What You See Is What You Get...

Hermione and Ron sat in his room on the floor for a little bit, flirting and kissing, you know, having a good time. When there was a knock at the door, Hermione said, "Maybe I better get going. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" And with another quick kiss, she opened the door to Mr. Weasley, and went back to Ginny's room to get ready for bed.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Ron said somewhat nervously, not knowing what all his mother had told him. Arthur took a few steps into the room, and sat awkwardly down on the floor next to Ron. He too looked a little nervous.

"Your mother told me what she saw," he started, shakily. "And Ron, I just want you to know that we're &endash; I'm not angry with you. I too was a young lad of your age, and I know how it can be like.

Ron was thoroughly confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, Ron," Mr. Weasley cleared his throat and continued. "When a girl is pretty, like Hermione is, a boy will start to feel things." Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. "He might want to do things that he hasn't ever done before. Maybe want to touch the girl, or kiss her, or do both at the same time. And while it may seem like the right thing to do, sometimes we have to resist our urges. Because when two people touch and kiss too much, it can lead to --"

"Dad! What the hell! Don't you know how old I am?!" Ron shouted. "I heard about this years ago!"

"You did?" Arthur asked, face starting to blush. "Where?"

"Second year, we had a one week session to learn all this reproductive stuff. Snape taught it, it was really disturbing. Do you honestly think I didn't know about sex?!"

"Your mother just thought you needed to be informed properly. She was going on and on about how you could've heard all sorts of things that weren't true."

"Well, she was wrong."

"Yes. Except, er--" he cleared his throat once again. "Do you know about the... the Weasley gene?

"The Weasley gene? That's real?!"

"So you have then, good."

"Fred and George said a little something about it once, I just figured they were being themselves and making stuff up."

"Oh. Well0 then. Looks like I'll still have to explain that to you." He rubbed his face with his hands quickly. "Okay. The Weasley gene is something that started back a few generations, and every male Weasley has had it since."

"So what does it do, exactly?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Well, when we get-- aroused, and only extremely, our hair turns blue."

"Our hair?"

"Yes. All of it."

Ron stared confused for a moment. "Oh. Well, that's-- that's rather, odd."

"Yes it is. But, tis a blessing and a curse, believe it or not."

"Huh?"

"Curse, because it could potentially scare a woman away. But a blessing because the only women it's ever happened with so far have turned out to be the ones we've married."

"That's interesting," Ron said. "So I take it Fred and George haven't had to experience it yet."

"No, not that I know of."

"But why would they tell me about it like it was something that would round up women from all over?"

"Oh, who knows. With all the potions they work with, they might've have altered the reaction somehow." He was silent for a moment. Then he spoke, uncomfortably. "Anything else?"

"Er.. no, not really."

"Okay. Good talk." He patted Ron on the back rather awkwardly. "I'll just… go then." And with that, he was quickly up and out the door.

Hermione had come back to a room full of madness. Luna and Harry were making out wildly all over the floor, and Ginny was in the corner on her bed, bawling over the letter Dorian had sent her, saying he was dumping her. She still had the parchment crumpled up in her hand, so Hermione figured Ginny needed to vent a little before talking about it.

Hermione grabbed her nighty and robe and found her way to the bathroom, making sure to knock first. She changed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put her hair up in a messy bun. Thinking that the room would still be in chaos, she went downstairs and out into the backyard. It was a really warm night, the breeze swaying through the grass, and she could just hear the gnomes snoring from under the ground.

She walked out into the field for a little ways, then looked back at the house. She could see Percy in his window, staring out, but he quickly left. Hermione then looked at the window of Ron's room. She couldn't believe how everything had happened so quickly that night. One minute she was being swamped by the twins, the next Ron had gone so far as to say they were bigger prats than Percy, and then she ran after him, catching him off guard. She then tricked him into reading that incredibly intimate letter he had written her, and then found herself crying into his arms. And then the exciting but short romp on his floor. She couldn't believe it. It had to have been a dream.

"Hello, Hermione," a voice said, their hand grabbing her shoulder and gently whipping her around. It was Percy.

"Hi, Percy." She was a little afraid, there was a weird look in his eye that she'd never seen before. "What's up…"

"You looked really nice tonight, at dinner."

Oh no, not again. "Thank you."

"And when you were here that first day. You're really pretty Hermione."

She tried not to look him in the eye. "Thanks."

"And you're quite intelligent." After no response from her, he continued. "I know I was wrong about Voldemort and that everyone else tells you I'm a horrible person, but I think that you know their wrong." He took a step closer, and in turn, she took a step back.

"What are you doing, Percy?"

"I think you know what I'm doing, Hermione. You've wanted it all along, I can see it in your eyes."

"Wanted what?" He took another step closer, but held on to her shoulders so she couldn't move.

"Wanted this." Percy shoved his lips onto hers and wrapped his arms around her back. He then tried to undo her robe, but she slapped him in the face and scrambled away before he could do anything.

"I don't know what you're on, Percy, but there is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING between us, and there never, EVER will be! You got that?!"

"But Hermione!" he whimpered. "I thought, I thought that you were different! I &endash; you were so nice to me when we were in school! Hermione &endash; Oh!!" He burst into tears and ran back into the Burrow, where everyone (except Ron) stood laughing and falling to the floor at the scene they had just witnessed. Percy pushed through the crowd of people and ran back up to his room, still bawling.

Hermione noticed all them standing there, and was completely and utterly embarrassed. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well Percy had made quite the racket running down the stairs when he usually just apparates everywhere," Charlie started. "I figured he was up to something. So when I saw him turn you around, I had to go get everyone!"

Hermione looked devastated. "Oh, don't worry Hermione dear," Mrs. Weasley said, giving her a comforting hug as everyone walked away still chortling. "Percy's just not really informed about things. He's always in his room, doing who knows what, and whenever he comes out, he seems to see the world differently than it is."

"Completely different," Hermione agreed. Then she remembered what had happened earlier. "Are you, er, mad at me for what Ron and I were --"

"Oh, no, of course not! Just a little shocked. Well, a lot shocked, honestly. You and Ron are just getting too old," she laughed. "But don't worry about it. Bill was only eleven the first time I walked in on him with a girl."

"No privacy in the Burrow, is there?" Hermione chuckled, relieved she wasn't at the wrath of Mrs. Weasley.

"Nope, but you should know that by now, dear. Well, I'll say good night to you then."

Hermione walked back up to her room, ready to take on Ginny and her recent break up. But to her surprise, she was already fast asleep. Hermione was just taking off her glasses and getting under her blanket when Luna came in.

"Sorry you had to see us earlier, Hermione. You know boys, the pervs."

"Oh, that's okay."

"See you in the morning."

"Good night."

Hermione lay her head down on the pillow facing the wall, and thought about Ron. Everything about him was just perfect. Except for three things… his youngest brothers. She let out a sigh, shut her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.