"What exactly were you doing with these, Harry?" James Potter asked his son. He was holding up two empty bottles of firewhiskey his wife had found in Harry's room.
Harry looked amused, and raised his eyebrows. His arms were crossed when he said, "What do you think Dad?"
"This is no time to be a smart ass, Harry." James said rolling his eyes. Lily hit him on the shoulder and said softly, "James!"
"What?" James whispered back, tilting his head towards his wife, at an attempt to hide his look from Harry. "Like he hasn't heard that before. I've heard the way he talks with Ron."
"He learned it from you and Sirius!" Lily whispered harshly.
"That's just-"
"Can I go now?" Harry said interrupting his father, pointing a thumb to the door, "Or do I have to have yet another miserable look into the future at what my life will be like in twenty years?"
"You'll stay right here, Harry James." Lily said, and Harry winced at the sound of his full name. "Now, I want you to tell me where you got those," she said, pointing to the bottles.
"I don't think you'll like the answer." Harry said, scratching his newly shaven jaw.
"I don't think you'll like what will happen to you if-"
"James, please!" Lily scolded her husband again. "Now, Harry. Tell us where you got these. I doubt we would like any answer you give us." Lily said, turning to her son once again.
Harry sighed, and said, "Fine. Sirius gave them to me. He thought we could use some fun."
Lily held in the explosion of screaming she would have liked to show her son. "Who's we?" She asked. Harry didn't answer, "You and Ron?" Lily asked as the door opened.
They all looked over at the door and saw James' best friend walking through it. "Well hello, Potter family!" Sirius Black said happily. He noticed they were not all in very good moods. He smiled, "Ooo. Bad time?" He went over to Harry and slapped him on the back, "Whadd'ya do now, Harry?" Harry laughed as Sirius, who was amused, raised his eyebrows at him.
"I think it's more of what you did, Sirius." Lily said, not quite hiding her anger.
"What'd I do?" Sirius asked innocently, sounding like a ten year old, grabbing an apple from the table. He took a bite from it and nonchalantly chewed looking around for an answer.
"Sirius…" James drew the attention to the two bottles he was holding and realization dawned on Sirius' face, and his chewing slowed.
"Oh." Sirius said his mouth full.
"Yes, 'oh.' What were you thinking giving a fifteen year old boy alcohol?" Lily exclaimed.
"He would have gotten it somewhere else! Knowing Harry, it could have been worse."
"Oh!" Lily said, putting her hands up in the air in defeat. "You are incorrigible!"
"And you are fervent as always, Lily." Sirius said, with a smile. Harry and James tried to hide their amusement with coughs, but were unsuccessful. Lily glared at her husband and son. "He's practically sixteen. You were his same age the first time you had a drink."
"Oh, getting drunk off of punch you spiked in fifth year, unbeknownst to me, hardly counts." She said, calming down a bit.
"But it counts a little, doesn't it…" Sirius said, in the same smart tone Harry had been using earlier.
Sarcastically, Harry said, "This is not the time to be a smart ass, Sirius."
This time James had to fight a laugh from escaping his mouth. "Go ahead!" Lily said, giving up on scolding her son and Sirius. "Laugh! Be immature." She said, exiting out the kitchen door.
"Whew!" Sirius exclaimed, "Wasn't sure if we were getting out of that one…" They all burst out into a fit of hysterics.
Ginny was sitting on the grass in her bathing suit by the pond in the woods. She laid back and looked up at the green trees above, she could hear the rhythm of the water. She closed her eyes, she wasn't expecting Harry to come outside for awhile because Mrs. Potter sounded pretty mad, so she was free to laze around in her yellow and red polka dotted bikini. She was soaking up the hot summer sun for about ten minutes before she heard a rustling behind her.
Ginny didn't take any mind and kept laying there without opening her eyes. Until the sun was blocked by a shadow did she open her eyes. And there, as glorious as one of those Greek gods Hermione had been telling her about, was Harry Potter, wearing nothing but swimming trunks and a smirk. She lifted her head to meet his, and he moved over to her side. She squinted her eyes to keep out the sun.
"Harry Potter," she acknowledged, closing her eyes again.
"Ginny Weasley," he said in a more cheerful tone than Ginny had.
"What are you in for for the magazine's?" Ginny asked, looking over at Harry who lay down next to her.
"Wasn't the magazines. My mum found empty firewhiskey bottles in my room." He shrugged. Ginny laughed, and looked away from him. After a moment of silence, Harry, at an attempt at sincerity in his voice, he said, "You know, I really don't have magazine's in my closet, or anywhere."
She smiled, "That's good to know." She paused and looked at his form lying on the grass. "So, how'd you get out of it this time?"
"Sirius."
"Of course," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
They were silent again, but it wasn't awkward, it never was.
Harry looked over at her, she looked over at him, he looked like he wanted to say something sincere. He spoke up and mid sentence a smile grew on his face, "So you're looking pretty good in that bathing suit, love."
An explosion of anger went off inside of her. Why did she always think he would actually show human feelings? She had her hopes, but she knew it would never happen. She shook her head and got up. She wiped off the grass stuck to her legs and stalked off towards the Burrow.
"Where are you going, Ginny?" Harry yelled after her.
She knew he was running toward her, but she didn't bother speeding up. He grabbed her hand after catching up with her, and she looked down at his hand on her wrist. She flung off his tight grip, and before she walked two steps she heard Harry say loudly, "Why do you do this, Ginny? Why?"
She spun around, her hair flying into her face, and said sharply, "Do what?"
Harry threw his hands down at his sides in frustration. "You just… leave! I say something, and you just… leave!" Ginny scoffed and ran toward the house. "There you go again!" Harry yelled after her. He ran a hand through his hair. This was a recurring habit that he always did whenever Ginny Weasley broke his heart into yet another piece.
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