Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK
Rowling. Since you’re reading this online and it’s not being sold to millions
of readers around the world, you can guess that I’m not JK Rowling.
A/N: I’d like to thank AS, HK, and a few of my cousins for
helping me out with this story as well as my awesome betas, Ivy and Kelleypen.
“Hermione, you don’t need to get
all upset about this,” Ron called through Ginny’s locked bedroom door. “It’s
okay if you don’t know everything. You’ll figure out how You-Know-Who got into
the Department of Mysteries. You always do.”
Hermione’s sobs only increased.
“Come on, open the door. We can
go down to the city library tomorrow and take out all the books you want.” Ron
waited for a response. When none came, he sighed and climbed the stairs to his
room. A few minutes later, Hermione finally decided to answer.
“It’s hard knowing that we can find
so much danger in a place as safe as the Ministry of Magic. How can Death
Eaters completely empty the Ministry and enter it without anyone knowing?
There are six hundred and forty-two Ministry employees, including the Aurors
and the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Granted it was evening, but some people
are bound to work late. And there are always at least thirty security guards
on duty around the clock, and entering the Atrium after hours is strictly
forbidden unless you are directly affiliated with the Ministry.” Hermione
continued to rant on about the probability of breaking into a government
building unnoticed to the empty hallway for several more minutes.
George and Charlie rolled their
eyes as they walked past. “Ron, are you listening to me?” Hermione demanded
upon hearing footsteps on the soft carpet that only Charlie’s new dragonhide
boots could produce. “Are even out there?”
“Of course I am, and standing in
rapt attention to that fascinating lecture,” George responded, cheerfully
taking advantage of the tendency of all the males in his family to have the
“I’m sorry, Ron. I found out that I got a bad score on my
Astronomy O.W.L., you know, that night Hagrid was arrested, and it got me thinking
about my role in this war.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that after O.W.L.s many people take up
entirely new lifestyles, as they’re such an major landmark in life and all,”
George commented, snickering quietly.
“I mean, what’s the point of all the reading and the
memorization if I can’t apply it when the pressure’s on?”
“Hermione, none of us would have survived down in the
Department of Mysteries if it weren’t for you,” Charlie pointed out, joining
George in masquerading as Ron.
“That’s not true.”
“But you’re always the one who knows what’s going on and
what to do. You’re absolutely brilliant, Hermione. I don’t know what I’d do
“Really?” Hermione responded.
“You have been there for me whenever I needed you ever since
our first year,” George put in solemnly, then turned to grin mischievously at
Charlie. “You mean the world to me. The thing I’m trying to say is, um,
Hermione, well, to be honest, I rather fancy you,” George said solemnly,
grinning broadly at Charlie.
“Eyie?” Hermione squeaked. Charlie,
never able to play the part of the stern older brother the way Percy and Bill
did, doubled over, laughing silently.
“I’ve loved you since I was
thirteen years old,” George declared, striking a princely pose, one hand over
his heart and the other reaching out to her, mainly for the benefit of his
audience. He was gratified to see tears of repressed laughter rolling down
“But. . .but. . . the Yule Ball.”
“The only reason I didn’t ask you
was because I was afraid you’d say no.” Charlie clamped his hands over his
mouth, sinking down the floor. “And then you went with Victor Krum. You’re my
best friend. I guess I thought you’d always be there, and then all of a
sudden, someone else came and took you away. And I hated him for it.”
Although he couldn’t manage to
keep a straight face, George was a decent actor, sounding shy, hesitant, and
sincere in all the right places.
“Oh, Ron.” Charlie was rather
surprised by Hermione’s immediate acceptance of George’s lie, considering that
she was supposedly the cleverest girl in her year. He certainly
couldn’t imagine Ron ever being so sensitive.
The doorknob rattled. “Why won’t
this thing open?” Hermione asked.
“It must be that new charm Ginny
fixed on her room. You cover the doorknob with this potion and it locks the
door whenever an unwanted sibling tries to get. Must have activated during the
argument,” George explained. “I’ll try to work on it. Well, back to my point:
I can’t stand by anymore and let anyone else have you,” George continued as Ron
appeared in the hallway.
George forced his face into a
solemn, passionate expression, and said, “Hermione, I truly, deeply, love you.”
Ron gave him a look that said,
“That’s just plain stupid. As if she’d fall for that.”
A sniffle came from Ginny’s room,
and then the words, “I love you too!”
Ron let out a shriek, and
promptly fell down. Charlie quickly pulled out his wand and performed a Silencing
Charm to keep him quiet.
