A/N: Woohoo! Well, atleast that's what you Hermione/Ron lovers should be thinking. Cause in this chapter they begin their journey to go get Hermione's parents! Which can only mean one thing: tons of Hermione/Ron stuff!
Chapter 12: Be Something You Love And Understand
(Ginny's POV)
Ginny had just had a huge row with her mother. About school of course. And by the looks of it, she might actually be headed back to Hogwarts come September first. It had basically started after Harry and Ron had gotten their Ministy robes and her mum insisted on getting her books for school. Ginny had kept herself from making a scene, so as soon as the group set foot into the Burrow's kitchen, she had tried convincing her mother, but to no avail. Harry had tried his best to cheer her up, but what Ginny wanted right now more than anything was to go up to her room and take a really long nap. She opened the door to her room, ready to fall on her bed and sleep until dinner. Oh crap, she thought as she saw someone waiting for her. She immediately turned around, ready to go straight back downstairs.
"Ginny wait!" said George.
"Why?" she said harshly. She turned to face him. "Give me one good reason!"
"I'm sorry!" he cried. "I'm so sorry!"
There was a few moments silence.
"Why'd you say all those things to us?" questioned Ginny.
George took a deep breath.
"I was mad. I've been mad a lot lately. When Fred died," he choked on the last word, "I was devastated-"
"We all were," Ginny interjected.
"-but I just felt like part of me was missing, ya know? We finished each others sentences; we were a team. I'd come up with brilliant ideas for the shop, and he'd help make them reality. So when he was gone, I just got really sad, then really angry. Even the smallest things set me off, so I succumbed to staying in my room, as to not get anyone upset if I snapped. You all coming and talking to me just made me snap. I wish it didn't, and I regret saying those things. They're not true. The thing is... I envy you guys. You can take that hurt and pain and turn into things like love, finding jobs, and helping the rest of the family. I want to help, I really do..."
Before he could continue Ginny engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug.
"You can help," she said into his shoulder. "And you can start by telling the rest of the family what you just told me," she finished as she let go of him. "We can help you, and vice-a-versa."
George nodded.
"And the whole family is getting together for Harry's 18th birthday in July, so you could try it out then, or before then if you want. I think the whole family is getting together soon, so I reccomend the latter."
"I'll make sure to find a time," he said, nodding.
"Okay, well if you don't mind, I was going to take a nap. It always helps after rows with mum."
"I know what ya mean," said George as he got up. He opened the door and turned before he shut it. "Love you Ginny."
"Love you too George."
The door shut and Ginny hopped onto her bed. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.
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(Harry's POV)
"Well, we're off. We'll owl you when we can," said Hermione as she gave Harry a hug.
"Good luck," he said as she released him. He clapped Ron on the back. "Try not to screw anything up mate," he said so only Ron could hear him. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Thanks Harry."
"Anytime."
"Oh be careful will you?" cried Mrs.Weasley as she brought Ron and Hermione into yet another hug.
"Mum! We will I promise. Now can you let us go?" asked Ron.
"Oh! Yes, of course. Be safe!" she yelled as they put their bags over their shoulders. They grasped hands and with a pop! they were gone.
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(Ron's POV)
"Why do we have to take a... a-"
"Airplane," said Hermione.
Ron and Hermione had apparated to a nearby airport, and were waiting for their flight to Sydney.
"Yeah, why?"
"I thought we went over this. Apparition can only get you so far. It can get you really far don't get me wrong, but Australia is way too far to Apparate to."
"Oh..." Ron was still uneasy about riding on an airplane. Hermione had obviously noticed.
"Don't worry Ron, it'll be fine," she said, taking his hand. He gave her a small smile.
"Flight 32 to Sydney. Now boarding," said a voice over the intercom.
"That's us," said Hermione, throwing her bag back on. Still holding Ron's hand, she led him to a small stand.
"Tickets," said a young woman lazily. Hermione handed the woman hers and Ron's tickets. The lady scanned them and handed them back to the couple. Ron and Hermione boarded the plane and found their seats.
"Want the window seat?" asked Hermione.
"No, no, you take it," said Ron.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," he said smiling.
She smiled back and took a seat next to the window.
"How long is our flight?" asked Ron as he but his bag under the seat as Hermione had done.
"Around 21 hours."
"Bloody hell!"
"It's noon right now so we'll be getting there..." she furrowed her brow. "And the time change..." she sat there thinking for a moment. "We'll get there at 7 pm, tomorrow."
"But our flight's 31 hours, not 21!" exclaimed Ron.
"We'll be in a different time zone so the time will be different. Sydney is ten hours ahead of us," explained Hermione. (A/N: Idk if that's correct. I suck at the whole flight time with different time zones thing, so don't be afraid to correct me if i'm wrong.)
"Blimey!" said Ron. "So we'll be sleeping on the plane?"
"Yeah, it's a red eye flight."
"A what?"
"It's what muggles call a flight that flies throughout the night. 'Cause usually you don't get that good of a nights sleep and your eyes are red."
"Weird, these muggles," said Ron, a little too loudly.
"What'd you say lad?" asked a man across the aisle from them.
"Er-"
"He said troubles," interrupted Hermione.
The man furrowed his brow, but eventually accepted Hermione's answer.
"Careful what you say loudly Ron," warned Hermione in a whisper.
"Right," he said grinning sheepishly.
