1Of Love and Dungbombs
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Sorry for not having any Hermione and Fred action in the last chapter. Hopefully there will be more in this one. Oh and if you want to know when a new chapter will be up just check my profile. I keep it updated to let you know how I am doing. Oh and I will probably keep the George and Katie stuff to a minimum. Its not a big part of my story.
revised.
Chapter 3 – Drama, Drama, Drama
"Oh my gosh Ron, I missed you so much!" Hermione squealed throwing her arms around Ron's neck. Ron, who had nearly been flattened at the unexpected hug, was grinning like crazy. "I missed you too, 'Mione."
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked Ron, standing on her tiptoes to look over Ron's shoulder. She wanted to check on him. Make sure he was alright. She knew he must be having a hard time and she just wanted him to know she was there for him.
"With Ginny." Ron said with a smile. They shared a knowing look.
"Ohhh…Well then we best not disturb them." Hermione laughed.
"Well then let's go for a walk." Ron replied.
So they walked out of the house, Hermione being completely unaware of Ron's intentions. Well I guess she kind of knew he liked her. Not that it was obvious or anything…well Parvati thought it was. But that didn't mean much. Everyone else thought Ron and Hermione would make the perfect couple. Hermione wasn't quite sure what she thought about that. She just hoped Ron wouldn't take them seriously because she honestly had no idea what she would say. She just wasn't sure how she felt.
By the time they had reached the Quidditch Pitch Bill and Charlie made, Ron had pretty much run out of things to say. He just hoped they could make it through the walk without it turning into an argument. They got into a lot of arguments but it was only really because they cared what each other thought… and because Ron has a talent for getting worked up over the smallest thing.
"Oh, Ron. Did I tell that Viktor came to visit me this summer?" Hermione said excitedly.
Ron paled. "Viktor? As in Viktor Krum? As in international Quidditch player Viktor Krum?"
"Umm…yea!"
"I can't believe you are still in touch with him!" Ron said his face beginning to turn red with anger. He tried not to show that he was mad. They had already had this argument. Just be quiet Ron. Don't make her mad.
"What is with you? You don't even have a good reason to hate him!"
Ron's temper could no longer be controlled. "I hate him because he's an idiot! A grouch! And you only like him because he is rich and famous! And maybe if you came out of the library once in a while and got a life you would find out that other people like you too!" Ron yelled.
And then Hermione lost it. "RONALD WEASLEY. WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I AM THAT SHALLOW? HUH? DO YOU?"
Ron opened is mouth to speak. "JUST BE QUIET! AND I AM NOT ALWAYS IN THE LIBRARY! I HAVE A LIFE! A GOOD ONE! I HAVE GOOD FRIENDS OR AT LEAST I THOUGHT I DID, I AM TOP OF MY CLASS AND I'M IN LINE TO BE HEAD GIRL! "
Ron just stood there staring at her. Man, Hermione is kind of scary when she is mad.
Her voice lowered a couple notches although it was still a fairly loud shout. "Why do we always have to fight?" she asked. "I am sick and tired of it!" And with that she ran back to the house.
Stupid, no good Krum...always ruining everything! Ron muttered.
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Little did they know they were being watched…well more like listened to. George Weasley had opened the window when they heard someone yelling. Fred walked over to the window and sat on the window seat. As much as he loved his little brother he knew his brother deserved this and totally supported Hermione. Not that she needed the support. She was doing a fine job on her own. He was definitely impressed. Way to go Hermione.
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I should have asked her when I had the chance. She's mad at me now and will probably never go out with me. I mean, who would? I am total jerk. He was probably over exaggerating but that was what he thought. He figured he had totally messed up all his chances. But later, back in his room, he came to the realization that Hermione would get over it just like she had gotten over all their other stupid fights. All he had to do was apologize. Letting her cool down first was the probably the best thing he could do at the moment though, so instead he flung himself on his bed and before he knew it, he was asleep. He was tired because he didn't get much sleep last night although not for bad reasons like other people at the burrow. He didn't get much sleep because he was excited. Excited that Hermione was coming the next day. And now he ruined it.
It was nearly suppertime when Hermione emerged from the room she shared with Ginny. She had already reread two of her schoolbooks and was beginning to feel utterly bored. She decided she might as well go help Mrs. Weasley with supper. When she neared the top of the stairs, she saw Fred sitting on the bottom of the stairs. 'Probably sulking' she declared 'What a baby.' She began to descend the stairs when she tripped over something and fell down the stairs landing right on top of Fred.
"Gee Hermione, I know I am amazingly good-looking but next time you throw yourself at me, try to warn me first." Fred said with a smirk.
Hermione scowled. "You know perfectly well I did not 'throw' myself at you." She snapped, putting a particularly strong emphasis on the word throw. "I merely tripped and you were in the way."
"Oh really? Is that why you are still on top of me?" Fred laughed.
"Oh shut up." Blushing furiously, she pushed herself off of him and stormed into the kitchen. Stupid egotistical jerk.
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Harry had spent that afternoon giving Ginny flying tips and by the time supper rolled around. They were both thoroughly exhausted and decided to head in for supper. And to see Hermione, of course.
Even though Ginny was a year younger than the trio, Hermione was Ginny's best girl friend. Having grown up in a house full of boys, she was used to them more and tended to hang out with the guys at school. Colin Creevy, mostly.
Always hanging out with Ron and Harry didn't give Hermione much time for girl talk either but Ginny was Hermione's best girl friend too and with the two of them together the guys knew not to piss them off. After all, Hermione was top of their year and Ginny had taken after the Weasley twins. A rather dangerous combination. Definitely not a force to be reckoned with.
As they walked into the kitchen they could feel the tension. Hermione was sitting at one end of the table and Ron at the other. Despite not even being near each other you could definitely tell something was up from the way Hermione was glaring at him. Ron was trying his hardest to avoid looking at her but every time he did he felt a wave of guilt. So he kept his gaze on his food. Kraft Dinner. Most people would find this an odd food for a wizard's home but his dad had insisted on trying it. It was after all muggle food. And in his Arthur Weasley's opinion anything to do with muggles was worth a shot. His wife on the other hand was none too thrilled about the idea.
All of a sudden, a large grey owl ran into the kitchen window. It was Percy's owl returning the all the mail the family had sent that summer. Everyone was silent. Arthur looked at his wife, Molly in concern. She tried to stay strong. At least in front of the children. But that didn't happen. She excused herself from the table her voice shaking and broke into a sob near the door. Arthur informed everyone he was going to check on her and quickly left the kitchen.
"What an ass." Fred said quietly for him and George had gone to supper that night. Sure, he and Percy were brothers and all but he hated him for what he had done to their family. His mother crying in her room some nights. And his father was obviously worried about him. Hence the mail he had sent persuading Percy to come to supper some night so they could talk things out.
Everyone nodded. They finished their meal in silence and went to bed.