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.:Chapter 5:.
A day alone part 2
Hermione, Ginny, and I ran outside, Mrs. Weasley ahead of us. The bang had come from the field Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were playing Quidditch. By the time the three of us had gotten there, Mrs. Weasley was yelling at Bill and Charlie.
"You're supposed to behave! You're supposed to be setting a good example for your brothers! Now I know how Fred and George had gotten the way they are!" She said, hitting her two eldest sons with the towel she had in her hands.
"Mum, what did they do?" Ginny asked, she had finally stopped shaking from laughter.
"They made two boulders fly at each other!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, the turned back to her eldest sons, "You could have killed your brothers!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, hitting her sons with the towel she was holding.
The boys were staring at each other, then Bill and the twins started laughing. Mrs. Weasley turned around and started yelling, again. Hermione, Ginny, and I left. We couldn't hold in our laughter anymore. We didn't need Mrs. Weasley to be mad at us too. Once we were under the cover of the trees, we bolted towards the Burrow. By the time we reached the kitchen door, the three of us were rolling on the ground laughing. None of us could figure out why it was so funny, but it was.
It took quite a bit of time to catch my breathe. We saw Mrs. Weasley walking up from the tree line, the boys following behind her. She was still shouting. From behind her back, Bill winked at us, a smile playing on his lips. I opened the door, and ran upstairs, Ginny and Hermione right behind me. We ran back to Ginny's room.
"I'm surprised that nothing happened to them, they could have really hurt someone." Hermione said, sitting on Ginny's floor, her book still in her hand.
"Okay, Mom." Ginny said, falling over with laughter. I couldn't even open my mouth. I didn't have the self control to stop myself from laughing. Once Mrs. Weasley had finally cooled down, we went downstairs.
"Do you want to learn how to fly?" Fred and George asked me when we reached the kitchen.
"Now? Isn't you're mum still mad?" I said, sitting at the kitchen table.
"She's mad at Bill and Charlie. Not us." George said, smiling.
"For once," Fred finished, elbowing me lightly in the arm.
"Okay." Was all I could say. I was so excited! I followed Fred and George to the clearing they were played earlier. But when we got there, George was gone.
"Where did George go?" I asked, looking around.
"I dunno." Fred said, looking around, too. He shrugged, then handed me a broom. "So, do you know anything about flying?" He asked. Yes. I wanted to say, but… If I pretended not to know, he would have to take it step by step.
"No," I said, winking at him. He smiled and winked back.
.
"Okay," he said, walking toward me. "Take the broom and mount it." he said, standing behind me. He grabbed the broom, moving closer. I could feel my face getting hot. Thank Merlin he's behind me. Fred didn't show any sign of moving.
"Can it support the two of us?" I asked, getting nervous.
"Just don't fly too high, and we'll be fine." I felt the broom hoist us off the ground. I was doing wonderful. I kept complete control of the broom Then it hit me. This is Fred Weasley. He's on the same broom with me. I was so nervous I started to shake the whole broom.
"Fred?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing this?"
"Because you said you wanted to learn to fly."
"Not this, I mean, being so close?" I asked. I could feel a lump rise in my throat.
"I like you," He said, smiling. I could feel him take control of the broom. He then flipped the broom upside down, and he jumped off. Leaving me, inches away from crashing into the pile of rocks left from the 'fight' earlier. I pushed down on the broom, this way I would go up. But I didn't have the arm strength to stay up right. So once I was passed the rubble, I let myself fall.
"What are you doing?" I shouted Fred. But he wasn't anywhere in the clearing. "I knew it." I walked back to the Burrow, alone. Holding the two broom sticks, I walked into the kitchen. The twins nowhere in slight. Mrs. Weasley almost knocked me over. She didn't say anything out of the ordinary, but I could feel the lump coming back up in my throat. She had her wand out, muttering spells under her breath. I felt a tingling sensation on my arms. I must have been pretty cut up. But I took little notice. Ginny and Hermione came into the kitchen form the sitting room. They, too, started talking, but I took little notice. The shock that Fred Weasley was only messing with me was still sinking in.