Ok. First, I must address this j0 person. All I can say is, you are entitled to your own opinion…but if you don't like my story then please don't review or read. And same to JokittyEmiMousey. I mist have written something wrong in the last chap cause its the one most people have complained about…
And to everyone who was nice enough to point it out: P thankyou for my mistake about spelling George and Charlie wrong. Im sorry, but my spelling SUCKS:P
Also, thanks to those who answered my question about the half- blood prince- guess we'll just have to wait till it comes out! True, I hadn't though Neville was pureblood…ahh well.
When the trio woke the next morning, they heard some shouts coming from downstairs.
'Not again.' Ron groaned as he walked out onto the landing.
As they walked down the stairs, the photos on the walls where showing Percy poking his head into the frame and out again, clearly un sure weather he could come back into the picture.
Ron was happy to see that a picture of himself was definitely not listening to Percy, who was trying to talk to him. He smiled and said 'That's what its going to be like around here.' At this though, Hermione frowned.
'You know Ron, you really should try and listen to what he's saying.'
'Why? Everything he says is an insult. Its like bill said last night: he expected us to drop everything, say the things he said, and then come back into open arms!' Ron said angrily.
'Yes, I believe bill had a point but-'
'Of course I had a point.' bill said, appearing from Fred and Georges room. 'I always have a point.' he attempted to smile. 'Anyway, who's shouting?'
'Dunno. Bout to find out though.' Harry answered and continued down the stairs and into the Kitchen.
Hermione, who was last to enter the kitchen saw Mrs. Weasley standing over the stove, fuming and crying as she mixed what was within it.
'Mum?' bill asked, walking over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. 'What's wrong?'
'Its Percy…everything…this was supposed to be a happy Christmas, but its turning out to be something I would hear about in some tragic novel.' She sobbed. 'Why is my family falling apart? Why cant everything go smoothly just this once?'
'It will mum. It will work itself out.' Charlie said reassuringly.
'Will it Charlie? Im not so sure.'
'C'mon mum, your being silly. Sit down, and I'll make you some tea, and we'll fix breakfast. No! sit!' Ron said when Mrs. Weasley protested.
'You're good boys.' she said as Charlie got up to continue stirring what was porridge in the pot. Ron smiled and started boiling the water, while Ginny, Harry and Hermione got the table set. Bill helped Charlie carry over the pot, as Ron bustled past them carefully carrying Mrs. Weasley's tea in a purple mug.
Half an hour later, breakfast was ready. Bill, Charlie, Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione where seated around the table, along with Mrs. Weasley, all tucking into the food. Fred and George walked in, dressed but yawning.
'Morning all.' Fred said, pouring himself some juice.
'Where's dad?' George asked sitting down next to Ginny. 'and er…Percy?'
'Your father has had to go into work and Percy accompanied him…' Mrs. Weasley answered.
'Oh.'
'Well, what are we all doing today?' bill asked, keen to drive the conversation away from his younger brother.
'I feel like stretching my feet- I think me and Fred are going to fly around for a bit…wanna join us Ron?' George said. 'And Harry too of course.'
'Yeah, im up for it.' Harry said turning to Ron.
'Fine by me.' he replied.
'Well, I have nothing planned, so mind if I join you?' bill said.
'No! We can play Quidditch if you and Charlie play!' Fred said happily then turned to Charlie.
He smiled and nodded. 'Yeah, nothing better to do.'
'Its settled then.' George said grinning.
'What about you Hermione? Ginny? What are you two doing?'
'I fancy a walk.' Hermione answered. 'But I dunno about Ginny.'
'Yeah I'll come for a walk.' Ginny said, smiling. 'Need fresh air…oh no! Where's Matilda?'
Obviously, no one knew who Matilda was except for Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Charlie looked as though the name rang a bell, but he couldn't place it. Ginny rolled her eyes.
'My friend!' everyone nodded and then shook their heads, saying they didn't know where the shy Matilda was.
'I don't know Ginny- check your room.' Mrs. Weasley said as Ginny got to her feet and went sprinting out of the room. They heard her feet thump on the stairs, then stopped as they reached her landing. Moments later, Ginny came down, Matilda close by.
'Ahh, Matilda, were you hiding?' Mrs. Weasley said warmly.
'I was asleep.' Matilda mumbled.
'She sleeps in a lot.' Ginny said grinning. 'I forgot what it was like to wake her at Hogwarts- nightmare!' Matilda glowed a bright red as she sat down next to Charlie.
After everyone was finished eating- Matilda didn't eat nor say much-, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Bill and Charlie went up stairs to get their brooms while Hermione and Ginny left Matilda, who was talking with Mrs. Weasley about something and said she didn't want to come for a walk, and up the drive way, basking in the sunlight.
They talked about lots, stopping at the road and heading back. Half way back, they saw Fred fly straight out over some trees and swoop back down. Ginny sighed.
