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1 reviewEr, as you could guess from the title, something, uh, interrupts Harry and Ginny... So, yeah. The chapter is better than the summary, I solemnly promise!
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Chapter Four
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Harry and Ginny ate a good meal that they prepared together that first night, laughing all the while. It felt deliciously forbidden and entirely right for both of them to be spending time alone together, cooking for each other and talking about light subjects. They both knew that time to just talk freely was likely to be limited while Ginny’s family thought that she and Harry were on the outs, which was the most regrettable, but entirely essential element of their plot. Still, they could pretend in this house that there was no Voldemort, no war and that Ginny’s family knew where she was and were all thrilled that she was spending time with the boy she loved. They weren’t fifteen and sixteen; they were adults who loved each other.
Maybe it was the feeling of domestic rightness that led them to forget about the sleeping bag Harry had laid out on the floor of his bedroom for himself, and instead fell together to his bed. They had decided to turn in early, get up first thing in the morning and get all the chores done so they could spend the rest of the week together with nothing looming over them. After much friendly argument, Harry had agreed to let Ginny help him so that they could finish everything quickly.
Alas, they had forgotten going to sleep early, along with the sleeping bag, and were well on the way to occupying themselves all night long in the small bed.
Ginny’s clothes were almost entirely off, and Harry’s were nearly gone as well, when a loud hooting interrupted. Both sprang apart like the guilty teens they suddenly were again and looked around the room to see Ron’s owl, Pig, twittering and perched atop Hedwig’s cage. Both groaned, but their thoughtless oblivion was shattered, and they pulled their clothes on again. Harry relieved the small owl of his burden and stared down at Ron’s messy scrawl, hating that his best friend could tear him away from Ginny without even knowing they were together.
‘Dear Harry,
‘Ginny’s gone for a week, and I was thinking you might like to spend some time here before she gets back. Of course the Order will want to send you back there until your birthday, but I thought you might like a bit of sanity and people you don’t hate.’
‘Hermione’s coming, and she says she’s nearly done the book you wanted her to read. Anyway, owl when you know when you want to be picked up.’
Ron’
Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He showed the note to Ginny, who emitted a sound that was half groan, half laugh. “That’s my idiot of a brother! Write him back and say that you’re staying right here. I worked too hard to get you to myself to let you go that easily.”
“What if I want to go?” asked Harry, just to be contrary.
“Well, then you’ll not get the special surprise I planned, now will you?” asked Ginny with a wink.
“That settles it. I’m gone,” Harry said with a smile, “I’ve hated surprises ever since Dudley and his gang surprised me with a broken arm for my eighth birthday.”
Ginny instantly forgot everything else, and gave him a hug, asking what they could possibly have done to break his arm when they were so young. “Well, they only meant to bruise me a little. They got in a circle around me, and Dudley went on about being so sorry that he had forgotten to get me a present and then they started pushing. I managed to run and climb the monkey bars, but then one of them climbed up after and pushed me off. But,” Harry said, shrugging off the past injury, “What should I tell your brother to keep him away? Won’t it seem weird if I suddenly want to spend time with my cousin?”
“Well, just tell him that they’ve gone on a bit of a trip, and left you a bunch of chores that you have to get done. Ron knows that you’ll really be in for it, if you don’t do them,” offered Ginny, rummaging for a nightshirt in her bag and coming out with a bright orange shirt that had once belonged to Ron. “You write back, I’ll go change. I’m ready for some sleep.”
While Ginny was gone, Harry sat down and wrote to Ron.
‘Ron,
‘I’d like to stay with you, but the Dursleys went to visit Uncle Vernon’s sister, and left me with a bunch of things to do. If I don’t do the chores, there's no telling what the Dursleys will do. They might kick me out, and you know Dumbledore wanted me to stay here until my birthday.’
‘Pathetic, isn’t it? The bloody ‘boy who lived’ worrying about being kicked out of this stupid house by a man he hates. Imagine what they would say in the papers. How can a boy who’s afraid to upset his uncle save our world?’
‘Anyway, it’s not so bad here without the Dursleys. I’ll see you at the wedding, but I think Dumbledore would have wanted me to stay.’
‘I’ll plan for our trip, and you get to worry about telling your mum that you’re not going back for seventh year. Who would have thought that having no adults who care about you would come in handy?’
Harry’
He nearly scratched out the bit about being pathetic, as well as the last line. He had meant it a bit of a joke, but Harry wasn’t sure how Ron would take it. But then Ginny came back and Harry decided just to send Pig on his way.
After all, Ron knew Harry well enough to know that he didn’t really think he had no one. Harry had the Weasleys and Hermione, and a few members of the order. And, most importantly, he had Ginny.
Of course, they were the only two people who knew that he had her, but still, Ron knew that Harry wouldn’t put something that revealing in a letter.
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“Mum, we can’t leave him there on his own!” cried Ron in despair.
“Harry said he didn’t want to come until the wedding. It sounds as though he wants to be left alone!” argued the red haired mother.
