadn't done in a while. She also had that mischievous glint in her eye that once would have surprised Ron and Harry. Now she used it more often, though it never meant she would break the rules (the horror!). (Note: Harry and Hermione are NOT flirting; they're just really comfortable with their friendship. They're almost like brother and sister.)
Ron was still mad at dinner and was very quiet. He wouldn't even talk to Ginny about Quidditch, and refused to play, excusing himself with a curt, "I'm busy. Just bugger off."
Hermione still wouldn't talk to Ron if he came up to her, knelt on the ground, and begged her forgiveness. However, Harry remained pretty neutral; at least Ron would talk to him.
Harry slept in Ginny's room with Hermione and Ginny because Ron was still in a sour mood. He claimed, "Hermione had trouble sleeping and Ginny was having nightmares." Ron didn't completely buy this, but just shrugged in the end and said goodnight.
"What do we do about Ron?" asked Ginny when everyone was in their pajamas and Harry had joined them sitting on the beds.
"What do we do about Lorie?" asked Hermione, sitting cross-legged next to Harry on her camp bed.
"The real question is, how do we get them to stop making me vomit every time I walk into a room that they're in," said Harry, the scary images rushing back to him.
"Good question. But I think I have a solution," said Ginny mysteriously.
(So, what do you think? Review and tell me! Will Ginny make Ron mad again? Will Ron and Lorie break up? Will Hermione and Ron ever realize they were made for each other? Keep reading and reviewing to find out!)
Chapter 3: Some People Got Up On the Wrong Side of the Bed
Sunday started with cold water and a heated argument that shook the Weasley's home. Ginny, who had been told to awaken Ron for breakfast, brought a bucket of icy water to Ron's room and dumped it on his head. Ron, sputtering, yelled many words not suited for a G-rated story at Ginny. He continued shouting on his way down to the table, followed by Harry.
Sitting at the table was Hermione and, surprisingly, Lorie. Ron immediately stopped bellowing and attempted to smooth his wrinkled pajamas and tame his hair. Harry, who was only in boxers and a T-shirt, ducked out of the room to get dressed. Ron turned bright red and muttered excuses under his breath before following suite. Hermione frowned; Lorie giggled.
As soon the breakfast dishes were being washed magically in the sink, Ron led Lorie out for a walk around the orchard. He listened to Lorie talk about everything under the sun, until she mentioned Hermione.
"She does have awfully messy hair, though, doesn't she?" Ron, who had been thinking about lunch, was brought out of his reverie.
"Sorry. what?"
"Hermione, Harry's friend. Her hair is an awful brown color. I feel really sorry for her." Lorie looked up to Ron for support.
Ron felt anger, but not at Lorie. "Yeah, Hermione can be a real pain sometimes," he said, remembering their fight before he ran off and met Lorie. "Her boyfriend is worse, though."
Lorie seemed very surprised. "She has a boyfriend? She looks like a monkey having a bad hair day."
"Viktor Krum, prat of the year. He's so thick, he makes Crabbe and Goyle look brilliant." Ron was now very irritated.
"Who?"
"Two really stupid blokes at Hogwarts," said Ron, remembering Malfoy, the slimy Slytherin git whose cronies were Crabbe and Goyle.
"Birds of a feather flock together," Lorie said casually, and looked like she was going to change the subject, but Ron stopped her.
"Oh no, Hermione's the cleverest witch at Hogwarts. She gets every question right on exams. The one time I saw her not know the answer was in first year when." Ron began to tell the story, but Lorie cut him off.
"I'm head of my class, too," she stated, then continued to tell Ron about all the amazingly hard tasks she preformed, like the Summoning Charm and Wingardium Leviosa, which, however unimpressive, took her hours to explain. Ron wasn't listening; he was thinking of the time the trio had gone to fight Snape and had been held back by the Devil's Snare. Hermione panicked and forgot that she could conjure fire from her wand. She had saved Harry and Ron that time. ".and then I told Professor Kilea that she was wrong about the wormwood. I got full marks for that assignment, of course." "I think we should be getting back. Mum might be worried, you know?" Ron suggested hurriedly. "I should probably be getting home. I promised my younger sister, Emma, that I would take her to Diagon Alley to buy her school things. She's starting this year." With that, Lorie kissed Ron for only 2 minutes (it had to have been the shortest kiss they've shared yet!) and set off for her manor. Ron watched her retreating back disappear over a hill before returning to the Burrow.
"Ron, don't you think you're exaggerating a bit?" Harry asked desperately.
"No, I love her, Harry. I really do."
"Ron, think about this sensibly," Hermione begged. There were tears in her eyes, but Ron didn't seem to notice.
