From: Toghgal ()
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was hermione's comment sapposed to guilt trip Ginny? ok now down to business I really like the story so far. Typical American young men and women. Crashing Parties. (lol) just one more question though. When Hermione relized that the young girl was Ginny and she called her name wouldnt the other brothers heard?
Becuase werent they like right there. I didnt really understand that part that
much. Great story though.
Hermione's comment was partly supposed to guilt trip Ginny, but it was also supposed to remind her that there were risks (like forever losing part of her family while she was fighting with them) to what she was doing.
And Ginny(accompanied by the other girls) had slipped off into the crowds. Hermione had followed them, and hadn't called Ginny's name until they were out of earshot. Hermione didn't want to give Ginny away and have her brothers force her to come back with them, she wanted Ginny to make the choice on her own.
Anyway, after writing that response to Toghgal's review, I realised how horrible I'm making Ginny's brothers seem. That was not the intent of this story. They love her, are way too over protective and are under a lot of stress. They are reacting poorly.
Now, enjoy the new chapter!
--QK
Chapter Seven
Advice
"How's this?" asked Ginny before beginning to read out the letter she had just completed. "Bill, I've just arrived in Cairo with some friends and I was hoping to visit you. I have something rather important to tell you. Love always, Ginny."
"I think that's as good as we can hope for. Some things are better said in person and some should just not be put in writing." Harry replied as he sent Nate's owl off with the letter, all the while wishing Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl wasn't so conspicuous.
"I wonder what he'll think," fretted Ginny.
"Relax, breathe. We'll know soon enough." Harry chided lovingly as he wrapped Ginny in a loose hug.
"Since when are you so calm?" grumbled Ginny as she leaned so her forehead just touched Harry's.
"Since I began to actually fight Voldemort. When you're spending week after week, month after month on constant alert, watching for attack and worrying about your friends, you learn to take the smaller things as they come. If everything in your life is treated like it could end your world, then it will. Or at least you'll go crazy." As Harry spoke, he led Ginny to the couch and began to massage her shoulders.
As always when they touched, things began to escalate. Harry leaned over the back of the couch so he could kiss Ginny and he slid his hands over her shoulders and under her shirt to trace the tops of her breasts with his fingertips through her bra. Ginny eased down to lay flat on her back and pulled Harry with her, nearly dragging him crashing down on top of her as he stumbled on the couch back. Harry eased himself over and began to slide off the black tank top that had been revealed again when Ginny had tossed aside the heavy hoodie. A black lace bra was left and Harry traced his tongue a long the upper edge, drawing a shiver from Ginny. As Harry kissed Ginny's chest more thoroughly, his hands did away with the mini skirt. When that was gone, all Ginny wore was her lacy scraps of underwear and her black knee high boots. He just stared at the sight she made with her long purple hair dishevelled.
Suddenly both decided that Harry had too many clothes on. Harry pulled his shirt off as Ginny disposed of his belt and jeans Hot kisses were interspersed with the removal of more clothing until Harry knelt tentatively with his mouth the smallest possible distance from the apex of Ginny's thighs. Ginny pushed his head down and kept it there as Harry sucked then thrust with his tongue.
Then, gasping his name, Ginny's whole being exploded pleasurably. After a few moments of blissful oblivion, Ginny pulled Harry up her body, arousing them both, until he faced her. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she said, "Wow."
"We're not through yet," said Harry as he thrust into her and began to move.
An hour and a half after Harry and Ginny fell into an exhausted sleep in the bedroom, someone knocked on the suite's door. Ginny pulled herself up from the warm spot beside Harry and pulled one of his shirts from the unpacked suitcase to cover herself. On her way past the couch, she pulled on her under things and tossed the rest of their forgotten clothes towards the bedroom. Running a hand through her hair, Ginny answered the door.
"Bill!" she cried, shocked, as the red headed individual scooped her up into a great big hug.
All Ginny could think was, I'm glad I stopped for my knickers!
Bill set down his little sister and looked at her more closely than he first had. Ginny had definitely changed. "Why is your hair purple?" he asked.
"Because I dyed it so we could escape London temporarily. Why are you here?" she responded.
"Your letter worried me a bit. You didn't sound like yourself, so I decided to come see you right away. Are you ready to go? Fleur gave me strict orders not to come home until I had you so she could have a long visit with someone. She's claims that she doesn't see anyone since we moved to Egypt." Bill told Ginny.
"Maybe that's more because you had a daughter after moving to Egypt." Ginny teased "I can't wait to see Fluer and Monique, but I can't leave without at least telling my friends. Besides, I think you'll probably want to speak with one of them first."
