Hey! I hope you guys liked Chapter 2. The weird part is that I wrote it, and posted it, and then out of nowhere, the computer deleted it, so those who have this story on your alert list might be a little confused. For the new chapter 2, I wrote pretty much what I had the first time, but I added some things, so I thought the second chapter two was A LOT better. So read chapter 3 and then review I love hearing what you guys think, both negative and positive! (Even though in my whopping total of 7 reviews there was nothing negative YAY …) Well, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters or much of anything for that matter, but I can wish can't I? (Hopeful look)
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Chapter 3: Trying To Find The Snogging CoupleI was surprised to find that and Harry didn't follow me upstairs, but rather, stayed in the kitchen. Eating. Probably scheming, too.
A few moments later, I stood up off my bed and wiped my tears away. I opened my door to go to the loo to look at how I looked (probably bad, high humidity + curly hair BUSH and a tear streaked face.) (A/N: Any fellow curly haired girls know what I mean? Poor us, being schemed against by our hair 24/7. A most times, losing war.) There, standing before my red eyes, was none other than Ginerva Weasley looking pointedly emotionless.
"How could you do this to me, Gin? All this you entirely YOUR FAULT!" I shook my head and closed (more accurately, slammed) the door in the offending face.
I walked back over to my bed and plopped down.
"One, two, three…." I counted softly.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Right on cue, Ginny started to pound down my solid oak door, no magic needed. I wasn't going to talk to Ginny face to face, so I would have to yell stuff through the door.
What I wanted to say was, ""Go away and never talk to me again, you bloody lying git." I figured that was a little harsh, though, you never know when I would need to-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
-talk to her.
"GO AWAY!"
The door opened, revealing a slightly irate redheaded witch. She walked in.
"I never said you could come in."
"So? Anyway, we need to talk."
"So…. talk. You have thirty seconds before I shove you out of my room and magically seal my door permanently." I was getting more and more annoyed by the second. (As if no one could already tell.)
"Well, this is kinda private but you need to hear this. That wink you saw, it wasn't to say ' She'll never know we told Ron' it was me reminding him about his wanting to meet and 'hang-out' after breakfast. That was all." She finished lamely.
"Sure." I retorted sorely. "Now ahead and go meet Mr. Boyfriend wherever you "planned" to meet him" For some reason I added air quotes around the word planned. Actually, I knew why I did. I didn't believe a darn word that was spilling like water from Ginny's large pie hole.
"I'm sure he waiting for you."
"He probably is."
"Not."
Then I pretty much shoved Ginny out of my room and shut the door. Many thoughts flooded into my mind at the same moment. Great. Time for some "mind filing."
"What if Ginny's telling the truth?" "What if Ginny's lying about the whole bloody thing?" "What if some parts are the truth, but some are lies?" "No matter what the situation, what am I going to do about it?"
Bloody. I had gotten myself into some trouble, hadn't I? I had some choices to make. I could believe every thing Ginny had said. Or I could believe that the whole things were a bunch of lies. Or I could prove that Ginny was lying and/or telling the truth. Or I could do absolutely nothing and watch, as I get embarrassed beyond comprehension. I figured that it was in my best interest to do something. But what?
Hoping for some inspiration, looked outside my window and into the Burrow's back yard. The sun was high in the sky. I figured it was about noon, but of course I couldn't be sure, because my alarm clock was broken, all thanks and praise to Ginny.
Outside, my eyes met a most common and relaxing sight. Six figures playing quidditch. I instantly recognized Ron, Harry, George and Fred, but I couldn't figure out who the other two were. One had long (looked like red) hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Right off the bat I knew it wasn't Ginny. The older Weasley brothers, no matter how much they loved and protected Ginny, they never let her play quidditch with them.
Duh! It was Bill and Charlie. I almost (okay, I did) forget that they were coming home to the Burrow today.
Even though quidditch wasn't my all-time favorite thing, I still enjoy watching them. Well, there was always the reason of Ron being there…. But there wasn't as much violence as a quidditch match at Hogwarts.
Lost in thought, I was yanked out when one of the twins had apparently gotten mad at Charlie at hit a bludger at him. Charlie ducked and it ended up hitting poor Ron. Ron's nose started to bleed and in a few moments had swollen up three times its normal size. With a wave of his wand, Bill made the bleeding stop and the swelling go away. Maybe I was wrong about the violence in the games that took place at the Burrow after all.
Ron's eyes flashed over to my window. As soon as our eyes met, we both looked away hurriedly. I walked away from my window and sat down on my bed. My legs hung down the side of the bed. My heart skipped a beat when my calf brushed against something stuck in between the mattresses. It was my journal. (A/N: The in between the mattresses hiding spot is a bad one! I've hid my journal there before and my sister found it and read it and blabbed some of my "deep and dark" secrets to her friends and other people of some degree of importance. But I was only like 10 so my secrets weren't so MAJOR. Well, to me they were but not any more. Moral of the story NEVER hide a journal/diary in between the mattresses, that's the first place people look! ) For laughs, I opened it and read the page that it had opened to.
