The Words of the Unspoken
Chapter 1: Motherly Love
Ginny Weasley woke up from her daydream in the ice cream shop of Hogsmeade. She was staying in her twin brother's, Fred and George, flat. Her best friend, Ana Rodriguez, was thoroughly obsessed with Ginny's brother Ron. Ana kept snapping Ginny out of her daydreams with smart comments like, "Hey There! Just realized your brother's a better catch than a leprechaun!" Ana wasn't your typical Spanish gal; she had long strawberry-blond hair and light freckles. Ana was constantly messing with her hair; it went down to her waist .The funny thing was that Ginny was more Spanish than Ana; she had a nice butt or at least she was told. Ana was so jealous of that, and that she lived with Ron. She always knew exactly what Ginny was thinking, but never said it straight out.
Ana blurted out, "Still pissed you haven't met Mr. Wonderful yet!?" Ok, maybe she did say things straight out, Ginny thought. It was true that Ginny hadn't had a boyfriend since Dean Thomas at the beginning of last year. It was going to be Dean's last year this year, so she dumped him so he wouldn't be tied down, or at least that was her excuse. She hadn't had a boyfriend since. It wasn't that Ginny was ugly; it was that she always found all the boys she liked too boring and never really felt a connection between them. They always just told her how pretty she was and how lucky they were. She wanted a boy that would make her laugh and not always agree with her every choice, even if it was the wrong choice. She wanted an intelligent boy who was into the things that she liked: punk rock, guitar, and song writing; but she also wanted a boy that could see that she wasn't perfect and one she could see that wasn't perfect. She wanted to debate about topics and have secret lovers' jokes and signals. A boy who could know what she was thinking without asking. She wanted a boy like that, so naturally she was single.
*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, at the Burrow, Ron sat in front of the mirror. He messed with his red hair that he now spiked up, Ginny's idea, and had to duck to see his face. Ron was tall and built. He had chiseled abs and very nice biceps. He really looked good, but he didn't think so. He was topless and seemed to be looking for something on his chest.
"You're not gunna find anything there, sweetie. You now, some men never get chest hair."
"Oh shut up you stupid mirror!" Ron yelled.
"Well that's awfully nice of you!"
Ron stormed out of the room frustrated. He would never get a girl. If you don't start to look older all the girls are gunna think you're a first year. Ron always thought about girls. Always. Ever since Hermoine turned him down last summer he wanted to have another girl in his life. He didn't hold it against Hermoine, she told him how she really liked Harry and that she might be in love with him. When that was said, Ron realized he only asked Hermoine out because that was expected of him; he really didn't like her like that.
*~*~*~*
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his large, spacious bedroom in complete confusion. He didn't want to hang out with his 'friends'. He hated the way that all they could talk about was the Dark Side and killing mudbloods. He could care less now. He wanted to have an intelligent conversation with someone. While he sat there for hours looking at his dark, stone bedroom and how the light came in to look like slits of brightness, like snake eyes, he made a resolution. He couldn't take it any more. He would go out of his comfort zone to find someone who could help him. But who? He dare not talk to a Hugglepuff; they would probably jump him before he got the second word out. He had been so mean to them for the past few years; he was surprised that he could still go in the hallways without getting a fist flown at him. Many people did fear him though, or more like feared his bodyguards; but they were gone now. They failed last year so badly; Professor Snape said it would be a disgrace to Slytherin to even show up this year. The only people, who didn't fear him, were those brave and foolish bloody Gryffindors. Draco actually admired them, but he dare not say so.
Draco got back on track to his original thought. Who would understand how he was feeling? Who would understand what it was like to be brainwashed to act a certain way against their will? Who?
"DRACO!"
Oh no, father. *~*~*~*
"Hey Gin, lets go to see Laurella!"
"Yea sure, but make sure Laurella's there this time; I hate that other Seer. She is so fake." What could cheer her up more that the famous: 'Someone close to you will face great danger.' Phrase? Hmm. wonder who that could be?!?
