I still don't own it.
Someone asked me. "Where do you come up with this stuff ?"
Answer: I have no idea. Most of the time I have two ideas for a chapter,(Like last chapter, I thought of the ice cream fight and the Teddy thing.) then I just fill in everthing else as I write. I'm a funny/random person. So stuff like this comes pretty easy. Serious stuff is my weakness. I curse-- I kid, I kid. :P Anywho, this whole story came from an Idea about a joke going wrong and then Ginny's brothers try and kill Harry because it was a virgin joke. The only thing I really have planned is the Wedding and one or two other things. But other than that, I fill as I go. :P
Oh and another thing before I forget. Some one asked "Why is Harry not fighting back?"
Answer: There is a reason Harry is not fighting back and that reason will be made very clear soon.
We followed Hagrid up the hill and into the Entrance Courtyard. While we were walking, I realized something.
I'm bloody STARVING!
The last time I ate was at the barbaric dinner, where I was forced to demolish mum's kitchen. So it has been a while. Man, alive I'm hungry. I could eat a hippogriff. Well not really. I don't think I'll fancy eating a winged horse-bird. Plus they are huge and that's a lot of meat, there's no way I could pack back that much food. Hell I don't think Ron could tackle that much meat.
Oh right rambling.
Well yea, you get my point. I'm hungry.
Anywho, Hagrid and Harry were lost in their own conversation while I was trying to convince my stomach to stop growling and I distantly heard Hagrid say something about tea and rockcakes.
I drooled.
Hagrid's cooking sounded bloody awesome right now, because the chicken I ate last night, is definitely gone…and I bet you a knut, it went straight to my thighs.
"No thanks, Hagrid. We really need to see Slughorn." said Harry.
I could smack him. In fact I think I will. I mean how dare he turn down food with out first consulting with me.
Git.
I smacked him.
"OW, Ginny!" said Harry, rubbing his arm. "Why did you do that?"
"I'm hungry." I said.
"You smacked me because, you're hungry?"
"No you bloody idiot. Hagrid here just offered us substance and you turned it down. I'm hungry!" I added just to make my point clear.
Hagrid chuckled, Well it was more of a booming noise, but it still had the same effect.
"Ginny we need to get the nettles." Retorted Harry.
That's just like him. Stick to the mission no matter what. Well I can tell you one bloody thing, no pies for him.
Nope.
Anywho, Hagrid left us and I ignored my stomach as we continued on in to the entrance hall, where McGonagall was waiting.
"Potter, Weasley what is going on?" she asked.
Harry quickly explained the situation and she gaped at us. This did not bother me; I was expecting this reaction, really.
"Mr. Weasley is knocked out, and you need nettles for the Antidote?"
"Yes" said Harry. "Please Professor, it's his wedding day."
She seemed to consider this information for a moment and then. "I'm sure Professor Slughorn, will be more than happy to fill your request. He's with his seventh years, run along, you know the way." She smiled. "Just send me a patronus when you leave, so I can lift the charm on the gate."
Then she turned and left.
YES!!!!!!! Woo Hoo!!!! Praise Merlin!!! ect. ect.
I looked at Harry, Harry looked at me and then we came to another telepathic agreement.
Run
Now how come it didn't work last time? I'm sticking to the point I made to myself.
He was just ignoring me, and acting like a man.
Anywho, we ran.
Yes, we ran all the way to the dungeons. And we didn't stop until we reached the classroom door. I could already hear Slughorn bragging about someone he knew in the Ministry.
So what.
I go out with Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding World.
What's his point?
I have everyone beat when it comes to the bragging-about-knowing-famous-people-department. Not that I brag about going out with Harry. Actually I hate all the fame he gets, he just wants to be an everyday regular guy and you can't really do that, when you have witches throwing themselves at you. But yea if I were to brag, I would win.
Anywho, I knocked and I could hear Slughorn waddling to the door.
"Ginny" said Harry and he got that serious look again. "What I needed to tell you—" but he was cut off by the door opening and Slughorn yelling. "HARRY! M' BOY!"
Harry swore under his breath…yet again. "Er..Hello professor."
