The Goblet of Fire | Hermione Granger x Male Reader (Book Four)

3. Harry's Arrival

"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as we climbed.

Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn't.

"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," said Ron quietly, "great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that..."

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny, "we thought they just liked the noise."

"Only, most of the stuff...well, all of it, really was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.Ls as she expected."

"Is Issac involved?" I asked curiously, the name was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes so I wasn't sure if Issac was part of it all.

"'Course he is," said Ron, "he was fine with them calling it Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, he's pretty much a Weasley if I'm being honest."

"They might change it in the future." shrugged Ginny.

I laughed. "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is a good name, L/N and Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes doesn't really have the same ring to it."

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.

"Hi, Percy," I said.

"Oh hello, Y/N." said Percy. "I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs."

"We're not thundering." said Ron irritably. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic."

"What are you working on?" asked Harry.

"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," said Percy smugly, "we're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin, leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year-"

"That'll change the world, that report will," said Ron, "front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks."

Percy went slightly pink.

"You might sneer, Ron," he said heatedly, "but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger-"

"Yeah, yeah, all right," said Ron, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As me, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr Weasley had told Mrs Weasley about the toffees.

The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had the last time that I had come to stay: the same posters of Ron's favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which had previously held frog spawn, now contained one extremely large frog. Ron's old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny owl that had delivered Ron's letter to me. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.

"Shut up, Pig," said Ron, edging his way between two of the six beds that had been squeezed into the room, "Issac, Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room," he told us, "Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work."

"Er, why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked Ron.

"Because he's being stupid," said Ginny, "its proper name is Pigwidgeon."

"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all," said Ron sarcastically, "Ginny named him," he explained to Harry, "she reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too."

Pigwidgeon zoomed happily around his cage, hooting shrilly.

"Where's Crookshanks?" I asked Hermione now.

"Out in the garden, I expect," she said, "he likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before."

"Percy's enjoying work, then?" said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling.

"Enjoying it?" said Ron darkly. "I don't reckon he'd come home if dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr Crouch...as I was saying to Mr Crouch...Mr Crouch is of the opinion...Mr Crouch was telling me...they'll be announcing their engagement any day now."

"Have you had a good summer, Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was alright." he replied.

"And have you heard from-?" Ron began, but Hermione shushed him, it was probably because she thought it would be unsafe to talk about Sirius in front of Ginny.

"I think they've stopped arguing," said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron to Harry, "shall we go down and help your mum with dinner?"

"Yeah, all right," said Ron, and the five of us left his room.