That night Hermione, Ron and Harry kept looking for the Weasley's. Harry and Hermione think of them as a second family, and because both of their families are either dead or away all of the time, they were basically their own family. One, big, happy family. That's what they all wanted. Hermione missed Ginny the most, because even though she was a year younger then all of them, she had become very close to all of them. After they finished looking, Ron sat down and stared at the wall for a long time.
'Are they going to come back?' He asked with a frown on his face.
'Yes Ron they are, but they probably need some extra guidance from us first' Harry suggested.
'Mm-hm' was the only response they got from Ron for the rest of the night.
'Ron…'
'Mm-hm'
'Do you miss your family?'
'Mm-hm'
'Do you miss your gold-fish?'
'Mm-hm'
'Do you miss your dog?'
'Mm-hm'
'Do you miss Ginny?'
'Mm-hm'
'Do you want to have babies with Hermione?'
'Mm-hm, wait what?'
'We finally get the truth out of you Ron; I can't believe it's been that way all along!'
'Wait, no, I didn't mean that! HARRY!'
At that moment Hermione walked into the room.
'Hermione, Hermione! Ron wants to have your babies! Hermione!'
'WHAT!'
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!' Ron was rolled into a ball on the couch rocking back and forth.
'I don't want to be pregnant at the moment Ron!'
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!'
Harry burst into laughter and he then stopped. Realising that this isn't really the time or place to be joking around.
'No it's okay Hermione, Ron doesn't want to have your baby. Doesn't mean he won't just mean's he doesn't want to'
'HARRY!' Ron and Hermione squealed out simultaneously.
'Fine, fine!' Harry chuckled.
Harry sat down and he started thinking about the Weasley's, one in particular. Ginny. How her hair was wavy and beautiful and a face that makes most girls jealous. Her hair practically replicated fire, with golden streaks appearing occasionally when it was in the right light. Wait, he couldn't be thinking about this type of stuff! Ginny was Ron's sister! His sister for Merlin's sake! He couldn't, he wouldn't! It wasn't his time or place to be thinking about Ginny like that! But Ron was probably thinking about Hermione like that, but that still doesn't give him permission to think about her like that.
'No guys, it's late and I think that we should go to bed before we continue looking, is that okay with you?' Hermione asked with concern for both of the boys. They looked battered and she thought that it was time for a rest.
'Yeah that sounds good' they agreed.
Once they were all changed and ready for the night, Harry wanted to lighten the mood.
'Hey Ron' he asked.
'Yeah mate?'
'Truth or Dare?'
'Uh, well… I don't know, truth'
'Oi Hermione!' Harry yelled as if he were panicked.
A second later a rushed Hermione with a toothbrush half-hanging out of her mouth came rushing in.
'What? WHAT?' she asked.
'Did you want to play truth or dare?'
'Well… I guess so' she agreed somehow realising that this was Harry's way of lightening the mood.
'It was Ron's go, and he picked truth' Harry explained.
'Oh, did you ask him a question?'
'No, not yet, do you want to?'
'Sure why not…,'
'Ron, who exactly… do you have a crush on?'
Ron looked bewildered.
'Uh, um, well… there's, you see, ahhhh, um, well'
'GET ON WITH IT!' Harry and Hermione yelled teasingly simultaneously.
'LUNA LOVEGOOD!' he gave in, thinking that Luna was a good option, slightly quirky, but was a good option.
'What?' Harry screamed.
'I thought that you were going to pick HERMIONE!'
'WHAT!' That time both Ron and Hermione felt it necessary to scream simultaneously.
The night carried on quite the same way, always coming back to that question in the end. And Ron never wanted to say, because he never could. 'Because telling a girl that you like them just makes you look like an idiot!'
The Weasley's sat there huddled in the corner, dreading the time when the man was going to come back. Ginny was huddled into a little ball, and rocking in on herself, trying to get some sleep before the bad man came back.
Three loud 'BOOMS' were heard then everything went dark. All of the existing lights turned off and a large figure was slightly outlined by the light shade of moon-beam coming in through the window.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
'You guys look like you need a little bit more of a "pampering" to. Do you want some now?' the bad man asked.
A small, hooded figure bounded from behind the curtain.
'Not on my watch they won't!'
