Chapter 9: The Order of things.
AN: Hello! Me again. Here's the next chapter. Once again typed on my PDA when I was supposed to be working. Hope you enjoy!
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Ronald Bilius Weasly was not a happy man.
He sat miserably on his garishly orange bed in his immutably orange room and took stock of the days happenings.
In truth the youngest Weasly male was not as dim witted as everyone thought.
What he was, was totally obsessed with one thing and one thing only and that was Ron Weasly.
He hated being poor. He hated being a nobody. He hated being the youngest son in a huge family that dotted constantly on the only girl ever born into their branch of the Weasly clan. Most of all though, he hated Harry Bloody-Boy-Who-Didn't-Bloody-Die-Like-He-Should-Have Potter.
The Prat had EVERYTHING!
Girls drooled all over him. He was rich beyond measure. He owned a huge enchanted mansion. He even had a bloody house elf!
Now he even had to go and save Hermione!
As if he didn't get enough attention already, now She would be fawning all over him too!
Growling in frustration Ron slammed both fists into his comforter in impotent rage.
It just wasn't fair!
Why should the little git have everything? He (Ron) deserved to have all those things!
He was tall, he was devilishly handsome and hung like a horse (Lavender had told him).
He was an amazing Quiditch player (Neville had told him). He was a very powerful wizard (his mother had told him). He was funny and witty
(Seamus had told him). He was ever so brave (he'd beaten a troll once hadn't he?).
In a word, he thought, I'm the perfect Gryffindor Hero!
Then WHY did everyone keep looking at him like that Prats' sidekick when HE was clearly the one they should have been paying attention to?!
Whipping out his wand he waved it aggressively at a signed picture of the Chudley Cannons that Harry had sent him as an early Christmas gift.
'Bombarda' his shouted, stumbling slightly in the incantation.
The spell fizzled and spat feebly as it flew haphazardly at the picture, exploding with the force of a wet fire cracker against the frame, scorching it slightly and cracking the glass.
Grinning at his handiwork, Ron got up and wandered downstairs to kitchen.
'Stay in your rooooom, Ronald!'
He mimicked his mothers voice in a high falsetto version of his own as he began rummaging in the cupboards.
'Bah! I'm bloody seventeen now. Nobody tells me what to do!'
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Meanwhile, at the Granger Residence, Ginny was absolutely fuming.
First Harry had broken up with her for some stupid bloody reason, then he'd refused to return any of her carefully written love-letters and now it seemed that, that he had eyes only for that swotty little tramp!
What was the matter with him?
How could he resist her!
After all, she was the perfect Gryffindor hotty wasn't she?
(She wasn't sure what a hotty was but she'd heard Seamus use the term so she could hazard a guess)
Regarding herself in the bathroom mirror (which was were she'd gone off to sulk), she couldn't find a single fault in her appearance.
She still had fiery red hair (no one would ever know or guess about the dye).
Her eyes were still a perfect sapphire blue (a little glamour charm each morning truly worked wonders).
Her figure was slim and she briefly lifted her shirt to admire her own flat stomach.
Her clothes revealed much more than met Molly's stern eye (She really loved the book on glamour charms!)
Smirking she took stock of her inner attributes as she had her outer ones.
She was gorgeous (duh).
She was fun to be with (Collin Creevey had told her).
She was fantastic in bed, she could do things and bend in ways that would horrify any other girl in school ( Neville, Collin, Seamus, Dean, Terry boot, Cormac Mclaggen, Lee Jordan, and Blaise Zabini would all tell you so... At least they would if she ever took the memory charms off)
Then WHY was HER Harry not paying her the least bit of attention?!
Humphing loudly she stalked from the bathroom to find HER Harry.
Finding the house deserted she panicked slightly until she found the note on the kitchen counter.
Taking the heavy parchment in her trembling hand, Ginny read.
-Madeye,
have come to collect Harry and the Grangers. Molly and Arthur are with us for now.
Please check that nothing of importance has been forgotten as the house will be magically sealed tomorrow at noon. Also please check in on Ronald at the Burrow.
Minerva.
Panic evaporated into burning rage, as Ginny read the final part of the note.
What about Her!?
They'd completely forgotten that she was even there!
How could they!
It was all that tramps fault!
It was because of Hermione that nobody had been paying her any attention!
Unlike her brother, Ginny did try to do any property damage, instead she quietly bottled up her rage for later use.
No One humiliated Ginerva Weasly.
No One!
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Arriving at Hogwarts via a portkey to the grounds, after a hasty meal ( at least by Mrs. Weasly's standards), Harry and Hermione found themselves walking along the corridors of the ancient castle pointing out random things to Mr. and Mrs. Granger who were totally enraptured by every little detail.
At one point, whilst on a moving staircase, Harry suddenly looked thoughtful.
'Hermione,'
'Yes, Harry?' she answered smiling.
Well, he thought, had just saved her and parents from an unspeakable fate at Death-eater hands, of course she was going to smile, no need to get your hopes up too high just yet.
'Do you feel like we forgot something?'
If anything her smile grew even wider as she answered,
'Not anything we can't do without I'm sure.'
Harry couldn't help but smirk.
He knew very well that Hermione Granger NEVER forgot ANYTHING at least not by accident.
At last, after a long walk, which was as much a tour for the elder Grangers as anything else, they came to stand before the great stone gargoyle that guarded Dumbledo- the heads office.
Harry could have slapped himself for thinking of that name.
His good mood suddenly gone, he stepped up to the gargoyle and started to speak, by the gargoyles gravely bellow,
'We'd like to see...'
-WELCOME HOME MASTER-
With that the stone beast sprang aside more nimbly than Harry had ever seen it do before, leaving the astonished group to ascend the great spiraling staircase.
Arriving at the door to find it slightly ajar, Harry walked through...
... And nearly fainted.
Only one strangled word escaped his throat.
'SIRIUS!?'
AN: Well? Wot do you think?