Author's Note: Sic all the lawyers on me, for I am untouched by the law!
MWA HA HA HA HA! (Ish in her CHICAGO faze right now, don't listen) *You
hear a haunting voice* Review. REVIEWWWWWW.
It had been a busy day at the Weasleys'.
Harry was laughing jovially, something he had rarely done in his fifth year. But that was over now, and his scar was fading. Ron was just as merry, clutching his heaving sides and pounding his fist on the earth from his all-fours position. Hermione, on the other hand, was frowning, arms akimbo.
"When are you two going to grow up?" she asked shrilly, hurrying over to an almost unnoticeable form in the yard. She patted the person comfortingly on the back, handing her a handkerchief. A freckly hand pushed it away.
"Not this time, Hermione," Ginny Weasley was flushed, but not from embarrassment. She stomped flat-footed over to the two laughing males, leaving small marks in the grass where she had stepped. "Listen up, you!" Harry stopped at once, but Ron continued to snigger.
"You have no right, no right to laugh like that." Harry hung his head in submission, but Ron fluttered his hands, unconcerned.
"Aw, come off it, Queen Virginia." Ginny's face went from crimson to beet red. To be caught acting by Ron was one thing, but by Harry, over which her fancy still lingered, was beyond mortification. She sneaked a look at Harry; he was glaring at Ron. For a moment her heart fluttered, but then Harry's attention was fixed back on Ginny. She looked down.
"Actually, er- I thought the part um, fit you well." Even Ron stopped laughing to gape at Harry when Harry said those words. Hermione looked like she was going to say something, but instead made her mouth the knowing line ethat Ron hated so. Ginny grew defensive once more.
"If you're making fun of me again-" It was too much, to have her crush and her brother watch while she was pretending to be Queen Virginia (who, coincidentally, was married to King Harold). Add Cho Change intot he mix, and to Ginny life could be a living hell. The gorgeous Ravenclaw have been throwing herself at Harry all last year, but he had stayed away, thinking it an insult to Cedric. But one day he was bound to snap.
Ginny burst into tears and ran from the unkempt garden. Hermion, with furious looks at Harry and Ron, followed. Ron laughed again.
"Good one, Harry! You really had me convinced for a second there." When his friend didn't respond, Ron put on a high voice. "Oh King Harold, my love, the vizier is goving me the look again. What is that you say? He's in love with me? But, I'm not that beautiful. And I love you, husband dear." In a hugely exaggerated motion, Ron kissed the air in front of him.
"Hush, you," murmured Harry.
"What's the matter with you, Harold?" Harry threw a dirty look at Ron, who promptly put a long-fingered hand on Harry's pinkish scar, checking for a fever. Harry brushed Ron's hand away, hesitated for a second, and then ran into the house after the two girls.
"Ginny- I'm sorry!" he yelled, disappearing behind the Burrow's back door. Ron had no choice but to follow.
It had been a busy day at the Weasleys'.
Harry was laughing jovially, something he had rarely done in his fifth year. But that was over now, and his scar was fading. Ron was just as merry, clutching his heaving sides and pounding his fist on the earth from his all-fours position. Hermione, on the other hand, was frowning, arms akimbo.
"When are you two going to grow up?" she asked shrilly, hurrying over to an almost unnoticeable form in the yard. She patted the person comfortingly on the back, handing her a handkerchief. A freckly hand pushed it away.
"Not this time, Hermione," Ginny Weasley was flushed, but not from embarrassment. She stomped flat-footed over to the two laughing males, leaving small marks in the grass where she had stepped. "Listen up, you!" Harry stopped at once, but Ron continued to snigger.
"You have no right, no right to laugh like that." Harry hung his head in submission, but Ron fluttered his hands, unconcerned.
"Aw, come off it, Queen Virginia." Ginny's face went from crimson to beet red. To be caught acting by Ron was one thing, but by Harry, over which her fancy still lingered, was beyond mortification. She sneaked a look at Harry; he was glaring at Ron. For a moment her heart fluttered, but then Harry's attention was fixed back on Ginny. She looked down.
"Actually, er- I thought the part um, fit you well." Even Ron stopped laughing to gape at Harry when Harry said those words. Hermione looked like she was going to say something, but instead made her mouth the knowing line ethat Ron hated so. Ginny grew defensive once more.
"If you're making fun of me again-" It was too much, to have her crush and her brother watch while she was pretending to be Queen Virginia (who, coincidentally, was married to King Harold). Add Cho Change intot he mix, and to Ginny life could be a living hell. The gorgeous Ravenclaw have been throwing herself at Harry all last year, but he had stayed away, thinking it an insult to Cedric. But one day he was bound to snap.
Ginny burst into tears and ran from the unkempt garden. Hermion, with furious looks at Harry and Ron, followed. Ron laughed again.
"Good one, Harry! You really had me convinced for a second there." When his friend didn't respond, Ron put on a high voice. "Oh King Harold, my love, the vizier is goving me the look again. What is that you say? He's in love with me? But, I'm not that beautiful. And I love you, husband dear." In a hugely exaggerated motion, Ron kissed the air in front of him.
"Hush, you," murmured Harry.
"What's the matter with you, Harold?" Harry threw a dirty look at Ron, who promptly put a long-fingered hand on Harry's pinkish scar, checking for a fever. Harry brushed Ron's hand away, hesitated for a second, and then ran into the house after the two girls.
"Ginny- I'm sorry!" he yelled, disappearing behind the Burrow's back door. Ron had no choice but to follow.