Chapter 32: A Little Bit of Snogging Action
Meanwhile, back at the Burrow…
"Ginny honey, have you seen the others?" Mrs. Weasley asked while preparing breakfast. "You know Ron likes to sleep in, but rarely this late! And Harry and Hermione are usually up by now! Do you think I ought to go check up on them?"
"No!" Ginny cried. Her mother looked alarmed. "Well, I mean, um, I heard them all talking really late last night. They're probably just really sleepy, you know…"
"Well alright then," Mrs. Weasley said suspiciously, "but they better be down soon! Breakfast's nearly ready."
"I'll go get them," Ginny said, exiting the kitchen. This plan better work! Ginny thought. That old lady and fat boy better hurry up and get here! She retreated into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch, and began to intently stare at the fireplace while throwing nervous glances at the kitchen door fearing her mother would come through. Just hurry up! To Ginny's relief, the fireplace roared to life the next moment and what appeared to be a very curly long-haired Ron stepped out and grinned at her.
"Hey there little sis," her brother said (although she did not know which one), ruffling her hair.
"Hey there Ron," she replied. "What's with the hair? And who are you? Fred or George?"
"Whatever are you talking about, Gin? It's me, Ron!" said "Ron" confusedly.
"Come on, Ron never ruffles my hair. Who are you?"
"It's me," George replied.
"Who's "me"?
"Why, you're you!"
"Come on! Tell me who you are or I'll hex you!"
"Ok, ok, back off Gin! It's me, George."
"Ok, good." George took a look around.
"So have the others come yet?" he asked.
"No, and I'm starting to get really worried because mum's getting suspicious! And what's with the hair?"
"Ah, just a little invention of Fred and mine for the shop. Cool Curl Concoction. Like it?" Ginny raised an eyebrow. "I'll go keep mum distracted," George said. He disappeared into the kitchen.
"Oh Ronnie, you're finally awake! Why are you all dirty? And what did you do to your hair?" Ginny heard her mother say from the kitchen. She continued to nervously stare at the fireplace. Mere moments later, it roared to life again. Out of the soot stepped "Harry" and "Hermione."
"Er, Mrs. Figg? Is that you?" Ginny asked uncertainly.
"Yes, that would be me," Mrs. Figg as Hermione responded. "And I suspect you're one of the Weasleys?"
"Yeah, I'm Ginny. You and I will be hanging out together quite a bit at Hogwarts." Ginny turned to "Harry."
"Erm, and you must be Dudley?" Ginny asked. Dudley, however, did not answer. He was too entranced by the magical surroundings to comprehend what Ginny was saying. He was amazed by the needles knitting themselves, the dusters dusting themselves, and the cats licking themselves. Well, that he wasn't amazed by. For his entire life Dudley was taught to believe magic was for the freaks of nature, but now he was completely enthralled. At that moment Dudley made a promise to himself that he vowed to keep.
From this moment on, I will be the greatest wizard to walk to earth! he thought with a satisfied smile on his face. Then he remembered he was a muggle. Darn.
"Dudley? Hello?" Ginny repeated, waving her hand in front of his face. The flurry of motion caught his attention.
"What?" he responded stupidly.
"I'm Ginny…you're girlfriend, er, Harry's girlfriend. Well, sort of. Not officially, at least."
Dudley licked his lips. He'd never had a girlfriend before. As a matter of fact, no girl had actually ever even talked to him. They usually just made oinking noises and laughed when they walked past him. He didn't skip a chance.
"So, you wanna go snog or something?" he casually asked. Ginny slapped him.
"We will not snog!" she replied angrily. "I said, we're not officially together! So no snogging. Ever." She huffed off toward the kitchen. "Hermione" turned towards "Harry."
"I'll snog you," Mrs. Figg told Dudley. Dudley was disgusted. He was not going to snog his old neighbor. Then he realized this was the most action he would ever get in the girl department. Well, at least she looked like a seventeen year old girl.
"Sure," he shrugged. Much to the delight of our readers, before "Harry" and "Hermione's" lips met George took the opportunity to come and check up on them after Ginny came into the kitchen alone and angry-looking.
"Hey! What are you two doing?" George demanded.
"It's just a little snog, boy. It's been a long time since I've had one," Mrs. Figg replied. George cringed.
"Well you two aren't allowed to! Technically Hermione is Ron's, er, my girlfriend, and Ginny is Harry's. Now come on then, it's time for breakfast." He grabbed their arms and pulled them towards the kitchen.
"Does that mean you'll be snogging me?" Mrs. Figg asked George, winking at him and pinching his backside.