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Chapter 2: The Morning After Booty Call?
Morning dawned too quickly for the 17 year old Harry Potter. He stared lazily at the ceiling thinking about the previous night's events and the joy he felt in the pit of his stomach. He loved Ginny Weasley, and she loved him back. He sighed and started to slip back into a daydream, but was rudely shaken out of it by his best friend and Ginny's brother, Ron.
" Oi, 'arry, get up! What's with you this morning?" Ron shouted.
"Hmm, what? Nothing." Ron knew nothing of Harry's relationship with Ginny, and Harry planned on keeping it that way. Harry could only imagine how Ron would react if he found out what happened between him and Ginny last night. Oh dear what a brawl that would cause. The only ones who knew were their friend Hermione Granger and Dean Thomas, Harry's roommate who had walked in on them last night after they were finished.
"Mmm, ok, if you say so." Ron turned on his heels and headed towards the bathroom.
As Ron shut the door, Dean poked his head above his covers and snickered. "When you going to tell him lover boy? I don't think lying to one's best friend is very good for the Head Boy to impress upon the youngins here."
Harry threw the first thing he could find at Dean, which in hindsight turned out to be a bad idea as it was the abandoned bra of one Ms. Ginny Weasley. The purple satin shot through the room and hit Dean just as Ron walked out of the bathroom. Dean pulled it from sight as quick as possible under the covers, and Ron being oblivious to everything, didn't notice. Harry let a quick sigh of relief escape before hopping from bed.
"I'm going down to the showers. I'll see you both at breakfast." Harry walked quickly to Dean's bed and pretended to look for a stray pair of boxers. Dean slipped Ginny's bra quickly to Harry and Harry walked out of the room.
Harry started towards the Prefect bathroom, and ahead of him bounced the gorgeous red hair he had felt so well last night. His favorite female Prefect entered the bathroom and let the door shut behind her. Harry waited for just a moment thinking of where the rest of the Prefects would be right now; Hermione, the Head Girl, was still in bed as he had heard her snoring as he walked past the door; Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect whom Harry had beaten out for head boy, despised the separate bathroom; Justin Fitch-Fletchley, the Hufflepuff Prefect, would already be down at Breakfast; and the Ravenclaw Prefect, Jessica Finnigan, was already outside on the Quidditch field practicing. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and entered cautiously.
"Who's there please," Ginny's melodious voice chanted as the passageway shut.
"Laundryman," Harry teased, deepening his voice.
"Laundry? What of mine could you have? All my laundry was done yesterday."
"Oh, just a little something." Harry hung the purple bra over the changing room door. Ginny gasped and snagged the garment from Harry's hand. Harry pulled open the changing room door and quickly ran inside.
"Harold Potter! What are you doing?" Ginny asked, in mock anger.
"Oh nothing. I had no idea you were in here," he said innocently, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
"At-hem," chided a stern voice from outside the door. "I'm thinking those changing rooms were meant for only one person."
*~*~*
"No, not at all," said Harry sarcastically. "They fit two very comfortably when both are missing clothing."
"Mione, please, let Harry get out and such. And no peeking! It's mine!" Ginny giggled. Harry pulled closer to Ginny and continued to kiss her. His hand started to run down her bare torso.
"Less kissing, more moving," Hermione commanded.
Harry mumbled under his breath as he swiftly exited the stall. He wrapped the towel back around his waist and stalked off towards another changing room. Hermione turned around quickly, shielding herself from looking at Harry's rear. She reddened slightly but recovered quickly as she thought about what Ron would say.
The door across the room slammed open and Harry quickly walked out of the bathroom, shooting only a loving glance at the door of Ginny's stall and a glare at Hermione. How he could be so mad, Mione was unsure, but resolved herself to talk to him later. Ginny then exited the stall slowly and walked to the deep tub in the middle of the room.
"What's with him? I was just teasing. I didn't think he would get that mad," Hermione sighed.
Ginny shrugged slightly, touched the stone around her neck and looked forlornly at the door. The pull from the necklace was very faint and diminishing quickly. This look from her friend worried Hermione.
"Gin, what's wrong? What did I do?" she pleaded.
"Nothing really, it's just that, well, something happened last night. Nothing bad, something absolutely amazing, and well, I guess," Ginny stumbled for words. "From what he said to me last night, he's really scared of losing someone I guess and - - - "
Suddenly, it hit Hermione. "Harry Potter told you he loved you, didn't he?" She was so excited at that moment for her friends, but then realized what she must have done. "I made him leave you, didn't I? And he wanted to stay, and it must have felt like someone else prying him away from what he loves. Oh Gin, I'm so dumb!" Hermione ran over to Ginny, hugging her.
"Hermione, don't feel so bad, it's ok and all. I'm sure everything will be fine. He just can't be with me when he's around anyone in public except you, and I'm sure he's just feeling like there's no where for him to be with me now that you don't want him near me either." Ginny shook her head at the absurdity of it all. Such maintenance this boy was turning into, but she loved him all the more. She sighed and touched her necklace again, feeling only the pull that told her that Harry was still alive.
