Author's Note: Um. Well, this is a story about Harry and Ginny. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm taking it. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome. And as always with these stories, I don't own Harry and Ginny and any of the characters from the book.
Harry heard footsteps in the hall, and his eyes darted around for a hiding place. Setting his eyes on one, he walked over and crouched behind a trunk in the room.
"Hey," said the creator of the footsteps uncertainly. "Hey, Harry, are you there? It's me."
A redheaded girl stood about six feet away from Harry's hiding place, casting her glance around the room for him.
"Ginny," Harry breathed, standing slowly up.
"Harry!" she ran over to Harry and hugged him tightly.
He smiled down at her and smoothed her hair down. "I thought you might've been someone else," he said, smiling slightly, "hence the hiding spot."
Ginny looked up to him and held onto his arm. "Who were you hiding from?"
"Oliver," said Harry, rolling his eyes. "Not like I need to hear about how the Irish International Side's keeper got a head cold."
Ginny giggled, and he kissed her gently. "How was work?" he asked, leading her over to a spot on the sofa.
Ginny sighed. "Oh, you know how it is. I don't know how a job can be so busy and full of people and yet be so boring. The boringness is kind of ebbing away, now that I get to do more than just one thing, and I can go around to different places."
Harry nodded. "Has Mrs. Peppermill been treating you better?"
"Well, yes, I suppose," Ginny said. "Today she gave me Chocolate Frogs, because I was complaining about the lack of them on Mr. Danover's desk. And she said, 'Oh, Ginny!' and took out three Chocolate Frogs and handed them over."
"My little Ginny is just irresistible," said Harry, as though it were the only possible explanation.
"To mean cranky ladies with failing eyesight?"
"Of course," Harry replied, sounding shocked that Ginny didn't think it was obvious.
Ginny giggled. "There's only one person I'm irresistible to, and he's sitting here with me."
"Well. There is someone you're irresistible to, and he is sitting with you at this moment. But surely he's not the only one."
Ginny cuddled up to Harry. "I think he is. And that's perfectly alright with me."
Harry looked at Ginny lovingly.
"How was your day, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Boring," Harry answered. "I had nothing to do. I didn't go anywhere. Oliver came by though, wanted to talk Quidditch. I don't know, Ginny," he said. "He's a lunatic, still. I let him come in, and he came in and blabbed about everything. Not quite sure. My mind was with you."
"Oliver's a good friend," Ginny said. "Although, he can be a fanatic sometimes. It's very easy for him to suddenly go mad about Quidditch."
Just then there a tapping on the window, and Harry glanced over. It was Hedwig. He went over to open the window and let her in. She flew over to Ginny and made a pleased little noise, dropping an envelope in Ginny's lap.
"This must be the letter Mum said she'd send," Ginny said thoughtfully, opening it up. She glanced it over. "Yes, it is. And here, look. A recipe for some sort of bread." She smoothed it out and read. "Hmm...anyway." She reached for the letter, and Harry came over to read.
Dear Harry and Ginny,
I do hope you're doing well. Me and Arthur have been fine. I got your owl a few days ago, Ginny. You said how you don't have that much choice in food, remember? Well, I just thought I'd send this recipe for banana nut blueberry bread! It's really tasty, and I thought you might be able to use it.
Anyway, please write back and tell how things are going, I'm really very interested. I'm so glad for you two, you've been living together for three months now, that's a while, right? So I can guess you've been doing marvelously.
Harry, I saw your last Quidditch match. Don't do anything that dangerous again, you had me praying you were alright.
Much love,
Mrs. Weasley.
"Well," said Harry, putting his arms around Ginny's waist.
"Well," Ginny replied. "I guess Mum didn't like your tricks," Ginny laughed.
"I didn't think she would," Harry said, smiling. "But that's okay, no harm done."
Ginny set the letter down on the table and walked into the kitchen. She pointed her wand at the dishes in the sink, and they cleaned themselves. She went over to the cupboard and took out a Hostess Cupcake, a kind of Muggle candy Harry had showed her and she'd fell in love with immediately. She walked over to the table and sat down, looking at reports from her work, graphs, charts, essays, statistics, grants. She took out a small booklet, the kind Muggles have for calendars and such, and waved her wand again, transferring all the information from the parchments into it, then set it aside.
"Do we have any plans for tonight?" Harry asked her.
"Not unless you want to make some," Ginny replied through a small mouthful of the cupcake.
"Why don't we?" Harry said.
"Alright," said Ginny. "Where do we go?"
"I'm not sure, got any ideas?" Harry asked.
Ginny thought, and took out an issue of the Daily Prophet, and started skimming through the advertisements. "There's this place," she said, putting her finger on a square. "Moon's. I heard they're supposed to be good, and sort of cheap, too."
Harry looked at the advertisement.
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Moon's Gourmet dinner food at a low price. Good for any witch, wizard, or magical folk. Bring yourself by. Live musicians, excellent food, and special events. |
"Sounds fine to me," he said. "Ginny, get your things." He picked up some keys and a small bag of money. "Shall we Apparate, then?"
She nodded, and they vanished from their house.