The Endless Closet

Ron's newly made muscles stretched as he lifted the cumbersome luggage onto the bed adjacent to Ginny's bed. "Thank you, I know it is too heavy." He chuckled, light and full heartily. "You know me, have I ever been known to travel light?" I joined in the laughter. I noted how his freckled covered nose scrunched when he laughed, how his eyes became two shades of lighter blue when he was happy or excited, and how he would run his hand through his shaggy red hair. He was a sight to behold, my cheeks grew rosy when he caught my eye. "I have something to tell you." He sat on Ginny's bed, leaning back on his elbows. I unlatched my trunk and gathered all my assignments I finished. "I was bored." He pushed himself off of his elbows and tabbed through my countless pages of essays and notes.

"I suspected you would." I proceeded to move next Ron.

"I can still do the assignments with you. It would be fun, see if I missed out on anything. Oh, I could be your tutor!" Ron grimaced and I could tell he wasn't to thrilled to have me teach him anything. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"Only if I can teach you something." I put the pieces of parchment on the bedside table, reaching across me in the process, he smelled of spices and cinnamon from helping in the kitchen with his mother. The scent was bewitching to me. I fanned my face, the room became a bit warm.

"What would you teach me?" I stopped airing myself after he repositioned himself in his seat.

"How about something extremely difficult that we Weasley's are masters of, catching Prismate bugs." Giving him a small smile, I agreed.

"I'd love to learn." He grinned boyishly cute before standing up.

"You're lessons start tonight. I'm going to see if Mum has any jars we can use." After he exiting the room, in my excitement I danced all over the room. Laughter filled the small room and for a second I thought it might be Ron. Embarrassment was evident on my once pale face as I turned a scarlet red. To my relief it was Ginny, who happened to adorn a very smug smile across her own freckled face. I stepped down from my bed from which I had been bouncing.

"Oh hello, Ginny." I brushed a stray strand of hair from my face behind my ear.

"Hermione! When did you get here?" She embraced me, her smirk still quite large on her face.

"Oh about ten minutes ago." I stared very intently to my toes.

"Really? Why didn't you come see me as soon as you arrived?" She continued to tease relentlessly. I twisted a strand of hair till it was a curl.

"Ron was helping me bring my trunk up. It would have been rude to leave it in the middle of the living room, right?" She shrugged and sat opposite of me on her bed. Ginny reminded me so much of Ron, her room was all Holyhead Harpies. From ceiling to floor, much like Ron's room, but his was Chudley Cannons. Posters of her favorite players, zooming through her room from poster to poster giving the appearance of an actual game. Though I wasn't a huge fan of Quidditch, Ginny's room was very welcoming and inviting. It had a calming effect, though the movement never stopped.

"Hermione? Did you hear me?" I refocused my attention to Ginny.

"Hmm? What were you saying?"

"I asked you if you had a thing for Ron, but then you went all dreamy eyes." I was shocked, was I that obvious?

"Certainly not! Me and Ronald? No way." Though I denied it profusely, my cheeks betrayed me.

"Sure." She laughed before crossing out of the room. I sighed heavily, before exiting the room myself. The Burrow was bustling now, since everyone had returned from playing Quidditch. I graciously greeted the rest of the clan, Fred and George gave me a quick squeeze before going back to their notebook of notes, whispering away in the corner of the living room. Mrs. Weasley handed me a homemade pumpkin pastry and a mug of cauldron cocoa. Thanking her I tried to find a spare seat, Mr. Weasley had converted the kitchen table into a work shop, tinkering away on an old television from the 1950s. Ginny seemed to be in the same mindset because she had gone to repairing her broom on the coffee table. I bobbed and weaved through the crowded living space and decided on a seat on the staircase. It was safe enough. I sipped at the toasty cocoa, the hot chocolate spreading through my veins, warming me up immensely. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Ron rummaging through the nearby cupboard. A pile of trinkets was beginning to form next to him, he seemed to be having trouble locating something.

"Ron? What are you looking for?" He turned to the sound of my voice, his face covered in dust of the forgotten items in the cupboard.

"The jars. Mum said they were in the cupboard." I placed my pastry and cocoa down on the stair and went to sneak a peek. The closet was vast, bigger than any closet I had ever seen. The shelves were crowded with magical trinkets and tools. Baby clothing and handmade toys. I touched a wooden soldier on the shelve which had collected years and years of dust.

"Why does your mum keep all this stuff?" I asked, lifting the soldier from the shelf. I dusted the wooden toy off. It had a worn painted face, faded red hair and blue uniform. There craved in the feet of the soldier was 'Ronald Weasley.'

"She likes to keep everything, in case of a rainy day. I used to play with this soldier everyday, my Dad use to enchant it to march around the house. That's why I craved my name on the feet, it would get lost so easily but you know by the end of the day, it always found its way back to me." He put the soldier back on the shelf with a small soldier. I pointed to a box on the shelf labelled 'Weasley Photos.'

"May I see?" Ron lifted the box down and lead me to the staircase before placing the box down.

"I warn you, it is mostly Mum and Dad during school. There might be a few pictures of us as babies." I opened the box eagerly. Yellow and faded pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley smiling at Honeydukes, Zonko's Joke Shop, and drinking butterbeer with remnants of the froth on their lips. It was images of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley but all you could see was their children's faces in theirs. Nearing the end of the box, we reached the baby photos of all of the Weasley children. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, Ginny, and Ron. Little Ron was adorable, he was chasing after his older brothers around the yard. He was in tears but the best thing was he was only in his underwear. Fred and George were flying around on their toy brooms with his clothing in hand, bouncing off the ground just far enough where Ron couldn't get them.

"Oh Ron, you are too cute in this picture!" Ron was blushing.

"You should see this one." He continued to hand me photos of him and his siblings. We looked through all the photos till Mrs. Weasley called us to dinner. "After this we catch the Prismate bugs!"