Title: Bedtime Habits
Author: JJCookie16
Disclaimer: I don't own or make any money from the posting of this story.
Rating: M
Pairings: Yaoi HarryxRon
Warnings: Book 6 and all books previous
Authors Note: This will be a get-together fic, eventually. So if you don't like yaoi couples please don't read. And I am taking some serious writer's license and ignoring all the books after 6, because I started this story a long time ago and now I'm finally finishing it and posting it.
Summary: The summer after Dumbledore's death, Harry is having some trouble coping with his feelings of loss. Finally back at the one place he can call home besides Hogwarts, Ron is determined to help his friend find solace.
Chapter 3:
Ginny had been chasing her brother's relentlessly around the yard for almost an hour before she realized that she hadn't seen Harry. Pulling her broom to a stop as she caught her breath, she glanced around the garden. Fred and George were trying to hide behind the shed, their broom handles sticking out slightly. Ron was hovering just behind an apple tree on the opposite side of the yard, but Harry was still missing. Angling her broom up, Ginny rose further into the air until she was several feet above the rooftop. With still no sign of Harry, she looked straight up, shielding her eyes from the strong afternoon sun and was surprised to see him circling the yard another fifteen feet higher. Sporting a grin that would rival the twins at their best, Ginny shot straight for him, hoping to catch Harry off guard.
Caught up in the view and feel of the wind in his face, Harry didn't notice Ginny until it was almost too late. The sun glinting off her copper hair was his only warning and he placed his broom into a sickening nose dive as she over shot him by a scant few inches.
Feeling the brush of his clothing as she flew past, Ginny hauled her broom around and quickly followed Harry's maddening descent. Ten feet from the ground, she reversed direction and watched as Harry continued to plummet downwards.
Watching from their hiding places, Fred, George and Ron headed back into the open as Harry started to free fall with their sister right behind him. Worried that they might have crashed when Ginny went after him, the three moved to catch the pair as they got closer. They relaxed slightly when Ginny pulled out of the dive, but panicked when
Harry continued down.
Yanking his broom up and to the right, Harry also pulled out of the dive sending himself into a tight spiral paralleling the ground, his knuckles brushing through the grass. Pulling up once more, he shot himself back into the air to hover a few feet away from Ginny. Four stunned faces looked up at him before Ginny threw herself at him, causing Harry to land rather suddenly and awkwardly.
"I thought you were going to crash!" she exclaimed, burying her face in Harry's shoulder.
"That was bloody brilliant mate, scary, but brilliant," Ron enthused.
"Angelina's gonna go mental if you try that at Quidditch practice," George added.
"I'd like to see Malfoy try to follow that," Fred grinned, patting Harry on the back.
"Mum's gonna lock our brooms away for the rest of summer if she finds out," Ginny said, wiping at her watery eyes.
"Sorry guys, guess I got a little carried away," Harry blushed, ducking his head in embarrassment.
Leaping back onto her broom, Ginny grinned triumphantly, "You're it Harry!"
Blinking owlishly up at the receding form, Harry looked around him at the other three who were bent over in gales of laughter.
"She's right, she did tag you Harry," George snickered.
"More like tackled you," Fred chortled, as they mounted their brooms again and took off.
The game continued until Ron's broom got tangled in the apple tree he'd been trying to hide in and the twins had pulled out their fire crackers. Fred and George had been tossing them behind their brooms at whoever was chasing them, hoping to slow them down. George surprised Ginny by throwing one right in front of her, causing her to lose control of her broom and send it crashing into a hedge. When the end of Fred's broom caught fire from a stray spark, they all decided it was time to end the game.
Staggering in from the yard, Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at the battered children that collapsed at the table. Harry was helping a limping Ron into a chair, who'd fallen out of the apple tree after wrestling his broom free. Ginny was getting a piggy back ride from George, as she was covered in scrapes and cuts from the hedge she'd landed in and Fred was cradling a slightly burnt hand.
Suppressing a yawn, Harry stuck another marshmallow onto his stick and held it near
the fire. Ron passed him a piece of chocolate as the marshmallow turned a golden brown color and he grabbed two crackers to make a sandwich. He'd been looking forward to this ever since Ron had mentioned it at dinner, though he hadn't told him it was because he'd never had them before. Dudley had made them at camp outs before, but Harry had never been allowed to participate. Now though he understood why his cousin had loved them so much, as Harry licked the last remnants of chocolate off his fingers.
As the last embers slowly faded, Heero felt his eyelids drooping heavily. The marshmallows had been finished a few hours ago and Ron was sprawled out next to him snoring softly. Settling back into the nest of blankets, Harry willed himself to sleep without any nightmares tonight.