Last Will and Testament(al) by RollingStone.
This is a Harry Ginny fic. Just wait.. I have got plans. :)!!!
It was your average Monday morning. School would be out in less than a week for winter holidays. Midterms were over, which meant that laughter was now allowed within the radius of Hermione. Everyone in Hogwarts castle awoke counting their blessing to be still alive. Many were worried about what the break and ever sooner summer would bring. Ronald Weasley, Ron to his friends, awoke to find an empty bed in his dormitory among all of the snorers and droolers. Many were not to return home this holiday; many had no home left to return to. Harry clearly had not slept last night. Ron yawned and got dressed, breakfast should be about ready, if he were to head down now, and then go find Harry, he might be able to sneak out of the castle for a bit of fun down in Hogsmeade. Ron laughed at the idea as he walked down the stairs; he had just reached the middle of the common room when…
"Ron, what are you doing up so early?" It was Hermione; he was reluctant to see her because they had just broken up, again, last night.
Ron wasn't ready to apologize, which he knew he was going to have to do eventually, "Listen, I was going to breakfast. If there's anything else you feel the need to yell at me about, could you hold out until I've had some toast? I'm not going to be able to handle it on an empty stomach."
"You couldn't handle what I've got to say anyway Ron." Hermione said as she followed him out of the portrait hole.
Ron groaned, "I'm serious Hermione, my stomach is in knots, I think some tea would be splendid as well."
Hermione linked arms with him, "Your such a pansy Ron, let's go to breakfast."
Ron was now completely confused, he hadn't apologized, yet here she was with him. What was going on? What was their status now? Why was he thinking this hard when he was so tired and hungry?
Ron didn't speak until they reached the Great Hall. "So…uh…" He could feel his ears burning, "What's the…" He saw Hermione's eyes sparkling with laughter, for such a kind humanitarian, or creature-itarian, again the thinking without food; she loved messing with him, "Are you-"
She laughed, "Am I your girlfriend again?" Hermione asked as she sat next to him at the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah, are you, or am I still and idiot?" Ron was puzzled but the smell of food was helping him tremendously. They sat down and Ron immediately began eating as much as would fit into his face. He took a long sip of pumpkin juice savoring the feeling of a drink and the look on Hermione's face.
"No." Hermione replied with a giggle.
Ron spit out his pumpkin juice, "Why not?—you can't just, just—you never play by the rules—you're a hypocrite; you say you love me and then you knock me around like a rag doll. You know what? I've got my pride to look out for, or at least what's left of it. And I can't have people continually witness you bringing me down to my knees every time we bicker, Christ! I've got a reputation to look out for! And you-"
Hermione cut him off with a kiss.
Ron was temporarily speechless, "You can't just do that whenever you please, and when you're not my girlfriend!"
"Yes I am."
"But you just said-"
"I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."
"Hermione, I am going to get you back for that; that was horrid. You can't-"
Hermione laughed, "Oh but I can. Wait a minute, where is Grumpy?"
Grumpy, Mopey, Mope-a-teer, and several other nicknames had been attached to Harry by Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Only the three of them because they were the only people left in the whole school who dared insult him. Last February, back when Malfoy had been a little more than friendly towards Ginny, who was not impressed, Malfoy found himself in a pickle. Harry, who had heard of it during lunch, and had absolutely no tolerance left in his body; gave Malfoy exactly what he had been asking for since the first day he met him. As stated earlier, it had been during lunch when Ron had let the beans spill, he would have killed Malfoy himself, but as Head Boy, he really couldn't afford any more counts of violence on his permanent record. So he filled Harry in on some interesting details. Harry, stood up immediately, took out his wand, screamed a curse, conjured Malfoy right in front of him. Then as the whole hall watched in awed silence, Harry waved his wand, had Malfoy tap-dance for several minutes, all the while forcing him to sing the Hogwarts school song. Then after that had been completed, Harry had Malfoy, grudgingly, while still dancing and severely embarrassed, scream the American civil rights act, then Britain's, and then several other countries all in alphabetical order. After each country was completed Harry flicked his wand and sent Malfoy flying into the wall. After a good half of an hour, Dumbledore showed up, released Malfoy, who walked out wincing as his feet had been dancing to a fast rhythm. "Next time Harry, would you kindly conduct your revenge in private?"
