call me yours ( harry j potter )

27

"If you give them to me I'll take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing...what colour would you like?" 

"Get him red and gold to match his badge," said George, smirking.

"Match his what?" said Mrs Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile.

"His badge," said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. "His lovely shiny new prefect's badge."

Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs Weasley's preoccupation about pyjamas. "His . . . but...Ron, you're not...?" 

Ron held up his badge., Mrs Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!" 

"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

"Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh Ronnie —" 

Fred and George were both making loud retching noises behind her back but Mrs Weasley did not notice; arms tight around Ron's neck, she was kissing him all over his face, which had turned a brighter scarlet than his badge. "Wait- if you get a kiss Y/n I'm a prefect-" Fred said turning to the girl.

She shook her head turning back to Mrs Weasley. "Mum..don't...Mum, get a grip...." he muttered, trying to push her away.

She let go of him and said breathlessly, "Well, what will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you've already got one, of course."

"W-what do you mean?" said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears.

"You've got to have a reward for this!" said Mrs Weasley fondly.

"How about a nice new set of dress robes?"

"We've already bought him some," said Fred sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity.

"Or a new cauldron, Charlie's old one's rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers" 

Harry and Y/n exchanged looks, "Mrs Weasley, Maybe a rat isn't the best pet coming from me..." Y/n uttered as Harry, Fred, George, Ron and Hermione nodded. 

"can I have a new broom?"

Mrs Weasley's face fell slightly; broomsticks were expensive. "Not a really good one!" Ron hastened to add. "Just — just a new one for a change..." Mrs Weasley hesitated, then smiled.

"Of course you can...Well, I'd better get going if I've got a broom to buy too. I'll see you all later...Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don't forget to pack your trunks...A prefect...Oh, I'm all of a dither!"

She gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly, and bustled from the room. Fred and George exchanged looks. "You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?" said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.

"We could curtsy if you like," said George.

"Oh, shut up," said Ron, scowling at them.

"Or what?" said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. "Going to put us in detention?" 

"Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over," 

And with another loud crack, the twins Disapparated. "Those two!" said Hermione furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through which they could now hear Fred and George roaring with laughter in the room upstairs. "Don't pay any attention to them, Ron, they're only jealous!"