Ginny was tired of going to the Seers. Ana made her go there every day for the slight chance that the cards would read: Best friend's brother- Red hair- Love. Even if it did,
Ana stood no chance. He hadn't even noticed Ana. Ron had finally grown, though he didn't know it, into his looks and girls were flocking after him. The only girls who didn't were of course Ginny, Hermoine, and the Slytherin girls, except for Blaise Zambini, which always flirted with Ron, but would never admit it.
The two girls threw away their trash and started heading down the road to The Seer Shop. Inside the shop, there was a bright array of pinks, purples, golds, and blues. Along the wall, it had magnificent pictures of different fortunes like riches, love, and death. But near the back, beyond all the colorful cushions and curtains a teenage girl sat. Her pale skin and silver hair stood out like beacons in the colorful room. Her name was Laurella.
Laurella was a true Seer, unlike Professor Trelawney who just made it sound good or gruesome. The catch was that she would only tell the truth to her friends. Luckily enough, those friends were Ginny and Ana. Laurella Rickenbon was in their year; she just worked at The Seer Shop as a summer job. Usually, Laurella would tell them things like, "A friend would come back," or "Watch your step on the way out, Ginny."
Ginny always was quite clumsy. Today, Lauralla and Ana pushed Ginny into getting her fortune read, even thought she never liked to. She picked one card. Its said Young Girl Of Seven. I've never seen that card before. Then a card of Love.. But I don't even have a guy. Then a very strange card that said transfer of power. How does that go together?
"But Ginny's not seven!" Ana pointed out.
"I'm the seventh child in my family. and the only girl."
Lauralla suddenly realized, "The Flower of Six Thorns!"
"WHAT?!?!" Ginny and Ana said in unison.
"The Flower of Six Thorns. In the ancient times, a family had six sons and needed a daughter they could marry off to get the wedding pay.. You know a dowry, what a groom pays to the girl's family to marry her. Well, usually for Muggles that is it was the other way around, but for magic folk the guy pays for the girl. Anyway, one day the woman was out in the garden and she came upon bushels of thorns, six bushels. So she set a charm that she would have a girl and whomever the girl said she would love would have sorcerer's powers transferred to them. All the girl had to do was say 'I love you' to a man she truly loved and he would have power. This made the girl worth a lot of money. But this was also a curse. Many men set love potions on her and used her to get power; all her life she was miserable. The charm did not work if she was under a love potion but if she fell in love with a man, the first man she fell in love with and said the magic words would get the powers even if he didn't love her. When the girl's heart was broken, she realized what happened. She then cursed all families who had six sons and then a daughter, that she would be the Flower of Six Thorns. That is all according to legend. You must not tell anyone for your own protection."
Ginny spoke up, "But my mother is the seventh child and only daughter and my father isn't a sorcerer."
"Was your father the first man she said she loved?"
Ginny remembered earlier that summer when her mother had given her 'the talk' and talked about her first boyfriend Tom and how he had dumped her right after she told him she loved him. He used her. He was a few years older than she was, maybe two.
*~*~*~*
Draco went down the long and winding hallways to his father's study. He passed by many paintings of Malfoy's and friends. Whenever he went past Uric the Oddball, who always shouted that Draco was just like him as a lad, he always cursed at the fact he was related to Uric the Oddball. What an embarrassment.
He remembered what his mother told him about a secret compartment in her powder room that had her will in it. Draco thought this was silly because she didn't own anything; his father owned everything.
As Draco was nearing his father's study, he heard the voice of his father talking to his mother. His father had a cruel, malicious voice that sent shivers up your spine. He was a powerful man that almost no one would stand up to, except perhaps that stupid family the Weasleys and of course everyone's favorite Potter. Draco feared his father. He always punished Draco for no reason and wouldn't ever, EVER let Draco get attached to anything.
Once Draco mentioned that he thought a Ravenclaw girl was quite nice to him and he liked her. As soon as the words left his mouth his father said that a boy should marry a girl because of their appearance and not actually like them. He said that like leads to love, and love is a weakness he would not tolerate. That was a year ago.
Draco entered his father's study and found his mother, Narcissa, on the floor crying and on top of her was his father, Lucius pointing his wand at his mother.
