Welcome To The King's Chronicles Book Five: Order Of The Phoenix!

Things are about to heat up, and I hope that you "waiting on the epic DH kiss" won't be too like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Lol

I mean come on, you guys have to know that some serious conversations as well as maybe a scared night sleepover or two had to happen at Grimmauld Place before fifth year and before Harry came lol. Two 15 year olds of the opposite sex that like each other? Come on now. Some little innocent close encounters had to have happened.

But yeah, it'll be plenty of Romione development in this one. And even though this is the book that made me start to dislike Harry, I won't put my own biased opinions through Ron's thoughts. I'll keep it canon.

Although, Harry will be some Ron colored names every now and then.

Anyways, on with the fic, which won't have Harry in it for like two or three chapters.

Chapter 114: Brotherly Advice Again

For five days after I got home, I was not allowed to use the phone. It was mainly due to Fred and George, but Mum would say, it was because of my colorful language.

"If you're going to cuss like that, you don't need to talk at all to civilized people! Three days!" yelled Mum when we got to the Burrow after leaving King's Cross.

Two more were added on because Ginny was being a phone hog on the day I could talk on the phone, and wouldn't give it up. Again, my mouth went off, Mum overheard, and added two more days onto my sentence.

So when I finally got onto the phone, I ended up with an ear full from Hermione as well.

"I thought you were going to call the next day."

I couldn't help but feel like some prat, as I was feeling butterflies in my stomach come alive with hearing her voice.

"I was, I was, I just...got into trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Well, after that hug you gave me, the twins took the mickey out the whole ride. So, I called them fucksack wankers and told them that I would hex their bollocks onto their eyes, Mum heard me, and then she said I couldn't talk on the phone for three days."

"Oh Ronald..."

"And then, when my three days were up and I was going to call you, Ginny was on the fucking phone almost the whole time talking to her stupid friends and being greedy and I called her a vapid lost spawn of Lucius Malfoy and told her that if she didn't give me a turn, I would shave her hair off in her sleep. Mum overheard and gave me two more."

"Ronald Weasley, you are positively incorrigible."

"I do what I can."

"I should tell you not to call me for a week, with that foul mouth of yours."

"NO!...I mean, come on, I know you've been wanting to hear from me. Don't punish yourself by punishing me."

"Oh yes, because my entire world revolves around you."

"Glad you've admitted it to yourself. So, have you asked yet?"

"I did. Mum and Dad said okay, that I can come a week from now."

"A week? Oh come on! What am I supposed to do for a week? Stay and knit?"

"Never too late to learn. I've been wanting learn how to properly myself actually."

"Well, what about that cinema thing you talked about?"

"Well, had you called the day you were supposed to, we could have gone that night. But, since you decided to have a potty mouth, you will have to wait til Friday."

I looked at the calendar that was beside the phone. Friday was in two days. I could wait.

"Fine. I guess I'll wait. I'll need to ask Mum if I can get some money though."

"No Ron, this is on me."

I started feeling somewhat tense. "I couldn't ask you to do that. That wouldn't be proper, would it?"

"It's your first time really doing something in the muggle world, I want to. But, if you want to bring some money to possibly shop with, do that. Maybe we could go to the shopping mall, if you want."

"Sure! I've heard of a mall, it sounds brilliant. Unlike some boys, I have no problem with getting new clothes."

*laughs* "That's a swell change. Most boys hate shopping."

"I'm not most boys."

"No, you're worse."

"You really know how to cut a man deep. Oh yeah, speaking of cut, Mum gave me a haircut."

"Oh no. Does it look absolutely dreadful?"

"Not really. At least she didn't cut it like my first two years of school. But I miss it being long like Bill's, I could band it and everything."

"I was thinking of cutting my hair."

"Hermione Granger, you cut your hair, and I will never talk to you another day of your life!"

"But Ron, it's highly unmanageable."

"No its not, its fine the way it is."

"It's a bushy mess."

"Well I think it's brilliant."

"Really? ...thanks Ron."

"You're welcome...ummmm *clears throat* so, Friday you say? Let me go ask Mum real fast."

I put the phone down and run into the kitchen, where Mum was finishing up baking and scolding Bill on his hair.

"Mum, Hermione invited me to a muggle mall and cinema, can I get a couple coins and go?" I asked, my eyes bright like they used to be when I would ask for major things as a kid.

Mum looked weary. "You can go, but I'm afraid I won't be able to lend you much-"

Bill held up his hand. He reached into his change pouch and pulled out 14 galleons, handing them to me.

"That's about 102 pounds in muggle money." said Bill. "Consider this for the past four birthdays I've missed."

Mum smiled brightly at Bill, killing him on the forehead. "You can go, love." She told me.

"Thanks Bill!" I cheered, running back into the sitting room to find Ginny on the phone.

