"Ginny, I'm not feeling well. I think it was that ice cream. I'm going to go back to my flat. See you later." Hermione told Ginny as they stood in the yard of the burrow. The boots and cauldrons were by the front steps and everything was in place.
"'Kay. Bye! I'll see you tomorrow." Ginny waved. Hermione disasparated with a loud crack. Ginny continued to the door of the Burrow.
"Oh, father! I'm home and I have surprises for you!" Ginny cried as she entered the Burrow. The smell of cookie dough reached her senses. Mmmm…smells good! I'm going to have to check that out later. Ginny thought
"Hello, darling. What kind of surprises?" Mr. Weasley came out of the kitchen and was now trying to see what Ginny was hiding behind her back. He had trouble trying to keep a smile from his face. Ginny didn't know that it wasn't from the 'surprises'.
"Oh…I don't know…muggle stuff!" Ginny said revealing what she was holding. Mr. Weasley's eyes were now the size of golf balls.
"Wow…Ginny…wow…" Mr. Weasley practically sprinted to where Ginny was standing. She almost dropped what she was holding when her hands sprang up to her face as she tried to protect herself. "Calm down. Here take it! Just don't hurt me!" Ginny laughed. She knew her dad got excited over this kind of stuff, but never before had he gotten that surprised.
Mr. Weasley grabbed the bags with the X-box 360, Halo 3, iPod, headphones, sharpies, post-it notes, crayons, scissors, stamps, envelopes, rubber bands, paper-clips, keyboard, computer mouse, laptop, stapler, cell phone, and fan in it and trudged outside, no doubt to his shed with all his other muggle things in it. Ginny turned and headed towards the kitchen and had her hand a few inches from the doorknob when her mother opened it and knocked Ginny in the forehead with the door.
"Oh, Ginny! I am so sorry, but you can't go into the kitchen. Toxic fumes. Not good!" Mrs. Weasley shook her head and didn't look Ginny in the eyes. It was hard to look Ginny in the eyes anyways, since she was doubled over holding her head with her hands.
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"Toxic, fumes, eh?" Ginny asked. Ginny was sitting on the couch in the living room with Mrs. Weasley taking care of the large goose egg on her forehead.
"Yes, not good." Mrs. Weasley replied as if toxic fumes in your kitchen was an everyday occurrence.
"But, it smells like cookie dough." Ginny knew that Mrs. Weasley was just trying to keep her out of the kitchen.
"Yes, toxic fumes that smell like cookie dough. Now go back to Newberry cottage and change into a nice outfit." Mrs. Weasley commanded.
"What in the names of merlins pants…?" Ginny wondered aloud.
"Oh, just go!" Mrs. Weasley told Ginny. She handed Ginny an ice pack and marched her to the door.
"Bye!" Ginny waved. Mrs. Weasley waved back and turned back into the kitchen. Ginny didn't want to go to Newberry cottage yet so she went to go see what her dad was doing with the muggle stuff. She opened the shed door to see things she wished she never saw. She hoped she was just delusional.
Mr. Weasley had taken everything apart to form some kind of statue. There were other things that Ginny and Hermoine didn't buy included in the statue.
"What did you do?" Ginny asked, moving her fingers over the statue.
"I made a statue." Mr. Weasley proclaimed. He had a look of utmost joy on his face.
"I can see that, dad." Ginny said. She wondered why her dad wasn't an artist.
"Well, you better get off to Newberry cottage, Ginny." Mr. Weasley told his only daughter. Great, he's involved with it, too. What is up?
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Ginny apparated into the yard of Newberry cottage. She trotted up to the armour and changed into black and white, knee length sundress. She pulled her red hair back into a high ponytail and called it good. She had no clue what she was supposed to do so she decided to sit down and relax her feet before she strapped on her black heels.
She was reading when she thought she heard the front door open and close.
"Harry?" she called. No one answered so she went back to reading. Suddenly two warm, strong hands covered her eyes. "Harry! Let go!"
"Surprise, darling." Harry blindfolded Ginny, strapped on her heels for her and started to lead her towards an unknown (at least to Ginny) location. She heard the familiar sound of gravel beneath her feet and she knew where they were going.
Harry carefully pulled off the blindfold and Ginny gasped. They were standing by the bench surrounded by roses that she had seen when they bought the house. There were candles floating in mid-air all around the bench and a blanket was laid over the bench. On the ground was a picnic basket. She knew why she couldn't go into the kitchen earlier.
"It's beautiful!" Ginny exclaimed. Harry smiled from ear to ear.
"Thanks, Gin. So are you." Harry lightly kissed his fiancé. Now it was Ginny's turn to smile. She sat down on the bench and slapped the spot next to her signaling Harry to sit down. She peeked into the basket. She saw sliced ham, a bottle of lemonade, strawberries, cookies (I knew it! She thought) and frosting.
