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Hugs.
Blurb …
It's like what Hermione always said-sometimes; the simplest and not-so-simplest feelings could all be expressed with a hug. [Series of Hug-related oneshots RonHermione HarryGinny and others. DH spoilers.
CHAPTER THREE: The I'm-sorry Hug.
"Ginny, please just talk to me?"
Ginny huffed and stalked off to the other side of the room with her book. Harry sighed and flung back on the couch. She had been like this all week. Just because he got sidetracked at work and forgot a dinner they had planned.
He had said sorry Merlin knows how many times, but she refused to speak to him.
"I took a day off especially for it!" She had yelled at him when he had gotten home, and hadn't said anything to him since.
Well, he was going to change that. He was going to do something so sweet, she'd have to forgive him and collapse into his arms.
He was to going to make her dinner.
Only that part of the plan didn't go too well.
"Wingardiam leviosa!" he said, pointing at a large pot of soup. It soared into the air and Harry directed his wand for it to tip into two bowls. He turned away to see the chicken smoking on the stove.
"Ah, no!" he cried and turned it off. He turned to get the salt to repair the damage, to find the soup pouring itself onto the floor.
Trying not to panic, he grabbed the pot himself and poured what was left into two bowls. Unfortunately, he slipped on the sticky floor, and was sent crashing to the floor, along with half a dozen kitchen utensils.
Swearing under his breath, he grabbed a drawer handle and pulled himself up. He got two plates from a cupboard and attempted to gouge the chicken out of the tray. Unfortunately, it was proving hard to remove.
"Diffindo!" Harry said hastily, pointing at the chicken. Instead of cutting the chicken, it cut the tray and one half fell to the floor with a crash, where it joined the soup.
He stifled an angry yell and decided just to find some pasta in the pantry. But he had barely stood up when a heat wave hit him. He looked around to find the stove practically on fire.
"Aguamenti!" Harry cried and the water splashed out with a hiss and the fire was immediately gone. Great-now there was a huge black burn on the kitchen wall.
He went to go get the pasta from the pantry, and ended up slipping and crashing to the floor again, spraying soup everywhere.
"Harry?"
He looked up to see Ginny home from work, splattered with soup and looking horrified. Well this wasn't exactly how he imagined her coming home-him on the floor, covered in soup, with a black burn on the wall, half a kitchen tray and burnt chicken everywhere and a stray spatula waving lazily on the kitchen bench, while other utensils floated around.
Ginny immediately threw down her bag and pulled him to his feet.
"What on earth happened?! Scorgify!" She added, pointing her wand and the soup covering him vanished.
"I … it was supposed to be s surprise dinner." Harry admitted. He looked at the floor to avoid looking at her face. "But it didn't turn out all right."
He looked up to see Ginny almost in tears.
"What?" He asked.
"You did this for me?" She asked quietly, gesturing the messy kitchen. Harry nodded and held out his arms.
"I'm sorry?"
She laughed and nodded, and hugged him tightly.
Not the sort of reunion I expected, Harry thought.
"Oh, by the way …" Ginny pulled away enough to look at him sternly. "I am never letting you cook dinner ever again."
A/N: I hate cooking. Seriously, i get bored halfway through, then abandon the job. I dunno how i'm gona live when i go to Uni.
And yes, i update. I will not abandon this story. Seeing as i've already written most of it.
Oh well, H/G goodness. Hope you liked, reviews appriciated, until next time-
-Moon. : D