"Ah Draco, I would like to show you what happens when people have emotions and do not support you," his father said in a quite calm voice.
He got up and his mother started to run for the door. She was about a foot away from Draco when his father shouted, "CRUCIO!"
Narcissa fell to the floor screaming.
*~*~*~*
The summer had past so fast for Hermoine. She was in Bulgaria visiting Viktor. Viktor and her were no longer dating, but that didn't hold them back from a snogging or two. She really didn't like Viktor, but he had asked her to stay over the summer and her crush didn't notice her yet after 6 years! And she was feeling a little desperate.
She thought of Harry, her darling Harry. Of his jet-black hair that topped his head so messily but yet so elegantly; those bright green eyes that made her knees buckle, she loved everything about him. He was so brave and so great he didn't know it. She couldn't live without him.
"Herm-o-ninny?"
"Yes Viktor?"
" You love him. Don't you?
*~*~*~*
Draco stood there for about five minutes. It was the longest five minutes in his life. He dare not show any sign of emotion unless he wanted the same thing as his mother. After a few minutes, her body stopped twitching.
"WHY FATHER?"
"Your mother betrayed me to that creature Lupin. She was conspiring against me and was planning to 'save' you and herself. She chose the wrong side, Draco. She chose the losing side, so I decided to make her lose my way."
"She was my mother."
"And nothing more than a bitch who gave birth to you. Right?" He raised his wand toward Draco daring him to disagree.
"Yes father."
Draco wanted to KILL him. How could he do that? He lived with this woman for 18 years and threw her away in a heartbeat. He didn't even care. His father was truly the product of his own parenting. Draco was taught not to love, not at all; just like his father.
*~*~*~*
A large barn owl flew in and pecked Harry on the head, waking him up.
"I know Aunt Petunia, but I slept late so I wouldn't have to go with you to Dudley's birthday," He said sleepily.
Harry then opened his eyes and realized what woke him up. It was a school owl. Hogwarts Letters. Harry carefully unattached the letter from the owl and sent it on its way.
Harry looked down. There were two letters. He opened the first one and found his regular Hogwarts letter and seventh year supply list.
Harry was nervous as he opened the second letter. It was from Professor McGonagall.
Dear Harry,
Congratulations! Last year, you were voted by your fellow teammates as Captain! You must write to the Weasley twins for your badge. They didn't give it back last year.
Harry remembered the twins saying they were going to split the badge in half since they were co-captains.
Also I just wanted to give you a heads up that Hermoine made Head Girl and Ron didn't make Head Boy. Your father would be proud.
Love sincerely,
Prof. Minerva McGonagall
Harry folded the letter and stored it away. He was very pleased with himself being captain, but also disappointed that Ron didn't get Head Boy. I wonder who did?
*~*~*~*
Mother would've been proud. You made Head Boy. The only down side is you have to do it with that stupid Mudblood Granger. No not Mudblood, Draco, just simply muggle born. Draco tried to get himself out of the habit of saying Mudblood. It just wasn't right to him anymore.
Draco once again went up to his room so his father didn't have to see him cry. He called her a bitch. That would make me a son of a bitch. Ironic. But Draco didn't want to be like that anymore. He wanted to make friends that weren't power obsessed. He wanted to have real friends.
*~*~*~*
As it was every summer since fourth year, the Weasley's came to pick Harry up. Uncle Vernon made them come in the middle of the night and forced Harry to sleep outdoors. The Weasley's came as usual, in the flying car. They hadn't attempted the fireplace since his fourth year, but this time Ginny was driving and she was alone.
"Hey, sorry Ron and the twins got tied up with stuff at the joke shop and couldn't come."
"At two in the morning?"
"They are open late." Oh please don't suspect anything.
"Ok, Ginny. How are you?" He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Fine! Hop in!" Ginny was glad she already got over her feelings for Harry, if not her face would've matched Ron's hair.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine said her good-byes to Viktor and grabbed a handful of Floo Power. She would have to go through the International Floo Network to get to her destination. She stepped into the fireplace and said, "International Floo Hub of Bulgaria."