"Wait! Do we get to frost the cookies?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah! Have you never done that before?" Harry asked wonderingly.
"No, that was Ron's job. I just assigned myself the job of eating them all before anyone else could have them." Laughed Ginny. Harry joined in. Harry began to pour two glasses of lemonade and passed a glass to Ginny as he started to put the sliced ham onto two plates.
"Who made this?" Ginny asked. She had taken one bite of her ham and it tasted wonderful.
"I tried but then I set my pants on fire so…Ron took over." Harry answered.
"Ron can cook?" Ginny asked bewildered.
"Kind of. Hermoine was helping him." Harry replied.
"Hermoine was there?" Ginny asked. She was in it, too? "Am I the only one who didn't know about this?"
"Yeah. Hermoine said that she told you she wasn't feeling good so she wanted to go back to her flat. She really just went from the yard of the Burrow to the kitchen of the Burrow." Harry explained.
"Smart, that Hermoine is." Ginny started on her strawberries.
"Yeah." Harry said, he, too, starting on his strawberries.
Once they were both done with their strawberries Ginny asked if they could start on the cookies.
"You're excited about this aren't you?" Harry asked getting out both the cookies and frosting.
"No…not at all. Of course I am!" Ginny playfully hit Harry's arm. Harry handed her a cookie and some frosting and she began to frost her cookie. She looked up to see what Harry was doing when she saw a finger heading straight for her nose with frosting on it. She tried to duck but it didn't work out too well. Instead, it just wiped all over.
"Hey! Harry James Potter!" Ginny tried to grab her fiancé but he was already up and running. She stood up and began to chase after him. "This isn't fair!" she yelled, stopping "I'm in heels!"
"Then take them off!" Harry yelled back. She did so and began chasing him again. He ran straight to the quidditch pitch. He opened the broom closet and jumped on his broom. Ginny did the same and flew after him. Harry stopped and waited for her to catch up and took off again.
"Fine. I'll stay here until you decide you can face your fiancé!" Ginny called out.
"I don't know if I want to do that." Harry replied.
"Oh, come on! You faced Voldemort, but you can't face me! WHIMP!" Ginny said.
"That did it!" Harry laughed. Ginny wheeled around and sped off, now Harry was chasing her. After about five minutes of chasing each other, Ginny gently landed on the ground, exhausted. Harry landed next to her and burst out laughing.
"What?" Ginny asked. She couldn't figure out what he was laughing at.
"F-f-fros-t-ing" Harry laughed. Ginny slapped her forehead and cried out in pain. "What happened?" Harry asked. He instantly stopped laughing.
"Mom…door…ouch." Ginny answered. Harry took her hand and carried both brooms on his shoulder and together they walked back to the bench. Once Ginny had some ice on her forehead, Harry asked what had happened.
"Mom came out of the kitchen and banged me with the door." Ginny said removing the ice.
"I see. Yeah, you have a goose egg, alright." Harry told her. Ginny felt her forehead.
"Oh, GROSS! It's all crusty!" She exclaimed trying to pick off some of the frosting. Harry began laughing again. Ginny continued to scrape off the frosting until it was gone and then finished frosting her cookie.
"Hey, Harry." Ginny said.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up.
"SURPRISE!" Ginny screamed slamming her cookie onto his face. She grabbed her heels and took off running towards the cottage. She knew Harry would catch her but she might as well try.
Ginny was right, Harry did catch her. When he did, he picked her up around the waist and spun her around. She pounded on his arms until he let her go.
"I'm dizzy now!" Ginny told Harry. It was now dark and they were lying on the ground, looking at the stars. That seemed to be a common thing for them to do.
"Sorry…" Harry said with a boyish grin. Ginny smiled. She layed her head on his chest and fell asleep.
Authors' note- Sorry it's taken so long to get up, people. My friend and I went to see Prom Night and then she stayed the night so no time. I highly recommend the movie! It is so good! I was laughing at the scary parts. I think I was hyped up on popcorn and Coke…
Me- Well, another chapter is up!
Fred- Yeah. Don't forget to review, people.
Me- Thanks, Fred!
Lovesreading2- So…
Me- I know what you want…
Lovesreading2- I'm sure you do…
Me- Sirius! Get over here!
Sirius- You rang? You almost woke up my mother by they way!
Sirius's grouchy, good for nothing mother- Filth, Mudbloods, scum in the house of black…been in the family for centuries…might have to burn it down…
Sirius- SHUT UP! –Closes curtain-
Lovesreading2- Hi, Sirius!
Sirius- Hello…
Lovesreading2- -walks closer to Sirius-
Sirius- Oh…hello…
Me- We'll leave them alone…
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