I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own this song, which is entitled Call and Answer, by Barenaked Ladies. Each chapter will be based on a different Barenaked Ladies song, and each will be an individual one-shot, unless otherwise stated. Enjoy!
I think
It's getting to the point where I can be myself again
Eighteen year old Harry Potter sighed deeply, sweeping his jet black hair out of his eyes with one hand as he sat on the window sill of the sitting room of the flat he shared with his best friend Ronald Weasley in Hogsmeade. Looming above them in all it's glory was Hogwarts school, home to the girlfriends of both young men. Ron was at the Three Broomsticks with his girlfriend Hermione Granger, best friend to himself and Harry whilst at school, newly turned girlfriend. He was slightly bitter that the two were enjoying a light-hearted drink or two at the pub, whilst he was sat brooding over the fact that his girlfriend would rather do her homework with her ex-boyfriend Dean Thomas than have a drink with her current boyfriend, him. He knew he was perhaps being unfair- Ginny had a lot of work she needed to do, and Dean Thomas was taking all of the same classes as her. In a way, he was happy that she had a good friend to talk to, but he wasn't so happy that said friend was also her ex-boyfriend.
I think
It's getting to the point where we have almost made amends
Why could she not study with Hermione instead? Dean wasn't stupid, but he wasn't a patch on Hermione. Oh no, wait, Hermione was here with her boyfriend, incidentally, Harry's girlfriend's brother. Great. He watched as a troop of giggling Hufflepuff sixth years girls, looking around furtively, hurried up the street towards the Three Broomsticks. Students shouldn't leave the castle grounds unless they have permission, but the rules were generally relaxed a little in favour of the sixth and seventh years, however, something about the girls' expression told him that they did not have permission...
He couldn't quite put his finger on why it was that he didn't feel happy with Ginny and Dean being friends. He trust Ginny entirely, Dean less so, but the thought of them spending hours huddled together in the cosy Gryffindor common room made his stomach turn nastily. Was Ginny going off him?
I think
It's the getting to the point that is the hardest part
He sighed again and decided to send her a message. Even though he had replaced his beloved owl Hedwig who had been killed a year previously with another owl named Tag, he preferred to send a patronus to his girlfriend every now and again, just so she could hear his voice, and perhaps make her think of him a bit more. Ginny claimed she had not yet mastered the art, so never sent one back, despite Hermione teaching both Harry and Ginny how to do it at the same time. Instead, she sent back an owl in response.
He thought about the feeling he had experienced when Ginny had agreed to be his girlfriend again, "Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, his silvery stag appearing before him.
"Okay Prongs," his affectionate name for his patronus, "Can you deliver this message to Ginny Weasley please? She should be sat in the Gryffindor common room."
And if you call, I will answer,
And if you fall, I'll pick you up,
And if you cause this disaster
I'll point you home, I'll point you home
"Ginny," he spoke into his wand to record the message, which would then be transferred to his Patronus. He paused, trying to think of the words, "Is everything okay with you? With us? I'm a bit gutted that you couldn't come and meet me today, Hermione says you're busy studying with Dean," he fought to keep the bitterness from his voice, "Give him my best," what was he trying to say? "Please come and see me soon. Hermione says that you have a Hogsmeade weekend coming up the weekend after next, but I would love to see you before then," again, words failed him. What did he want to say?
You think
I only think about you when we're both in the same room
You think
I'm only here to witness the remains of love exhumed
"I hope Quidditch practice is going okay, don't go wrecking that Firebolt!" Harry had bought Ginny a present to congratulate her on being made Quidditch captain in the shape of a Firebolt broomstick, the same as his own, the fastest racing broomstick in the world, favoured by lot of international teams, "I.." words were so difficult, "I love you Ginny."
You think
We're here to play the game of who loves more than whom
And if you call, I will answer,
And if you fall, I'll pick you up,
And if you cause this disaster,
I'll point you home, I'll point you home
With that, Harry sealed the message within the Patronus and it slid out the window, soaring gracefully through the air towards Hogwarts.
You think
It's only fair to do what's best for you and you alone
You think
It's only fair to do the same to me when you're not home
As Harry watched the patronus fly towards the Gryffindor tower, a glimmer of silver flying through the air, he felt a strong desire to fly with it to greet his girlfriend. Or was it really to check what she was up to? He wasn't a hundred percent sure. He thought he could trust Hermione to tell him if anything untoward was happening behind his back, but what if Ginny had Hermione on side? What if they were closer than he had realised, and Hermione was really covering Ginny's back by saying she was studying? Maybe right now Ginny and Dean were cuddled up by the fire, laughing at that fool Harry Potter for trusting his girlfriend.
I think
It's time to make this something that is more than only fair
No, Harry mentally shook himself, Hermione's loyalty was to him, he was sure. Perhaps a quick call in to the Three Broomsticks was in order, to ask Hermione in person. She was always hopeless at lying face to face. He pulled on a thick cloak blew out the candles and left, heading in the direction of the beloved pub, not noticing a school owl fly over head, it's head turning left and right, searching.
And if you call, I will answer,
And if you call, I'll pick you up,
And if you cause this disaster,
I'll point you home, I'll point you home.
Three hours later, Harry staggered out the pub, one arm around a giggling Hermione's shoulder, the other around Ron, who had a silly expression on his face, as he struggled to support Harry's weight. The Weasley brothers had always found Harry's inability to drink copious amounts of alcohol most amusing.
I'm warning you, don't ever do
Those crazy messed up things that you do
The three staggered into the flat. Perhaps if Harry had been slightly less inebriated he would have remembered that he had actually blown out the candles before he left, but as it was, he didn't, so he wasn't at all surprised by the light room that met him.
"You know," he slurred drunkenly into Ron's ear, "If you three ever want a threesome," he joked, carrying on with a conversation they had been having earlier, in which they discussed the probability of Draco Malfoy having a threesome with Pansy Parkinson and Bellatrix LeStrange, as he had bragged loudly in the Great Hall one morning, much to the embarrassment of Pansy, according to Hermione, "If Draco isn't available," ("That would be such a shame..." Hermione snorted) he continued on, turning into his bedroom, "I'm your man!"
If you ever do
I promise you, I'll be the first to crucify you
"Ginny!" Harry was immediately sobered by the sight of his incredibly angry girlfriend standing by the window, "What a lovely surprise!" He held his arms out wide to embrace her, but she stormed past him angrily, shooting a murderous look at both Ron and Hermione before stomping off, "Oh dear, do you think she got the wrong end of the stick?" he asked drunkenly. Ron nodded, before falling over in a heap, laughing uncontrollably.
The next day, Harry sent the largest, most beautiful bunch of flower he could find up to the castle, along with a note explaining what had really happened to Ginny. He received back only a few words in reply:
Now it's time to prove that you've come back here to rebuild.
