Laws of love: Chapter two: Aint no mountain high enough
Harry woke up to the sound of Mrs. Weasely screaming loudly through the house. He wasn't exactly sure about what she was saying; in fact what ever she said went in one ear and right out the other. But he managed to string the few words that he remembered together and it came out as: Come-Look-At-The-Fred-Stop-Time-That Arthur-Breakfast-15-Minutes-NOW! He figured that she was trying to tell them to come down for breakfast. But could he bother to? No, not really.
He rolled over to the wall side of his bed and tried to sleep again. But the continuous booming and announcing of times made it very difficult. Harry eventually gave up and drew himself out of his bed. He rubbed his eyes wearily and reached out for his glasses.
After he placed them on the bridge of his nose he looked around Ron's poster-orange room, and as he allowed his eyes to wander till they fell on a small light pink letter that was sitting on the window ledge.
Harry took the paper that was addressed to Ron and unfolded it. What he read almost made him want to vomit. Sickeningly horrible.
Dear Sweet Heart,
I hope you got my last letter, and I trust that you are in good health. There are some things I need to say to you.
You're always lighting up my heart with the things you do and say. I feel so happy just being with you this way, though I wish it could be more. You will always be the love of my life. Every time I think of you my heart misses a beat. You're my theme or a dream! Every moment we share together we grow closer.
I'm simply hanging by a moment, waiting to see you again so you can hold me so tight that all else fades, I thought after you left you would fade away from my mind, but still, everyday I wake up dreaming of our time together. I will never forget you. I hope you still think of me too.
I love you with all that I am, all that I was and all that I will ever be. Please know that my love and I are inseparable and I would want it no
other way and if time could express my love for you then its forever and a day. I can't wait to be with you, see your smile, look in your eyes, feel your sweet touch, and hear your perfect words and hopefully one day kiss your perfect lips. The way I feel about you some people call crazy, some call it insane, but I call it true love. I really love you.
Write to me soon, Ron.
P.S
Just address your letters to LovaGal.
Love you always and forever
Me, LovaGal, Yours beyond doubt.
Funny how this love sick this girl can be so obsessed about a guy that is not even her boyfriend, or maybe not even her friend, and who doesn't even know who she is.
Harry felt sorry for her, but in another way he was disgusted by the way she clung so desperately onto him.
"Harry?" a small voice said from the door.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, turning to the owner of the voice.
"Mrs. Weasely wants you to come down; we're leaving in one hour." Hermione said timidly.
"Er-my-oh-knee…..go away, I'm sleeping." A drowsy Ron muttered from under his sheets.
"Sorry Ron," Hermione said apologetically before leaving.
Harry watched the door close, and then he threw off his pyjamas and pulled on some trousers and a shirt. "Coming Ron?" he asked the sheet-enwrapped-lump.
"Uh huh, tell mum I'm coming down in…5….no...15 minutes." Ron grumbled.
"Right." Harry alleged, heaving up a large duffel bag with his; Clothing, Flashlights, Matches, Wand, Swimming Trunks, Towels, Swimming goggles, Toiletries and in his other hand he took a sleeping bag.
"I'll see you later then." He said hesitantly before leaving through the door.
He stepped hurriedly down the first flight of stairs, and then he slowed down as the weight of his bag started to let itself known to his arms.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed happily as she spotted him on the staircase above her.
"Gin-smmmaaahhhaak" Harry started to say but he was stopped as Ginny razed op the stairs to kiss him.
"Hmmmm." He said sweetly as she pulled away, "You okay?"
Ginny nodded and smiled, "I'm happy, you know, about last night."
"Me too." Harry agreed.
Ginny took his sleeping bag and walked in front of him down the stairs, Harry followed promptly.
"Good morning, Ginny, Harry." Mrs. Weasely said from behind the stove.
"Morning Mums." Ginny greeted cheerily, sliding down onto a chair and starting casually her breakfast. Harry sat down across from her and soon got some sausages and eggs in front of him.
"Where's Ron?" Mrs. Weasely asked, sitting down with a cup of tea in her hands.
"He's coming down, don't worry." Harry explained, shoving in the last sausage and getting up, "I'll go get him now."
Harry ran up the stairs all the way to Ron's room. Harry knocked politely then entered with Ron's consent.
"Harry! Why did you read the letter I got from LovaGal? It was personal you know?"
"Sorry, it was hard not to, and you would have told me anyways." Harry said absentmindedly.
"Hmpf, fine." Ron muttered under his breath, stuffing the letter in his jeans pocket (he was dressed by now) and getting up. "Will you help me with my bags?" Ron asked Harry pleasantly.
Harry nodded and took Ron's sleeping bag, then they paraded down to the kitchen just like Harry and Ginny had done several minutes before hand but with out the kissing and holding hands.
"Ron, eat this, hurry up we're going in ten minutes…and Charlie, take Ron's bags too?" Mrs. Weasely said, directing Charlie, who was already dragging Ginny's, Harry's and Hermione's bags to Ron's and at the same time she stuffed two toasts into Ron's hands.
"Eat, eat!" She snapped at her youngest son.
"Oh look its Classic!" Hermione said, pointing at a brown barn owl that had flown into the kitchen through the open door.
