Welcome To The King's Chronicles Book 4: Goblet Of Fire!

Romione shippers this is your start! Omg omg omg I couldn't wait to get to this book for all the Romione missing moments I could put into it. This to me, is the start of a lot of Ron's feelings for Hermione, as well as those feelings that most boys get at 14 years old. I firmly believe that Ron didn't really notice how much he actually liked her until this book. He spent practically his whole summer with her, some of it without Harry around, and of course the whole mess with Viktor Krum.

I'm so excited!

As a reminder, I am but a humble servant. I own nothing of Queen Rowling's.

From here until Summer 1995, you will see some lines and phrases from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber Of Secrets. Those lines are owned by J.K. Rowling, and in no way am I trying to claim them. They are needed because this is a POV telling of the books, and I will have to use some of the things that Ron has been told and hears around him.

On with the fic!

Chapter 74 : When Did She Get Those?

Book 4: Summer, 1994

"So, have you asked yet?"

"It's only been three days, Ronald."

"Awh come on, ask already. It's not that hard of a question. Or do you want to leave me here, bored out of my mind, listening to my little sister coo over MY pet that SHE named."

"Ginny named the owl? What is it?"

"I don't wanna say."

"It can't be that bad."

"Ohhhhh yes it can."

"Try me."

*sigh* "She named him Pigwidgeon."

*laughs* "Where did she get that?"

"The bloody hell if I know."

"Language! It's a rather cute name, don't you think?"

"There isn't anything cute about it. He won't let me change it. Just to give the bugger some dignity, I just call him Pig."

"Oh Ron, you're being silly. It's a lovely name."

"Whatever. So, can you ask now?"

"You're so annoying. Hold on."

I sat on the chair that was now beside the fone and waited, twisting the cord around my finger. I had been nagging Hermione for the past week to ask her parents of she could come early to stay for the summer. They had already agreed to letting her come to the Quidditch Cup with us, but I was bored and needed at least one of my best mates there to keep my sanity.

"Are you there?" came Hermione's voice.

"Yeah, still here."

"Well, Mum and Dad said that I could come a week before the cup. We are going to visit some friends of Dad's in Spain for a couple of weeks, starting two days from now."

"So not only will I not be able to talk to you for two whole weeks, you can only come a week early? Hermione, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear your parents are trying to keep us apart." I said in mock devastation.

Bill, who was visiting for the summer, stood in front of me, giving me an odd look.

"Oh, you'll survive." said Hermione. "I know I will."

"You're such a cruel little witch."

"And I'll write to you, you know that. Harry as well."

"Yeah, I know. Well, I gotta go. My brother is standing in front of me looking at me like I did something."

"Tell Ginny I'll see her soon."

"I won't. Bye!"

"Bye."

I hung up the fellytone slowly, wondering why Bill was giving me the weirdest loom I had ever seen on his face.

"Who was that, Ronnie?" he asked.

"Hermione." I said. I can't call Harry."

"Hermione. So, is she coming?" asked Bill.

"She is two weeks from now, her parents said. She is gonna spend a week here before the cup."

"Interesting." said Bill in a sly voice.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh nothing. This letter just came for you, by the way." said Bill, holding out his hand, with a letter that looked like it was possibly from Harry.

I took it out of his hand, eying my brother oddly. "Thanks..." I said slowly. I opened up the letter and started to read.

Dear Ron,

YOU HAVE GOT TO HELP ME!

My aunt and uncle are putting my cousin Dudley on a diet because he's too fat to fit into his clothes anymore. So now, they got us eating like fucking birds around here.

Do you think your mum would mind it if I asked her to make me some food that I can keep hidden in my room? I'm already suffering from malnutrition, I'll waste away eating this nasty shit Aunt Petunia is trying to pass off as food. I've written Hermione and Hagrid as well.

Help me Ron Weasley, you're my only hope! That's a Star Wars reference. I'll have to show you that someday.

Harry

I felt terrible for my best mate. I had tried to see if he could come sooner, but for some reason Mum and Dad said no. They did however give permission for him to come with us to the cup and for him to stay for the rest of the summer afterwards.

After showing Mum the letter ("Oh my goodness, they are going to starve him!" shrieked Mum as she started baking immediately), I went to found Ginny to let her know about Hermione. Ginny was very excited to hear that she was coming. I guess she was ready to have a girl that was close to her age around.

The two weeks passed fairly quickly. The day that Hermione was to arrive, I was finishing up a letter that I was going to send to Harry once Pig had stopped flying around like a bird on that muggle drug called crack.

Harry,

DAD GOT THE TICKETS! Ireland vs Bulgaria, Monday night.

Mum's writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter, I don't know how fast Muggle post is. Thought I'd send this with Pig anyway.

We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup. Only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first.

If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway.

Hermione's arriving this afternoon. Percy's started work; The Department of International Magical Cooperation. Don't mention anything about Abroad while you're here unless you want the pants bored off you.

See you soon,

Ron

Later that day, Hermione arrived, driven by her parents to The Burrow, as they were anxious to see where their daughter would be staying.

When I saw her get out of the car, I couldn't help but stare at her. She looked the same as always, but she also looked quite different. More relaxed.

She had on a light blue tank top, and the first thing I noticed (well the first two things to be exact) was the fact that she had breasts. I mean of course girls always had breasts, and Hermione did have them last I seen her, but they seemed more noticeable now. Maybe it was because her tank was much tighter than her Hogwarts shirts usually were.

