It's Fluff. You've been warned. Takes place after war.
Chapter 1
Nineteen year old auror Harry Potter leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. He sighed contently. At that same moment Mrs. Weasley walked over to the table and put down a few more plates of mashed potatoes, ham, and eggs.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley, but I don't think anyone has room left. Even Ron seems full," said Harry. He nodded towards his best friend seated across him. They both grinned at each other.
"Hey, I need energy. Playing for the Cannons isn't all fun and games," replied Ron as he put his arm around his girlfriend Hermione Granger, "right 'Mione?". Hermione turned towards him and was about to say something but on second thought leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"Yes, we all know you're a brilliant keeper, Ron," she said. He smiled sheepily.
"Ew, sick!" shrieked a disgusted Ginny Weasley. "I just ate." She ran a hand through her long vibrant red hair.
"I'm going out for a little bit. Your father forgot his lunch again. Oh my, ever since he got promoted again he's been so busy. I'll be back soon dears," said Mrs. Weasley before she apparated out of the kitchen.
Harry looked out the window and looked at the trees and the large yard. He suddenly thought of Bill and Fleur and their wedding the summer after sixth year. He re pictured the white tables, the tents, the small perfect altar, the rows of smiling people, Ron stepping on Hermione's feet while they danced, the way Ginny felt in his arms…how soft she was…
"Ow!" he yelled as he rubbed his head. "What was that for?"
"Ronald!" reprimanded Hermione.
"How else was I supposed to get his attention?" replied Ron.
"You could have called out my name," said Harry as he leaned down and picked up the spoon thrown at him. At least it wasn't a fork he thought to himself. Ron shrugged.
"What were you thinking about Harry?" asked Ginny, as she piled some more potatoes onto her plate.
"Your brother's wedding."
"Which one?" asked Ron. "Bill's, Percy's or Fred's?"
"Bill. They had their wedding out in the yard and I don't know. It's one of the happier memories I have before…you know," said Harry. "It was my first wedding, and the weather was just like this outside."
"What's wrong with you?" asked Ron. "You're being all mushy."
"Shut up, Ron. Who was the one going all red because his girlfriend gave him a kiss on the cheek five seconds ago?" said Ginny. Ron's ears turned pink and he didn't reply but glared at his little sister. She smiled cheekily at him.
"Harry, I know how you feel. That wedding was so beautiful and it was my first magical one too. I think about it a lot when I look outside this house," Hermione added.
"Yeah, like Ron stepping all over your feet while you were dancing," commented Ginny.
Harry laughed. "Yeah, I was thinking about that too. And all those tents, and how we had to help set up the tables, everyone running around everywhere. It was hectic."
"Mum looked ready to pull out her hair," added Ron.
"I have to admit, Fleur made a beautiful bride," added Hermione.
"Yeah," Ron dreamily replied beside her. She slapped him on the arm
"You're drooling mate," said Harry.
"Shut it," growled Ron as he rubbed his arm. Harry and Ginny laughed.
"I really did feel like a part of the family then," said Harry before putting some potatoes on his plate.
"Hey! I thought you said you were full," said Ginny.
"Wait a minute, you didn't feel like you were before then?" asked Ron, as he mixed some eggs, ham and gravy onto his plate. "Harry, you've been a part of this family since you walked through the front door."
"Ron, that's disgusting," commented Hermione as she looked down at his plate.
"I did sometimes but I guess it didn't sink fully in till that moment," replied Harry.
"Well, who do you feel the most closest with?" asked Ron.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, who's your favorite?"
"Favorite what?"
"Favorite Weasley," answered Ron.
Harry, wide eyed, stayed silent. Ron stared at him, while Hermione glared at Ron. Ginny had stopped eating but was still looking down, her eyes glued to the plate.
"Uh, that's uh.." Harry stumbled looking away, "…a difficult question…"
"Ronald, you're being incredibly insensitive," Hermione hissed. Harry and Ginny used to date before the war and although Hermione knew for certain the two still had feelings for one another they didn't start dating again, not that they were dating anybody else for that matter. "Of course his favorite is…" but she quickly clamped her mouth with her hand before she could finish.
Harry and Ron turned their attention to Hermione, their mouths open in surprise. Even Ginny had her head up.
"Nevermind," said Hermione blushing. She couldn't believe what she almost did. About to speak out her mind automatically without thinking. Honestly. That wasn't her. Ron's doing, she silently thought.
The table was quiet for a few moments. Then Ginny suddenly sat up and put her plate in the sink. She turned on the water and started rinsing. Frowning, Harry looked back and forth from her to Ron. He quietly mumbled something.
"What?" asked Ron.
"Ginny. Ginny's my favorite".
My first post. I know it's a bit pathetic and lacks detail and form but there will be more chapters. Thanks for reading! -
BTW, loved Half Blood Prince. I always thought it might be Harry/Ginny since the fifth book. And Ron/Hermione was a bit obvious to me in the second book when he got all jealous over Lockhart and then even more so in the fourth book. Yeah! My favorite couples are canon. Please don't die Harry! Okay, I'm done.
