What the Other Weasley's Don't Know…
Chapter 1: Flat Buddies (A kind of Prologue)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Only this piece of lint…OH NO! The hobo just stole my piece of lint! Now I don't own anything! NOTE: I actually stole this disclaimer from someone, so I don't own it either.
"Oh God, Harry! That was amazing!" moaned Ginny in complete ecstasy.
"Yeah, I know, I'm the best! You won't find it this good anywhere else!" Harry boasted.
"It was so big. I almost thought I couldn't get it in!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Yeah, well. Knowing it was coming from me, you just had to make room," he smugly said.
"I didn't know that was edible! It was so exotic."
"Yeah, well, you're lucky I can cook, or else you'd starve. Your turn to wash the dishes."
"Gosh, you're such a bloody dictator!" Ginny exclaimed hotly. "Why'd I ever agree to share a flat with you, anyway?"
"Maybe because we're best mates and I'm paying all the rent, while you're 'saving' your money," Harry told her wryly.
"Gosh, it sounds like you're putting all this on me!" she replied in a shocked voice. "You know, with me living with you, you aren't constantly hounded by all those adoring witches in the 'Boy Who Lived and Later Killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,' Fan Club. You owe your bachelor-ness to me Harry James Potter."
Harry suddenly became serious, and Ginny immediately regretted her choice of words. They were true, of course. After his seventh year, when Harry defeated Voldemort the female population suddenly became aware of how great a snag Harry was. He had to beat them off with his wand…not literally. (He's not abusive or anything, if that's what you're thinking.)
They decided the simplest solution was for Harry to move in with a girl. And as the only two girls within his age, that he would consider living with, were Hermione and Ginny, it wasn't a very hard choice. Hermione and Ron were, after all, engaged; it just wouldn't be right for him to live with a woman taken by his friend.
He wouldn't have chosen Hermione anyway, taken or not. During his seventh year, when his two best friends started dating each other, Harry, feeling like a third-wheel, started spending more time with the youngest Weasley to avoid confrontation with the Snog-Mates.
"Thanks, Ginny, I probably wouldn't be sane without you." Harry said sincerely. He grinned wickedly. "Not that I am completely sane, even with you as a best mate."
"Ditto, Harry," Ginny replied, glad that he had come so quickly out of his serious phase.
Harry picked up the dishes in front of them, and put them in the sink, even though it was Ginny's turn to clean up. He always took care of the 'dirty work.'
"Well, I'll be getting off to bed," he said, glancing at the Grandfather Clock.
"And I'll be headed off to work," Ginny said dejectedly.
Harry cast a smirk in her direction. "Make sure to wear the black lingerie, it makes the men wild!"
A/N HELLO PEOPLE! There are two people writing this story. Me, Annie, and Kasey, who basically does everything. But I help. Yeah, like, the disclaimer! That was…sort of me! Well review and tell us if we should continue or not. This is our first Harry Potter story, but I have a School of Rock story. Yeah…and Kasey doesn't have one, YET. Well review please! Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes! Oh yes, by the way. Everyone needs to check out the band called 'Harry and the Potters' They ROCK MY SOCKS…OFF! But seriously they suck so bad it's hilarious. They write songs…about books! Peace. Bye.