Chapter 3: L is for the way you look at me, O is for the only one I see, V is…..
Hey people! I know I took for-frigging-ever but I'm back! I was gonna wait till summer and went screw that, I wanna know what happens!
Hermione woke up in a very good mood, noticing Ginny was sitting next to Harry, giggling about something. She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom to change. She liked Harry, but changing in front of him would be a bit extreme.
She tossed her bag, without looking, into Ginny's room on the way to the stairs and judging by the "Oof!" it nailed Harry. She took the stairs almost two at a time, anxious. She stepped into the kitchen amongst laughter, which was common in the Burrow. She sat next to Ron at the large table which was currently piled with food. She snatched a few sausages and some toast and settled into the conversation.
"George, you cannot just use us as test subjects whenever you feel like it!" Mrs. Weasley cried.
"We don't! We use Ron. Not the rest of you lot," Fred said indignantly.
"Hey! hic" Ron snapped.
"Excellent!" George grinned. Ron's face had started to turn blue, like he was choking. Sounds similar to those of someone choking were escaping his throat as well. Ron however, looked confused.
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley cried. She jumped up to help Ron but Fred stopped her. He handed Ron sweet and told him to eat it.
Ron, being oh-so-brilliant, did. His face turned back to normal, and he could talk again.
"That would get me out of exams..." Harry said, having witnessed this spectacle.
"What the hell was that?" Ron tried to sound angry, but he was clearly amazed.
"Haven't named it yet, but when you take it, you have to look like you're dying, Ron. No professor would let you out looking like you did," George scoffed.
Ron narrowed his eyes at his brother, but also realized, belatedly, that Hermione was there.
"Oh, hello Hermione," he smiled widely and kissed her. This left Harry and Mr. Weasley confused, but no one noticed. Fred wolf-whistled and George kept yelling "Encore!" Ginny shrieked with joy and hugged Harry, laughing, when he begged her for clarification of the situation. Ron didn't care at the moment; he was asking Hermione if she'd like to get out of the house for the day. She nodded, but Mrs. Weasley quickly dashed those plans, something about it being too dangerous. Ron sighed and tugged Hermione into the garden.
"This is apparently as far out of the house as we're going to get, Herms," he smiled anyway. He had smiled more in the past day and a half than he had in years.
"Herms?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and tried hard not to laugh.
"Thought of it...in a dream," he blushed. Hermione could no longer stand it and burst into fits of giggles.
"What?" poor Ron was so confused that Hermione took pity on him and finally managed to stop laughing. She hugged him and he relaxed, not caring about anything but holding Hermione. He drew back slightly, leaning down to kiss her. She stood on her toes, meeting his lips with hers, sliding her hands over his arms, pulling him close.
"I will never get tired of that!" Ron exclaimed, beaming. Hermione grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He let out a contented sigh, wrapping his arm around her. He pulled her close and they walked around the garden, basking in the glory that is happiness.
"Well, I think it's splendid Arthur. Ron deserves someone, the dear, so shy. Besides, Hermione is lovely and a good example for him, what with Fred and George's influence for so long," Molly Weasley pointed out in a less than patient tone.
"I know that dear, but aren't they a bit young?" Arthur replied.
"We were younger than they are when we started dating, remember?" Mrs. Weasley gave him a warning glance.
"Yes, but--" Molly interrupted him by shooting him a glare that would have wilted flowers. "Never mind then," he said quickly and stood to go.
"I'm off to work, see you round dinnertime?" he asked.
"Of course," she smiled and kissed him.
He walked out the door and with a "pop" he was gone.
"Hello mum," Ginny greeted her mother while entering the kitchen.
"Oh, hello dear. Ginny...could you do me a favor?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"Sure mum, what is it?" Ginny responded, interested.
"Nothing much, I just need you to--" she was interrupted by Harry entering the room.
"Mum?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, never mind dear, I'll ask later," Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny understood and nodded, glancing at Harry.
"I'll see you later then, Mum. Harry, want to play chess?" she asked him with a grin.
"Yeah, all right," Harry responded.
Ginny walked over to him and they left, off to the farther reaches of the house.
"Those two..." Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at her daughter and Harry and looked out the window, smiling at the sight of Ron and Hermione. She shook her head and chuckled, "Took them long enough," she smiled again and set to cleaning up the kitchen.
-About a month later-
"RON!" Hermione shrieked, slapping his hand away from under her shirt.
"Sorry," he mumbled. She kissed him anyway and he smiled.
He took her hand and muttered something she couldn't quite hear.
"Sorry Ron didn't hear you, what was that?" she smiled and kissed his neck.
He blushed and muttered again, "Never mind,"
"You sure?"
"Yeah," he wrapped his arms around her. "I'll tell you later,"
She broke away with a mischievous smile and he groaned. "Not now, please Herms," she kept smiling and said, "We have to Ron! We'll never make it on time if we don't pack now!" Ron groaned again but followed her out of the room none-the-less.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed at the sight of Ron packing earlier than five minutes before they had to leave.
"Hermione..." Ron sighed and shook his head. He tossed another armful of clothes into his trunk and turned to see a disgruntled Hermione glaring at him. Ron sighed again and took everything out of the trunk and began folding, which he has no clue how to do properly. Hermione rolled her eyes and snatched his clothes from him, folding and packing his trunk herself. Ron grinned and kissed her, which received a smile.
"Ron, your mum wanted to know if you need more socks," Harry stated lazily.
Harry was oddly happy this summer…considering the circumstances. Ever since Dumbledore died, Harry had been moody and withdrawn. Now he was cheery and in love with Ginny, not at all angry at the world. At least, he was not apparently angry at the world.
"No, I'm fine. Harry, I—uh need to talk to you," he stepped around the trunks and out the door.
"What's up Ron?" Harry asked. He wouldn't meet Ron's eyes, which signaled that something was wrong.
"Are you all right mate? You've been…y'know happy and after…Dumbledore…you were angry. So do we need to haul you in to St. Mungo's or what?" Ron said with a slight smile on his face as he made the joke, but the underlying worry was there. He was afraid Harry really might have snapped and gone insane.
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron at the implication that his sanity might be a concern but answered non-the-less. "I'm fine Ron. I've got to do something," Harry replied shortly and went around him and downstairs.
"Fine," Ron mumbled under his breath and sidled back into the room.
"Done!" Hermione announced cheerily, standing up.
"Thank you, Herms," Ron smiled and took her face in his hands. He kissed her and their lips melded together. She skimmed a hand through his fiery-red hair and he moved his hands to her waist, sliding them to her lower back. She bit his lower lips lightly, which received a grin.
"Ahem," Mrs. Weasley coughed lightly at the door, but smiled. "Dinner's ready dears,"
Ron grinned sheepishly and his ears turned red, almost blending with his hair. He offered Hermione his hand and she took it.
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Love,
Lorn
