Being His Daughter

Caught

"Oh wait kids!" I heard Mr. Weasley call from inside the tent. I grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt to stop him and we all turned around to go back into the tent.

"I forgot to say I made lunch," Mr. Weasley said, bending down next to the fire. There was a pan hanging above it with a rope that was slowly burning away.

"We'll eat when we come back dad," Ron said, trying to back out again.

"Nonsense! The good sale carts don't even come out until it gets a little darker," he insisted, waving us over. 

Mr. Weasley urged us into eating before we went, but after we were done, it turned into other things. I had hopped onto Fred's back when George kept trying to tickle me. Then that had turned into a chasing game with me on Fred's back, Hermione on George's, and Ginny on Harry's, with Ron chucking pillows at us to slow some of us down. Ron threw a pillow at Fred's feet, causing him to trip and for him and me to crash to the floor in a fit of laughter. George tried to skid to a halt but he and Hermione fell over us and then Harry and Ginny did. Ron ran up and jumped on top of the huge pile of us, making us all laugh hysterically.

"What's going on here?"

We all looked up to see Ron's three older brothers, Percy, Bill, and Charlie. Percy had his hands on his hips, and when he spotted me, his eyes widened. "Sierra?" he asked. "I thought Ron said you couldn't come along with us?"

I opened my mouth to speak but the twins beat me to it:

"She just got away from the Malfoys," Fred said with a shrug.

"Yeah, she's been hanging around here with us for a while now," George added.

Percy gasped dramatically, causing some of us to jump. "You mean they don't know where you are? They must be so worried! I don't personally like the Malfoy family but that doesn't mean you can run away like that, Sierra!"

"Who are you to tell her what she can and can't do?" Ron snapped, standing and crossing his arms.

"Boys, stop this arguing," Mr. Weasley said loudly as he entered the room.

"Dad!" Percy yelled. "How could you let her do that!"

"Maybe we should get out of here," Harry whispered into my ear. I nodded quickly and then the seven of us stood and scurried out of the tent as Percy argued with his father and the other two brothers began conversing casually on the couch. I saw Charlie glance at us as we left but he merely smirked.

It was no longer bright outside like it had been earlier, and there were way more sale carts like Mr. Weasley had informed us. We made our way to the first cart we saw, which had little figurines of the Quidditch players walking around on it.

"Look!" Ron said excitedly, holding up one of the figures, who scowled at him as he sauntered around the palm of his hand. "They've got Krum!"

"Who's Krum?" Harry asked. Ron whipped his head over to Harry, gaping, and then at me. When I shook my head too, he looked about ready to faint.  

"Who's Krum, you said? You don't know who Viktor Krum is?" he howled, a mixture of shock and horror on his face.

"He's Ron's gay lover," George commented as he waltzed by us. I sniggered as Ron spluttered angrily.

"He is not!" Then I heard him mutter something along the lines of "I wish," under his breath before he turned back to Harry quickly. "He's only the best Seeker in the world!" The Krum figurine on Ron's palm smirked and flexed his muscles.

"He reminds me of Draco," I noted as I observed the cocky figurine. He stopped flexing and glared over at me and I shrugged.

"He's bloody brilliant," Ron clarified, handing over the money to pay for the mini-Krum.