"Who?" asked Bill with suspicion.
"I suspect she means me, though you should ask Ginny just to be certain." The voice came from the bedroom doorway, and Bill and Ginny turned to see Harry lounging there in only his jeans.
"What have you done, Ginny?" moaned Bill as he turned back to his purple haired sister.
"Harry and I have decided that we've had enough with being kept apart for no good reason. We want to be together, so we've made that happen." Ginny said as she crossed to snuggle into Harry's side.
"It's not that simple! Harry's 18, your only 16! He could be charged with kidnapping, hell, even statutory rape!" Bill bite out, shocked, but already sensing that his words didn't matter to this pair. Maybe it was in the way they stood wrapped around each other, Ginny in only his T-shirt, Harry in only a rumpled pair of jeans, yet perfectly comfortable with their states of half undress. Like lovers.
They looked ready to take on the world.
"Bill, I love her." Harry simply stated.
"That's wonderful, but its not always enough!" Bill was shouting now because he was scared for Harry and Ginny and what they would have to face.
"I love him." Ginny stubbornly returned.
"That may make things better, or maybe worse, but its still not enough." Bill said, his shouts weakening.
"My birthday is in two weeks! We're only hiding until then!" Ginny felt her anger bubble as she was forced to defend their relationship and their choices.
"Bill, as soon as we can be sure they can't force us apart, we're going back. We'll make things right with anyone who's willing to let us do it." Harry was calm in the face of Bill's shouts and Ginny's building anger.
"Anyone? What about Ron?" scoffed Bill.
"I don't care if Harry and Ron never make up! Ron betrayed Harry! He doesn't deserve Harry as a friend!" Ginny was really fuming by that point.
"You'll really let a boy tear your family apart? Is anyone, even a boy you claim to love, worth that?" Bill spoke quietly, but in a way that made Harry wish he were still yelling.
"I do love him!" shouted Ginny, "And I'm not the one letting my family be torn apart! It's them! They treated Harry like part of the family when he was Ron's best friend, but they won't except him as my boyfriend!" Ginny cried.
"There was more going on that night than them walking in on the pair of you!" cried Bill in exasperation.
"What?" asked Harry sharply.
Bill looked trapped for a moment, as though he wished he hadn't said what he had. Then his shoulders straightened. "You know what? Its time people got over being angry long enough to unlock the truth. Hell, its time to figure out who knows the truth. Do you know where Mum, Charlie, Fred, George and Ron were before they came home to find the pair of you starkers on the couch?" Bill actually seemed to want a response.
"I don't know." Ginny grated out.
"They had just come from being told that Fleur and I had gone missing in France and that the order had also lost track of Dad. You can imagine that they were rather stressed out. When they got back, it probably seemed like you two were blithely carrying on, spitting in the face of their worry for us. Charlie and the twins poured their frustrations into hitting you, though it seems that wasn't quite enough for Charlie. He needs to grow up a bit. Ron didn't have that outlet, he couldn't hit you, but it probably killed him to think that when he needed his best friend, Harry was too busy shagging his little sister to care. Not that I'm saying that that's true, but that's probably how Ron saw it." Bill added before either could protest.
Silence followed Bill's explanation.
"I didn't know, no one ever said anything…"
"Not to me, either." Ginny responded when her boyfriend trailed off.
"Yeah, I expect it changes your perspective to know all that." Bill commented.
"What do we do?" asked Harry, turning to Ginny.
"Stick to our plan. Just because we know more of the truth now, won't make things any easier to resolve back home. I'd rather not have them capable of levelling kidnapping charges or whatever else at you." Ginny firmly replied.
"Alright. I think I'd better leave. I can delay writing home until this afternoon, but no later. They're certainly very worried about you." Bill hugged his sister, nodded to Harry and left, wishing life were easier for them and hoping that he had made it a little more so.
"It's a good thing we didn't unpack." Harry said.
"Yeah, but I had hoped to see Fluer and Monique." Said Ginny.
"We'll come back when things are less crazy." Harry promised. Ginny just looked up at him and smiled before pulling him down for a kiss that led other places.
Hours later, just as Harry and his friends were stepping through a fire in Cairo, an owl was winging its way to the Weasley's.
The message it bore was simple:
GMW is safe. Don't worry.
BW, FW and MW
The same owl had just finished delivering a short note to a hotel in Cairo before being sent on a much longer journey. That message too was short.
GM and HJ,
Don't let your family slip away. You'll need them sooner than you think. They love you both, even though they don't seem to.
Your brother,
B
