Chapter Two: Surprise Surprise
"Fred!" George yelled. "I'm right here." Fred said, standing about two feet away from him.
"Oh, sorry. Look at this." He held up a folded piece of parchment.
"Who is that from?" Fred asked, taking it from his brother's hand. "Holy crap!"
"Yeah..." George sighed. "It says he wants us to go get him and take him to Harry's."
"Harry's?" Fred asked. "But don't they hate each other?"
"I think so, but I'm not so sure now," George said. "So should we go get him?"
"How? The car is lost...damn Ron."
"Oh I almost forgot! How long has Ron been in there now?"
"I don't know. A day maybe? Anyways, come on, lets go see if dad has that new truck working."
"But they locked it up and everything."
"Oh! I'm shocked! You doubt me? You're my own flesh and blood."
"Bah. Fine then, let's go get him."
"Harry!" Aunt Petunia screamed up the stairs in her shrill voice. "Harry!"
Harry stood back up and walked out the door to the hallway. "Yeah?" He yelled back. He walked farther down the hallway, until he was at the top of the stairs, looking down at her.
"You have a phone call. From someone named…Draco?" His aunt said, suspiciously.
Harry's eyes grew wide. "Draco? Malfoy?" he asked in shock.
She nodded. "You better come and answer it!" She said, and walked away, heading to the front room. Harry ran down the stairs, made a quick turn, and almost fell on the small table that held the phone. He picked the receiver up slowly, put it against his ear, and said, "Hello?"
"Harry! How good you were home," Draco said in his usual tone.
"But…why did you call? How did you get my number?" Harry stammered into the phone, realizing that Aunt Petunia, Mr. Dursley and Dudley were all spying on him from the other room.
"Oh, I have my sources. Say, what are you doing this summer?" Draco asked, casually.
Harry ran his hand through his hair, and turned his back, so it would be harder for his muggle family to listen.
"I'm really not doing anything, Malfoy." Harry replied.
It was if Harry could hear Draco smile. "Oh, really? Well, that's wonderful." Draco said happily.
"Wonderful? What do you mean?" Harry asked again. What was Draco up to?
"Oh, I mean, I'm coming over. If, that is alright with you, Harry." He said. Harry almost fainted. No. You can't come over. you just can't.
"Why?" Harry snapped.
"Because, I want to. And father's going out of town. Second honeymoon with Mum." Malfoy explained. Harry started breathing heavily. "Don't worry Potter. I won't bite you."
"Why me?" Harry asked.
"Why not?" Draco responded, "I thought it might be a chance for us to get to know each other better. I mean, don't you think it's time for a change?"
Harry shook his head. "Draco, you can't come here. Why can't you got to someone else's house? What about Crabbe?"
Draco chuckled. "Oh why would I go to his house of all places. Father simply can't stand him, nor his mother. I can't stand his absence of mind…"
He paused, then said, "Besides, it would be much more fun if I could see what your house is like. Goyle's is in bad shape."
Harry sighed. "As much fun as it would be, I do not see a reason for you to come here. And I really doubt my uncle would allow it," Harry added, trying to disgust the pure-blood. "He is a muggle, you know."
Draco shuddered, but said, "And the more interesting your life seems. Oh, please let me come. I have no where to go, and father says I simply can not stay at home." Draco giggled, "I don't think he trusts me anymore."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Well that's a surprise."
"What did you say, Potter?" Draco asked him quickly.
"I said…well, it's too bad you have no where to go. But seriously. You can't come here." Harry replied. He waited for the reply. He turned back around, to see if they were still watching. Then he screamed and dropped the phone.
"Hello Harry." Draco said, standing right in front of him, cell phone in his hand.
"Hermione's coming over!" Ron told his twin brothers happily.
"Yippy!" Fred said sarcastically.
Ron rolled his eyes, and ran up to Ginny's room.
"Hermione's coming over!"
"Really?" Ginny asked, lifting her head. She was laying on the bed, trying to take a nap, after chasing gnomes for two hours.
"Yep. She'll be here really soon!"
"Cool," Ginny said, yawning. "Okay, leave. I'm tired."
Ron sighed, and walked to his father's office.
"Dad! Hermione's coming over!"
Mr. Weasley smiled, "That's nice."
Ron groaned, and walked to his room. He was too excited to wait.
About an hour later Ron heard his mother scream. "Hermione!" Molly exclaimed, closing the door behind the girl. Ron appeared behind them, huffing and puffing, he had obviously run.
"Ron!"
"Hermione!" He laughed, walking over and giving her a big hug. Hermione blushed, not used to Ron being so...friendly.
"Here, dear, let me help you with your bags..." Molly said.
"I can do it," Ron stopped her.
"Well fine then, you do it. Hermione, you don't mind sleeping with Ginny, do you?"
"Not at all." Hermione said, finally noticing how tall Ron was. How...different? she thought to herself, not truly wanting to face her exact feelings.
Ron wanted to groan, but stopped himself. Too bad she can't sleep with me...he thought, pathetically. "Come on." He said, a little ruder than he intended.
Hermione smiled at Mrs. Weasley, and hurried after Ron to the staircase and up to Ginny's room.
Ron reluctantly set the suitcase and bag on the floor near the guest bed, and woke Ginny up enough to tell her Hermione was sleeping in her room. Ginny, of course, didn't care, and went back to her dreams.
The two teenagers walked out of the room quickly, and slowly shut the door behind them.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Let's go to your room," she said innocently.
"Uh...sure," he said, trying to block all thoughts from his mind. He took her to his room, which was messy, even though Molly had told him to clean it, and sat on the bed. Hermione sat down next to him, and looked around. Ron, himself, having a good time 'looking around.'
"Hi." Hermione said, almost catching his glare. Ron blushed an awkward shade of plum red.
"Hi."
"Well, let's talk."
"Okay..."
"How have you been?"
"Um...pretty good I guess."
Hermione smiled. Ron loved that, the way she smiled. Of course he had never said anything before, not even to Harry. He was too embarrassed that he had a crush on his mind.
"Well, I'm here all summer. You better entertain me," she said, jokingly. "Actually I'm really tired, Ron. You don't mind if I lay down for a while?"
"Of course not...wait, here?"
"Yeah, if its okay," she yawned, and lay down behind him. Ron blushed.
"Uh…sure..." Ron couldn't believe what was happening.