I then seen that she had shorts on. Shorts that showed off her legs. I must have been a fool, because it seemed like her legs just popped out of nowhere. Hermione was a lot shorter than me, but from what I could see, her legs were very long. Her thighs were what Fred and George would call thick.

And for some strange reason, I found myself longing to touch them.

She ran up to me and gave me a hug. I found myself taking in the familiar honey scent of her hair, despite it not being in my face. She had it in a bun on top of her head, her whole bronzed neck exposed.

"It's so good to see you!" she said excitedly. "Gotten a bit taller, I see."

I found myself trying to come up with a sentence in my head. Why the bloody hell was I feeling so stupid?

""It's good...ummm...you've gotten more...Took you long enough." I said, trying to keep a goofy ass grin from exploding onto my face.

"Looks like my parents and yours are already getting on." said Hermione as she turned to face our parents, who were babbling about this and that to each other.

It was then that I looked down and noticed Hermione's bum. I had never really looked at it before, but looking at it now, I noticed that unlike other girls in Hogwarts, hers stuck out and seemed more round, more full.

More grabable.

I felt like a dirty wanker thinking about grabbing my best friend's bum.

I quickly looked back up as Bill, Charlie, and Ginny came out to greet the Grangers. Ginny pounced onto Hermione immediately after seeing her, pulling her away from me and into the house, where my eyes followed every sway of Hermione's hips.

After a quick word with Hermione's parents, Michael and Ava, they drove off, leaving their very intriguing daughter at my house.

The first couple of days felt like Hogwarts, minus the schoolwork. We bickered about everything, big and small. She nagged me to get my summer homework started, she nagged me about teasing my sister, she nagged me about helping Mum out with the dishes, she nagged me about sending Harry too much junk food (especially on his birthday), and she nagged me about me telling her that her nagging was nagging me. For some reason, however, instead of it irking me, I actually found myself not minding it. It was actually starting to be fun.

One sweltering day, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and Hermione decided to go swimming. I went and grabbed my trunks (formerly Bill's), a shirt, and made my way down to the lake.

When I got there, I almost fell over when I made an abrupt stop. There stood Hermione, unwrapping a towel from around her waist, and standing in a bikini.

I had only seen bikinis in the twins muggle magazines last year that I had snuck and seen. And while her breasts was nowhere near exaggerated and massive as the ones I had seen in the magazine, they still looked...nice. Very nice. Along with her waist, her curves that I never ever noticed that she owned, her back, her bum, and those legs, that looked even more tempting to touch.

I felt something that was extremely unfamiliar to me that had me wondering if I was dying. Thank goodness my shirt was long. I would have embarrassed myself.

I walked up to her and tried to fake irritation.

"What is that you're wearing?" I asked.

Hermione looked down at herself, and then back at me. "I don't get what you're saying."

"I'm saying, here." I said, taking off my shirt and giving it to her as she looked at me like I was mental.

Hermione then started to look offended. "Is something wrong with me, Ron?" she asked, in a huffy voice.

"No!" I said too quickly. "I mean...sunburn! Yeah, you don't wanna get yourself sunburned. There isn't a damn thing...I mean a thing, wrong with you. I just don't want you to get sunburnt. It's brutal out here.

I mentally face palmed myself.

Hermione gave me a questioning look, then took the shirt. "You're right." she said. "I really wouldn't want to. Thanks for looking out for me."

She put the shirt on and I found myself regretting giving it to her, as now she looked even better in my clothes.

"Sure...no problem." I managed to push out.

She smiled and I stood there looking like a dumbass as I watched her run to the water, eyes locked on the rising of my shirt as her...as it bounced.

"Is it time for the talk?" I heard a voice from behind me. I spun around to face both Charlie and Bill, grinning at me.

"I think it is, Bill." said Charlie. "He looks like he is one step away from letting out all over himself."

"What are you two going on about?" I asked.

"We see you've finally noticed your best mate is a woman." said Bill.

I immediately got on the defensive. "Woman?! She's not a woman, she's just a girl! What do you mean by woman? And what do you mean I finally noticed?! I've always known she was a girl!"

This did nothing but made my oldest brothers laugh even harder.

"Oh he's got it bad." said Charlie.

"The bloody hell are you going on about? Got what bad?"

"Perhaps we don't tell him. " said Charlie.

"Okay, but we still have to give him the talk before Dad sees and does it."

"What talk?" I asked, feeling myself get upset.

"Maybe we should wait until Harry gets here." said Charlie. "He will probably need it too since his best female mate is looking like that.

For some reason, the idea of Harry looking at Hermione in her bikini rubbed me the wrong way. "Why would he look at her for? Look at her in what way?"

"We will talk about it when Harry gets here." said Bill, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Just try to hide your...approval better, okay?"

"Approval? What are you talking about?"

My brothers laughed and walked off to join the rest in the lake, leaving me standing there, feeling like an idiot.

Of course I knew Hermione was a girl. A girl, not a woman. Sure she had nice breasts, and a cute waist, and a lovely ass with nice long legs, but she was still a girl. My best mate at that.

And I did not need to be thinking about how I desperately felt like draping over my best female mate like my shirt was.

What the bloody hell was wrong with me?