"Call me Horace! And I see that Miss.Weasley is with you as well!"
"Hello" I said.
I looked behind him. Which was hard by the way, since he took up the whole door way. But I managed it.
I could see everyone in the room already craning their necks to get a look at Harry. I wish people would stop doing that it is rather annoying and meanwhile Horace was looking as if all of his dreams had come true on his Birthday.
"Both of you, do come in, do come in." said. Prof—er…. Horace.
Then he proceeded to grab both of us, yank, and close the door.
Everyone in the room was stunned; they just stared at Harry like he was the Bearded Lady at an American Circus. The girls in the room however, were batting their eyes at Harry and one was actually swooning.
I looked at them then I looked at Harry. And that's when I realized why the girl was swooning.
Harry had shrunk his shirt a bit too small and every ripple, every cut muscle in his arm was showing proudly through the thin cotton.
And as I have mentioned Auror work tones the body something wonderful.
Hell I nearly swooned, when I saw said ripples.
I regained my composure, pushed the images out of my head of Harry and me doing things that would give Charlie heart failure and I glared at all of them.
Stupid gits.
"Now what do I own the pleasure of this excellent visit?" Harry pulled Horace to the side and went to explain the situation, but I tuned him out, because in my moment of glaring at the room I spied my nemesis, my archenemy, my rival, the leader of the "We love Harry Potter Club." herself.
Romilda Vane.
I glared at her and she glared at me right back. I have not under any circumstances forgotten about that large hole dug in the ground. I gripped my wand, in my pocket.
Just let that bitch throw a rock at me, my hunger WILL NOT undermine my dueling abilities.
I glared harder.
I have also not forgotten about that love potion she tried to give Harry, which lead to Ron being poisoned and almost dying.
She tried to glare harder but it turned in to an eye twitch which made her look…well..stupid.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I giggled, but I guess that pissed her off because she went for her wand.
Ooooo, that little…
I went for mine and raised it.
The curse was on the tip of my tongue but it never came out, because Harry stepped in front of me, having assessed the situation with impressive swiftness.
Romilda eyes went wide and she quickly stowed her wand away.
The look on her face was priceless, Merlin, I wish I had a camera.
Oh how I love it when Harry goes in to Hero mode. It makes we feel all warm inside. The only time he has gone in to Hero mode and I haven't felt that way was when he broke up with me.
And he's still paying for that by the way.
Did you really think I would let him forget that?
Nosir.
I know why he did it, and I'm thankful that he did it. Because, one of us might have gotten killed because of us being together.
But damn it, bringing that up, is a sure fire way for me to win one of our fights.
Come on, if your boyfriend broke up with you for a year, you know you would do it too.
Anywho, I looked around at Harry's expression.
His face was blank, and all he did was lift an eyebrow.
I know where he learned that expression.
Mum.
That's a Weasley's glare if I ever saw one. That expression tells people.
I-wouldn't-do-that-if-I-were-you.
I got that particular glare when I was a kid a lot. Kudos to Harry for learning it, and learning it well. I still haven't got that one down yet.
Anywho, Horace waddled back into the room. Carrying a small bottle. I didn't know he had left the room. But I was busy glaring at the cow, so who am I to keep track of people coming and going.
"One bottle of dried nettles." said Horace, and he gave them to Harry.
I could have danced the conga right there, but I refrained from doing that, since I'm a horrible dancer.
"Thanks" said Harry and I nodded.
We turned to leave and as we did I mouthed to Romilda that she was a "Cow"
HA-HA!
Me 1 Cow 0
Take that.
We left the castle and headed down the grounds. Harry sent his Patronus when we reached the gate, and a few minutes later, it creaked its eerie creak and opened. We went through and it slammed back shut.
Harry took my hand and for a second I thought he was about to suck us in to the tube of horror but he got that look again. "Ginny I lo—" but he was cut off... yet again.
Double trouble just popped out of nowhere and Harry swore...yet again. "There you are! Did you get them?" they asked.
We nodded and they beamed.