"Wait a sec, what is that?!" Hermione exclaimed. Hermione took the necklace in her hand and studied it.
"Oh, Harry gave it to me last night." Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the beauty of the necklace.
"Jeez! That's gorgeous. Where did that boy get this?"
Ginny smiled at the secret she knew of the necklaces origin. "Dunno." Ginny was trying to desperately hide the fact that Harry was in contact with Sirius, since she was unaware that Hermione had known way before her.
The two girls finished their baths and started back towards their rooms. As Ginny slipped into her room, Hermione knocked on the door of the boy's dormitory.
"Who is it?" yelled a deep Irish voice.
"Seamus, it's Mione. Is Harry there?" Stomping could be heard from inside, and suddenly the door flung open.
"What?" Harry demanded. There was hurt in his eyes as he glared hard at Hermione. She was startled and was silent for a moment. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Harry, come talk to me."
"Hell no! You can't even let a guy spend some well-earned time with the girl he loves. Why the heck should I come talk to you if you're just going to chide me for breaking the rules?"
"Harry, I'm not going to chide you at all," Hermione pleaded. "I know you love her, and I was just poking some light hearted fun."
Harry left the door open, strode back to his bed, grabbed his robe and stalked out the door. Hermione tried desperately to keep up, but Harry was taller than her and could walk much faster.
"Light hearted fun huh?" Harry spun on his heels as Hermione bumped straight into his chest. She looked up at him and was scared by the anger in Harry's usually well-tempered eyes. "Try losing your parents, having them pulled away from you by someone else so you never see them again. Try never being able to see your godfather because the whole world is pulling you away from him. Try being responsible for the fact that Cedric Diggory died, pulled from you by the embodiment of hate itself. Try being the one who is responsible for Voldemort rising again and killing hundreds of more people before he could be stopped. Then look at my situation. I can't even feel free to love the love of my life because it's "against the rules". Jeez, Hermione, you're so gung ho about being right that you never stop to think about what you're saying."
Hermione grew even more scared as Harry's temper start to rise. He finally threw his arms up in disgust, walking away from her. He pulled his robe over his head, pinning his Head Boy badge on, and stalked off towards breakfast.
Hermione stood in bewilderment of it all. She had never seen Harry like this, and it was all her fault.
Chapter 2: The Morning After Booty Call?
Morning dawned too quickly for the 17 year old Harry Potter. He stared lazily at the ceiling thinking about the previous night's events and the joy he felt in the pit of his stomach. He loved Ginny Weasley, and she loved him back. He sighed and started to slip back into a daydream, but was rudely shaken out of it by his best friend and Ginny's brother, Ron.
" Oi, 'arry, get up! What's with you this morning?" Ron shouted.
"Hmm, what? Nothing." Ron knew nothing of Harry's relationship with Ginny, and Harry planned on keeping it that way. Harry could only imagine how Ron would react if he found out what happened between him and Ginny last night. Oh dear what a brawl that would cause. The only ones who knew were their friend Hermione Granger and Dean Thomas, Harry's roommate who had walked in on them last night after they were finished.
"Mmm, ok, if you say so." Ron turned on his heels and headed towards the bathroom.
As Ron shut the door, Dean poked his head above his covers and snickered. "When you going to tell him lover boy? I don't think lying to one's best friend is very good for the Head Boy to impress upon the youngins here."
Harry threw the first thing he could find at Dean, which in hindsight turned out to be a bad idea as it was the abandoned bra of one Ms. Ginny Weasley. The purple satin shot through the room and hit Dean just as Ron walked out of the bathroom. Dean pulled it from sight as quick as possible under the covers, and Ron being oblivious to everything, didn't notice. Harry let a quick sigh of relief escape before hopping from bed.
"I'm going down to the showers. I'll see you both at breakfast." Harry walked quickly to Dean's bed and pretended to look for a stray pair of boxers. Dean slipped Ginny's bra quickly to Harry and Harry walked out of the room.
Harry started towards the Prefect bathroom, and ahead of him bounced the gorgeous red hair he had felt so well last night. His favorite female Prefect entered the bathroom and let the door shut behind her. Harry waited for just a moment thinking of where the rest of the Prefects would be right now; Hermione, the Head Girl, was still in bed as he had heard her snoring as he walked past the door; Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect whom Harry had beaten out for head boy, despised the separate bathroom; Justin Fitch-Fletchley, the Hufflepuff Prefect, would already be down at Breakfast; and the Ravenclaw Prefect, Jessica Finnigan, was already outside on the Quidditch field practicing. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and entered cautiously.
"Who's there please," Ginny's melodious voice chanted as the passageway shut.
"Laundryman," Harry teased, deepening his voice.
