06/08/11
Two camp beds sat empty at the Burrow, brought out only on special occasions such as this, times when the old wooden walls stretched with the addition of guests. One of those beds, the one across his room, would be occupied by his best friend in two days, and he felt a wave of relief knowing his summer of endless chores and constant nagging by his mother was about to become much more bearable... And not to mention the slightly heroic pride that came from saving said best friend from his more than unpleasant relatives. So he smiled for a moment... but it was fleeting, replaced by a wave of confused panic. Somehow, he tended to forget the impending arrival of Harry Potter, when it came right down to it. Somehow, he shuddered in the dark for a very different reason, all because of a letter he'd somehow sent, inviting her. Tomorrow. She'd be walking through his house tomorrow. He would never admit it, but he'd folded all of his clothes. He'd wiped the dust from the desktop and even braved the task of removing spider webs from the corners of his room with an old broom. And maybe this part of his preparations was the most telling... the reason why he lay in bed tonight, heart thumping audibly and fists clenched involuntarily into his bed sheets. He'd risked facing those spiders for her. But he wasn't any closer tonight to understanding what it meant... Though, as he shut his eyes, he certainly knew it meant something...