"Hurry up, Hermione used the floo to tell Ron not to forget his cufflinks; we had to lie and say he had popped out for a minute."
I flinched physically and mentally.
"Did she see him on the couch?" I asked.
They just stared at me.
"This one is slow today." said Fred to George.
George nodded.
"Do you honestly think." They started they're little take turn talking thing to me.
"We would be standing here alive."
"If Hermione saw."
"Ron knocked out?"
Good point.
"Well where was he?" I asked.
"We stowed him in Harry's room…luckily."
I breathed in a sign of relief.
Fred and George might be gits but they are fast thinking gits.
Anywho, We apparated to Harry's building, climbed the stairs and entered his flat. Everyone that was not knocked out stood up with worried looks on their faces and I could tell they were holding their breath. But they let it go when Harry lifted the tiny bottle.
Percy immediately snatched the bottle and dumped the nettles in to the cauldron. It let off a gush of steam, then it bubbled and then I'm guessing it was ready because Percy scooped some in to a cup.
Hey I was never good at potions.
Anywho, we followed Percy to Harry's bedroom and we watched as Percy force-fed Ron the brown goop. I was actually jealous, of Ron being fed, because I'm still hungry by the way.
"Now he might be a bit funny when he comes to." said Percy, pouring in the last drop. "That can sometimes happen with a sleeping potion antidote."
Who gives a damn, he'll be awake that's all that matters.
Percy stepped back and we all waited.
Please work.
Please work.
Please work. ect. ect. I crossed my fingers.
"Er-my-oh-knee" croked Ron and he slowly started to open his eyes.
YES!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SAVED!!!!!
NO BLUE DRESS FOR GINNY!!! WOO HOO!!!!
Ron sat up and looked at us. "Harry?" he said.
"Yea Ron?"
"Did you know your shirt is too tight." And then he fell back laughing his arse off.
"What the." I said.
"HUA?" said Harry.
"Laughing is a side effect of the antidote." Said Percy.
"HAHAHAHA" said Double trouble.
"Dear Merlin." said Bill.
"." said Charlie.
Well Charlie didn't actually say anything, because he was too busy glaring at Harry. But I had to include him in my little list.
Anywho, Ron was laughing so hard that he was choking.
"Charlie fetch Ron some water." said Bill. Charlie nodded and went in to Harry's bathroom.
"How long will this last?" I asked.
"Anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours." said Percy.
A few hours! A few hours!
"We don't have a few hours!" I said. "We can't have him at the alter laughing like this."
"It's a side effect Ginny. There's nothing we can do." said Percy.
I was just about to make a retort that contained explicit instructions on how I was going to slowly kill Percy if he didn't pull an anti-laughing potion out of his arse but glass breaking in the bathroom, stopped me.
We rushed to the bathroom, well all of us but Ron, because he was still on the bed laughing his arse off. Charlie was standing there with his back towards us, with glass and water all around him.
"What the hell?" asked Fred.
Charlie turned around holding a pair of dark green robes and he began his usual routine of glaring at Harry.
Charlie grabbed the collar of the green robes, held them up and that's when I ran for my saucepot.
Because that's when I realized the dark green robes in Question were my Quidditch robes, that I left in Harry's bathroom.
I also realized there was no way out of this one because printed on the back of said Robes was "Weasley" and the number ten, or to be more precise, my number for the Holyhead Harpies.
So I knew I couldn't pass them off as not mine.
I also realized there was no way they were going to believe I took a shower there yesterday because the burrow was full of wedding people and I didn't feel like waiting for the bathroom, since I was gross from practice. Harry wasn't even in his flat at the time.
That's what really happened damn it!
I knew full well they thought this was another case of a said 'happening.'
I ran back clutching my saucepot, to find all my brothers, (Minus the clown) with their wands drawled on Harry, who thankfully had his drawled as well.
Then the salutation got worst.
Because that's the moment Ron stumbled forward laughing saying.
"Hey Harry your fly is open. HAHAHAHA"
Yes, he said this in front of my other brothers, right after I just got back from being ALONE with Harry.
Sweet Merlin help me!
In case you're wondering, Ron is kinda out of it.