"Laundry? What of mine could you have? All my laundry was done yesterday."
"Oh, just a little something." Harry hung the purple bra over the changing room door. Ginny gasped and snagged the garment from Harry's hand. Harry pulled open the changing room door and quickly ran inside.
"Harold Potter! What are you doing?" Ginny asked, in mock anger.
"Oh nothing. I had no idea you were in here," he said innocently, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
"At-hem," chided a stern voice from outside the door. "I'm thinking those changing rooms were meant for only one person."
*~*~*
"No, not at all," said Harry sarcastically. "They fit two very comfortably when both are missing clothing."
"Mione, please, let Harry get out and such. And no peeking! It's mine!" Ginny giggled. Harry pulled closer to Ginny and continued to kiss her. His hand started to run down her bare torso.
"Less kissing, more moving," Hermione commanded.
Harry mumbled under his breath as he swiftly exited the stall. He wrapped the towel back around his waist and stalked off towards another changing room. Hermione turned around quickly, shielding herself from looking at Harry's rear. She reddened slightly but recovered quickly as she thought about what Ron would say.
The door across the room slammed open and Harry quickly walked out of the bathroom, shooting only a loving glance at the door of Ginny's stall and a glare at Hermione. How he could be so mad, Mione was unsure, but resolved herself to talk to him later. Ginny then exited the stall slowly and walked to the deep tub in the middle of the room.
"What's with him? I was just teasing. I didn't think he would get that mad," Hermione sighed.
Ginny shrugged slightly, touched the stone around her neck and looked forlornly at the door. The pull from the necklace was very faint and diminishing quickly. This look from her friend worried Hermione.
"Gin, what's wrong? What did I do?" she pleaded.
"Nothing really, it's just that, well, something happened last night. Nothing bad, something absolutely amazing, and well, I guess," Ginny stumbled for words. "From what he said to me last night, he's really scared of losing someone I guess and - - - "
Suddenly, it hit Hermione. "Harry Potter told you he loved you, didn't he?" She was so excited at that moment for her friends, but then realized what she must have done. "I made him leave you, didn't I? And he wanted to stay, and it must have felt like someone else prying him away from what he loves. Oh Gin, I'm so dumb!" Hermione ran over to Ginny, hugging her.
"Hermione, don't feel so bad, it's ok and all. I'm sure everything will be fine. He just can't be with me when he's around anyone in public except you, and I'm sure he's just feeling like there's no where for him to be with me now that you don't want him near me either." Ginny shook her head at the absurdity of it all. Such maintenance this boy was turning into, but she loved him all the more. She sighed and touched her necklace again, feeling only the pull that told her that Harry was still alive.
"Wait a sec, what is that?!" Hermione exclaimed. Hermione took the necklace in her hand and studied it.
"Oh, Harry gave it to me last night." Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the beauty of the necklace.
"Jeez! That's gorgeous. Where did that boy get this?"
Ginny smiled at the secret she knew of the necklaces origin. "Dunno." Ginny was trying to desperately hide the fact that Harry was in contact with Sirius, since she was unaware that Hermione had known way before her.
The two girls finished their baths and started back towards their rooms. As Ginny slipped into her room, Hermione knocked on the door of the boy's dormitory.
"Who is it?" yelled a deep Irish voice.
"Seamus, it's Mione. Is Harry there?" Stomping could be heard from inside, and suddenly the door flung open.
"What?" Harry demanded. There was hurt in his eyes as he glared hard at Hermione. She was startled and was silent for a moment. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Harry, come talk to me."
"Hell no! You can't even let a guy spend some well-earned time with the girl he loves. Why the heck should I come talk to you if you're just going to chide me for breaking the rules?"
"Harry, I'm not going to chide you at all," Hermione pleaded. "I know you love her, and I was just poking some light hearted fun."
Harry left the door open, strode back to his bed, grabbed his robe and stalked out the door. Hermione tried desperately to keep up, but Harry was taller than her and could walk much faster.
"Light hearted fun huh?" Harry spun on his heels as Hermione bumped straight into his chest. She looked up at him and was scared by the anger in Harry's usually well-tempered eyes. "Try losing your parents, having them pulled away from you by someone else so you never see them again. Try never being able to see your godfather because the whole world is pulling you away from him. Try being responsible for the fact that Cedric Diggory died, pulled from you by the embodiment of hate itself. Try being the one who is responsible for Voldemort rising again and killing hundreds of more people before he could be stopped. Then look at my situation. I can't even feel free to love the love of my life because it's "against the rules". Jeez, Hermione, you're so gung ho about being right that you never stop to think about what you're saying."
Hermione grew even more scared as Harry's temper start to rise. He finally threw his arms up in disgust, walking away from her. He pulled his robe over his head, pinning his Head Boy badge on, and stalked off towards breakfast.
Hermione stood in bewilderment of it all. She had never seen Harry like this, and it was all her fault.