Green flames burst around her. They tickled her while she spun in the air. The color of the flames reminded her of Harry's eyes. Harry's eyes. She fell with a thump of the floor of a very dark and busy-looking building. It looked to have a circular staircase for miles. She looked out in front of her and saw that her floor was labeled Bulgaria. She quickly checked the directory and found her floor.
*~*~*~*
Harry forgot how little he was older than Ginny. She was sixteen now and legally could drive. She sure did look different than he remembered. She had long auburn hair that was so straight she didn't need a brush. It waved and glistened with her every movement. She had grown tanner over the summer and Harry saw she was wearing a quite short skirt. Her legs were so long and perfect. They looked so smooth. I hope Hermoine looks this good; then I'm in heaven.
"So. have you talked to Hermoine lately?"
"Yea, she's up at Viktor's cottage. ALL ALONE without his parents."
"WHAT?!?!" Harry yelled.
"I love to spite you, Harry. Yes, she is all-alone up there with him but nothing has happened. Hermoine isn't like that. She doesn't like him like that."
"SO talking about who Hermoine likes, you wouldn't happen to know who would you?"
"Oh Harry you sly devil! It's not my place to tell. WHY do you ask?"
"Just Curious."
Harry and Ginny pulled up to the Burrow. How Harry loved the Burrow?! It stood only by magic and inside it was so spacious! He missed it so much. Oddly enough all the lights were off.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine was so excited about seeing Ron and Harry and Ginny and the twins and the rest of the Weasley's. She finally found the right fireplace. She took some of the floo powder she bought and threw it down saying, "The Burrow!"
*~*~*~*
Ginny opened the front door and Harry followed.
"I guess they aren't back yet. Let's go into the living room to watch the TV Dad just got rigged to work in magic places as well. He's magiced a whole bundle of things."
Harry went into the living room first and suddenly there was a burst of green flame and suddenly someone tackled him to the ground.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Cliffe. AH! Too bad there's the next chapter with a click of a button. ?
Chapter 1: Motherly Love
Ginny Weasley woke up from her daydream in the ice cream shop of Hogsmeade. She was staying in her twin brother's, Fred and George, flat. Her best friend, Ana Rodriguez, was thoroughly obsessed with Ginny's brother Ron. Ana kept snapping Ginny out of her daydreams with smart comments like, "Hey There! Just realized your brother's a better catch than a leprechaun!" Ana wasn't your typical Spanish gal; she had long strawberry-blond hair and light freckles. Ana was constantly messing with her hair; it went down to her waist .The funny thing was that Ginny was more Spanish than Ana; she had a nice butt or at least she was told. Ana was so jealous of that, and that she lived with Ron. She always knew exactly what Ginny was thinking, but never said it straight out.
Ana blurted out, "Still pissed you haven't met Mr. Wonderful yet!?" Ok, maybe she did say things straight out, Ginny thought. It was true that Ginny hadn't had a boyfriend since Dean Thomas at the beginning of last year. It was going to be Dean's last year this year, so she dumped him so he wouldn't be tied down, or at least that was her excuse. She hadn't had a boyfriend since. It wasn't that Ginny was ugly; it was that she always found all the boys she liked too boring and never really felt a connection between them. They always just told her how pretty she was and how lucky they were. She wanted a boy that would make her laugh and not always agree with her every choice, even if it was the wrong choice. She wanted an intelligent boy who was into the things that she liked: punk rock, guitar, and song writing; but she also wanted a boy that could see that she wasn't perfect and one she could see that wasn't perfect. She wanted to debate about topics and have secret lovers' jokes and signals. A boy who could know what she was thinking without asking. She wanted a boy like that, so naturally she was single.
*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, at the Burrow, Ron sat in front of the mirror. He messed with his red hair that he now spiked up, Ginny's idea, and had to duck to see his face. Ron was tall and built. He had chiseled abs and very nice biceps. He really looked good, but he didn't think so. He was topless and seemed to be looking for something on his chest.
"You're not gunna find anything there, sweetie. You now, some men never get chest hair."
