Chpt. 1- Meeting up again
Ginny smelled breakfast being made. She expected to be called any minute by her mother, seeing how they were already late. She had been in her room for an hour putting last minute things in her bag. She was trying to fine her wand when right at that moment, she shook. In fact, the whole house shook. Ginny opened her door and peered down the hallway. Seeing smoke coming from Fred and George's room she just went back into her room, knowing that he twin brothers were working on a new invention for their joke shop. "Ginny Weasley, you get down here" came the voice of Ginny's mother. "Why?" shouted Ginny. "Because we have guests and breakfast is ready. Now hurry up, we'll be leaving for the train soon." Seeing how she didn't want to upset her mother she went downstairs dressed in a cut-off tank top and some of Ron's old boxers. Whistling she went into the room to find Ron and worst of all, Harry!
Harry turned around and noticing Ginny, he smiled. His smile was warm and soft, leaving Ginny feeling like goo. Suddenly, as if being knocked out of it, Ginny smiled back politely feeling the color rise from her face. She was so embarrassed at how she was dressed she was sure Harry was thinking she was a slut. Ginny finally said hi to Harry and Ron breaking the awkward silence. "Hi, Ginny, how are you?" asked Harry, walking towards her. "F-fine" Ginny stuttered. Oh why did I have to stutter Ginny thought. Walking towards Harry, they each embraced one another as Ginny melted in his arms. His hugs were so gentle that she couldn't figure why nobody would like him. Eventually, Harry stepped back, letting Ron hug his sister. Harry couldn't help but stare at Ginny and her sle4nder body. She wasn't the little girl that he knew from last year. She had grown to be almost his height and had grown out her firery red hair. Her chest had filled out and the cut-off tank top revealed a thin but strong stomach. Ron's old, checkered boxers hung lightly on her hips and appeared to be cut too, revealing long, slender legs. She was gorgous.
Coming out of a hug with Ron, Ginny said quickly "I'll be right back." She4 walked out of the room then sighed. She knew that everyone knew about her cruish on Harry, including him. She didn't want this year to be like the last where she stood off in the corner keeping quiet and making sure Harry and her made as little contact as possible. NO, this year she would get a boyfriend, whether it was Harry or not. She did have a boyfriend last year but she never really liked him. She only did it so everyone would stop bugging her about liking Harry.
Slowly she walked up the stairs to her room thinking about what to wear. Once in her room, she pulled on some jeans that showed how long her legs were and looked for a shirt. Finally, finding a blue shirt that suited her, she finished getting her clothes together. Messily, she put her hair up into a ponytail and tied a light blue, shiny scarf around her hair. Pulling her bag off the bed she made her way downstairs, appropriately dressed now. "Mom, are we ready to go? We're gonna miss the train" asked Ginny. "But you haven't eaten breakfast yet" said her mother. "I'm really not that hungry" she said taking out her wand to lift the suitcase so she wouldn't have to carry it. "You 'eally shoul' eat" said Ron, with a mouthful of biscuits. "I'm fine, are we ready?" she asked again. "Well I suppose so…." Said Mrs. Weasley, and with a wave of her hand, the food was gone. "Hey" said Ron grabbing another biscuit before it disappeared.
Loading everyone's luggage into the small Weasley car took some time, but eventually they were on their way and soon in front of the train station. Ron, Mrs. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley went first through the wall. Ginny was about to get when a hand gravved her. "Here, I was able to grab a biscuit before Ron ate them all" said Harry, handing Ginny a biscuit. "Oh, thanks" said Ginny, blushing and taking the biscuit. "See ya there" said Harry rolling his cart through the wall. Ginny took a bite of the biscuit through her smiles and went through the wall.