“I’ve loved you since we met on
the Hogwarts Express,” Hermione continued, oblivious to the noise. “But then I
thought you hated me, and later on I didn’t want to risk your friendship by
telling you! Oh, I’m so glad we can finally be together!” She could clearly be
heard crying. “All these years we’ve been so stupid to not realize it!”
Ron looked ready to cry himself.
“I want to be with you forever!” George
declared as he fiddled with the lock.
“Me too,” Hermione responded as
George triumphantly flung the door open.
Hermione, running out with her
arms outstretched, was greeted with the sight of George with his hands clasped
over his heart.
She halted as if frozen in time,
her only movement in her face, her expression turning to disgust. “George?!”
she gasped, preparing to take a step back.
“It is I my love!” George
proclaimed, leaping into her still open arms. Hermione staggered backwards
under his weight, her wand falling out of her pocket as he wrapped his arms
around her neck to keep himself up.
“Oh!” George sighed, throwing
back his head and daintily resting the back of his hand upon his forehead. “Long
have I awaited this moment. To be held in your strong arms while your bushy
hair dances across my cheeks,” he whispered, blowing a couple strands out of
his face. “Let us be married at once, and let nothing, neither Death Eaters
nor charmed doors ever keep us apart!” He moved his hand from his forehead to
the back of Hermione’s neck and slowly pulled her face to his.
“Bleagh!” Hermione whipped her
head to the side and threw him to the floor, accidentally kicking her wand
under the mess covering Ginny’s floor.
“Oh, you irritating little prat!”
Hermione shrieked, kicking him in the leg as her shock turning to utter fury.
“Of all the callous uncivilized—urgh! Where’s my wand? You knew I wasn’t
talking about you! It’s too bad insensitivity isn’t liquid; at least then you
would have drowned by--”
“Would you like to share with us
who you were talking about then?” George asked smoothly, immune to Hermione’s
wrath due to years of facing the rage of Molly Weasley. “Hmm, who in this
house do we know who Hermione met on the Hogwarts Express? Fred’s at the shop,
and Percy’s at the ministry, the Boy who Lived is at Privet Drive, and we know
it’s not me. I daresay I’m stumped.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Where
is that wand?” she growled, streaking back into Ginny’s room to find it among
George chuckled, taking the Silencing
Charm off Ron with a flick of his wand. “Yes, well, I’ve got to go see a chap
in Bristol who appears to have overdosed on one of our fine products, so I’ll
just be on my way,” he called into the room as Hermione ripped through the
piles of laundry Ginny had the habit of leaving on the floor. “Perhaps you’d
like to have a chat with Ron while I’m gone. I truly believe he’d make a
better match for you. I adore you, I really do, but it just wouldn’t work out
between us.” He sighed dramatically. “I’m sorry, love. Maybe if things were
different. Another place, another time, we could be together.” He cackled
happily and skipped away.
Charlie leaned over to Ron. “You
know how she feels. Let her know you feel the same way about her and you two
could have something wonderful. Don’t blow it,” he advised, punching Ron on
the shoulder before following George to the stairway at the end of the hall.
“Aha!” Hermione shouted and ran
to the door, triumphantly holding her wand in front of her, ready for battle,
but finding the hallway empty except for Ron, who stood alone in front of her
looking very unsure of himself.
He took a deep breath.
“Hermione, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“That was a bit cruel, you know,”
Charlie scolded George as they crouched at the top step, listening to the
events outside Ginny’s room.
“Cruel? Charlie, I am offended.
They could have gone their entire lives as nothing more than friends. Our poor
little Ronnie was looking at a lifetime of unhappiness and unfulfilled dreams.
It was my job to do something about it. Brotherly duty that was. Brotherly
A/N: Please note the comment on
how the Death Eaters got into the Ministry. J
I’ve found it kinda funny how none of the Summer After Fifth Year Fics I’ve
read never talk about it. Reminds me how after fourth year almost none of the
fics address the effects of Rita Skeeter’s article and the public’s perception
of Harry. (Urgh. Doesn’t the tone of that really show that I’ve spent way too
much time at school?) I’m thinking about writing about it myself, but I don’t
think I’m a good enough writer to do a novel-length fic. And I don’t have the
stamina; I seriously started this one in November or earlier. Due to general
laziness, it’s only getting out now. And just a few days ago Mr. Flying
Fingers posted his story “Binding” that has a scene a lot like this story. And
it looks pretty interesting. Y’all should read it. J Well, that’s what I get for being so slow. Anyway, thanks
for reading, and please review!