After walking back to my room, with the letter in my hand, I paced the room re-reading the letter over and over again. She.. She called me 'love'?! Does she even know what that sort of thing does to me? Hope she doesn't though.
I brushed my hair, first I figured I'd put it in a ponytail, but who finds a ponytail sexy? Or even remotely attractive? And though that pesky voice in my mind said 'It doesn't mean anything. Her hair isn't what makes you like her. It kinda looks like she had a dragon live in there right? It's all about personality! - And a bit with the boobs, but that's beside the point…'
I decided that the voice was right. Though I better not tell anyone that I hear voices, might get me in some trouble…
I thought I might as well just let the hair hang, 'Mione once told me she liked that, so I'll do it!
I put on some music, listening to the Dragon Fangs, and taking a well-deserved break, plopped down on my bed and began to sing along. Maybe I can't sing, but since I like to sing, that's what I'll do!
But… There… IS this little pesky song I just ADORE, and once the chorus was on, I felt my legs stand, and I started to dance around the room, making not-so-subtle-and-not-so-elegant moves, (one dance move left me on the floor, probably bruised) But still, I kept going on, singing along to a familiar song, and the moves starting to subside into a wild air guitar rock-along! Everything was going great till…
"Whoa Gin, Slow down, you might just hurt yourself. By the way, I got off the hook, mum thought it would be a shame, now that now Hermione and Harry'd come, if I was grounded, so I just have to do tons of chores." Ron said from the doorway. Hermione was standing right beside him, looking like she didn't know weather to laugh or pity me. And a bit like she was curious to what he was supposed to be grounded for.
I gave her the 'I'll tell you later-look' She just shrugged and nodded.
Ron showed Hermione into my room, put her bags on my bed, leaving he shouted, "Don't quit your day job sweetie."
Ron. Go. Die.
Hermione finally sniggered when she saw the eyes I made at Ron's back. If looks could kill… I would have finished him off long ago?
"How long did you stand watching me?" I asked, 'mildly' concerned.
Hermione smiled knowingly at me and shrugged "Long enough?"
I grinned at her, blushing a little.
"So, good summer?" I asked her, trying to get a little bit away from the subject of my lovely sing-dance-along.
"Yeah, it was okay, I missed you though…" She said quietly. "I really missed you too 'Mione." I said plopping myself down on the bed. She sat down next to me and she accidentally put her hand on mine, but she either didn't notice or just didn't care, because she didn't move her hand away. I was just happy, and we just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes.
"You want to see what Lavender wrote me?" She asked. "Sure"
She got up, and walked over to her baggage, opened one of her to bags, and pulled out a bright pink envelope that was clearly scented; I could smell it from across the room. Lavender have this hard time deciding if things if over the top or not… Surprise, girlie. It is!
She walked back to me, and read out loud:
'Dear Hermione.
I know we haven't really talked a lot so far-
"In fact in the 6 year I've roomed with her, all she had to say to me was 'get out of the bathroom' 'Is it YOU that leaves smelly socks all over the place?!' and last but not least 'Hermioneeeee? Did you do that homework for McGonnagal? Could I have a look at it? Pleeease' " Hermione imitated her annoying squeaky voice, then continued:
- But I was wondering if you could put a good word in for me with Ron? We've been flirting a little, but he hasn't written over the summer -
I grinned "He probably didn't know they were 'flirting!" Hermione sniggered.
- And I know you're at the Weasleys every summer, so I thought you'd be the one to ask. I hope you're doing well, and that you'll do me that favour.
Sincerely yours
Lavender.
She threw the letter towards her bags, and smiled "Funny how she only wants to talk to me, when I might be able to get her a date…. That girl is so boy crazy…."
"Yeah, but really, it isn't that great a loss, I've talked to Lavender a few times and though words keeps coming out of her mouth it's either me-me-me or she just talks about nothing at all… she can talk for hours without really saying a word… She's just… annoying!"
"I know, I'm the one who's rooming with her…." She said glancing out the window. "So, are you going to do it? To speak with Ron for her?" "Yeah why not, I can't see any reason not to, I don't think they're compatible but, I can see that it would do any harm."
"Anyway, who's compatible with Ron?" I laughed. She just kept glancing out the window. "I dunno…"
"You… You don't like him do you?" I asked hesitating, not sure I really wanted to know the answer.
"Nah, we've been friends for to long, it'd be weird…" Still she just stared out of the window without looking at me.
"Is something wrong 'Mione?"
"No, I just… I don't know, it's just, after this year I'm scared that we'll all drift apart… That I won't see you or Ron or Harry again…" she almost whispered.
"Oh, Mione, that wont happen! It really wont!" I almost yelled, half scared she was even thinking it!