“Would you feel that way if he hadn’t broken up with Ginny?” asked Ron, clearly upset.
“I- well, maybe not, but Ginny has been so sad…” stammered Mrs Weasley.
“Harry, too, mum.” Ron told her.
When the older woman’s face softened, Hermione stepped forward with a bit of parchment in her hand. “Read this, Mrs Weasley, and I think you’ll see that Harry really can’t be left on his own.”
Ron stared at horror at the letter Harry had sent him, unable to believe Hermione had just handed it to his mother. He hadn’t even told her about their plans for next year! Now she was going to find out from someone else! He was without a doubt doomed, and it was all the fault of his two best friends.
“Alright, go pack you two,” Mrs Weasley said, handing the parchment to Hermione, her eyes watery.
Hermione towed Ron to the stairwell, as he waited for the explosion. When it didn’t come, Ron looked at the girl beside him in wonder. “Isn’t she going to yell about Hogwarts?” he asked.
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “I changed the wording before I handed it to her! All she thought it said was ‘you just worry about not doing anything to upset your mother. Who would have thought that having no adults who care about you would come in handy?’ Did you honestly think I would have let her find out that way?”
“Hermione, you’re bloody brilliant!” Ron said, leaning over and kissing her. She seemed surprised at first, but then she kissed him back. The handful of kisses they had shared had all started similarly. One of them would lean over all of a sudden, and then the other would kiss them back.
Eventually they knew they would get around to talking about things between them, but for the moment, both were content to just surprise each other with the occasional kiss. There was some sort of unspoken agreement between them, that they wouldn’t date anyone else, and that they would start dating each other. Eventually.
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Harry had spent nearly as much time staring at Ginny as he had spent painting white walls an even brighter white. With her red hair pinned back messily, wearing one of his old t-shirts knotted just under her breasts, and a pair of skimpy cut off shorts, Ginny was the sexiest girl Harry had ever seen. She was working hard, and between them, they had finished almost all Harry’s chores in one morning. They’d eaten a quick lunch and then started to paint.
They would be done soon, and Harry planned to cook a big celebratory supper for them both the next night. With that in mind, he stopped staring and went back to painting. A short while later, they put down their brushes. Ginny cleaned them up as Harry made them both salads and sandwiches. They had agreed to keep it simple tonight because they were both tired. After they had eaten, they sat comfortably in the kitchen holding hands and talking. Both looked puzzled when the doorbell rang. Ginny sat on the bottom of the steps, where she wouldn’t be seen as Harry opened the door.
She jumped up a moment later when Harry exclaimed “Ron! Hermione!” in a stunned voice.
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Harry and Ginny ate a good meal that they prepared together that first night, laughing all the while. It felt deliciously forbidden and entirely right for both of them to be spending time alone together, cooking for each other and talking about light subjects. They both knew that time to just talk freely was likely to be limited while Ginny’s family thought that she and Harry were on the outs, which was the most regrettable, but entirely essential element of their plot. Still, they could pretend in this house that there was no Voldemort, no war and that Ginny’s family knew where she was and were all thrilled that she was spending time with the boy she loved. They weren’t fifteen and sixteen; they were adults who loved each other.
Maybe it was the feeling of domestic rightness that led them to forget about the sleeping bag Harry had laid out on the floor of his bedroom for himself, and instead fell together to his bed. They had decided to turn in early, get up first thing in the morning and get all the chores done so they could spend the rest of the week together with nothing looming over them. After much friendly argument, Harry had agreed to let Ginny help him so that they could finish everything quickly.
Alas, they had forgotten going to sleep early, along with the sleeping bag, and were well on the way to occupying themselves all night long in the small bed.
Ginny’s clothes were almost entirely off, and Harry’s were nearly gone as well, when a loud hooting interrupted. Both sprang apart like the guilty teens they suddenly were again and looked around the room to see Ron’s owl, Pig, twittering and perched atop Hedwig’s cage. Both groaned, but their thoughtless oblivion was shattered, and they pulled their clothes on again. Harry relieved the small owl of his burden and stared down at Ron’s messy scrawl, hating that his best friend could tear him away from Ginny without even knowing they were together.
‘Dear Harry,
‘Ginny’s gone for a week, and I was thinking you might like to spend some time here before she gets back. Of course the Order will want to send you back there until your birthday, but I thought you might like a bit of sanity and people you don’t hate.’
‘Hermione’s coming, and she says she’s nearly done the book you wanted her to read. Anyway, owl when you know when you want to be picked up.’
Ron’
Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He showed the note to Ginny, who emitted a sound that was half groan, half laugh. “That’s my idiot of a brother! Write him back and say that you’re staying right here. I worked too hard to get you to myself to let you go that easily.”
“What if I want to go?” asked Harry, just to be contrary.
“Well, then you’ll not get the special surprise I planned, now will you?” asked Ginny with a wink.
“That settles it. I’m gone,” Harry said with a smile, “I’ve hated surprises ever since Dudley and his gang surprised me with a broken arm for my eighth birthday.”
