Summary: It's back to the Burrow we go, and Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron
come to some realizations about themselves. Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron.
A/N: I know, I know you're all probably sick of reading these things by now! But I'm going to write it anyway. Questions? Comments? Concerns? E- mail me at chickwithgun2005@earthlink.net. Thanks!
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling, scholastic, WB and such do, though (and I have inevitably given them a great deal of money).
~*~ Blind to the Truth ~*~
Chapter One: The Mediator
~*~
"Ron, you great prat, leave me alone!" Ginny finally shouted at her brother.
Ron frowned. "What's the matter with you?"
Ginny's eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed slightly once, but no sound came out. 'What's the matter? What's the MATTER? Oooh, that.'
Ginny spun on her heel, her hands clenched, ran to her room and slammed the door. Ginny didn't usually act this way, but Ron had pushed her way too far this time. She sat down at her desk and picked up the last letter Hermione had sent her.
'Dear Ginny,
Ron isn't sending me any letters because I told him to stop annoying me about Victor. He's denying it! Honestly! If he can't accept that, then he could never accept.oh, nevermind. Just tell that brother of yours that I'm not going to send one more letter to him unless he apologizes. He's being terribly rude. I'd tell him what's going on if he wasn't being so awful about it!
Love from Hermione'
Ginny sighed. Hermione's past five letters were almost exactly the same. She understood that her brother's very close friend (maybe a bit more than that) was being completely ignored, and that her brother was being an absolute pain, but for over a week now she had been 'the mediator' as she liked to say. And, quite frankly, she was sick of it.
There was a knock on the door. Ginny sighed, as she instinctively knew who it was. She got up from her creaky chair, stretched for a moment, then went to open the door, regaining her composure.
Ron blinked at her. He was slightly red in the face, and he quickly looked down at his feet. Ginny didn't know it, but the way she stood, hands on her hips, her eyes ablaze, reminded he and everyone else of Mrs. Weasley. The fiery red hair didn't help either. Ron might have been much taller than Ginny, but her presence easily weighed it down. Ron sniffed. The air was dusky, and a sense of foreboding hung in the air. Ginny felt the urge to chew her nails, but kept herself from doing so.
"Erm" Ron said nervously, breaking the silence. "Ginny, I'm sorry."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "What are you sorry for?"
Ron twisted his hands. She had caught him, just as many strong women before her had done to the opposite sex.
"Could you tell me?" Ron said tentatively, almost feeling the flames of Ginny's wrath burning him.
Ginny's fists shook, and she took a deep breath. "I'm sick of going back and forth between you and Hermione. If you just apologized-"
"For what?" Ron snapped, regaining his stance. "I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just looking out for her. And if she can't appreciate it-"
"RONALD WEASLEY! VIRGINIA WEASLEY! IF I HEAR YOU TWO YELLING ONE MORE TIME, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!"
They had both jumped, their hearts pounding so fast that Ron clutched his chest and Ginny gripped a railing near the stairs. Once she caught her breath, she went strait to her room, closing the door softly. She turned to look out her window. The twins were practicing Quidditch out in the back. The sun was starting to set, and the clouds were gold and pink. She sighed and sat back down at her desk. Then it struck her.
She needed to write to somebody. Anybody. Well, not anybody. Her mother? No, then she'd be risking Ron's friendship for sure, and she didn't want Hermione to feel uncomfortable. There was also the risk that Hermione's parents would find out, and Ginny didn't think that was good.and what about the twins? They'd torture the living daylight out of Ron for sure. She could completely forget her father.he was working really hard these days, what with Voldemort's return. Ginny frowned. How could Fudge NOT believe Harry? It was so-
'That's it!' Ginny thought, grinning. Then it dropped. 'But what if he thinks I still like him, and gets annoyed with me?'
'Ah' said a little voice in her head. 'But you DO still like him.'
Ginny sighed. She needed to talk to SOMEONE.she was pretty sure she'd go insane if she didn't. 'But Harry must know what's going on between them,' Ginny thought. 'After all, he is both their best friend. And he isn't thick like Ron. He'd know. He'd understand. He wouldn't be irritated with me.'
So Ginny pulled out a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and her quill.
'Dear Harry,
Hi! It's Ginny! Well, it's absolutely terrible over here, so I don't think you should be upset that you didn't get to come over right away. Ron is being a real prat. Which is why I am mailing you.it's about Ron and Hermione. They've been making me the mediator in their rows about ahem Victor Krum. I couldn't think of anyone else who would understand it all except you. Ron is so thick and blind! Have they been bothering you? I'm sorry, I just needed to talk to someone about this, before I go insane.
Ginny blinked. How to put the ending? Didn't Hermione always put "love from" at the end? Then it would be fine.
Love,
Ginny
Ginny let out a sigh and went out of her room to find Pig. To her surprise, he flew right into her face as she opened the door, and she screamed and fell over. He hooted maniacally, partly because he was scared too, partly because he was excited. Ginny took a deep breath and, with great difficulty, attached the letter to him.
"Take this to Harry" she told him, and he hooted happily, recalling his first receiver. He hopped out the window, and for a brief moment Ginny was afraid he had forgotten to flap his wings, but after a few seconds he rose up and flew into the distance. Ginny sighed, watching the sunset, wondering how long it would be before she got a response.
