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This is my first attempt at writing a Hinny - hope you enjoy it!
Ginny hurried down the stairs. She had slept in again, and who knows what she had missed this time? Perhaps Fred and George had put exploding Snap cards in one of the pots again. Or perhaps they had charmed the table to float as soon as anyone sat down. Or perhaps they had stolen Percy's work and done enchanted drawings of themselves all over it. But she was not expecting what she saw at the table.
Harry Potter.
She stared at him in disbelief.
"Hi," he said, smiling at her.
She stared at him for a few more seconds before turning on her heel and running back up the stairs. She shut her bedroom and immediately got dressed. Meeting Harry Potter in her dressing gown - how embaressing! She brushed her hair, straightened her skirt and, taking a breath, opened the door.
"Ginny? You alright?" Fred asked. He and George had obviously been waiting outside her door.
She knew that they were barely holding back their laughter, so she replied, "Yes," before scooting past them and scuttling down the stairs. She smiled sweetly at Harry Potter before sitting down at the table, staring at the plate in front of her.
"It was very irresponsible of you, Ronald," Molly said sternly, before smiling at Harry and saying, "Not that I blame you, of course." Then she turned to Ginny and asked, "Toast, dear?"
Ginny nodded before asking Ron what he had done.
"He flew a car to my house and rescued me," Harry told her as Ron stuffed his toast in his mouth and frowned at his plate.
"Really?" Ginny asked, not taking her eyes off her brother. "You stole Dad's car?"
"Borrowed!" Ron said through his mouthful before frowning at his plate again. Ginny rolled her eyes but said nothing.
"We're going to play some Quidditch," George announced as he and Fred marched down the stairs.
"No you are not!" Molly said forcefully. "You are not to fly anything for a very long time!"
"Aw, come on, Mum," Fred whined.
"Harry loves Quidditch," George said defensively bfore looking at Harry and asking, "Don't you, Harry?"
"Course he does," Fred said quickly, "he's on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor already, aren't you, Harry?"
Harry barely had time to nod before George and Fred continued to beg their mother to let them play. Molly sighed. "Fine," she finally said, before asking Harry, "Do you have a broom, Harry?"
"Yes, Mrs Weasley," he said politely.
Ginny smiled to herself. He seemed lovely. How could one possibly stay so nice when they had been through some many terrible things? She had heard all about him from Ron, including how his dreadful uncle and aunt forced him to sleep in a cupboard under their stairs for years. Her smile had disappeared by now. How could people be so crual? Surely all Muggles weren't like that? Hermione was Muggle-born, but she seemed lovely, as did her parents - well, as far as Ron as had told her. Ron certainly talked about Hermione a lot. Perhaps he likes her. Ginny giggled to herself.
"What are you laughing for?" Fred asked her.
She just knew her face was going red. "Uh... Nothing..."
George grinned at her and asked if she wanted to play Quidditch with them. She grinned back and nodded.
A few hours later they decided to go in for lunch. As they put their brooms away, Harry said to Ginny, "You're a really good flyer."
Ginny grinned, and from that moment she knew - Harry was the one she wanted.