All belongs to JKR, except the plot. That's mine.
Hope you like it so far; this is a tiny, chapter, as I haven't had that much time. But the next chapter is incredibly long, and I haven't decided weather or not to split it up. You choose 2 still long chapters or 1 very, very long one. Up to you let me know.
Thanks to all my beta readers especially Jenny.
If anyone has any suggestions for future chapters, please, please give them to me!
Chapter 4
She'd thought about owling to cancel but had decided against it; no doubt Harry had already told them she'd seen Draco. Cancelling the date would only have them over here faster than you could say 'Averada Kavarda' fussing and tutting
over her like she was a sick child, besides it wasn't often that they got a summons like this so she was intrigued.
Anyway after her talk with Adam she felt much better, like a load she'd been carrying was now lighter. Just as he'd promised he'd not judged her nor condemned her but listened to what had happened unbiased.
They were now firm friends, the unshakeable bond of shared secrets the base of their friendship and a shared sense of humour, Ginny felt so certain they'd still be friends when they were both in the old folks home. It was weird.
Happy with her appearance, she apperated over to Hermione and Harry's house, appearing in their kitchen.
"Harry, Ginny would have owled by now if she was cancelling, she has manners, unlike her brother who just fails to turn up."
She peered through the serving hatch into the lounge where she saw Sirius, Harry and Hermione in deep conversation.
"You don't think, that just maybe she might not feel like company tonight after seeing Draco?
God knows he was barley coherent at lunch, is it impossible to think that she might have been similarly affected?" questioned Harry vehemently.
"No," Sirius interjected, "You know as well as I do that Ginny is a strong woman, she made a life for herself after going through a terrible ordeal, and taking a crippling blow. You're underestimating her," he pronounced.
Good old Sirius, thought Ginny she couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather have in her corner, but enough she really didn't want to hear anymore pronouncements on her love life or lack of.
"Hello, is anyone home. Aren't you supposed to be here to welcome your guests?"
Hermione, followed swiftly by Harry and Sirius came in to the kitchen to greet her. After kisses and hugs had been done away with Sirius came right to the point. "I don't want tonight to be everyone tiptoeing around you in case any mention of
Draco Malfoy sets you off, are you alright?"
"Fine thank you Sirius, it was a little weird seeing Draco after all this time but apart from that it was ok," lied Ginny through her teeth,
the only reason I'm still standing, she thought, is because I haven't really thought about it. Oh well I can always take tomorrow off; mentally shrugging he returned her attention to the conversation and asked, " Why?" though she knew the answer.
Before anyone could answer her, what sounded like an army trying to pound its way through the kitchen wall turned out to be Ron arriving, all noise, and no style.
Ginny began to shake with repressed laughter as her gaze found her brother, covered from head to toe, so thickly in soot, that if you hadn't known him you wouldn't have been able to tell the colour of his bright, ginger hair. His robes were filthy and his face was getting more and more dirty with every move he made as a fine dust of powder fell in a continual stream from his hair. Behind him clouds of dust billowed out, blacking out anything behind him.
No one else had the same problem as Ginny in trying to hide her amusement. Sirius was bent double, gripping his stomach tightly and was beginning to have trouble breathing, Harry, on the other side, didn't find it quite as amusing, she didn't think so anyway, but she was judging from his shaking shoulders, as he'd turned his back on the group, he was sneaking looks at Ron before new shakes racked his body. Hermione was smiling at Ron just, the shock having just receded; she was the first to speak.
"Ronald Weasley, what do you think you are doing to my new floor? And," she pause adding as though an after thought, " Are you alright?"
As Ron began to answer Hermione stopped him in his tracks, " Answer after you've cleaned my floor." This only served to increase Harry and Sirius's laughter.
Ron began to mumble under his breath something about "Damned floor not my fault… care more about it, than their best friend ...typical" That was all Ginny caught as she moved forward to help her brother out, she was the only one to show any compassion toward him.
"Explain," She demanded of him puzzled over his method of travel she asked, "Why didn't you apperate?"
Three heads turned in their direction at this question, ready to laugh at any explanation given, (que a sheepish looking Ron).
Turning red almost the same shade as his hair he began, "Well… you know… that last time I tried to apperate to here from my place and almost got splinched." Raising his eyebrows, whilst some how managing to keep his eyes glued to the floor, he continued after mummers of assent from the viewing audience, "This time I decided to try a different route," so far this seemed reasonable, Ginny was surprised.
