Snippets

By Siriusly Amused

Stories of the young and innocent

Author's Note: Merry Christmas. Yes, another chapter, I'm just updating this story like crazy. It probably has to do with the fact that these stories take anywhere from 15-30 minutes to write, which is ideal for me at this time since I have family stuff and work. Yes, work. Minimum wage jobs close for nothing these days. Now, this snippet actually popped into my head a few days ago when I was reading Trust by Creative Quill (I suggest you all read it after this, it's a very good story and it's finished to boot). Anywho (I use that word too much) Harry and Ron are in seventh grade in this snippet and Ginny is in sixth and the twins are little freshmen in high school. I think this takes place sometime in the spring…I see flowers and sunshine out of the window when I picture it and the boys are in shorts. But if you guys want to put it in winter or whatever, you go right ahead.

Disclaimer: I'm getting very tired of disclaimers.

The Talk

°°°Ron°°°

"Ron, why don't you call Harry over for the day?"

I looked up from my pancakes and gazed across the table at my father. He had been acting strange all week and Ginny and I heard him having heated discussions with my mother. Something was up, and judging by the tinge of pink at the tip of Dad's ears, it wasn't good. Ginny and I had, of course, figured that it was a family problem. Perhaps they caught Fred and George trying their first cigarettes down by the beach, or maybe Bill lost his first job at the bank, or, worst of all, maybe Mom and Dad were going to get a divorce. But what in the hell does Harry have to do with any of those?

"Um, okay, but," I paused and chose my words carefully, "why?" I need a bigger vocabulary.

Dad's ears went from pink to red and he adverted his eyes from me and seemed rather fascinated with his bacon. "Well, it's just such a nice day out today. It would be dreadful if Harry had to spend it cooped up with that family of his. Besides, it's been awhile since I spent time with my children."

Fred and George stopped their powder sugar war and gazed at our father. "Does this include us too?" they asked simultaneously as a cloud of powered sugar fell around them.

Percy lowered his newspaper. "Yes, Father, what about me? I have a research paper that will take up most of the day. I have no time to shoot hoops in the driveway."

Dad squirmed in his seat as my three older siblings stared at him. "Er…no, you three are exempted from this," he said, not making eye contact with anyone.

"What about me?" Ginny asked.

Dad immediately raised his head and sent Mom a pained expression. They seemed to be having an argument by making faces at one another. Finally, Mom sent him a pointed stare and Dad lowered his gaze to the breakfast table once again. "Your mother thinks it's best that you be included in this one, Ginny," he stated. "I have no idea why since you'd relate to your mother better!" There was a loud 'THUNK' as Mom kicked Dad under the table.

Ginny and I exchanged frightened looks as realization dawned on the twins. Fred leaned over and whispered something into Percy's ear and Percy chuckled and sent us a wicked smile. "Well, good luck today," he told us as he rose from the table along with the twins. "You're going to need it."

"Ginny, help your mother with the dishes. Ron, call Harry."

°°°Harry°°°

There are two entrances into the Weasley household (if you don't count climbing through windows). One is the front door that leads you directly into the living room. This door is rarely used. The other is the back door that brings you into the laundry room that connects with the kitchen. I went to the back door and knocked; moments later, George answered.

"Hello, Harry," he greeted. He wasn't moving away from the door to let me in.

"Hi, George," I greeted back, waiting for him to step aside. When he didn't I became confused. "Er…is Ron home?" I asked, which was a stupid question because it was just twenty minutes ago that Ron had called me and invited me over.

"He's home," George replied.

There was a long pause before I asked if I could come in. George gave me an odd look. "Do you really want to do that, Harry?" he asked.

"Yes." I was beginning to wonder what was going on.

George stepped aside. "It's your dignity, man," he stated before walking away. I was curious as to what he was talking about but didn't stop to ask him. The twins never made sense anyway. I crossed the kitchen and entered the living room where I found Ron and Ginny sitting on the couch and looking quite scared.

"Ah, Harry, there you are!" Mr. Weasley greeted as I cautiously made my way into the room. He was standing in front of the entertainment center and there were all kinds of graphs and props around him. I sat down next to Ron on the couch. Ron gave me a pained expression.

"Well," Mr. Weasley continued, bouncing on the balls of his heels. "Now that we've got everyone here, I think I can begin."

"Weasley, do you have the plans for the church picnic?" Ron, Ginny, and I turned our heads and to our complete horror saw Mr. Malfoy and Draco standing in the archway to the living room. Mr. Malfoy glanced around the room as Mr. Weasley handed him the plans for the church picnic. "Are you giving them the talk?" he asked, noticing the graphs. "Good, Draco here hasn't had it yet." Mr. Malfoy grabbed Draco's arm and marched him over to the couch.

Draco broke free from his father's grasp and glared indignantly at him. "I already know about it!" he said loudly. "You put tab A into slot B and repeat!" Ginny giggled. Mr. Malfoy glared.

"There's more to it than that!" Mr. Malfoy explained to Draco. "Call me on my cell when you're done." He then turned back to Mr. Weasley. "Be sure to mention positions, Arthur. And don't forget protection, STDs, and how much it costs to raise the antichrist."

"I resent that statement," Draco mumbled as he sat down on the floor and brought his knees to his chest. Mr. Malfoy didn't seem to hear him, however, and he turned on his heel and left the living room. Mr. Weasley then looked at the four of us with great discomfort. It was bad enough having this conversation with one child, but with four? And two of them not even being his!

"Well, now that we really do have everyone here, I think it's time we…"

"Oh, Ginny, you have company."

Hermione had just entered the room. She looked around the room and her eyes lingered on a nearby graph. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked.

"Mione, sit," Ginny commanded, pointing to the open spot on the couch, next to her."

"Er…why?" Hermione asked, slowly coming to join us on the couch.

"Because I need another girl present for this," Ginny explained.

Hermione brightened. "Oh good, then you won't mind that Lavender and Parvatti are on their way."

"What!?" exclaimed both Draco and Ron.

"Oh, wow, it's a party! Hope you guys don't mind, we brought Seamus and Dean along as well." Four more kids entered the living room and found seats.

Mr. Weasley ran a hand through his thinning hair and sighed. "Alright, well now…"

"Hey, I saw everyone heading this way and George let me in," Neville explained, coming into the room and sitting on the floor next to Draco.

Mr. Weasley stared at us for a few minutes. "George!" he yelled once he came out of his stupor.

George inched into the living room's view but did not come in it. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked meekly.

"You're going to be my little helper for this talk. And if Fred is listening, it will do him good to not let any of Ron's friend's in. Or Ginny's," he added as an afterthought.

"Do I have to, Dad?" George whined, coming into the room.

"Yes you have to. As a matter of fact, why don't you start it?"

George sent him a scared look but Mr. Weasley only nudged him foreword. George looked at us, ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "When a man and a woman love each other very much…"

End Author's Note: Merry Christmas everyone, even though it's only Christmas for another 20 minutes. I would have had this up this afternoon, but my mom came in and ordered me into the kitchen.