December 23
Bloody prat! Ron can't seem to keep that retched rat of his away from Crookshanks! Then, when Scabbers gets hurt, he blames it on me! What an idiot.
But for some reason I am madly in love with the bloody moron. He is just so dreamy. Speaking of dreamy people, Ginny just walked in. She is in a daze and her lips are very swollen. Seems like her and Harry have finally gotten together. And it's about time, too. Better put this away and listen to Ginny ramble on and on about her encounter with Harry. I'll write more later.
-Hermione
That last line in that entry reminded me about the earlier on goings and the decisions that I need to make pretty quickly.
As I sat there pondering my next move, it hit me, to find out if Ginny was telling the truth, I would try to locate Harry and Ginny, that would prove whether Ginny was lying or telling the truth. I figured that when Harry said 'hang-out' it probably meant that they would be snogging- right about now. I would have to try to find the snogging couple.
This plan of mine was as sly and devious and as un-Hermione-ish as they came. I was shocked that I was actually going to go through with it, but I had to. It was the only way to save my love life or lack thereof.
If I was going to snog someone, where would I go? It would have to be somewhere private, no doubt. (Well, duh!) I assumed that the bedrooms were a no-go, because every just barges in, they never knock, but then again who knows? I mean, Harry can be a little daft at times. (A/N: Don't you readers agree? Nothing against boys, but boys can be undeniably stupid at times)
After only a moments pondering, I gave up on trying to guess what room they were in and just look in every room in the Burrow.
I started my "awesome adventure" down in the kitchen. To my surprise (as if!) they obviously weren't there. The only person that was there was Mrs. Weasley staring down into her cup of tea, while the dishes behind her magically washed themselves.
Not to waste any more time, I quickly walked into the living room. There, my eyes met a quite amusing sight. Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Percy were there…. watching television. Well, actually, Percy was in the corner, reading a book, but was in the room with everyone else, no less.
"Hey 'Mione! Look what Dad brought home from work! It's a muggle Tell-Lee's-Vision." Ron said pointing to the black box in the center of the room.
"I know what it is, Ronald." I said, rolling my eyes, "And it's a television, or a T.V. for short."
"No, it's a Tell-Lee's-Vision, Hermione."
"SHHH!" a chorus of irritated voices sound throughout the room. The brother's quickly glared at us and then quickly fixed their eyes back on the television show they were watching. I recognized the show almost immediately- Videogame Vixens on G4.
"I still don't know what these 'video games' are…"
"Who bloody gives a care! There are hot girls." One of the twins said in a awed voice, eyes never for a second leaving the 'intriguing" show.
"Shut the hell up!" The other twin literally screamed.
Great. With that, that show on Ron won't even give me a second glance. I mean who needs a bushy hair know it all when you can watch video game characters? I swear they are the muggle version of veela, drawing attention from males all over the world. Humph.
Which brought me back to my important search for Ginny and Harry.
"Oh yeah, Hermione," George added, "If you see a door, heavy oak, with Fred and mine initials, leave it alone, and whatever you do, DO NOT OPEN IT!"
"Why not? What's in that room? It better not be something illegal. I might just have to have a word with your mother about this." Even though I doubted George would give a care that I told his mom, I had to throw that threat into this conversation.
"It is a lab for that shop. It can be dangerous of you don't know what you're doing with our developing products. So just don't go in there, alright?"
I highly doubted that. I knew that they have a lab both in the back of the shop and in their old bedroom, but I was in a hurry to find Ginny and Harry, so I just said, "Okay" and left.
Then it all clicked. Harry (maybe Ginny) had asked one of the twins to conjure an extra room in the house especially for Harry and Ginny. I know that is possible, because that is how I have my own room in the Burrow this summer. That new addition to the house was where Ginny and Harry were/
Sure enough, at the top of the stairs, there was a thick wooden door with both the twins' initials ornately carved into it. But do I dare intrude on Harry and Ginny's private space? Of course, I mean, I have been acting un-Hermione-ish all day, so why stop now?
I took a deep breath and walked quickly to the end of the hallway until I reached the thick door. I was about a foot away from the slightly ajar door when I heard a moan. It most likely was coming from the over-used mouth of Miss Weasley. I crept right up next to the door.
I squatted down, holding the crystal doorknob, so as to keep my balance. I looked in. A sweet scene met my honey brown eyes. The hero and the gorgeous girl sharing a sweet, passionate, snog. Everything always works out this way. The happily-ever-after ending. If only…..
Then I realized that I, Hermione Jane Granger, had been proven wrong. Oh, well. Alas, I am only human.
I began to sit down, but I forgot that my hand was on the doorknob, so when I plunked onto the hard ground, the heavy door shut with a loud boom.
I had heard a gasp from Ginny and footsteps approaching the door.
"Oh, crap!"
I stood up and ran down into my room, closed the door, flopped onto the unmade bed, picked up and random book, opened it to a page in the middle and began to read when Harry and Ginny walked into my room
"Hey guys! What's up?'
"Hermione, we need to talk." Harry said, trying to sound serious, all the while a smile was playing at his slightly swollen lips.
Oh, great.
CRAP!