Granger. (On hold)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐎𝐕 : 𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

It's already Tuesday which I'm really surprised at as it doesn't feel like it was 4 days ago I left Hermione at King Cross train station. I miss her loads and I know I'm seeing her on Thursday but she was the only thing keeping me sane when seeing Harry and Ginny. At least they've lowered their PDA a little bit it though it still bugs me a little. My mum is ignoring me even more than usual and is swooning over Harry and Ginny but always forgetting about me like usual. I know I'm the least favourite and when I've told Hermione about it, she's assured me my mum has no favourites but I can't help but doubt her words. Bill was her first child and has never had a single hand me down, then there's Charlie who was captain of the quidditch team and now works with dragons in Romania; like that's f*cking awesome! Percy is a little know it all and works with the Ministry for Magic with Dad and then Fred and George have their own shop and are always making her laugh. Finally Ginny, her favourite, the only girl out of the Weasley siblings and she's the youngest so she automatically gets favourite child position.

I'm just Ron. Nothing special, just something that get in the way and that gets horrible marks in school. Just Ron who has been staring at the ceiling on his bed in his room for about the past half hour or something and no one has noticed he's not their. I sit there for a few more minutes, searching through the thoughts in my head about what to do with my stupid life. I decided I should probably go to the Joke Shop to see Fred and George as I haven't seen them in awhile. I think they said they're closing the shop on Saturday, Sunday and Monday to stay at the burrow for a few days but it's somewhere to get away from here. Away from my mum, away from Harry and Ginny constantly next to each other. Don't get me wrong, I love Harry, like I mean come on he's one of my best friends, but he just doesn't understand me the way that Hermione does and is constantly with my little sister. I know they're dating and all but I kinda miss the old days when it'd just be Hermione, me and him laughing about the silliest of things, like our journey on the Hogwarts Express on the way home.

I walk down stairs to see that only my mum is in the kitchen, grabbing ingredients out of the cupboard using a flick of her wand.
"Hey Mum!", I smile as I walk into the room.
"Hi Ron,", my mum answers looking up from her scales, "I was wondering where you were.".
Yeah right you were.
"I was just in my room. I'm gonna go to the Shop to see Fred and George.".
"Okay,", she responded, "Be back before 5 for dinner and dad's shift ending.".
"Alright.". I left the kitchen into the sitting room to see Harry and Ginny sitting on the sofa in the sitting room, making out.
"Get a room,", I muttered.
"We did but you came in here,", Ginny rolled her eyes as she separated from Harry.
"Well lucky for you I'm leaving,", I walk to the fireplace and grab a fistful of flewpower (A/N: I think that's how you spell it)
"Where are you going?", Harry asked, a little flushed on his cheeks.
"To the joke shop. I'll be back by 5. Bye!".

I stood into the fire place and yelled "Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Hogsmeade.". I quickly got teleported to the back of the Joke Shop, far away from my annoying family. I've used this entrance a lot so I've gotten used to not falling over unlike when I first used it.
"Is that a Weasley child or adult coming through the fireplace?", Fred yelled from the other side of the boxes. The towering stacks of boxes were so tall of products that they nearly reached the ceiling.
"Child,", I shouted back to him.
"Oh Ron you should of told me you were coming,", he walked to the fireplace.
"Yeah sorry for not telling you in advance,", I apologised, "Harry and Ginny were getting on my nerves and so was mum so I thought I would help out. Need anymore stockers or cashiers?".

"No need to be sorry. You and George are the best out of the family to be honest so I'm glad it's you and not Mum or Dad,", Fred commented, "I don't think we need any help yet but I'm on my lunch if you want to get some food and you can tell me what's up because you don't seem that happy,", Fred mentioned.
"Sounds good,", I smiled at him. Fred and George are really the only people that listen  and pay attention to me except Bill but I don't often get to see him.
"I'm just gonna go tell George that we're going out,", he told me, "I'll be two minutes.".
"Alright,", I replied and my brother left me for a few moments. My eyes darted around the different boxes in the room. I wonder what's in each of them. Fred shortly comes back.
"We can leave through the back so we don't have to walk through customers,", he said before guiding me through a path of boxes I've never been to before. We shortly get to a tall orange door which Fred opens.