"Oh shut up you stupid mirror!" Ron yelled.
"Well that's awfully nice of you!"
Ron stormed out of the room frustrated. He would never get a girl. If you don't start to look older all the girls are gunna think you're a first year. Ron always thought about girls. Always. Ever since Hermoine turned him down last summer he wanted to have another girl in his life. He didn't hold it against Hermoine, she told him how she really liked Harry and that she might be in love with him. When that was said, Ron realized he only asked Hermoine out because that was expected of him; he really didn't like her like that.
*~*~*~*
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his large, spacious bedroom in complete confusion. He didn't want to hang out with his 'friends'. He hated the way that all they could talk about was the Dark Side and killing mudbloods. He could care less now. He wanted to have an intelligent conversation with someone. While he sat there for hours looking at his dark, stone bedroom and how the light came in to look like slits of brightness, like snake eyes, he made a resolution. He couldn't take it any more. He would go out of his comfort zone to find someone who could help him. But who? He dare not talk to a Hugglepuff; they would probably jump him before he got the second word out. He had been so mean to them for the past few years; he was surprised that he could still go in the hallways without getting a fist flown at him. Many people did fear him though, or more like feared his bodyguards; but they were gone now. They failed last year so badly; Professor Snape said it would be a disgrace to Slytherin to even show up this year. The only people, who didn't fear him, were those brave and foolish bloody Gryffindors. Draco actually admired them, but he dare not say so.
Draco got back on track to his original thought. Who would understand how he was feeling? Who would understand what it was like to be brainwashed to act a certain way against their will? Who?
"DRACO!"
Oh no, father. *~*~*~*
"Hey Gin, lets go to see Laurella!"
"Yea sure, but make sure Laurella's there this time; I hate that other Seer. She is so fake." What could cheer her up more that the famous: 'Someone close to you will face great danger.' Phrase? Hmm. wonder who that could be?!?
Ginny was tired of going to the Seers. Ana made her go there every day for the slight chance that the cards would read: Best friend's brother- Red hair- Love. Even if it did,
Ana stood no chance. He hadn't even noticed Ana. Ron had finally grown, though he didn't know it, into his looks and girls were flocking after him. The only girls who didn't were of course Ginny, Hermoine, and the Slytherin girls, except for Blaise Zambini, which always flirted with Ron, but would never admit it.
The two girls threw away their trash and started heading down the road to The Seer Shop. Inside the shop, there was a bright array of pinks, purples, golds, and blues. Along the wall, it had magnificent pictures of different fortunes like riches, love, and death. But near the back, beyond all the colorful cushions and curtains a teenage girl sat. Her pale skin and silver hair stood out like beacons in the colorful room. Her name was Laurella.
Laurella was a true Seer, unlike Professor Trelawney who just made it sound good or gruesome. The catch was that she would only tell the truth to her friends. Luckily enough, those friends were Ginny and Ana. Laurella Rickenbon was in their year; she just worked at The Seer Shop as a summer job. Usually, Laurella would tell them things like, "A friend would come back," or "Watch your step on the way out, Ginny."
Ginny always was quite clumsy. Today, Lauralla and Ana pushed Ginny into getting her fortune read, even thought she never liked to. She picked one card. Its said Young Girl Of Seven. I've never seen that card before. Then a card of Love.. But I don't even have a guy. Then a very strange card that said transfer of power. How does that go together?
"But Ginny's not seven!" Ana pointed out.
"I'm the seventh child in my family. and the only girl."
Lauralla suddenly realized, "The Flower of Six Thorns!"
"WHAT?!?!" Ginny and Ana said in unison.