"-and I know this, Hermione, but maybe if I just-"

"GINEVRA! GET OFF THE PHONE!" I yelled.

Ginny looked at me as if she didn't care that I had just shouted at her.

"So anyways, Hermione, as I was saying-"

"Ginny, do you want me to tell Hermione the story about how when you were five-"

Ginny stood straight up, thrust the receiver into my hand, and then ran up the steps.

"Hello?"

"Oh Ron, why did you do that? I was talking to Ginny about Harry."

"You can't do that later?"

"No!"

"Okay, fine. I'll make this quick then and go get her so you two can talk about your bon bons. I know you mentioned Krum in your small talk."

"For your information, no I didn't!" said Hermione, her voice trembling like how it does when she is trying to hide something.

"Fine then." I said, not believing her. "Mum said I could go, and Bill gave me some money to shop with, I just have to convert it before we do anything. I'll have Dad connect the Floo network to your fireplace and be there by four. Is that alright?"

"That's fine.",grumbled Hermione. "Put Ginny back on the phone."

She was mad. But I was mad too.

"Fine see you Friday. I'll get Ginny." I grumbled back.

I put the receiver down, went and got Ginny, and went up to my room. I had an attitude.

Fucking Krum. Why did she have to be into him for? It was gross, he was a grown fucking man that was only good for quidditch and being an asshole.

I sat on my bed, throwing Bill's old quaffle in the air and catching it. Since not being able to use the phone, Bill, the twins (when they weren't blowing up shit in their room)and I had been playing quidditch. Especially me, as I was starting to think about trying out for Keeper this year.

A knock came on my door, with Bill walking in.

"I thought you were on the phone with Hermione." he said.

"I was, until Ginny took over and they started talking about her precious Vicky and Harry." I sneered.

Bill laughed. "You're still on Viktor Krum?"

"You weren't there, Bill! She was always fawning over that prat and blushing when he would talk to her, and of course they just had to kiss!"

"Was she really fawning over him?"

I thought about it. "Well...not all the time. But she did! And then she lied and kept secrets from me about Krum inviting her to visit him. That's gross! He's ancient!"

"He's 19, Ronnie..."

"And what does he want with a 15 year old girl? She's too young to be visiting some old ass international Quidditch player!" I said, throwing the quaffle onto the floor.

Bill sighed. "Its worse than I suspected."

"What are you talking about?"

Bill sat down on my bed beside me. "Look, you know Hermione the most, right?"

"Yeah?"

"And whose house is she coming to for the summer, this not going to Bulgaria?"

I sighed not wanting Bill to be right so I would be foolish to be angry. "Mine..." I groaned.

"And who is she going out on a date with on Friday?"

I blinked twice. "Date? She didn't call this a date. This isn't a date, is it?" I said, standing up and emptying my dresser as I started to panic. "Oh shit, what the bloody hell do I wear? I don't have anything that doesn't have bloody holes in it, Bill!"

Bill laughed and grabbed me by my shoulders. "Okay, Ron calm down, breathe. Now, I'll lend you some muggle slacks and a nice shirt. You're tall enough now that my pants won't be so long for you anymore. And maybe this isn't a date, but you should see where it leads to, as you do indeed fancy her still, right?"

The blushing of my face and ears told Bill all he needed to know.

"My baby brother is hopeless. Look, you'll be fine. And for Merlin's sake, do not bring up Krum. You'll ruin everything after of fact, your exact words when you see her should be 'sorry about bringing up Krum, let's not discuss him tonight'. And give her a flower. One of Mum's, she seemed to like her sunflowers last year."

I nodded my head, making a mental note.

"Don't let Viktor Krum get in between what could potentially happen here, Ron. He is not a factor. He doesn't know Hermione like you do. What's Hermione's favorite color?"

"Blue." I said with no hesitation.

"Her favorite sweets?"

"Sugar quills."

"Her favorite thing to do besides read?"

I laughed. "Shit, that's her favorite thing regardless. But probably read non school books, and relaxing with Harry and I."

"Okay, her favorite books that aren't textbooks?"

"Those trashy romance novels that the witches are into. She doesn't think I notice her reading them, but I do." I said, thinking back to a day when she was reading one behind her Ancient Ruins textbook.

"Exactly. You know all that about her and more, and he doesn't even know how to pronounce her name properly from what you told me, abs he probably only knows that she loves to read. He will never get the time to really get to know her like you do, so why even focus on him?"

"I'm just...he's...he's more important than me Bill." I admitted. "If Hermione wanted something, he could easily get it for her. If she wanted to go somewhere, he could take her, no problem. I don't have anything to offer."

"You have your friendship, your protection, and yourself. That's all you need. Hermione doesn't seem the superficial type, so don't sell yourself short. Believe me, Hermione isn't focused on Krum like you think."

"How do you know?" I asked.

Bill winked. "Just trust me."