Harry tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting impatiently. Hermione was coming over to help him unpack, but so was Ginny. He looked around his new, small apartment. The empty, bare walls surrounded him, his head swirling with emotions. Ever since he and Hermione had broke up, they're had been a difference in their friendship; a small divide came inbetween them. He hadn't seen Ginny since the last day at Hogwarts, where he noticed she wasn't just Ron's sister anymore. She was growing up, and so was he, and he didn't know how to take that. The clock struck 12, they would arrive any second.
He stared at the door, any second now..he thought to himself. BANG, the door itself vibrated seconds afterward, Harry ran to the door, preparing himself for what was behind it. Slowly he opened it, not opening his eyes until it was fully open. When he did, the shining vision of Hermione gazed into his eyes, grinning happily.
"Harry! It's so lovely to see you again!" She said, hugging him tightly. Harry was a bit taken aback, not expecting such happiness. He noticed Ginny, he face hidden partially from a woolen hat atop her head, her straight red hair shining in the sun. "Hi Harry." She spoke quietly, only her words heard, her face covered by Hermione releasing him from the enbrace.
"I brought some butterbeer, in case you get sick of us." Hermione said, walking into the apartment. Ginny shivered.
"It's bloody cold out there!" Ginny yelled, grabbing a bottle from Hermione's hand. Harry had never seen Ginny drink, he realized when she did, she drank in one gulp.
"Nice place, Harro. Where's your bathroom?" Hermione said, sitting down the case of butterbeer on his desk.
"Erm, down the hall." He pointed, Hermione nodded and exited, leaving Harry staring at Ginny, and then he realized, she was staring too.
Ginny nervously took the last sip of her butterbeer, noticing Harry also looked a bit nervous.
"I havn't seen you in awhile." she said, sitting her empty bottle on the table.
"Yeah, not since the last day at Hogwarts." Harry gulped, pondering what he would say next. "You look very nice." Ginny blushed.
"Thanks, Harry." she fiddled with a string hanging off the end of her turtleneck, avoiding eye contact with him. She didn't know what she would say, she didn't want to take a chance, especially with Hermione so close. The heavy silence broke with the sound of the bathroom door opening.
"Harry, you could of at least unpacked your toliet paper!" Hermione said, emerging into the main room. Ginny giggled, Harry's stomach flipflopped, and Hermione looked at both of them.
"You didn't get drunk on butterbeer already, did you?" Hermione said, flopping into an empty chair.
"I have a high-tolerance, Herm, I'm not getting drunk on a six-pack of butterbeer." Harry said, brushing his floppy black hair backwards with his hand.
"Ginny, don't listen to him, he's full of it." Hermione said, throwing a pillow from the chair at Harry. Harry caught the pillow and shrugged. Ginny just stood there, still a bit pink in the cheeks.
"So how big is your apartment, Harry?" Ginny asked softly. Harry stood up and started towards the hallway.
"C'mon, I'll give you the grand tour of Chateau A La Potter."
He stared at the door, any second now..he thought to himself. BANG, the door itself vibrated seconds afterward, Harry ran to the door, preparing himself for what was behind it. Slowly he opened it, not opening his eyes until it was fully open. When he did, the shining vision of Hermione gazed into his eyes, grinning happily.
"Harry! It's so lovely to see you again!" She said, hugging him tightly. Harry was a bit taken aback, not expecting such happiness. He noticed Ginny, he face hidden partially from a woolen hat atop her head, her straight red hair shining in the sun. "Hi Harry." She spoke quietly, only her words heard, her face covered by Hermione releasing him from the enbrace.
"I brought some butterbeer, in case you get sick of us." Hermione said, walking into the apartment. Ginny shivered.
"It's bloody cold out there!" Ginny yelled, grabbing a bottle from Hermione's hand. Harry had never seen Ginny drink, he realized when she did, she drank in one gulp.
"Nice place, Harro. Where's your bathroom?" Hermione said, sitting down the case of butterbeer on his desk.
"Erm, down the hall." He pointed, Hermione nodded and exited, leaving Harry staring at Ginny, and then he realized, she was staring too.
Ginny nervously took the last sip of her butterbeer, noticing Harry also looked a bit nervous.
"I havn't seen you in awhile." she said, sitting her empty bottle on the table.
"Yeah, not since the last day at Hogwarts." Harry gulped, pondering what he would say next. "You look very nice." Ginny blushed.
"Thanks, Harry." she fiddled with a string hanging off the end of her turtleneck, avoiding eye contact with him. She didn't know what she would say, she didn't want to take a chance, especially with Hermione so close. The heavy silence broke with the sound of the bathroom door opening.
"Harry, you could of at least unpacked your toliet paper!" Hermione said, emerging into the main room. Ginny giggled, Harry's stomach flipflopped, and Hermione looked at both of them.
"You didn't get drunk on butterbeer already, did you?" Hermione said, flopping into an empty chair.
"I have a high-tolerance, Herm, I'm not getting drunk on a six-pack of butterbeer." Harry said, brushing his floppy black hair backwards with his hand.
"Ginny, don't listen to him, he's full of it." Hermione said, throwing a pillow from the chair at Harry. Harry caught the pillow and shrugged. Ginny just stood there, still a bit pink in the cheeks.
"So how big is your apartment, Harry?" Ginny asked softly. Harry stood up and started towards the hallway.
"C'mon, I'll give you the grand tour of Chateau A La Potter."