"The Flower of Six Thorns. In the ancient times, a family had six sons and needed a daughter they could marry off to get the wedding pay.. You know a dowry, what a groom pays to the girl's family to marry her. Well, usually for Muggles that is it was the other way around, but for magic folk the guy pays for the girl. Anyway, one day the woman was out in the garden and she came upon bushels of thorns, six bushels. So she set a charm that she would have a girl and whomever the girl said she would love would have sorcerer's powers transferred to them. All the girl had to do was say 'I love you' to a man she truly loved and he would have power. This made the girl worth a lot of money. But this was also a curse. Many men set love potions on her and used her to get power; all her life she was miserable. The charm did not work if she was under a love potion but if she fell in love with a man, the first man she fell in love with and said the magic words would get the powers even if he didn't love her. When the girl's heart was broken, she realized what happened. She then cursed all families who had six sons and then a daughter, that she would be the Flower of Six Thorns. That is all according to legend. You must not tell anyone for your own protection."
Ginny spoke up, "But my mother is the seventh child and only daughter and my father isn't a sorcerer."
"Was your father the first man she said she loved?"
Ginny remembered earlier that summer when her mother had given her 'the talk' and talked about her first boyfriend Tom and how he had dumped her right after she told him she loved him. He used her. He was a few years older than she was, maybe two.
*~*~*~*
Draco went down the long and winding hallways to his father's study. He passed by many paintings of Malfoy's and friends. Whenever he went past Uric the Oddball, who always shouted that Draco was just like him as a lad, he always cursed at the fact he was related to Uric the Oddball. What an embarrassment.
He remembered what his mother told him about a secret compartment in her powder room that had her will in it. Draco thought this was silly because she didn't own anything; his father owned everything.
As Draco was nearing his father's study, he heard the voice of his father talking to his mother. His father had a cruel, malicious voice that sent shivers up your spine. He was a powerful man that almost no one would stand up to, except perhaps that stupid family the Weasleys and of course everyone's favorite Potter. Draco feared his father. He always punished Draco for no reason and wouldn't ever, EVER let Draco get attached to anything.
Once Draco mentioned that he thought a Ravenclaw girl was quite nice to him and he liked her. As soon as the words left his mouth his father said that a boy should marry a girl because of their appearance and not actually like them. He said that like leads to love, and love is a weakness he would not tolerate. That was a year ago.
Draco entered his father's study and found his mother, Narcissa, on the floor crying and on top of her was his father, Lucius pointing his wand at his mother.
"Ah Draco, I would like to show you what happens when people have emotions and do not support you," his father said in a quite calm voice.
He got up and his mother started to run for the door. She was about a foot away from Draco when his father shouted, "CRUCIO!"
Narcissa fell to the floor screaming.
*~*~*~*
The summer had past so fast for Hermoine. She was in Bulgaria visiting Viktor. Viktor and her were no longer dating, but that didn't hold them back from a snogging or two. She really didn't like Viktor, but he had asked her to stay over the summer and her crush didn't notice her yet after 6 years! And she was feeling a little desperate.
She thought of Harry, her darling Harry. Of his jet-black hair that topped his head so messily but yet so elegantly; those bright green eyes that made her knees buckle, she loved everything about him. He was so brave and so great he didn't know it. She couldn't live without him.
"Herm-o-ninny?"
"Yes Viktor?"
" You love him. Don't you?
*~*~*~*
Draco stood there for about five minutes. It was the longest five minutes in his life. He dare not show any sign of emotion unless he wanted the same thing as his mother. After a few minutes, her body stopped twitching.
"WHY FATHER?"
"Your mother betrayed me to that creature Lupin. She was conspiring against me and was planning to 'save' you and herself. She chose the wrong side, Draco. She chose the losing side, so I decided to make her lose my way."
"She was my mother."
"And nothing more than a bitch who gave birth to you. Right?" He raised his wand toward Draco daring him to disagree.
"Yes father."
Draco wanted to KILL him. How could he do that? He lived with this woman for 18 years and threw her away in a heartbeat. He didn't even care. His father was truly the product of his own parenting. Draco was taught not to love, not at all; just like his father.
*~*~*~*
A large barn owl flew in and pecked Harry on the head, waking him up.
"I know Aunt Petunia, but I slept late so I wouldn't have to go with you to Dudley's birthday," He said sleepily.
Harry then opened his eyes and realized what woke him up. It was a school owl. Hogwarts Letters. Harry carefully unattached the letter from the owl and sent it on its way.