Mrs. Weasely snatched the letter that Classic dropped out of the air and read through it while Hermione quickly got a bowl of water for her own family owl.
"Oh Hermione? Your parents ask us not to use any magic these coming two weeks because your 17 year old muggle cousin Noelle will be coming too." Mrs. Weasely told the bushy haired girl.
Hermione's cheery smiled faded slightly, "Really?" she asked disappointedly.
"Yes, and OH! Look at the time! Go on, out, out, out!" Mrs. Weasely said, shooing her children and Harry and Hermione out of the kitchen.
Everyone, but the people already outside, was surprised to see a very small bus standing in front of their house.
"We'll be travelling by this." Mr. Weasely said happily to Hermione, "Oh don't look so worried, Charlie has gotten his muggle license."
"Bill, Charlie, Percy? Have you put all the bags in the back?"
"Yeah, shall we get going?" Bill said to his father.
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"Before we go I'd like to remind you that all the magic is forbidden and that I'm going to confiscate your wands for the time being." Mr. Weasely announced once they were all in the bus.
Begrudgingly every one handed over their wands and magical items.
"Very well, then I'd like to say: Let's have an amazing holiday!"
No one cheered, but Hermione and Harry smiled comfortingly at the trying so hard Mr. Weasely.
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"Round the left, yes, down the road, then turn to the right and you are at my house." Hermione explained to Charlie who was driving down a very cliché muggle road.
Gardens with white painted fences. Walls with rose bushes growing up against them.
Fountains with birds bathing in them. BMW's standing in the drive ways.
Hermione turned away from the driver's seat and walked to the back of the small family bus to where Ron, Harry and Ginny were sitting.
"We're almost there." She stated.
"You know, I don't believe I've ever seen your house." Ron suddenly remarked, "I mean, I've seen Harry's and I've seen Luna's and Neville's. But never yours."
"Oh well, you'll see it now then."
And he did. No 2 minutes later had they arrived in front of a large creamy white house. There was a larger brown fence around it, hiding the garden from view, but not the gigantic trees growing in it. In the driveway there stood just like all the other driveways a BMW, and there was a second car next to it which was a larger Peugeot.
Out by the mail box stood the thin, curly brown haired Mrs. Granger, the tall balding, and a tad to fat Mr. Granger and next to them stood a replica of Hermione…..only then a bit taller, with straight painted blond hair and from Harry's opinion amazing bodily curves.
They heaved their baggage into the bus then they stepped in the bus themselves.
"Hey everyone." Mr. Granger said merrily to the bus full of moody Weasleys.
"Dad!" Hermione exclaimed, getting up and running towards her father who she hadn't seen in what seemed like ages.
"Hello my Sugar Plum Fairy." Her father said into her hair as Hermione flung her arms around him.
Hermione stepped away from him and hugged her mother quickly, "Mama, its good to see you again." She said sweetly.
Her mother smiled kindly at Hermione and said softly, "Sweet angel, you've grown so much."
Then Hermione turned what Ginny would have called resentfully at Noelle and said stiffly, "Hi Noelle."
Noelle put up a big smiled and flicked her hair as she said, "Good god Mione, is that you! You've certainly have changed a lot. I always thought you had a delayed puberty, and I guess I was right! Ha ha, when we were little we always wanted to beat each other in everything…hee hee; having our periods, wearing make up, getting boy friends, hah hah……funny how I beat you in everything. But it's absolutely lovely to see you again."
"Yeah." Hermione agreed, then she turned her back quickly from Noelle, grinding her teeth visibly at Ginny who grinned understandably.
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Hours went by slowly and murderously in boredom. Hermione glared furiously the whole trip at Noelle who was glancing suggestively at Ron the whole time.
But Hermione visibly cleared up as a famous muggle tune hit the radio.
The first words she listened then she started singing softly with them, making all the Weasely's brothers, except for Percy who was working, look flabbergasted at Hermione, who could sing surprisingly well.
"Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough,
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, baby
As Hermione sang on, her voice grew louder and louder and Mr. and Mrs. Granger started singing along with her.
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, some how
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
As fast as I can
By this time everyone was singing with her, every one except once again Percy and Noelle who stared angrily at Hermione.
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough"
Hermione and the others stopped as the song ended and hooted in cheer.
"That song is amazing! Muggle music rocks! "Ron chortled as some other song, "Oeps I did it again." Came on, and Mr. Granger automatically put the volume down.
"Hermione! I didn't know you could sing! Why didn't you tell us?" Ginny asked accusingly.
Hermione shrugged and said, "I can't, and I only sing with songs I really like…besides…this song has meaning to me."
"Okay, what do you mean with it has meaning to you?" Ginny asked interestedly.
"When we went to France we were stuck in the airport for 8 hours. During that period of time the radio broke and it kept on repeating: "Aint no mountain high enough" by Marvin Gaye….you'd think I'd hate that song by now, but no, its just special to me now…because that was like…..8 years ago and I was eight, and I really hated airplanes….the song kind of soothed me…. I know it sounds stupid but it made sense to me." Hermione explained with a soft twinkle in her eyes.
"That's sweet, Hermione's very own song. I'll remember that."
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All hail Marjorie, My beta-er.
