Chapter 1- Weasleys & Wizard Wheezes
Their faces and clothes dirty, the survivors of the Second Battle of Hogwarts celebrated. It sounds crazy, but the magic folk wanted to burn the moment into history by getting drunk, not mourning their dead. Harry honestly didn't get it. So many friends, Family members, and Role Models had died and people still decided to party. He sat with Ron and Hermione in a corner, surrounded by adults drunk on Firewhiskey. Hermione and Ron were snagging, leaving Harry feeling like a third wheel. He was sitting, chin on hand, staring into space replaying the events of that night. Everything Dumbledore said, the sight of every dead body, the flashes of green that put them that permanent state, every stolen moment with Ginny…
Speaking of the smitten red head, she stood across the room, trying to get Harry's attention. When she finally managed to snap him out of his daydream, just one look at her told him what he needed to know.
I want to talk to you.
He stood up, not even excusing himself because he knew his friends wouldn't come up for air for at least an hour, and struggled through the crowds of people. When finally he stumbled out, Ginny was already waiting for him.
Her red hair glistened in the moonlight, giving her the appearance of an angel. After staring at her for a moment, and she him, they simultaneously rushed forward and greeted each other in a tight embrace.
"I thought you were dead. I honestly thought you were dead." She cried into his filthy sweater.
"I w-was." Harry replied, stuttering, "f-for a moment l-I was."
They stayed like that for many moments, just hugging in the middle of Hogsmeade at two in the morning. Oblivious to anyone inside the Three Broomsticks, they walked over to the joke shop. After using some borderline- illegal ways of getting in, they entered the shop.
"Fred loved this place." Ginny said, her eyes tearing up again.
"He did. Do you think George is going to continue running it?"
Ginny thought for a moment, "Yeah, I think Fred would want him to."
"He would."
And so the couple sat down, ironically right next to the love potion, and fell asleep.
A half an hour later, Ron and Hermione finally came up for air.
"Where the hell is Harry?" Hermione inquired, looking around.
"Probably in a corner with my bloody sister snogging." Ron replied, trying to get back to kissing Hermione.
"Ron stop, I don't see him and I'm seriously worried."
Ron sighed, "Fiiiine, let's go look for them. But you have to promise to erase the memory if we find them doing anything more than snogging." Ron's face became horror ridden at the thought.
Hermione giggled, "Don't worry, Ginny sensible. Now come on, let's go! There are still Death Eaters out there, even if Voldemort is dead." And they left.
After only a couple minutes of, holding hands, walking around Hogsmeade, and occasionally shouting Harry and Ginny's named across Hogsmeade, Hermione noticed the slightly opened door of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
"Look," she said, bumping Ron with her shoulder, "the Joke shop door is opened."
They drew their wands, and crept towards the shop. As they entered, and saw the lack of wreckage, they knew that no one had been in and, with one glance at each other, began to snog, rescue mission forgotten. They twirled around the shop, until Ron stumbled over the love potion table. He tumbled backwards, resulting with Hermione on top of him. They both laughed.
"Shhh" Hermione said through the giggles, "look."
Ron looked to the side to see Ginny sleeping, her head resting on an asleep Harry.
"I hate to say it, but Ron, they are perfect together."
"I suppose so. But it's still weird. You think it's safe to leave them here?"
"Safe enough. On the odd chance that Death Eaters attack them here, we'll know. Plus, Harry and Ginny can protect themselves."
So they got up and left for the Three Broomsticks.
"Ron stop, I don't see him and I'm seriously worried."
Ron sighed, "Fiiiine, let's go look. For them. But you have to promise to erase the memory of we find them doing anything more than snogging." Ron's face became horror ridden at the thought.
Hermione giggled, "Don't worry, Ginny sensible, even if Harry isn't. Now come on, let's go! There are still Death Eaters out there, even if Voldemort is dead." And they left.
"Hello, dear lovebirds! It's George, you know, the owner of the shop you sleep in last night!" This was what woke Harry and Ginny up the next morning, George's voice sounded through the shop.
"Up up up! I have to open this store, and I can't do that if my sister and her boyfriend are sleeping next to our ever-popular love potions!"
"Ginny," Harry shook her, "Ginny, wake up."
She grunted, "Why?"
"George just kicked us out." He replied, "His message was oddly specific."
Ginny seemed to wake up very quickly when Harry had said George's name. "Come on, let's go then!" Harry, stood and pulled her up. Then they hurried out of the store, Ginny giggling along the way.
"Ahh, Young love." said George from his perch on the catwalk.
A/N: Hello Humans! This is my first public fanfic, so go easy on me, please. Review, though. Reviews are good, just be nice. If you have something you want to happen, PM me and I'll try to put it in but I already have the basic outline for the story. Also, if I ever end up not posting for months and I haven't said I finished the story or given up on it, PM me and I'll try to update if I can. If I can't, I'll tell you with tears in my eyes.
Peace,
K