"Good day passengers," said a cheerful voice from the intercom. "We'll be taking off momentarily, so if you'll all turn off any electronics and buckle you seatbelts, we'll be on our way to Sydney!"
Both Ron and Hermione buckled their seatbelts. Hermione reached down in her backpack and rummaged around for a bit. Finally, she pulled out a large book. It had a paper bag cover on it, hiding the title of the book. She opened it to a marked page and began to read. Ron smiled. Same old Hermione; some things never change. Suddenly the plane lurched and Ron clung to the sides of his seat. Hermione looked as though nothing had happened. The plane backed up and then moved forward. All of a sudden it accelerated until they were the runway was just a black blur outside the window. At this point Hermione noticed Ron's alarm and looked up. She smirked and grabbed his hand.
"It's okay. They have to go this fast to get in the air. In a second we should lift up a bit."
Sure enough, Ron felt the front of the plane lift up. Then the other side of the plane lifted. Within moments they were high above the airport. Another moment; London was getting smaller. Another moment; Even smaller. The plane continued to rise higher and higher. Then they broke the clouds and all you could see was white and blue. Ron was amazed; his mouth in a perfect 'O'. Hremione smiled and cotinued reading, but not letting go of Ron's hand, he noticed. Ron smiled and continued to gape at the view outside the window.
The flight from then on was reasonably good. Hermione had miraculously found a direct flight to Sydney: No plane switches. (A/N: I know that's probably impossible, but it's my story. I'm keeping it this way.) Ron could tell Hermione was a little anxious, but every time he asked she always said-
"I'm fine Ron," said Hermione for the about the dozenth time. She had answered patiently every other time, but Ron could hear the impatience in her voice this time.
"Sorry," mumbled Ron. He looked across Hermione and out the window. The sun was setting and Ron didn't think he'd ever seen anything like it. The sky was pink with hints of orange and lavender, and the sun's rays were catching parts of the clouds and shining brightly, making the entire sky blinding. The sun itself was starting to burn red. There were no gaps in the clouds, so the only thing you could see was the breathtaking sunset. He oddly got Ron thinking. Mostly about the war; if something so beautiful still existed after all the pain that people were going through, maybe there was some hope. Even if it wasn't some key to immediate happiness, it was like a candle in the velvety darkness, a flower in the middle of a pile of ashes, a Patronus charm in a swarm of dementors... seeing your love alive after facing enough dangers for an entire lifetime.
"Beautiful isn't it?" asked Hermione, breaking his reverie. Ron laughed at himself for his last few thoughts. He could just hear George or Ginny's response if he mentioned his thinking: 'You were thinking?!'. He looked at Hermione and smiled.
"Yeah, it is," he answered, still not taking his eyes off of her. She looked at him and noticing he wasn't looking out the window, turned pink. Ron smirked and leaned towards her. They were inches apart when someone cleared their throat loudly behind Ron. He turned to see a young woman standing by a cart filled with drinks.
"Anything dears?" she asked in a high voice.
"I'll have a sprite please," answered Hermione. "And a coke for him," she added, gesturing to Ron. He looked at Hermione questioningly as the stewartess filled their drinks. What in bloody hell was a coke? As soon as the stewartess had put their drinks on the pull out tray from the seat and moved on, Ron asked bluntly, keeping his voice down,
"What in bloody hell is a 'Coke'?"
Hermione laughed.
"Just drink it Ronald."
Ron reluctantly picked up his Coke and eyed it. He made a face as he brought it closer to his mouth.
"Oh for goodness sake Ronald it won't kill you!" said Hermione exasperated, though she looked amused. Ron took a deep breath and took a sip. It was bubbly and popped all the way down his throat, but it didn't taste half bad.
"Hm," he considered. He took another sip. It was actually okay. "It's good," he finally admitted.
Hermione just smiled and took a sip of her Sprite. The sun had finally set and the sky had turned to a deep navy blue, with hints of shine from the stars above and a slightly lighter blue color where the clouds were. Hermione had slipped off her shoes and was using her jumper as a pillow. Ron waved down a stewartess that was passing and she gladly got a blanket and pillow for him. He slowly lifted up the arm rest between him and Hermione and slid her over so she was resting on his chest. He put the pillow behind her head and slid the blanket over her. He was turning a deeper shade of red as he did this. He wasn't do anything Ron- to his knowledge -but he was nervous and a tad bit embarassed for being nervous. Hermione saw his face and smirked. Soon her breathing evened out and she was asleep. Ron shortly followed suit. Hours later they were woken by the plane jerking and shaking out of control.
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(Ginny's POV)
Harry and Ginny were sitting in Ginny's room listening to the wireless. Ginny didn't want to face her mother at the moment and Harry had been amazing (as usual) and brought food, pumpkin juice, and the wireless so they could camp out in her room. Ginny was slowly falling asleep in Harry's arms when the announcer interrupted a Wierd Sisters song with breaking news.
"Sorry for the interruption folks, but it seems there has been a deadly plane crash that both the Muggle and Wizarding World has just been notified of. It crashed just minutes ago. No news on survivors. Stay tuned."
The music started again but Harry and Ginny weren't listening. Harry had grabbed Ginny's hand and the wireless and flown downstairs.
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Hahaha cliffhangerrrrr! Sorry it took so long to update I've been REALLY busy. And I mean REALLY busy. Well review, review, review. And btw: I started by Lily/James fic! Go to my profile and check it out. Well, REVIEW! (: