Worth it?
Chapter 1:It ends tonight
Disclaimer-J.K. Rowling owns.
My second fanfic ever! Very excited. Hopefully this one will... be better. Alright Alright. On with the Story... Oh and this takes place after the seventh book. About 3 months after it. Thats reasonable, eh? So that means Harry's dating Ginny, and Ron and Hermione are dating too. Hmmm. what can happen? Read to find out. :) Just Mrs.Weasley, Ron, Hermione,George, Harry are in this chapter. The others are at work, mr. weasley. their other children if you read the last book, you know what happened to some of them, but the other ones don't live in their house.But they visit :D Harry's birthday is July 31 and the Hogwarts train leaves on September 1. BTW.
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Harry lived in The Burrow just like how he had done before, except now... he was eighteen years old and he wasn't going back to Hogwarts. That one thing always lingered in his mind. Never again would he go and see the familiar castle, where everything that could possibly change him, did. Hogwarts was his home. And knowing that he would probaly never see it again, saddened him greatly.But he had his two best friends with him. But now they were dating.It was kind of weird though. They both talked to him, but normally it was just about how "beautiful she looks" or "Dashing. Just dashing, isn't he, Harry..." Hermione's comments were hard for Harry to relate to. He would just mumble something and take a sip of pumpkin juice.
Ginny and him were dating, but she was going away soon for her final year at Hogwarts. She was always getting last minute spell books, or running some errands that related to Hogwarts. Harry was sad, his girlfriend was leaving for a couple of months, and he wasn't going to be there to protect her at all. He sat on the porch steps, watching the sun rise. Was he happy with his life? Sure, why not. But, part of him missed the adventures that him, Hermione, and Ron had faced. The hardships that they overtook together. Now, he felt... unneeded. He was confused though. Why should he be? Mrs. and Mr. Weasley gave him plenty of chores to do until he gets a job. Hermione and Ron were nearly inseperable, and it was hard to get a word in. The only person that he felt he could really talk to was Ginny. But she was leaving, and then he would be alone.
Harry sighed, as he watched the sun rise higher into the sky. The sky now a pink, orange color. Someone opened the screen door and sat next to him. He smiled weakly at Ginny. She eyed him, clearly concerned. "It's kinda cold out here, this early. Do you wanna go inside?" she whispered, not wanting to disturb his peace. Harry shook his head, "No, I'm fine. You should go inside if your cold. I'm just thinking..." Ginny sighed, and the wind blew and swept her orange hair in her face. "I'm gonna miss you, Harry. Really I am. But maybe I can come home instead of going to Hogsmeade, or maybe you could go there... That way we'll see eachother more often."
Harry stroked her hand gently. "You have friends, Ginny. I understand that. You'll be a lot more busier than normal. This is your final year at Hogwarts, make the best of it" he said slowly. He loved this about Ginny, she was always so... unself-centered. She was just so generous.
"I was thinking, Harry..." Ginny began gingerly. Harry faced her. Her eyes were distant from him, and it seemed whatever she was about to say, she thought about it a great deal, and it took all of her courage to say this. "Well, Harry, I've, erm, been thinking..." she fiddled with her thumbs. She sighed, closing her eyes briefly, and met his green ones, determined.
"Maybeishouldn'tgotohogwartsthisyear." Harry eyed her wearily, "Wha?" She sighed. "I said... Maybe I shouldn't go to Hogwarts..." "What? No! Ginny! You can't!" "Shhhhh" she whispered urgently, her eyes glued to the door. Harry's face had turned a purple color. "Ginny! Not go to Hogwarts!" He whispered roughly. "You have to go! You can't just not go because of me!" Ginny lowered her gaze. "Well... I just thought... that, that way we could see eachother everyday, but if you don't want to do... It's fine... it was just an idea..." "Ginny. I didn't mean it like that. It's just, you, drop out of Hogwarts because of me! No. I won't let you. Hogwarts it as much as your home as it is mine. I won't let you. I can't let you! Ginny..." He pulled her chin so he could see her eyes.
"I would never forgive myself if you do this. And, you'll regret it later too. Please Ginny." She nodded, "It was just a thought..." "Anyway your mum would probley strangle me, if she heard this." Ginny rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter what mum thinks or Ron thinks or dad thinks... It's about us, Harry. For us to be happy. I want this to work."