"I have thought about it, Hermione, and she's all I ever wanted." Ron was pacing around his bedroom while his two best friends looked frantically at each other.
"You've only known her for a few days though. How can you love her?" Harry inquired, in a frenzy.
"I've already decided. I'm going to find a way for her to transfer to Hogwarts," answered Ron with a shrug.
Harry and Hermione wouldn't tell Ron this, but the reason they didn't want Lorie transferring was because they would have to spend the entire year with her. Worse for Hermione, if Lorie got sorted into Gryffindor, she would share a room with Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender.
"I'm going to ask her, and you guys can't stop me."
Hermione lost control. "Ron, she's a boring, selfish little brat with fewer brains than an insect." Her face was very red, now, and, at her words, Ron's face also turned red with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU!" he shouted at her, causing to cringe slightly. However, she recovered quickly.
"You actually like her!" she cried in disgust. "You're just as shallow as her." She stormed out of the room and down the stairs.
Harry gave Ron an I-thought-I-knew-you-better-than-that look and walked after her.
Ronald Weasley was not a shallow person and never will be. At least, that's what he told himself. He was sitting in his room, still furious at Hermione's words.
'I don't like Lorie for her money OR her looks," he thought. 'I like her because I can get along really well with her.'
'That's not entirely true,' said another voice in his head. 'She can talk for hours on end, but nobody listens, including you, and you were pretty impressed by her servants and the Quidditch pitch in the backyard. She's also a really good kisser.'
While Ron was having an argument with his own mind (Ron can get into an argument with anybody), Hermione had stopped crying and was fuming about how thick Ron could be while sitting in the backyard. Harry tried to calm her down, but secretly was very angry at Ron, too.
"He only likes her for her money, Hermione. He'll come to his senses soon," Harry said, but silently added 'Hopefully.'
"Harry, he was blinded by jealousy of you!" Hermione cried. "You had all the money, and now Ron has a chance at it."
"Money is absolutely the worst thing man created." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Hey, Hermione, when are you going to write that book about feelings and stuff? You're really good at it and I could use a reference for when you're not around."
Hermione glared at his attempt at a joke. "I'd rather get a more promising job than a writer (note: no offense to JKR intended)."
"Sorry," said Harry, pretending to look really pathetic.
"Harry, stop joking. This is serious." Hermione's brow furrowed. "What if he proposes to her or something? I wish Ron weren't so dense, then we wouldn't have to sort out all his problems for him."
"That's what friends do, Hermione. We try to help each other."
"Why did Ron become our friend exactly, I forget?" asked Hermione.
"First year, Halloween, girl's bathroom, troll," replied Harry, the memory coming back to him.
"Damn that troll!" Hermione burst out.
"Hermione is swearing; I have to tell Ron that."
"You will not, or I'll tell him that you were the one who put the spider in his Quidditch gear," said Hermione, still glowering.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I'll do it now, if I have to."
"Fine I won't tell!" said Harry, exasperated.
"I'm glad we had this talk," said Hermione, grinning evilly.
"You're cruel. I was only joking."
"So was I. I didn't know you were the one who did it. Just a lucky guess." Hermione was grinning from ear to ear, something she hadn't done in a while. She also had that mischievous glint in her eye that once would have surprised Ron and Harry. Now she used it more often, though it never meant she would break the rules (the horror!). (Note: Harry and Hermione are NOT flirting; they're just really comfortable with their friendship. They're almost like brother and sister.)
Ron was still mad at dinner and was very quiet. He wouldn't even talk to Ginny about Quidditch, and refused to play, excusing himself with a curt, "I'm busy. Just bugger off."
Hermione still wouldn't talk to Ron if he came up to her, knelt on the ground, and begged her forgiveness. However, Harry remained pretty neutral; at least Ron would talk to him.
Harry slept in Ginny's room with Hermione and Ginny because Ron was still in a sour mood. He claimed, "Hermione had trouble sleeping and Ginny was having nightmares." Ron didn't completely buy this, but just shrugged in the end and said goodnight.
"What do we do about Ron?" asked Ginny when everyone was in their pajamas and Harry had joined them sitting on the beds.
"What do we do about Lorie?" asked Hermione, sitting cross-legged next to Harry on her camp bed.
"The real question is, how do we get them to stop making me vomit every time I walk into a room that they're in," said Harry, the scary images rushing back to him.
"Good question. But I think I have a solution," said Ginny mysteriously.
(So, what do you think? Review and tell me! Will Ginny make Ron mad again? Will Ron and Lorie break up? Will Hermione and Ron ever realize they were made for each other? Keep reading and reviewing to find out!)