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There's a lot of description of Harry's apartment in this chapter. On my profile I have links to all of the rooms.
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Ginny waited for Harry to say something. The look on his face was one of surprise, but other than that it was unreadable.
The walls were sky blue; the curtains were big and silky. A big rectangular mirror hung over the couch filled with flower printed pillows. A large multicolored rug had been placed over the hardwood floors. Vases filled with flowers decorated the room. I can't believe them. Harry thought.
"You should have listened when they told you to help them," Ron said laughing.
"I. But I. You can't!" Harry said.
Ginny who could no longer hold it in busted out laughing. Hermione was in fits of tears doubling over, clutching her stomach. Harry's face was one of repulsion.
"Only joking, Harry," Ginny said. Hermione waved her wand and the whole apartment changed.
Three tall wooden chairs the color of the cabinets sat under the overhang of the island. Modern black square plates sat on bamboo placemats. Clear angular glasses were on the corner of the placemats. The Oneida silverware sat beside the black plates. The cabinets were filled with the matching dinner and dessert plates. The deep matching bowls were on the shelf above the plates; matching serving dishes above that. There was an empty rack to hang champagne glasses. Ginny saw that Harry had noticed the empty rack and commented.
"Mum thought that we should wait to get you those until you officially turned eighteen," she said obviously in disagreement with her about it. "I already have them though," she said quietly so Mrs. Weasley couldn't hear. Harry grinned, that was so Ginny.
"The fridge is empty; we didn't have time to go shopping for food," Hermione said.
Having thoroughly studied the kitchen Harry moved into the living room. The walls were a light brown. A white canvas with black paint strokes on it hung from the wall. The black leather couch and chair looked comfy. A large matching ottoman sat on the shag rug. A square silver metal table sat next to both the couch and chair. A silver lamp with a black shade sat on it. Light came through the door leading to the balcony. Harry hadn't yet commented on the apartment. Ginny was getting pissed with him; Hermione looked to be holding her breath.
Harry stepped outside. A light breeze blew his hair out of his eyes. Two black wicker chairs and a matching table faced the city.
"Harry," Ginny said in a threatening tone.
"What?" Harry replied, even though he knew what Ginny wanted.
"Don't what me," She said.
"I love it. It's very, me," Harry said.
"I'm glad you like it," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry hugged her and thanked her.
"Well dears, I'm going to head back to the burrow, are you lot staying?"
"Yeah, Ron and I'll be back after Harry finishes looking at his place," Hermione said.
"Speak for yourself," Ron said. "I might stay a bit longer."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "We'll be back soon."
Harry and Ginny couldn't help but laugh at the odd couple.
"Mum? Do you mind if I stay the night here?"
"Certainly not Ginerva Weasley," Mrs. Weasley said getting angry. "Nothing against you though dear," she said in a motherly voice to Harry.
"In the guest bedroom of course!" Ginny said. "It's Harry's first night here in his own place. He shouldn't stay here by himself."
"Oh all right. In the guest bedroom Ginerva! And I expect you back tomorrow."
"Thank you mum."
Harry grinned; they would finally have some time to themselves. Harry had spent a year without seeing her and ever since he had been back from his trip their time together had been filled with mourning.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and led him back inside and towards his bedroom. She slowly pushed open the door revealing a large black bed with black sheets and a white quilt on it. Small simple black framed pictures were hung next to each other over the bed. White curtains were pushed to the ends of the large glass wall. The nightlife of London whizzed by below them.
"Wow, it's great!" Harry said pulling Ginny closer so he could put his arm around her. She smiled and looked over the room again. It really was great. She pulled Harry into the bathroom. It was large for an apartment. The bathroom was quite different from the bedroom. It was like stepping from the city into the country.
There was a big square tub, with large windows above it. Billowing white sheer curtains moved as the wind blew through the open window. The room was open and spacious. Before Harry had time to comment Ginny had drug him down to the guest bedroom. Harry's first thought was that it was very green. The far wall was green, while the two side walls were beige. The bed sat between the two narrow windows. The beige bedspread had a single black line going down it on each side. The black side table held a lamp and a vase of flowers. The smaller brown table held currently empty picture frames and another lamp.
"One more room!" Ginny said.
Across the hall Harry opened the door which revealed a white pedestal sink and tub, and a toilet. The tall window was straight across from the door, lighting the room. An oval mirror hung over the sink. The bottom half of the walls were white, while the top was a light brown.
"What do you think?" Ginny asked, bursting with anticipation.
"Wow. Wow, that's all I can say. You did this all today?" Harry asked amazed.
She nodded. "With a little magic of course," Ginny said looking towards Hermione who had begun to blush.
"She wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing," Ginny said.
Ron squeezed Hermione's hand. "That's for sure," he said beaming.
Hermione yawned. "Well, if you've finished your tour, we should be heading out. I'm exhausted," Hermione said.
Harry hugged her tightly and nodded bye to Ron. Then together they stepped out of the room and down the elevator to the city below.
"You hungry?" Harry asked Ginny. She nodded and they followed Ron and Hermione's steps down to the busy street below. Harry found a café and Ginny ordered a chicken salad sandwich. While they were eating Harry interrupted with a question.
"How did you pay for all of this?" He asked wondering why that hadn't occurred to him earlier.
"We haven't, but you will," She said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh I see how it is," Harry said. "Thanks Gin, for the place and everything. It really is amazing. I still don't see how you did it all in one day."
The rest of the evening was spent on the balcony watching the cars whiz by and the people pass talking and laughing. Long into the night they moved inside where they fell asleep on the couch together.
Beams of light from the balcony door woke them around nine the next morning. Ginny realized that she didn't have a change of clothes, so Harry took a quick shower and went out to get breakfast for the both of them. The clouds quickly overtook the sun bringing an unhappy gloom to the day. The sky threatened to rain, and Ginny quickly hurried home after breakfast to stay dry. Harry moseyed around his apartment admiring all they had done.
There was a frantic knock at the door and Harry opened it. Ginny stood in front of him; water dripping off her clothes and hair. Her make-up had run; black lines ran down her cheeks. It was more than just the rain, she had been crying.
"She's gone," Ginny said before falling into Harry's arms.
Did that grab your attention? Don't hate me, I couldn't resist another cliffhanger. Who do think is "gone?" I want to hear your thoughts!
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