Harry stroked Ginny's cheek. "I do too. And it will. I promise" he whispered. Ginny smiled and the usual sparkle claimed her eyes once again. Harry leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He breathed in her scent. Ginny's eyes closed unconciously and she moved her hands over his neck. This feels so right she thought. Harry moved his face closer to her's and their lips met briefly. She shuddered as she beamed. Harry pulled away.
"Ginny, are you alright? Maybe we should go inside, it is kinda chilly out here..." Harry said caressing her cheek.
Ginny kissed his lips one last time and stood. "Yeah, probley right. Mum's gonna go shopping for clothes, and, er, after seeing Ron's um..suit... at the Yule Ball, I've supervised."
Harry chuckled and rubbed his dark hair back. "Didn't your mum make that for him?" Her eyes were wide, "You never know with mum..." she whispered. Harry laughed as they made their way into the living room. Mrs. Weasly was in the kitchen, like she was every morning.
"Oh, Jenny darling, I didn't know you were up. Want to help me with the bacon? I don't know how I can possibly do all this cooking for everyone..." Mrs.Weasley said quickly. Harry walked into the kitchen behind Ginny. "I'm sorry if I'm being to much a bother, Mrs.Weasley" he said politely. She looked up from her task which was stirring the scrambling eggs. "Oh Harry dear. You aren't a bother at all! It's just Ron. He has to have his eggs a certain way and it takes so long... He's just so picky. But don't fret dears, Ron will just have to deal with it this morning..." She looked around the kitchen, "Speaking of Ron, where is he? Harry dear, will you go wake him?" Harry nodded and made his way up the steps.
You could already smell the bacon from the second floor. His mouth was already watering. He found himself in the hallway and was about to turn his and Ron's room's doorknob, when a door opened from across the hallway. A rushed Hermione shut the door, shut behind her and spotted Harry.
"Harry, hey!". Her brown hair was straightened down past her shoulders, her hazel eyes sparkled. Her lips curved into a smile. "Hey. In a rush this morning?" "Oh, erm..." A light blush crept onto her cheeks. "I heard voices downstairs, and I slept in, and I didn't want Mrs. Weasley to get mad or anything..." She admitted. Harry gave an awkward laugh, "Well Ginny is helping her, but you can still help..."
When did things get awkward between Hermione and me? She's one of my best friends and its awkward. Harry scratched his head, You know your not best friends anymore when its awkward. Hermione seemed to be thinking the same thing because she shifted her weight on her other foot.
"Oh, well then..." she looked at Harry in front of his room.
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley wanted me to wake Ron."
"Cool. Erm, I guess I should go and see if they need help."
"Alright. See you then..."
"Yeah, see you" she said as she made her way down to the end of the hallway. She looked over her shoulder, "Harry. We should talk later, okay?" Hermione asked.
Harry smiled. "Yeah. We have lots of catching up to do." Hermione smiled at this and as she made her way down the steps she frowned. Could Harry feel like we've been leaving him out? She pondered it for a moment and her conclusion startled her. She has been so wrapped up in plans with Ron, that they had left him out. Hermione bit her lip, she glanced back up the stairs and heard Harry's familiar voice. "Oi, Ron. Rise and shine!" And Ron's moans of protest as he buryed his head under the pillow.
Hermione made her way to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was talking cheerily about random things to Ginny. Hermione smiled, she hadn't talked to Ginny in ages! Which was sad because she shared rooms with her, which was until she left for Hogwarts.
"Hermione! Would you lend a hand? Can you cut these potatoes up? I would do it by magic but sometimes its better if you do it by hand..." And she ranted on and on about how hardwork could be better than magic sometimes.
As she cut the potatoes into smaller pieces, she wondered how Harry was feeling about Ginny leaving. Probaly not good obviously, him and Ginny were dating. She usually was always there when Harry needed to talk. And he was there for her. And Ron... A scowl crossed her face as she saw all the clues of Harry coming and chatting to her or just talking to them both, but she blew him off. Not intentionally of course. But she did nevertheless. Those chats slowed, and eventually they would just exchange a few words like "Hey" or "Good Morning" or "Nice day today, aye?"
She began to feel more and more lonely for Harry. She needed to catch up with him. She felt like a horrible friend.
"Oh. Thank you dear, I think you cup them up enough" Mrs. Weasley gentle hand took the knife from her hands. Hermione observed the potatoes and blushed.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to..." The potatoes were cut into tiny pieces.
