A/N: Hi Everyone! I'm truly sorry that I haven't posted any chapters for
such a long while, but hey, you don't want to hear me grovelling- let's get
on with the story ...
Update: Ron and Hermione have decided to throw a summer party, so at present, they are arranging the party which will begin at 7 o' clock.
Mid Morn
Hermione smiled at Ron flashing her perfectly white teeth, Ron ginned back. Hermione felt her knees wobble. "So" said Ron, breaking the silence as they walked down the stairs. "What type of decorations do you think we should use?" "Well, I haven't brought anything with me" Said Hermione, biting her lip. "I suppose we could always owl order some ..." Ron's face fell. Hermione quickly got the point. "I'll pay ... it was my idea after all." Said Hermione in an attempt to boost Ron's deflated ego. It worked. "OK, I'll pay you my share of the cost when I get my pocket money off Mum." Said Ron brightly.
As they entered the kitchen Ron and Hermione noticed that Harry was not alone, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had joined him, as well as Fred and George who were sat at the breakfast table showing Harry their newest product- "Exploding bubblegum!" said Fred proudly. "You know when people chew gum?" said George, taking over. "Yes ..." muttered Harry. "Well, they just can't resist blowing bubbles, can they?" asked Fred. "No ..." replied Harry looking intrigued. "So, when they do- it explodes in their face and leaves a ringing noise in their ears for hours, ya, de ya, de ya ..." Said Ron finishing off Fred and George's sales speech. "We've heard it so much we know it off by heart." Fred and George were wearing identical murderous expressions. "Does your girlfriend want a piece?" asked Fred spitefully, holding out a sick of purple gum. Hermione flushed scarlet. "She is NOT my girlfriend! She is my FRIEND, FRIEND," snapped Ron, his neck turning a deep shade of crimson. Ron was carefully avoiding Hermione's eyes. Fred and George just sniggered. "Yeah, right." Said George "Besides, Angelina was my friend, and Fred's girlfriend before we got together- now look at us! The happiest couple in the world!" "I thought you both share a bedroom at her parent's house in Essex," retorted Hermione, testily. Ron, Harry and Fred all sniggered. "Anyway" said Ron loudly "We wanted to ask you Harry if you had any ideas for this evening?" "Um, ooh, can we get some butterbeer?" Asked Harry excitedly. "Ooh, can we?" Ron asked, looked expectantly at Hermione. "Why are you asking me?" said Hermione rolling her eyes "I'm not your mother!" Ron and Harry promptly turned to look at Mrs. Weasley hopefully. Hermione muttered "Boys" and set off back outside the kitchen and up the stairs to find a copy of the 'Daily Prophet'. Hermione soon found one on top of her trunk in Ginny's now suspiciously empty room. She flicked to the back of the paper where they had a number of adverts and order forms, which could be cut out. Hermione found the order form for a wizarding shop in Hogsmeade, 'Shindig'.
"Ok" muttered Hermione "That'll be one box of levitating candles, 50 four day old illuminated fairies and I think, yes, a box of 100 seeds for 1 hour growth roses, red, white and pink." Hermione folded up the form then wandered into Ron's bedroom to find Pig. "Pig! Pig!" sang Hermione in a soft voice at the twittering owl above her head. "Pigwidgeon!" said Hermione sharply, getting irritated. The tiny owl lowered it's minute body low enough for her to securely attach the letter to his leg. Pigwidgeon flew instantly out of the attic window and out over the countryside. Hermione stayed leaning on the windowsill for a long while after pig had flew out of sight.
"Tonight's going to be great," thought Hermione to herself, wiping her perspiring forehead with her delicate hand.
Update: Ron and Hermione have decided to throw a summer party, so at present, they are arranging the party which will begin at 7 o' clock.
Mid Morn
Hermione smiled at Ron flashing her perfectly white teeth, Ron ginned back. Hermione felt her knees wobble. "So" said Ron, breaking the silence as they walked down the stairs. "What type of decorations do you think we should use?" "Well, I haven't brought anything with me" Said Hermione, biting her lip. "I suppose we could always owl order some ..." Ron's face fell. Hermione quickly got the point. "I'll pay ... it was my idea after all." Said Hermione in an attempt to boost Ron's deflated ego. It worked. "OK, I'll pay you my share of the cost when I get my pocket money off Mum." Said Ron brightly.
As they entered the kitchen Ron and Hermione noticed that Harry was not alone, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had joined him, as well as Fred and George who were sat at the breakfast table showing Harry their newest product- "Exploding bubblegum!" said Fred proudly. "You know when people chew gum?" said George, taking over. "Yes ..." muttered Harry. "Well, they just can't resist blowing bubbles, can they?" asked Fred. "No ..." replied Harry looking intrigued. "So, when they do- it explodes in their face and leaves a ringing noise in their ears for hours, ya, de ya, de ya ..." Said Ron finishing off Fred and George's sales speech. "We've heard it so much we know it off by heart." Fred and George were wearing identical murderous expressions. "Does your girlfriend want a piece?" asked Fred spitefully, holding out a sick of purple gum. Hermione flushed scarlet. "She is NOT my girlfriend! She is my FRIEND, FRIEND," snapped Ron, his neck turning a deep shade of crimson. Ron was carefully avoiding Hermione's eyes. Fred and George just sniggered. "Yeah, right." Said George "Besides, Angelina was my friend, and Fred's girlfriend before we got together- now look at us! The happiest couple in the world!" "I thought you both share a bedroom at her parent's house in Essex," retorted Hermione, testily. Ron, Harry and Fred all sniggered. "Anyway" said Ron loudly "We wanted to ask you Harry if you had any ideas for this evening?" "Um, ooh, can we get some butterbeer?" Asked Harry excitedly. "Ooh, can we?" Ron asked, looked expectantly at Hermione. "Why are you asking me?" said Hermione rolling her eyes "I'm not your mother!" Ron and Harry promptly turned to look at Mrs. Weasley hopefully. Hermione muttered "Boys" and set off back outside the kitchen and up the stairs to find a copy of the 'Daily Prophet'. Hermione soon found one on top of her trunk in Ginny's now suspiciously empty room. She flicked to the back of the paper where they had a number of adverts and order forms, which could be cut out. Hermione found the order form for a wizarding shop in Hogsmeade, 'Shindig'.
"Ok" muttered Hermione "That'll be one box of levitating candles, 50 four day old illuminated fairies and I think, yes, a box of 100 seeds for 1 hour growth roses, red, white and pink." Hermione folded up the form then wandered into Ron's bedroom to find Pig. "Pig! Pig!" sang Hermione in a soft voice at the twittering owl above her head. "Pigwidgeon!" said Hermione sharply, getting irritated. The tiny owl lowered it's minute body low enough for her to securely attach the letter to his leg. Pigwidgeon flew instantly out of the attic window and out over the countryside. Hermione stayed leaning on the windowsill for a long while after pig had flew out of sight.
"Tonight's going to be great," thought Hermione to herself, wiping her perspiring forehead with her delicate hand.