Ginny instantly forgot everything else, and gave him a hug, asking what they could possibly have done to break his arm when they were so young. “Well, they only meant to bruise me a little. They got in a circle around me, and Dudley went on about being so sorry that he had forgotten to get me a present and then they started pushing. I managed to run and climb the monkey bars, but then one of them climbed up after and pushed me off. But,” Harry said, shrugging off the past injury, “What should I tell your brother to keep him away? Won’t it seem weird if I suddenly want to spend time with my cousin?”
“Well, just tell him that they’ve gone on a bit of a trip, and left you a bunch of chores that you have to get done. Ron knows that you’ll really be in for it, if you don’t do them,” offered Ginny, rummaging for a nightshirt in her bag and coming out with a bright orange shirt that had once belonged to Ron. “You write back, I’ll go change. I’m ready for some sleep.”
While Ginny was gone, Harry sat down and wrote to Ron.
‘Ron,
‘I’d like to stay with you, but the Dursleys went to visit Uncle Vernon’s sister, and left me with a bunch of things to do. If I don’t do the chores, there's no telling what the Dursleys will do. They might kick me out, and you know Dumbledore wanted me to stay here until my birthday.’
‘Pathetic, isn’t it? The bloody ‘boy who lived’ worrying about being kicked out of this stupid house by a man he hates. Imagine what they would say in the papers. How can a boy who’s afraid to upset his uncle save our world?’
‘Anyway, it’s not so bad here without the Dursleys. I’ll see you at the wedding, but I think Dumbledore would have wanted me to stay.’
‘I’ll plan for our trip, and you get to worry about telling your mum that you’re not going back for seventh year. Who would have thought that having no adults who care about you would come in handy?’
Harry’
He nearly scratched out the bit about being pathetic, as well as the last line. He had meant it a bit of a joke, but Harry wasn’t sure how Ron would take it. But then Ginny came back and Harry decided just to send Pig on his way.
After all, Ron knew Harry well enough to know that he didn’t really think he had no one. Harry had the Weasleys and Hermione, and a few members of the order. And, most importantly, he had Ginny.
Of course, they were the only two people who knew that he had her, but still, Ron knew that Harry wouldn’t put something that revealing in a letter.
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“Mum, we can’t leave him there on his own!” cried Ron in despair.
“Harry said he didn’t want to come until the wedding. It sounds as though he wants to be left alone!” argued the red haired mother.
“Would you feel that way if he hadn’t broken up with Ginny?” asked Ron, clearly upset.
“I- well, maybe not, but Ginny has been so sad…” stammered Mrs Weasley.
“Harry, too, mum.” Ron told her.
When the older woman’s face softened, Hermione stepped forward with a bit of parchment in her hand. “Read this, Mrs Weasley, and I think you’ll see that Harry really can’t be left on his own.”
Ron stared at horror at the letter Harry had sent him, unable to believe Hermione had just handed it to his mother. He hadn’t even told her about their plans for next year! Now she was going to find out from someone else! He was without a doubt doomed, and it was all the fault of his two best friends.
“Alright, go pack you two,” Mrs Weasley said, handing the parchment to Hermione, her eyes watery.
Hermione towed Ron to the stairwell, as he waited for the explosion. When it didn’t come, Ron looked at the girl beside him in wonder. “Isn’t she going to yell about Hogwarts?” he asked.
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “I changed the wording before I handed it to her! All she thought it said was ‘you just worry about not doing anything to upset your mother. Who would have thought that having no adults who care about you would come in handy?’ Did you honestly think I would have let her find out that way?”
“Hermione, you’re bloody brilliant!” Ron said, leaning over and kissing her. She seemed surprised at first, but then she kissed him back. The handful of kisses they had shared had all started similarly. One of them would lean over all of a sudden, and then the other would kiss them back.
Eventually they knew they would get around to talking about things between them, but for the moment, both were content to just surprise each other with the occasional kiss. There was some sort of unspoken agreement between them, that they wouldn’t date anyone else, and that they would start dating each other. Eventually.
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Harry had spent nearly as much time staring at Ginny as he had spent painting white walls an even brighter white. With her red hair pinned back messily, wearing one of his old t-shirts knotted just under her breasts, and a pair of skimpy cut off shorts, Ginny was the sexiest girl Harry had ever seen. She was working hard, and between them, they had finished almost all Harry’s chores in one morning. They’d eaten a quick lunch and then started to paint.
They would be done soon, and Harry planned to cook a big celebratory supper for them both the next night. With that in mind, he stopped staring and went back to painting. A short while later, they put down their brushes. Ginny cleaned them up as Harry made them both salads and sandwiches. They had agreed to keep it simple tonight because they were both tired. After they had eaten, they sat comfortably in the kitchen holding hands and talking. Both looked puzzled when the doorbell rang. Ginny sat on the bottom of the steps, where she wouldn’t be seen as Harry opened the door.
She jumped up a moment later when Harry exclaimed “Ron! Hermione!” in a stunned voice.
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