"Quite alright, dear. Could you go and help Ginny set the table?"
"Of course. I really am sorry." Hermione said embarrassed.
Mrs. Weasley smiled and poured the potatoes into a bowl. "The size doesn't affect the taste does it?" She smiled.
All at once Harry, Ron, and George came downstairs. At a glance, you would still think that Fred was still there, beside his brother, a stag of guilt hit her heart again, Harry had no one at the funeral. Hermione had been leaning on Ron as she wept. George hadn't been his "old self" but some of his humor was reclaiming him. He usually walked around with a distant expression and lost eyes. "Good morning ladies... and gents" was his joyful tone.
Hermione smirked, it seemed like he was in a good mood. But he always acted normal around his mother, well as normal as he could try to act. If you looked closely enough you could still see the lost and deeply shaken George Weasley.
"And a very good morning to you as well George" was Mrs. Weasley's joyful reply...
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"Tomorrow Ginny and I are going to do her last minute clothes shopping. Hermione would you like to come?"
Hermione looked up from her plate of breakfest, she caught Ginny's eyes and saw neither warmth or anger in them, "Erm.. Okay. Sure why not" was Hermione's soft reply.
Ron's ears suddenly perked up on the conversation as he ate his bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit."Ifotwehadadath" he said his mouth full of food. "Oh Ron, chew with your mouth closed. It's disgusting" Hermione said glaring at him. He swallowed and showed no offense of her previous words. "I said, I thought we had a date tomorrow."
Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and she glanced downwards at her plate. "Well, I guess we can postpone it or" Ron's face had contorted into pure horror, "we could just have it tonight." He nodded, and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "That sounds reasonable."
Harry ate his meal in silence. He shared a few words with Ginny every now and then, but never really talked. This did not go unnoticed by Hermione. She mentally noted every single detail of his odd behavior.
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That Night.
Hermione and Ron's date.
Restraunt.
Ron sat facing Hermione who was visibly troubled. Ron watched for the first fifteen minutes in utter amusement, but now it was getting on his nerves. Pushing his buttons, you might say. They had ordered their food some while ago and Ron was waiting for Hermione to utter at least one word. So far she hadn't even managed to do that.
"Hermione, are you alright?" She looked up from stirring her straw around in the red, plastic cup.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Sure. Why would you ask?" She said, she moved her hands onto the table. Her hazel eyes sent shivers down his spine and he almost forgot what he was talking about. Oh yeah... he remembered.
"Because. You've been either stirring your ice cubes around, looking off into space, or holding your head in your hands for the last fifteen minutes. Are you that bored?" Ron's voice sounded injured.
Hermione shook her head and unconciously reached for his wrist. "No. I'm not bored. I promise. I just have a lot on my mind right now..."
"More important than me?" Ron asked seriosly.
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry Ronald, but not the whole world revolves around you..."
"But you are to me..." Ron said sadly. His words caused her to blush.
"Alright. Alright. Fine. Tell me, whats bothering you?" Ron leaned forward.
"When was the last time you have talked to Harry?"
His brow furrowed tightly together. "That's whats buggin' you?" He asked incredulously.
"Just answer the question, Ronald" Hermione asked annoyed.
He gave her a "your so stupid" gaze and pondered her question.
"See you don't even remember!"
"I never said that!"
"And I can't recall when I actually had a real conversation with him, I think it was on Fred's funeral" Ron grimaced. "Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry. It's just. Uh, I'm so sorry, Ron."
He shook his head. "It's alright. Just still getting used to it, you know." He sighed. "No more Fred, hard to believe isn't it?"
Hermione shook her head sadly, tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "It's just. Harry. He's all alone. And has no one to talk to except Ginny. And she's leaving in a few weeks. And we have been so close-minded and have just shut him out of our life! How could we have done that, Ron? He was our best friend!" Ron stood from the table, and threw some money on the table. Embraced Hermione and led her out of the restraunt.
"Ssshhh... Don't cry, Hermione. Please. I'll fix it. I'll talk to him tomorrow, alright?"
Hermione sniffed and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry for ruining our date, Ron."
Ron smiled, "There will be plenty of others right?"
Hermione laughed. "Yeah..."
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I believe this is the longest chapter I have ever written. I am very proud of myself. :D Hopefully the next chappy will be just as long, eh? R&R -- IS (Inkspell12)