Ron turned an accusing glare at Harry, "Yooou," he pointed his finger at Harry finishing on a high note, "Yooou never told me you'd blocked your fireplace up, so I get off a the grate, I think it is, by the way," he looked directly at Hermione, "You might want to apologise to your neighbour. That nice, little witch that shrieked her head off as soon as she saw me, her in a face pack is a terrifying sight, in case you were wondering, and grabbed her wand and sent me zooming back up the fire place, calling me fit to burn, I thankfully landed, bang in the middle of your newly renovated fireplace! Hope you like." He stepped aside as the dust was beginning to settle to reveal a very large whole where the fireplace had been.
Sirius lost it.
Having barely managed to keep a straight face through out the proceedings he totally lost it at the face pack and had had to sit down before he fell.
Hermione was torn between trying desperately not to laugh and dawning horror.
Mrs. Molly Crabtree, their next-door neighbour was a lovely old lady who had gone out of her way to make them feel welcome when they had first arrived. She had confided in Hermione that she religiously used muggle face packs when she got out of the bath and swore by them. The poor lady was probably got confronted with Ron screaming his head off at her when she'd just come out of the bath, so screamed and threw him out of her house, Hermione dissolved on to a nearby Harry, both had tears streaming down their faces, as did Ginny. Her stomach was really beginning to hurt but according to Jenny, her best friend, she should have a very flat stomach to show for it.
Ron waited impatiently for them to finish; shaking his head he knew he'd never be allowed to forget this, ever. Harry and Hermione were wiping their tears and Sirius was now only the odd tremor passing through him.
"Anyhow, are you alright?" he turned to address his sister, Ron always seemed to be able to look straight through her, he was the most sensitive of her brothers, not really that hard she supposed. She guessed she was buying in to the stereotype when she said she though it was because he was gay but that's the only explanation she could give for it. He'd only come out two years ago and was still a little apprehensive about everything, it had been really cute to watch him with his last boyfriend, they'd split up a couple of months ago and he hadn't seen anyone since.
When he saw her face Ron came over to her and hugged her, "No your not but you will be." He read her like no one else she knew.
"I know but sometimes it seems like I'll never get over him." Pulling back she gave him a smile and turned to the rest of them and said, "Anyway that's not what we're here for, what was it that you wanted to tell us?" she turned expectantly toward Harry and Hermione, who stepped closer together and put an arm around each others waist.
Hermione looked at Harry and receiving a nod, smiled tentatively announced
"Harry and I are getting married."
Thanks for reading it, once again!!
Your all great, obviously(
Hope you like it so far; this is a tiny, chapter, as I haven't had that much time. But the next chapter is incredibly long, and I haven't decided weather or not to split it up. You choose 2 still long chapters or 1 very, very long one. Up to you let me know.
Thanks to all my beta readers especially Jenny.
If anyone has any suggestions for future chapters, please, please give them to me!
Chapter 4
She'd thought about owling to cancel but had decided against it; no doubt Harry had already told them she'd seen Draco. Cancelling the date would only have them over here faster than you could say 'Averada Kavarda' fussing and tutting
over her like she was a sick child, besides it wasn't often that they got a summons like this so she was intrigued.
Anyway after her talk with Adam she felt much better, like a load she'd been carrying was now lighter. Just as he'd promised he'd not judged her nor condemned her but listened to what had happened unbiased.
They were now firm friends, the unshakeable bond of shared secrets the base of their friendship and a shared sense of humour, Ginny felt so certain they'd still be friends when they were both in the old folks home. It was weird.
Happy with her appearance, she apperated over to Hermione and Harry's house, appearing in their kitchen.
"Harry, Ginny would have owled by now if she was cancelling, she has manners, unlike her brother who just fails to turn up."
She peered through the serving hatch into the lounge where she saw Sirius, Harry and Hermione in deep conversation.
"You don't think, that just maybe she might not feel like company tonight after seeing Draco?
God knows he was barley coherent at lunch, is it impossible to think that she might have been similarly affected?" questioned Harry vehemently.
"No," Sirius interjected, "You know as well as I do that Ginny is a strong woman, she made a life for herself after going through a terrible ordeal, and taking a crippling blow. You're underestimating her," he pronounced.
Good old Sirius, thought Ginny she couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather have in her corner, but enough she really didn't want to hear anymore pronouncements on her love life or lack of.
"Hello, is anyone home. Aren't you supposed to be here to welcome your guests?"
Hermione, followed swiftly by Harry and Sirius came in to the kitchen to greet her. After kisses and hugs had been done away with Sirius came right to the point. "I don't want tonight to be everyone tiptoeing around you in case any mention of
Draco Malfoy sets you off, are you alright?"