Harry chuckled darkly, "Normally I would Professor, but I thought you might value your student's life in this case."
Dumbledore pretended to hear what he wanted and walked back up to the teacher table. The rest of the hall sat in a stunned silence, the whole hall's food had gone cold several minutes ago.
Neville burst in, with green liquid squirting out of his ears, "WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME HARRY?"
Ron laughed at the memory they had had a great party that night. Then he heard it.
"RON, RON ARE YOU LISTENING. WHERE IS HARRY?"
"I don't know, I was going to find him later… he isn't sleeping again."
"Ron, you were supposed to make sure he was drinking the potion!" Hermione accused.
"Well excuse me for being busy Hermione! I really haven't got the time to baby-sit him. He is a grown man almost after all."
Hermione rolled her eyes then hissed, "You know how venerable he is right now. He is practicing his occlumency, right?"
"I couldn't tell you, last time I asked him he muttered something about needed to know such and such, and then we ran into Malfoy."
Hermione laughed, "Is that what set him off?" Then she looked dead serious, "That wasn't funny Ron, Malfoy almost missed exams, he was gone for two weeks-"
A new voice joined in, "No worries though, they found him in the vanishing cupboard in the end," Ginny smiled as she sat down and buttered herself some toast, "and they fixed his ears back in the right place in the end."
Ron looked puzzled, "What happened to his ears?"
Ginny giggled as Hermione motioned to her butt, Ron didn't get it.
"Hermione, don't act like that in front of my sister," Ron said rather agitated. Hermione glared at him as Ginny laughed harder, and then it dawned on him. "Harry is so imaginative and just think, we have half a year left to see what else he comes up with!"
"Ginny, you wouldn't happen to know where Harry is, would you?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I was with him till, oh I don't know, probably four o'clock this morning. I went up to bed and then he said he would be around. I think he may have wound up in his D.A. office."
"Oh, okay, thank Gin," Hermione said as she started to get up, Ron was following when-
"WAIT A TICK, Ginny, what were you doing with Harry so late in the evening?" Ron sputtered as the rage of an overprotective brother brewed within him.
"I was just talking to him. We are friends, and if I wanted more, you would just have to be ok with that, you said last year that you wanted me with him."
Ron rolled his eyes and his ears grew red, "YEAH, BUT…That was only when I thought you were over him and he wasn't interested in you!"
"So he is interested in me?" Ginny laughed as she watched her brother turn from an angry shade of red to a violent purple.
"So, he is in the D.A. room? Alright then…" Ron muttered as he turned and ran to the tapestry near the room, with a giggling Hermione and Ginny in hot pursuit.
Ron finally reached his destination, took a moment to calm down and thought, how do I get in? Oh yes, I need a place to talk to Harry, to find him, to beat the living daylights out of him!" Instantly the door appeared, opened and the serene room became littered with shotguns, daggers, a boxing ring and a cabinet filled with poisons.
Harry was sitting in a corner at a desk. A long roll of parchment was unrolled and dangling off the side. "Oh, you found me then."
Ron sputtered, "Oh we found you alright. You can clearly see the mood I am in right now, do not mess with me!"
Harry shrugged, "Alright then." He returned quietly to his work.
Hermione timidly stepped forward, "What exactly are you doing Harry?"
"I'm writing my last will and testament." He stated as plain as day and without discontinuing his work.
Hermione took a step back and found she had lost her voice, surely this could mean only one thing: Voldemort.
Ron calmed and then tensed, "Why would you be doing that Harry, did you find him, are you going to fight him?"
Harry slowly put down him quill, looked just beyond Ron, to Ginny, then Hermione, and then to Ron, "No Ron, I am not going to go after him just yet, I am however, going to begin dating your sister."
This is the way that all hell broke loose at Hogwarts.
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