Harry looked down. There were two letters. He opened the first one and found his regular Hogwarts letter and seventh year supply list.
Harry was nervous as he opened the second letter. It was from Professor McGonagall.
Dear Harry,
Congratulations! Last year, you were voted by your fellow teammates as Captain! You must write to the Weasley twins for your badge. They didn't give it back last year.
Harry remembered the twins saying they were going to split the badge in half since they were co-captains.
Also I just wanted to give you a heads up that Hermoine made Head Girl and Ron didn't make Head Boy. Your father would be proud.
Love sincerely,
Prof. Minerva McGonagall
Harry folded the letter and stored it away. He was very pleased with himself being captain, but also disappointed that Ron didn't get Head Boy. I wonder who did?
*~*~*~*
Mother would've been proud. You made Head Boy. The only down side is you have to do it with that stupid Mudblood Granger. No not Mudblood, Draco, just simply muggle born. Draco tried to get himself out of the habit of saying Mudblood. It just wasn't right to him anymore.
Draco once again went up to his room so his father didn't have to see him cry. He called her a bitch. That would make me a son of a bitch. Ironic. But Draco didn't want to be like that anymore. He wanted to make friends that weren't power obsessed. He wanted to have real friends.
*~*~*~*
As it was every summer since fourth year, the Weasley's came to pick Harry up. Uncle Vernon made them come in the middle of the night and forced Harry to sleep outdoors. The Weasley's came as usual, in the flying car. They hadn't attempted the fireplace since his fourth year, but this time Ginny was driving and she was alone.
"Hey, sorry Ron and the twins got tied up with stuff at the joke shop and couldn't come."
"At two in the morning?"
"They are open late." Oh please don't suspect anything.
"Ok, Ginny. How are you?" He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Fine! Hop in!" Ginny was glad she already got over her feelings for Harry, if not her face would've matched Ron's hair.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine said her good-byes to Viktor and grabbed a handful of Floo Power. She would have to go through the International Floo Network to get to her destination. She stepped into the fireplace and said, "International Floo Hub of Bulgaria."
Green flames burst around her. They tickled her while she spun in the air. The color of the flames reminded her of Harry's eyes. Harry's eyes. She fell with a thump of the floor of a very dark and busy-looking building. It looked to have a circular staircase for miles. She looked out in front of her and saw that her floor was labeled Bulgaria. She quickly checked the directory and found her floor.
*~*~*~*
Harry forgot how little he was older than Ginny. She was sixteen now and legally could drive. She sure did look different than he remembered. She had long auburn hair that was so straight she didn't need a brush. It waved and glistened with her every movement. She had grown tanner over the summer and Harry saw she was wearing a quite short skirt. Her legs were so long and perfect. They looked so smooth. I hope Hermoine looks this good; then I'm in heaven.
"So. have you talked to Hermoine lately?"
"Yea, she's up at Viktor's cottage. ALL ALONE without his parents."
"WHAT?!?!" Harry yelled.
"I love to spite you, Harry. Yes, she is all-alone up there with him but nothing has happened. Hermoine isn't like that. She doesn't like him like that."
"SO talking about who Hermoine likes, you wouldn't happen to know who would you?"
"Oh Harry you sly devil! It's not my place to tell. WHY do you ask?"
"Just Curious."
Harry and Ginny pulled up to the Burrow. How Harry loved the Burrow?! It stood only by magic and inside it was so spacious! He missed it so much. Oddly enough all the lights were off.
*~*~*~*
Hermoine was so excited about seeing Ron and Harry and Ginny and the twins and the rest of the Weasley's. She finally found the right fireplace. She took some of the floo powder she bought and threw it down saying, "The Burrow!"
*~*~*~*
Ginny opened the front door and Harry followed.
"I guess they aren't back yet. Let's go into the living room to watch the TV Dad just got rigged to work in magic places as well. He's magiced a whole bundle of things."
Harry went into the living room first and suddenly there was a burst of green flame and suddenly someone tackled him to the ground.
"SURPRISE!!!"
Cliffe. AH! Too bad there's the next chapter with a click of a button. ?