"Fine thank you Sirius, it was a little weird seeing Draco after all this time but apart from that it was ok," lied Ginny through her teeth,
the only reason I'm still standing, she thought, is because I haven't really thought about it. Oh well I can always take tomorrow off; mentally shrugging he returned her attention to the conversation and asked, " Why?" though she knew the answer.
Before anyone could answer her, what sounded like an army trying to pound its way through the kitchen wall turned out to be Ron arriving, all noise, and no style.
Ginny began to shake with repressed laughter as her gaze found her brother, covered from head to toe, so thickly in soot, that if you hadn't known him you wouldn't have been able to tell the colour of his bright, ginger hair. His robes were filthy and his face was getting more and more dirty with every move he made as a fine dust of powder fell in a continual stream from his hair. Behind him clouds of dust billowed out, blacking out anything behind him.
No one else had the same problem as Ginny in trying to hide her amusement. Sirius was bent double, gripping his stomach tightly and was beginning to have trouble breathing, Harry, on the other side, didn't find it quite as amusing, she didn't think so anyway, but she was judging from his shaking shoulders, as he'd turned his back on the group, he was sneaking looks at Ron before new shakes racked his body. Hermione was smiling at Ron just, the shock having just receded; she was the first to speak.
"Ronald Weasley, what do you think you are doing to my new floor? And," she pause adding as though an after thought, " Are you alright?"
As Ron began to answer Hermione stopped him in his tracks, " Answer after you've cleaned my floor." This only served to increase Harry and Sirius's laughter.
Ron began to mumble under his breath something about "Damned floor not my fault… care more about it, than their best friend ...typical" That was all Ginny caught as she moved forward to help her brother out, she was the only one to show any compassion toward him.
"Explain," She demanded of him puzzled over his method of travel she asked, "Why didn't you apperate?"
Three heads turned in their direction at this question, ready to laugh at any explanation given, (que a sheepish looking Ron).
Turning red almost the same shade as his hair he began, "Well… you know… that last time I tried to apperate to here from my place and almost got splinched." Raising his eyebrows, whilst some how managing to keep his eyes glued to the floor, he continued after mummers of assent from the viewing audience, "This time I decided to try a different route," so far this seemed reasonable, Ginny was surprised.
Ron turned an accusing glare at Harry, "Yooou," he pointed his finger at Harry finishing on a high note, "Yooou never told me you'd blocked your fireplace up, so I get off a the grate, I think it is, by the way," he looked directly at Hermione, "You might want to apologise to your neighbour. That nice, little witch that shrieked her head off as soon as she saw me, her in a face pack is a terrifying sight, in case you were wondering, and grabbed her wand and sent me zooming back up the fire place, calling me fit to burn, I thankfully landed, bang in the middle of your newly renovated fireplace! Hope you like." He stepped aside as the dust was beginning to settle to reveal a very large whole where the fireplace had been.
Sirius lost it.
Having barely managed to keep a straight face through out the proceedings he totally lost it at the face pack and had had to sit down before he fell.
Hermione was torn between trying desperately not to laugh and dawning horror.
Mrs. Molly Crabtree, their next-door neighbour was a lovely old lady who had gone out of her way to make them feel welcome when they had first arrived. She had confided in Hermione that she religiously used muggle face packs when she got out of the bath and swore by them. The poor lady was probably got confronted with Ron screaming his head off at her when she'd just come out of the bath, so screamed and threw him out of her house, Hermione dissolved on to a nearby Harry, both had tears streaming down their faces, as did Ginny. Her stomach was really beginning to hurt but according to Jenny, her best friend, she should have a very flat stomach to show for it.
Ron waited impatiently for them to finish; shaking his head he knew he'd never be allowed to forget this, ever. Harry and Hermione were wiping their tears and Sirius was now only the odd tremor passing through him.
"Anyhow, are you alright?" he turned to address his sister, Ron always seemed to be able to look straight through her, he was the most sensitive of her brothers, not really that hard she supposed. She guessed she was buying in to the stereotype when she said she though it was because he was gay but that's the only explanation she could give for it. He'd only come out two years ago and was still a little apprehensive about everything, it had been really cute to watch him with his last boyfriend, they'd split up a couple of months ago and he hadn't seen anyone since.
When he saw her face Ron came over to her and hugged her, "No your not but you will be." He read her like no one else she knew.
"I know but sometimes it seems like I'll never get over him." Pulling back she gave him a smile and turned to the rest of them and said, "Anyway that's not what we're here for, what was it that you wanted to tell us?" she turned expectantly toward Harry and Hermione, who stepped closer together and put an arm around each others waist.
Hermione looked at Harry and receiving a nod, smiled tentatively announced
"Harry and I are getting married."
Thanks for reading it, once again!!
Your all great, obviously(