Ron and George apparated to the end of the long Weasley driveway in mere seconds.
Seeing the house in view was a scary, scary thing
. He was an adult but he had still never been this afraid to face his mother.
Not when they had 'kidnapped' Harry from the Dursley's home or when him and Harry stole the car and he received his infamous howler in the momentarily annoyingly ironically quiet dining hall.
Looking down the mile long driveway at the house in the distance.
How many times had he been so happy to be at the burrow.
To be Home?
Now, with the conversation he knew he faced, it felt like he was an outsider.
His parents would never forgive him for what he did.
'How could he have been so careless?' they would probably say, making him feel even worse than he already did.
He and George just walked the whole way in complete silence. The tension could have been cut with a knife. The brothers had always had a close bond, which was strengthened by the all-too-soon death of his late brother, and George's twin, Fred Weasley. But now? Not so much.
No matter how many girls George had been with he was would never have gotten himself into the mess that Ron did. They reached the door to the burrow in what felt like seconds.
The nerves in Ron's stomach jumped around; he had never been this nervous to confront his mother, not even after he had stolen the car and crashed it into the Whomping willow.
They went inside and, still in very awkward and quiet silence, Ron followed George to the family room.
Ron sat down in a nearby old, dusty loveseat (ironic, huh?) and slouched down, rubbing his fingers through his tousled hair. George sat across from him looking angry, which was not a common emotion for that particular Weasley. As George sat on the arm of his chair he sighed and mimicked Ron without knowing it, by running his fingers through his hair.
Finally the elder Weasley spoke, "Ron, she was lying right?" He looked into his eyes, trying to calm down.
They looked at each other.
Ron wanted to lie, but couldn't.
Not to his brother.
He shook his head.
George shifted his jaw, getting to his feet, running his fingers through his orange hair.
He resumed facing him, one fist noticeably clenched into a fist much like the one Ron had at St. Mungo's. "Ron, how could you have been so stupid?" George screamed, unable to control his anger.
Ron jumped to his feet, "I don't know but what about you? You've been with so many girls-"
George cut him off, "Well the difference between us is that I'm not ignorant enough to get myself into this kind of mess!"
Ron spoke, still angry, the was glad that it was only them at the house but knew it wouldn't stay that way for long, "You might! It's not hard," with the last part said, he sat back down and put his elbows on his knees, one hand on his forehead.
George wanted to reply, he had some of Ron's choicest swear words on the tip of his tongue but decided to hold off because the angry emotions were not who he really was, although this situation was making him be an angry young man. "Just, how could you do this to yourself? To Lavender? To Hermione?" George asked, struggling to maintain calm behavior.
Anger swelled up in Ron.
Did George actually, genuinely think hr didn't care about Hermione. "George! I didn't know this would happen!"
"Yeah, well you should have prevented it from happening in the first place!" George shot back. Ron rolled his eyes; he knew George was right.
They should have been a lot more careful...they weren't really careful at all.
He wished he had a time machine; wished he could go back in time and stop himself from going to that pub that fateful night, but he could not.
"Listen Ron, not to be harsh or anything, but this isn't a joke!" George yelled, noticing how Ron was paying less than a lot of attention.
"I know," Ron scoffed.
"Then why are you acting like it is?" George questioned loudly.
"It's none of your business! I didn't ask you to get involved!" Ron yelled, jumping to his feet and walking across the living room.
He was angry.
Angry with himself, Lavender, George/ Everyone.
"Well, like it or not I AM involved!" George fired back; Ron scowled, ' and I wish you weren't' Ron thought.
"Why are you getting so crazy it's not like-" Ron started but was cut off
. His heart started thumping unevenly, he started getting clammy and sweaty and his nerves were back. There was someone outside. Someone was home. He looked out the window and shuddered. There was his mother and his sister, Ginny. They were BOTH about to know....could this get any worse?
He was about to face...his mother...Molly Weasley.
She'd been checking the clock every few minutes since she woke up.
She walked over to the full length mirror that hung on her bedroom door to do a quick once over.
She had on her semi-casual dark blue denim jeans with a pink, rather sexy if she got an opinion, top with loose sleeves. Her ballet flats still looked brand new. She her hair in a messy-but-cute- messy bun with a black headband and silver earrings that went beautifully.
She'd probably over done it. Better overdo it than under-do it. right?
She finally decided that she looked okay and apparated out of her flat and into Hogsmeade.
She would still be too early, if she went there now. She didn't want him to think she had been obsessing over this meeting...even though she had. Instead she decided to just walk around; maybe do some window shopping. She walked past several familiar shops and couldn't help but slip in Honeydukes to buy some chocolate frogs; she hadn't eaten those in years, literally.
She walked the familiar path and couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that was Hogwarts. It was truly magnificent. She was so lost in the view that she barely noticed that someone was behind her calling her name. And it was not Draco.
"Hermione?" She spun around, there across the 'street', holding a rather odd looking plant was her childhood friend, Neville Longbottom. "Neville!" She squealed, running over to him and gripping him in a hug so tight she prayed she had not damaged his plant.
"Neville! How are you?" She asked, delighted at seeing her friend.
"Great. Professor Sprout is teaching me all the basics before she leaves in a few months. It's really incredible." He exclaimed, obviously happy
. "Wow, congratulations!, Professor! That's fantastic,!" she replied.
He nodded, "yeah so how are you? Where's Ron? I thought he'd be with you?"
Hermione felt her heart experience a sharp pang, "We aren't together."
Neville saw how much he'd accidentally hurt her and instantly felt remorse, "'Hermione, I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."
He didn't know exactly what to say.
"It's fine. You didn't know." She said with a slight smile.
Neville half smiled, still annoyed at himself, "So, what are you doing here then?" He asked, not meaning to sound rude, but wanting to change this subject.
"Oh, I was just...uh...meeting someone" she said, glancing around.
Neville looked surprised, "new boyfriend?" he asked.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer but was cut off, "Granger!" A familiar voice called behind her.
She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy at the door waiting to her, "You coming?" He smirked.
She nodded as he went inside. "
Well...I guess I better go," Hermione said, "it was good seeing you." She smiled.
"You too.." Neville said, sort of out of focus, still staring at the door in which Draco had entered.
His eyes met hers ,"Malfoy?" He asked, shocked.
He looked a her as if she'd just grown a second head. She nodded and turned to leave., bye..."Professor Longbottom.
Going into the pub she felt her nerves bounce around inside her again as she saw Draco sitting there in the back corner, talking to the waitress.
Or maybe. flirting?
Her first instinct was to leave, before anything bad could happen.
Instead she walked over to the table and saw the waitress head back to the kitchen.
"Hey," She said, sitting down the seat across from him.
"Hey, granger" he said smirking, "So, I think it's about time we discussed the rules I told you about ," she smirked again. She gulped. Here it comes. Here comes the dreaded rules.
In a matter of what felt like seconds, Mrs. Weasley appeared in the room with Ginny right behind her, "Oh," she said, obviously shocked, "What surprise boys. I didn't know you were coming for a visit!" She smiled, her temporarily warm smile and embraced them both in bone crushing hugs.
She knew something was wrong by the way they were acting. "What's wrong?" She gasped, fear bubbling up in her.
Was someone hurt?
She knew something was very wrong.
"There something you need to know," George said slowly.
Mts. Weasley fumbled to the edge of a sofa and stared at them, anticipating what would come next. What was coming was not not something she'd ever anticipated hearing. Ever.
Ginny watched in anticipation too.
"Mum...I'm sorry...but I've messed up...bad." Ron said, slowly. Mrs. Weasley looked back and forth between her sons, "What?" She gasped.