End of Chapter One
~*~
Please review!
A/N: I know, I know you're all probably sick of reading these things by now! But I'm going to write it anyway. Questions? Comments? Concerns? E- mail me at chickwithgun2005@earthlink.net. Thanks!
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling, scholastic, WB and such do, though (and I have inevitably given them a great deal of money).
~*~ Blind to the Truth ~*~
Chapter One: The Mediator
~*~
"Ron, you great prat, leave me alone!" Ginny finally shouted at her brother.
Ron frowned. "What's the matter with you?"
Ginny's eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed slightly once, but no sound came out. 'What's the matter? What's the MATTER? Oooh, that.'
Ginny spun on her heel, her hands clenched, ran to her room and slammed the door. Ginny didn't usually act this way, but Ron had pushed her way too far this time. She sat down at her desk and picked up the last letter Hermione had sent her.
'Dear Ginny,
Ron isn't sending me any letters because I told him to stop annoying me about Victor. He's denying it! Honestly! If he can't accept that, then he could never accept.oh, nevermind. Just tell that brother of yours that I'm not going to send one more letter to him unless he apologizes. He's being terribly rude. I'd tell him what's going on if he wasn't being so awful about it!
Love from Hermione'
Ginny sighed. Hermione's past five letters were almost exactly the same. She understood that her brother's very close friend (maybe a bit more than that) was being completely ignored, and that her brother was being an absolute pain, but for over a week now she had been 'the mediator' as she liked to say. And, quite frankly, she was sick of it.
There was a knock on the door. Ginny sighed, as she instinctively knew who it was. She got up from her creaky chair, stretched for a moment, then went to open the door, regaining her composure.
Ron blinked at her. He was slightly red in the face, and he quickly looked down at his feet. Ginny didn't know it, but the way she stood, hands on her hips, her eyes ablaze, reminded he and everyone else of Mrs. Weasley. The fiery red hair didn't help either. Ron might have been much taller than Ginny, but her presence easily weighed it down. Ron sniffed. The air was dusky, and a sense of foreboding hung in the air. Ginny felt the urge to chew her nails, but kept herself from doing so.
"Erm" Ron said nervously, breaking the silence. "Ginny, I'm sorry."
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "What are you sorry for?"
Ron twisted his hands. She had caught him, just as many strong women before her had done to the opposite sex.
"Could you tell me?" Ron said tentatively, almost feeling the flames of Ginny's wrath burning him.
Ginny's fists shook, and she took a deep breath. "I'm sick of going back and forth between you and Hermione. If you just apologized-"
"For what?" Ron snapped, regaining his stance. "I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just looking out for her. And if she can't appreciate it-"
"RONALD WEASLEY! VIRGINIA WEASLEY! IF I HEAR YOU TWO YELLING ONE MORE TIME, YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!"
They had both jumped, their hearts pounding so fast that Ron clutched his chest and Ginny gripped a railing near the stairs. Once she caught her breath, she went strait to her room, closing the door softly. She turned to look out her window. The twins were practicing Quidditch out in the back. The sun was starting to set, and the clouds were gold and pink. She sighed and sat back down at her desk. Then it struck her.
She needed to write to somebody. Anybody. Well, not anybody. Her mother? No, then she'd be risking Ron's friendship for sure, and she didn't want Hermione to feel uncomfortable. There was also the risk that Hermione's parents would find out, and Ginny didn't think that was good.and what about the twins? They'd torture the living daylight out of Ron for sure. She could completely forget her father.he was working really hard these days, what with Voldemort's return. Ginny frowned. How could Fudge NOT believe Harry? It was so-
'That's it!' Ginny thought, grinning. Then it dropped. 'But what if he thinks I still like him, and gets annoyed with me?'
'Ah' said a little voice in her head. 'But you DO still like him.'
Ginny sighed. She needed to talk to SOMEONE.she was pretty sure she'd go insane if she didn't. 'But Harry must know what's going on between them,' Ginny thought. 'After all, he is both their best friend. And he isn't thick like Ron. He'd know. He'd understand. He wouldn't be irritated with me.'
So Ginny pulled out a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and her quill.
'Dear Harry,
Hi! It's Ginny! Well, it's absolutely terrible over here, so I don't think you should be upset that you didn't get to come over right away. Ron is being a real prat. Which is why I am mailing you.it's about Ron and Hermione. They've been making me the mediator in their rows about ahem Victor Krum. I couldn't think of anyone else who would understand it all except you. Ron is so thick and blind! Have they been bothering you? I'm sorry, I just needed to talk to someone about this, before I go insane.
Ginny blinked. How to put the ending? Didn't Hermione always put "love from" at the end? Then it would be fine.
Love,
Ginny
Ginny let out a sigh and went out of her room to find Pig. To her surprise, he flew right into her face as she opened the door, and she screamed and fell over. He hooted maniacally, partly because he was scared too, partly because he was excited. Ginny took a deep breath and, with great difficulty, attached the letter to him.
"Take this to Harry" she told him, and he hooted happily, recalling his first receiver. He hopped out the window, and for a brief moment Ginny was afraid he had forgotten to flap his wings, but after a few seconds he rose up and flew into the distance. Ginny sighed, watching the sunset, wondering how long it would be before she got a response.
End of Chapter One
~*~
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