Chapter 10 : Chapter 10
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world. JKR does. I only own this little bit of plot. I am earning nothing but satisfaction from this story. Ron makes me smile. : D
A/N: Okay, here it is. Finally. I hope it’s worth the wait. Oh, and JohnCardy87, Hermione is NOT a bitch. You’re about to see why.
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From chapter 9: After a few minutes, the door opened a little wider. Before Ginny caught a glimpse of them, she heard it. “Mummy, mummy!”
Two little red-headed girls of about two came rushing into Hermione’s awaiting arms.
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Ginny, who had by now recovered, stood in her way. “Oh, Hermione,” she sighed, tears forming in her eyes. “How could you?”
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Harry Potter had been caught between Ron and Hermione numerous times. However, when Hermione came to him in tears, he knew this time would be bad.
She seemed unable to stop sobbing. “She knows, Harry. Ginny saw them.”
“Them? Molly and Jane, you mean?”
Harry couldn’t resist the urge to tell her off. “I told you, Hermione. I told you to tell him. He’s going to find out the hard way now. Ginny will tell him if you don’t.”
“Or if Fred doesn’t.”
“Fred? Why Fred? How does he know?”
“I’m the one who found him.”
Harry flinched. That will be a low blow for Ron. “That’s not good. Fred is furious with Ron. Remember how they told Ron they had something he wanted? It was Fred. And we didn’t believe them. We didn’t look for him.
“Besides, they were looking for Ron. That’s why they hit the Burrow. I suggest you tell Ron before someone else does.”
“Too late,” a familiar voice tinged with sorrow stated behind them. Harry turned to face Fred. “You told him?”
“I didn’t mean too. We’ve just been going at each over ever since we were reintroduced. He says I’m trying to take over the family. I think he’s trying to.”
Harry shook his head. “No. He is your family. He’s been holding the Weasleys together ever since that day.”
Fred paused. “Well, no one told me that. So I just threw in his face the fact that his bird found me but didn’t want to see him. Sorry, Hermione.”
“I AM not his bird! Not anymore, anyway.” Her tears had quickly melted away to anger.
Fred laughed. “Sorry about that. I forgot I was talking about THE Hermione Granger for a moment.”
Hermione smiled. “Don’t forget again. You’d better be thankful I like you so much Fred, or I’d kill you.”
Fred grinned. “I know.” Suddenly, Fred hit the ground in a flash of light.
Harry laughed, for Fred had been hit with a particularly well-thrown bat bogey curse. “Taking a page from Ginny’s book, are we?”
Hermione shrugged. “I always wanted to use it on someone…” Then she burst into tears.
“What is it?” Harry asked, panic evident in his voice. “Are you okay?”
“No. Ron doesn’t even know about the girls yet. He’s going to kill me.” Silent tears ran down her cheeks.
“No,” Harry soothed, hugging her gently. “He won’t kill you. He loves you too much.”
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When Harry and Hermione entered the Weasley flat in Hogsmeade, Harry immediately felt the tension crackling in the air. This is going to be bad, he thought. You can cut the tension with a knife.
Ron, Fred, and Ginny were sitting at the table, all looking thoroughly miserable.
“Where’s George?” Harry asked, trying to mask Hermione’s sob at seeing Ron again.
“He’s coming,” Ginny sighed. “With Dad. Since this is going to be bad, we thought we might as well reunite the twins.”
Hermione pointedly avoided Ginny and Ron, but sat down between Fred and Harry. Ginny shot Harry a questioning look. He shook his head softly. No, Ginny, Harry thought. He doesn’t know yet. God help her when he finds out.
The group sat in silence, awaiting the arrival of Mr. Weasley and George. Fred watched the fireplace expectantly. His patience was clearly beginning to wear thin when a pop echoed through the room and two redheaded men jumped out of the grate.
“Okay, Dad. What is the surprise you wanted me to see?” George asked, coughing up soot.
Mr. Weasley just grinned and turned George towards the table. Fred began to rise from the table.
Harry grinned when he saw the look on George’s face. It was priceless; after all, George had suffered through three years of being a twin without a twin. He had described himself as soulless at more than one point.
The two then ran and tackled each other in big bear hugs. Harry was startled to see then both crying. “Oh Fred, I thought you were dead.”
“I know. I thought I’d never see you again.”
