Wedding Bells are Ringing
Chapter One, Ron: Eavesdropping
A/N: Here's Ron's account of the things that happened last chapter. Thanks to reviewers:
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Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction. Therefore it is a fan, not the rightful author or creator, writing this work of fiction. I don't own it.
Crouching by the door I pressed my ear up against it. I'd loaned my extendable ears to Harry, so I'd be forced to eavesdrop the old fashioned way. Damn. I could almost make out…there!
"When are you going to tell him?" my younger sister blurted. What was going on? Girls never specify…Tell who what?
"Who?" Hermione. That surprised me. Usually Hermione knows just about everything…or pretends to at least.
"My dear older brother," Ginny stated, sounding extremely exasperated. Maybe me…What if she had to tell me she thought I was a prat? Or…she was still kissing that bloody Bulgarian.
"Which one?" Hermione really sounded like she didn't know what Gin was talking about. Perhaps she had to tell Fred that she was in love with his devilishly attractive younger brother…
"Ron, you twit! I know you like him!" I practically choked on my breath. Hermione would say I was pathetic. Hermione…
Had Gin gone nutters! 'Mione didn't like me. At least not in that way. No matter how much I want her to. I'm not so clueless as everybody thinks! If 'Mione liked me I could have figured it out by now. Right? Even though I knew there was no way in hell that Hermione would declare her love for me…I still hoped it would happen. A guy can have dreams, right?
Damn. With all that thinking going on, I'd missed something.
"Then don't even try to deny that you are still…fraternizing with Harry!" Hermione cried. Well that was it then. I mean, a girl doesn't just go off on a different subject to try to deflect further questions. She just went off on something different…Which clearly said that she didn't want to hurt Ginny's feelings by telling her that her brother was such a git. My chest deflated.
But what was this about Ginny and Harry? Fraternizing? What the hell did that mean? Like…No way. Harry wouldn't do that. Doesn't 'Mione know they broke up? Gin was pretty depressed over it. I would have kicked Harry's you-know-what if I didn't realize that putting Ginny out of danger was the right idea. I have a duty to protect my younger sister from more than just un-satisfactory boyfriends! Although I am somewhat glad they got together at least a little…If Gin and Harry got married, we'd be brothers! Practically, anyway…
"Fraternizing? I would hardly call it that!" Ginny's indignant voice carried easily through the thick doors. So they were doing something? I pressed my ear even closer to the door.
"Vat are you doing 'ere Ron?" I looked up startled. Fleur stood looking down at me like I was a…criminal or something. I scooted back in horror at being caught and…CRUNCH. One of mum's pots went careening off the cabinet I bumped into and fell to the floor beside me, breaking into ten million little pieces as it did so. I bet mum would make me clean it up without magic…As the dust rose I began coughing. Responding to the noise, Lupin and Tonks looked out of the door across the hall. Great…an audience. All I needed now was Hermione to see me like this.
She flung open the door and all of us looked up, startled. My ears burned and I began gathering pieces, cursing that stupid blush under my breath…Fleur began speaking. Her voice…it made me weak in the knees. What was she saying? Oh, just look at her hair…it's so long and yellow and…soft, I bet.
The spell was broken when my obnoxious little sister poked her head out the door.
"Did somebody say wedding dresses?" she asked curiously. Wedding dresses? Oh, that's probably what Fleur was talking about.
"Oui. Would you like to accompany us?" Fleur asked.
"Of course! Come on 'Mione," Ginny smiled and pulled Hermione out of the room. I was pleased to see that Hermione was wearing shorts…I had a really nice view of her legs…Shaking myself, I looked away…Right up at Gin. Was it just me, or did she have a slightly sinister expression on her face? I hope she's not planning on…Oh look. Fleur's smiling. She looks so pretty when she does that…Oh no…she's gliding away.
"Hey Ron," Ginny turned around and looked suspiciously at me. Oh crap. "What are you doing here?" I could feel myself turning even redder. Hermione was kind of smiling. She looked a lot like Fleur when she smiled…All pretty, and stuff. But I had to think of something…Ginny was on my trail…if she found out I had been eavesdropping on her again, she'd hex me! Bat-bogey….The thought gave me shivers. No matter how much I tried to explain, she never believed that I eavesdropped on her so I could protect her.
"Erm, I was just, um admiring, this, um pot. Fleur just kinda, um, scared me so I, erm, dropped it," I stuttered out a lame excuse, then jumped up and practically ran down the hall. When I saw that they weren't following me I slowed down. Having a sister that could hex you into oblivion didn't do much for the nerves…
Now 'Mione probably thought I was the biggest prat in the universe…If she didn't already. What right did I, a blushing, dumb, clumsy, prat have being friends with a smart, funny, kind, girl like her?
"Hey Ron!" Harry waved to me from down the hall and broke me out of my thoughts. I smiled back.
"Hey mate," I replied somewhat tiredly. Eavesdropping was a tricky business…I really don't know how Fred and George do it.
"Come on. We're gonna be late if we don't hurry," Harry hurried up to me and gave me a quirky smile. "You're going the wrong way Ron."
"What?" I asked. What was going on? There was something we were doing today…?
"Qui-dditch match," Harry spoke slowly. My spirits lifted. Nothing like a game of quidditch to cheer you up. 'Mione, for all her wonderful qualities just did not understand that.
"Oh yeah!" I grinned, memories of all us Weasley's plus Harry deciding to have a giant match today returning. "Let's go, then."
"Who do you want on our team?" Harry asked as we walked away. "Ginny?"
"Mate," I patted him on the shoulder. "Somehow, I don't think that's a great idea."
A/N: Short, I know. I don't really think I portrayed Ron well this chapter…Hermione's easier for me. Please tell me what you thought though. Any suggestions? Helpful hints for writing Ron? Or you could just tell me you think I'm fabulous...Just kidding ;P (well, mostly) R&R
KW