"Well, I mean, Ron and I both have a lot of temper and if we get upset at each other…. I'm afraid Harry and I'll drift apart and… That I'll loose you and I couldn't live with myself if I screwed everything up between us… I just want you to know- " she stopped in midsentence, as Ron almost knocked the door down, popped his weird little face in and asked "Wanna play soccer?" Hermione looked amused and sort of curious but grinned "soccer? A muggle sport?" "Well, no this is a little different, you control a pair of shoes, and kick a ball around… Takes a lot of concentration" Ron said proudly, as if he had made up the game. Hermione nodded at me said "we can continue this conversation later right?" I sighed "Sure" but smiled at her.
We walked together down to the back of the burrow, and found 4 pairs of shoes.
"Has Harry arrived yet?" I asked Ron, but he just shook his head, "No, I'm not sure why, but he's just a little late I guess."
"Well, we should really wait for Harry!" Hermione said, and we all agreed. About 10 minutes later Harry came, he was all out of breath but his face lit up as soon as he saw us. He gave us all a hug, me longer than the others, and Ron shortest, not because there was a problem between them; I guess they just didn't think it was cool to hug a guy for too long. Boys are silly… But fun though.
"We're playing wizarding soccer," Ron explained as Harry starred confused at the shoes, and Harry just smiled. "Let's get going then. Ron told us the rules. "No distracting opponents, we all have to score at the goal down there," he pointed towards our homemade goal of an old doorframe mum had shrunken for us. "No stepping on the shoes, with either our own shoes, or our 'player shoes'. Else than that just go for it."
"Let's choose some boots!" Harry laughed.
The shoes there was to choose between was a pair of Fred's winter boots, big and solid, but not very easy to move around with, a pair of mums old high heels, Percy's finest sneakers, and of course our dads clogs.
Hermione choose the sneakers, Harry wanted the high heels just for the hell of it, Ron picked the clogs, and I was happy to take the winter boots.
Hermione and Ron teamed up witch left me in a good position, as I knew Harry was good with a wand.
Ron threw the ball up in the air, but I caught it first, dribbling around a little, passed to Harry, who quickly passed to me, as Ron was coming towards him in dads clogs, Hermione was coming against me, but I manoeuvred around her, and kicked the ball right in. Harry and I cheered made a high five, while Hermione just smiled at me, and Ron just sort of looked like he was constipated.
The game was going good for Harry and I, but then mums heel broke, and Harry had some difficulties with getting around the grass, so Ron made a few decent shots and suddenly, Hermione and Ron was winning. Harry was a little annoyed that the heel broke, but he said he really had a few things to talk with dad about, so he left. When the score was 13-9 to them, (A score largely caused by the fact Hermione was close by and had a really nice bum…) Ron laughed and made his little annoying-I-want-to-kill-him-victory dance… Which was freaking me out, because he kept making these pelvic thrusts all over the place… Which is NOT a thing I want to see at all!
After the dance was almost over he said "Since I've kicked your buts, I'll give you Hermione, and then it's me against you!" He smiled like a maniac, and laughed hysterically.
At this point I'm worried he'll notice coffee…!
Hermione smiled and came over to stand next to me, put her hand on my shoulder and almost breathed "Just me and you now…" I smiled knowingly, which left her a little confused, though she smiled back at me, with a quizzical look on her face.
"Nah Ron, Let's just say you win, okay?" I said, and he began his disgusting dance again.
I began to walk towards the house, and Hermione followed, and took my hand. I blushed, but she didn't notice. We started talking about that band she'd written to me about. Some apparently amazing band called 'The Offspring'. It was in a couple of days, we just had to get my parents to okay it, but I know they'll give in, after all, I'm their little girl, but Hermione is so responsible, so it shouldn't be too hard.
After dinner (which Ron had served in my room) Hermione started unpacking, and as she came to a blue two-piece bathing suit looked at me quizzically and asked, "Want to go for a swim?" I nodded of cause. Hermione in next to nothing and just us. Alone. Just her and me. Alone. But I couldn't help but think…
Oh. Dear. Merlin!
We told mum we were going to go down to the lake. We walked in about 5 minutes, while chatting a bit about nothing and everything. And as we reached the lake I discovered Hermione had already changed into her bathing suit, so she just began to take her clothes off, and I just tossed my shirt and went to swim in my shorts and a sports bra.
I just sprang into the water, and dipped myself immediately. While Hermione tried putting her foot into the water a couple of times. As the first couple of minutes were gone, and she still was mainly dry, I decided she'd might need help. So I swam over to her, took her hands, and pulled her towards me.
It worked, but not quite as I planned to though. It ended with us standing very close, neither willing to move. Or couldn't anyway?
She started to lean in on me, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and I started to do the same. We we're a breath away from each other and that's when - "Oi! Girls! Look out here I come!" We broke apart quickly.
Ron ran towards us and cannonballed into the water, and Harry just walked towards us, smiling.