When they split up, George spotted Hermione. “Hermione? Wow, you too?”
Hermione opened up her mouth to answer, but Ron was quicker. “Yeah. Turns out she found Fred. She’s been hiding from us all for three damn years. Didn’t even write a how are you or a kiss my foot every once in a while.”
“That’s not fair, Ron,” Hermione whispered. “You don’t understand.”
“Then make me understand. Let’s talk.” He walked to the back, obviously meaning for Hermione to follow him.
Hermione sent Harry a plaintive look. “Go. You have to tell him. You may as well get it over with.”
Hermione slowly followed Ron to the back, her eyes downcast and full of tears.
“How long do you think it will take for Ron to blow up, dear brother?” Fred asked. “Ten minutes?”
“Oh no, Fred, you give him too much credit. Ickle Ronnikins has a lot of pent-up anger. I give him five minutes tops,” George replied. “I’ll put six sickles on it.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Fred quickly replied.
“I say one minute,” Ginny said quickly.
“Oh no, a little longer than that,” Harry stated. “However, she does have a bomb to drop on him. I’d say 2.5 minutes.”
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry. “A bomb?”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Fred said, already counting down on his watch.
“One and a half minutes and counting,” George stated, looking over Fred’s shoulder to the watch.
“Where did you get that watch?” Mr. Weasley asked, craning to get a better view.
“Oh, Harry gave it to me for Christmas one year. Since it wasn’t magical, the Death Eaters let me keep it.”
“How did the battery last so long?” Ginny asked.
“It’s muggle, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enchanted. I added something of my own to it,” Harry grinned.
“WHAT? BLOODY HELL, HERMIONE, YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME! HOW DARE YOU KEEP OUR CHILDREN FROM ME!”
“Damn, Harry you win. Right on the dot,” Fred conceded.
“Wait!” George cried. “Did Ron just say ‘our children?’”
Harry nodded. “Yes, he did. I told you Hermione had a bomb to drop on him.”
Fred’s jaw dropped. “Ron and Hermione have kids?”
Mr. Weasley smiled broadly. “I have grandchildren? Really?”
“Yeah,” Ginny said. “Two beautiful little girls. Molly and Jane. After their grandmothers, I think.”
“YOU HAD NO RIGHT!”
“YOU WERE ALREADY BUSY TAKING CARE OF YOUR FAMILY, RON!” Everyone started as Hermione’s voice entered the fray. “Did you really want to have three more people to take care of? Besides, you’re poor; how would you afford two children at such a young age?”
“Two children? Two? Bloody hell!” Ron was still furious; Harry suspected his throat was just beginning to hurt. “And don’t you dare throw my lack of money in my face! You have no right!”
“Well, Ron, look at this flat. All of you are living here. Are you the only one who works?”
“I resent that!” George cried towards the bedroom.
Harry slapped him. “Stay out of this, or it’ll just get worse.”
“George owns the joke shop. Ginny and Dad can’t help it…”
“My point exactly. I knew you wouldn’t let me do anything, Ron.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes it is, Ron. I wanted to protect you.”
“No, Hermione. It’s my job to protect you.” Finally his voice softened. “I always have.”
“Ron, we all had to grow up. It was time for me to take care of myself. I didn’t know until after I had moved…”
“Moved? You mean ran away!”
“Okay, that’s fair. I did run away. From you. From us. It was scary. I mean, look at Harry and Ginny. They had the same problem. I didn’t want us to hurt one another.”
Ron said nothing for quite some time. Harry thought he was probably trying to figure out how to respond. He imagined a scene much like their row after the Yule Ball, with Ron gaping like a goldfish searching for a witty retort and finding none.
“Hermione, you know I would never hurt you,” Ron finally replied.
“Oh, Ron, you wouldn’t mean it, but you would. And I would hurt you. We’ve always been so good at it.”
Harry smiled. Yes, they had. He had endured many fights during their six years at Hogwarts. Viktor Krum had been the topic of many of them. Crookshanks and Scabbers had predated that. Homework versus quidditch was also very frequent. If only they could get over this fight, then he knew they could get over anything.
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A/N: Okay, there it was. Next chapter will be a bit of a rehash of this fight, but told from Ron’s perspective. It also goes further into the fight. Many thanks to all of my reviewers, especially my beta jwoods471.
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