'We'd better warn them about how fly their flying or they might attract attention- mums more like.' Ginny said, walking instead towards the trees. Hermione looked at the house first before following Ginny into the trees.
Hermione found herself in a clearing. Harry and Ron where at one end, high in the on their brooms, Fred and George racing towards them and bill and Charlie where at separate ends and Hermione thought they must be the keepers.
Ginny was in the middle of the clearing, trying to get Fred's or anyone's attention. Hermione rolled her eyes as Ginny jumped up and down, waving her arms.
'HEY Ginny! MOVE!' Harry screamed- he and Fred where racing each other up the pitch low to the ground, Harry with a red ball. Ginny squealed, but Hermione ran at her and knocked her to the ground. Seconds later, Fred and Harry zoomed past. Hermione helped Ginny to her feet and looked around. Looks like Harry had just got his ball through a wooden hoop that bill was defending.
Fred and George groaned.
'Hey! its been a while since I played alright?' bill yelled in his defense. 'Alright, its coming back to me..' and he did a fancy flip with his broom.
The rest of the game, Hermione and Ginny sat on the side, watching as they whooshed past, yelling, and having the time of their lives. Bill and Charlie where easily the best flyers, though Harry wasn't far behind. At first though, they where slow, then they got back into the swing of it and pulled off some very fancy flying. Harry matched it by catching a very hard catch thrown by Charlie, their keeper and managing to get it through bills hoop. Fred and George where laughing when Ron flipped over his broom and landed flat on his back on the ground, though luckily he had been flying only 30 cm from the ground. He got up his ears red, though laughing with everyone else.
'So what do you think about Percy?' Hermione asked after Ron got back on his broom and flew off.
'I don't know.' Ginny sighed. 'I meant what I said last night.'
'I know you did- I don't see you that serious very often.' Hermione agreed.
Ginny nodded and looked away, towards where they came out, back to the burrow. 'I meant every single word.' she said softly.
The sun started to go down after a few more hours, and the boys landed shortly after sunset, and looked happy but tired.
'Lets head inside.' Fred said, helping Ginny, who was, unlike Hermione, curled up in a ball on the ground, fast asleep.
George bent down and helped Fred carry Ginny, who looked like she could sleep through anything, back into the house. Bill and Charlie followed, muttering about their memories of flying for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Harry and Ron went next, helped Hermione to her feet, and walked slowly through the small forest of trees.
The burrow came into view, lighting up the ground with the light pouring through the windows of the kitchen where smells where drifting out into the night air.
Entering the kitchen, Hermione saw Mrs. Weasley standing over the stove, stirring something with her wand.
'Oh good your back! I was about to send Percy out to find you…' she said happily when she saw them all sit down. Fred and George excused themselves, and carried sleeping beauty up the stairs and to her bedroom. Matilda followed them; she was hiding in a dark corner of the kitchen, and gave Hermione a start when she moved.
'So dad and Percy are home are they?' Ron said, sitting down at the kitchen table.
'Yes, yes they got back about half an hour ago…your father was exhausted, so he went upstairs to sleep, but I think Percy was in his room reading or something.' Mrs. Weasley said, smiling as she turned around and began chopping something with a sharp knife.
Hermione sat down with the others and ate dinner. Mr. Weasley and Ginny where too tired so Mrs. Weasley let them sleep, though Matilda didn't return when Fred and George did. They said she wanted to stay up there, and so they let her. Percy turned up five minutes into their eating, and sat down, said hello, but got only some sort of mumble in return, so he looked sad and down trodden as he began eating very little.
Once dinner was over, Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley pack up and wash the dishes while the boys walked into the fire room and began talking. Percy joined them, though said very little.
Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley get the dishes off the wooden table, and over to the sink where Mrs. Weasley's kitchen tools where waiting. She waved her wand, and they began cleaning the dirty plates and knives and forks. Afterwards, Hermione got some clean plates out and carefully carried them out to the boys, spoons on top. Mrs. Weasley followed, carrying the pudding and ice- cream. Percy said thank you to Hermione when she gave him his plate and spoon, and being curious, she smiled and continued handing out the rest.
Mrs. Weasley bustled around, scooping out ice-cream and pudding to those who wanted it then sat down and began knitting with some brown and white wool.
Hermione's eyes started going droopy, so she got to her feet, bayed everyone goodnight and walked alone and slowly up to Ron's room. His room was dark and cold when she walked in, but she quickly got dressed and climbed into her bed. Hermione wondered for a brief moment what she would find wrapped or not at the base of her bed the next morning, bit as it was slightly warmer under the covers, Hermione rolled happily over and drifted off into a nice, peaceful sleep, not caring weather there was something there or not.
Ok, it took me forever to update I know! please don't hate me. thanks to all again who answered my question. this one might have been a bit shorter, but its up now right? ok, update sooner than last I promise.