Lunch had gone great. Molly Weasley had really outdone herself this time. She grinned, looking at the eight tired Quidditch players. She had been surprised when she and Arthur went outside, witnessing them all starting a game. She never pegged Hermione or Neville for players. Put they looked like they had fun, maybe a little too much fun. Right now, Neville looked as white as a ghost and Hermione’s face was as red as her children’s hair.
Ron sure was looking happy. Molly looked at her youngest son and heaved a sigh of happiness. She hadn’t seen Ron look this way in such a long time. She knew her son was going through some teenage boy thing. One of those things, which he felt he couldn’t talk to his parents about. She really wished Ron would talk to her.
Molly’s glance passed over Harry. He seemed to be getting over his godfather’s death, but every once in a while the boy’s eyes clouded over, in sadness and pain. It had only been a few months since the MOM thing, and Molly still cringed every time she thought of it. Five children, two of them being hers had been attacked at the ministry by death eaters. A lot of them had been thrown in Azkaban, including Mr. Malfoy. But the one who had killed her cousin and Harry’s godfather had fled. Well at least now, everyone truly knows he who must not be named was truly back.
"Mum," a voice broke into Molly’s thoughts. She looked up and smiled at the concerned look on Ginny’s face.
"Hmm, dear," she got up from where she was sitting and started to bewitch everyone’s empty plates, directing them to the sink?
Ginny frowned, "what’s wrong? You were sort of looking off in space."
Molly finished her bewitching and turned to Ginny, "just thinking, dear."
Ginny nodded. "Okay. Hey is dad still at the office," she asked, trying to get her mum thinking about something else.
Molly nodded pointing to the clock, where Mr. Weasley’s picture pointed to ‘At Work’. Everyone else’s pointed to ‘at home’. Well, all but Percy, Bill and Charlie’s who pointed to ‘at work’ as well. Bill was working at Gringots, Percy (whom they haven’t heard from in forever) at MOM, and Charlie in Romana with dragons.
Harry looked up at the clock, frowning. He couldn’t help but notice how the pictures went from where they normally were to ‘mortal danger’, every few minutes.
Fred looked to where Harry was staring, "it’s been doing that ever since," he waved his hand, "you know."
Harry knew and nodded.
"As long as it doesn’t stay on mortal danger then things are fine. It’s just now that Voldemort is back, everyone is in mortal danger," Molly and everyone but Harry cringed when she said his name.
"Mum, must you say his name," Ron cried, covering his ears, acting as if someone had screamed and was hurting his ears.
"Don’t be a ninny," Fred muttered.
Ron huffed, glaring at his brother, "I’m not being weak, Fred!"
"Haha," George and Fred started to laugh. "Ronnykins," Fred looked at George.
"Is being." George looked at Fred.
"A ninny," they both yelled together.
Ron glared at the twins, "shudup," he yelled.
"Boys," Molly frowned, "stop squabbling."
Harry, Neville and Luna were holding in silent laughter, while Hermione was looking at the three with looks of disapproval. Ron saw this and quieted down, looking shameful.
"Sorry mum," Ron muttered. He stood up so fast, he knocked his chair down. "Excuse me," he said, running, and leaving a roomful of confused people.
Getting to his room Ron, closed his door and locked it. He ran to his bed and summoned his diary to himself.
Ron’s POV:
Ohhh, Fred makes me so mad sometimes. He knows he can’t stand to hear Vol . . . look at me. I can’t even write his name. He doesn’t like to hear he must not be named’s name. But he goes and calls me a ninny. Really I am not foolish and weak. That’s the meaning of ninny, at least according to the dictionary on my laptop dad bought me.
Ninny a foolish and weak person. ------- see that’s what it says.
But maybe I am foolish. I mean come on, I let myself fall in ‘like’ (I won’t say love) with Harry. It’s not LOVE! It’s only a crush!
Boy, and I guess I’m weak as well. Cause I can’t tell him. Grrrrrrr. Double Grrrrrrr. Maybe Fred’s right. I am a ninny. But not for the reason he called me one.
Someone is at my door. They’re asking if I’m all right. Am I? No, I am not. But I tell them I’m fine. I always say I’m fine. In case you’re wondering, it was Fred. I guess he felt guilty. He must think him calling me a ninny, really upset me. It did, but that’s not why I stormed off. I was embarrassed for being part of the squabble. (as mum calls it) Harry must think I was acting like a child.
I guess I can’t dwell on it.
I still can’t believe that Hermione, Harry, Neville and Luna showed up. I was so surprised. They even overheard me (blushes) whining about being saved. Well I was very bored.
Mums really great, but I wished she’d of told me they were coming, then they wouldn’t have seen me acting like . . . well a ninny.
Haha, I really am a ninny and I’m barmy to boot.
Barmy extremely foolish; mad. ------that’s what that means. And mad as in crazy.
Well at least we had a fun day. I got to play Quidditch. You’d think they would have asked me in the first place, but nooooo. Don’t ask, Ron, who’s a keeper for the Gryffindor’s team.
I got to play, because after everyone showed up, we went and barged in on Ginny, Fred and George’s game. Harry was right. They weren’t having a good game, with only three people.
And get this . . . the twins wanted to play Quidditch slash soccer. Whatever that is . . . just a sec . . .
I just checked on the com. Apparently soccer in where big stinky men in armor throws a weird shaped ball made from pigs (Poor piggies), and they tackle each other a lot. Ouch! Can you imagine? If we did that we’d be falling off our brooms more then usual.
Get this in America, soccer’s where you kick a ball into a net. But here in Britain we call that football, and Americans call football soccer. Weird huh. Man, I just confused myself.
Britain-Soccer’s (Weird shaped pig ball) Football (kick a ball in a net.)
America-Soccer (kick a ball in a net) Football (Weird shaped pig ball.) (A/N Not totally sure about this. Bare with me if it's wrong.)
Okay I’m still confused. Maybe that’s because I hate muggle sports. No offence to muggles, I just don’t understand them.
Well anyways, they wanted to do the tackle thing. But we out numbered him. In addition we had three people playing, who’s never played Quidditch before. (Hermione, Neville, Luna).
And get this. Hermione scored, and Luna caught the snitch. And according to Ron, Neville almost caught the Quaffle as it was going through the hoop.
You should have seen Harry’s face. She was so surprised, that Luna caught the snitch. It was quite funny. She caught it, and nobody realized it and continued to play.
Harry looked so cute, all flushed from playing.
Luna was pleased, I could tell. She had a proudness in her voice. I don’t blame her. She who’d never played Quidditch before, caught the snitch, when Harry who’s been playing ever since his first year didn’t even notice the snitch fluttering around my’s nose.
Geezzzz, someone’s knocking again. How many times do I have to tell him . . . oh wait, it’sHarry . . .
"Ron," Harry called, his voice thick with worry. Why did he run off like that? "Ron, it’s me, Harry. Can I come in?"
Harry blinked in surprise when he heard a yelp from the other side of the door. "Stupid chair," he heard Ron mutter. "Ouch. Just a sec," Ron yelled.
Harry shrugged and leaned against the door.
Ron locked his diary, then picked up the chair he had tripped over. He walked to his door, and opened it.
"Ahh," Harry yelped, falling when the door was opened. Ron blinked in surprise, catching Harry before she hit the floor.
Ros was bigger then Harry, but because he took him by surprise his weight was too much for him and both boys slumped to the ground.
Oh, great this is a wonderful development. Note the sarcasm. Oh gawd, it’s lucky he can’t see my flushed face. Ron gulped, Harry was sitting in his lap, "oops, sorry mate."
Harry looked behind him at Ron’s face. "That’s okay. At least you cushioned my fall."
Harry grinned, laughing at Ron’s expression. "You don’t have to look so embarrassed."
Ron chuckled, "it is kinda embarrassing though,"
Harry removed himself from Ron’s lap, giving him a hand.
Ron blushed, taking his hand, standing up.
"For me, you mean," Harry smiled, "I’m the one who fell on you, remember?"
"How can I forget," Ron made a pained face, "I’m gonna be sore forever," he teased.
"What, I’m not that heavy. All have you know I’m quitethin under these clothes."
Why did you have to say it like that? Now I’m going to be thinking about you without your clothing. "I was only teasing."
"Hey," Fred ran into Ron’s room. He looked at Ron, biting his lip, "are you still mad at me?"
"Fred, I was never made at you," he replied. That wasn’t completely true. But he wasn’t mad anymore.
Fred smiled, "oh, good. Were gonna play a game. Do you two want to play? Please say yes! Cause if you don’t its gonna be two girls with three boys."
Harry raised his eyebrow. "And just what kind of game are you wanting to play?"
Fred blushed, "well truth and dare . . . and George want us to play spin the bottle. Some muggle games."
"Oh," Harry blushed. He looked at Ron, "well?"
Ron gulped, if I play I might get to . . . oh . . . "okay." He sort of knew the rules of those games, and the thought of what could happen made his heart flutter in excitement.
"Great!" Fred ran off to find the others.
"Why did we have to do this," Ginny muttered, walking into the hut?
"Well, duh Ginny. Mum wouldn’t actually approve of us playing these games. She’s quite old fashioned." George conjured some pillows for everyone to sit on.
"Oh, right." Ginny set on one of the pillows, everyone else doing the same.
Fred smiled, "what do you’ll all want to play first?"
"Truth and dare," Ron said, "how does it go again," He asked Harry? None of them were really familiar with the muggle game.
"Truth or dare," Harry corrected, "it’s easy, when it’s your turn you ask someone truth or dare. If they pick dare, you give them a dare, if they pick truth, you ask them a question, and they have to tell the truth."
"Hmmm, let’s play that first," Fred liked the sound of this game. Unbeknown to the others he muttered something and waved his wand behind his back. He set back with a pleased look on his face.
"Who should go first?" Neville quietly asked.
"Um lets go by age. Fred you first," Harry said. (A/N I don’t really know what order they’d really go in, so I’m making it up.)
Fred grinned a wicked smile, "hmm," he rubbed his hands together, looking from person to person. "Who should be my first victim?"
Everyone groaned, not liking the look on Fred’s face. He had something evil in mind. Not death eater evil, but evil.
"Ronnykins," Fred’s grin got wider, "truth and . . . I mean or dare?"
Ron wasn’t used to this game, or he would of picked truth, but what are you gonna do. "Um, er dare, I guess."
A/N Thanks for reading. Please review! Hmm what will his dare be?
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