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Hide and Seek
"Shhhh, they'll find us if you keep making so much noise."
"You're not much better,"
"Shhhhhh," Ginny whispered again, her ear was pressed up against the door of the cupboard they were hiding in, the light from the kitchen seeping through the crack in the door and illuminating her face. "I think the coast is clear." Her announcement led to three minutes of wriggling around until it was Harry by the door instead of her, you see the cupboard across the hall from the kitchen in the home of Ron and Hermione Weasley was not meant to accommodate two barely of age people, prohibiting any major movement.
"I still don't see," Harry was saying, "why I have to do this, you're smaller and quicker than me." Ginny rolled her eyes, not of course, that her husband of just under a year could see the movement.
"We have been over this, you are in the Auror training program, therefore you are much more suited for this mission than me, besides, you've had training in withstanding torture, you would totally be able to keep your head if you got caught." Harry sighed in defeat, arguing with his wife was a futile practice, which could very well end up in dismemberment.
"Wish me luck," Ginny wriggled herself into a position that could not be comfortable, in order for her to be able to kiss Harry ever so slightly on the lips.
"Luck," she whispered softly, "and don't you dare come back unless you've completed your objective."
"Yes ma'am," Harry whispered back, saluting, and ending up banging his hand against the wall, they both froze as Harry swore quietly under his breath, the noise had brought forth no movement that they could tell, so after another minute of silence Harry turned the handle of the door and slipped out.
He resisted the urge to crack his back, knowing it would just waste time, crouching down he hurried as quickly and silently as possible into the kitchen, eyes open for enemies, back against the wall he looked towards his target, the pantry. Looking behind him he saw no one, so he carefully eased the door open, wincing slightly as it creaked. Stepping inside he looked over the shelves, searching for the object he had been sent on his mission for, there! Top shelf, right corner, behind a box of cereal, a bar of Honeyduke's chocolate. He slipped it into the pocket of his robe, and turned around, only to be met by a dirty blonde girl, holding a water gun to his face.
"Sorry Harry," Luna sang, "Ron told me to round up everyone not on our team and bring them back to his and Hermione's room, err- I mean Head Quarters."
"S'okay Luna," Harry sighed out as he put his hands on his head and allowed Luna to herd him down the hallway and up the stairs, wondering why he had agreed to play the tweaked version of hide and seek the Weasley's had played as children. At least, he thought as Luna's prodding led him into the master bedroom, she hadn't noticed, or just decided to ignore, the bar of Honeyduke's best sticking out of his pocket.
Ron had transformed his room into a prison, Harry realizes as Luna pulls a key from a chain around her neck to open the door, Hannah Abbott stood facing the door, a water gun slung around her neck.
"Hello Harry," she said brightly, "Err… I mean go sit over there prisoner," Harry controlled his urge to snort, Ron had obviously told them to act like soldiers, instead he nodded, and went to sit on the bed, with the other prisoner, Neville.
"'Lo Harry," Neville said, Harry dipped his head in recognition as Luna waggled her fingers at him and skipped out the door, locking it behind her. Harry, who realized Ginny was very cranky at the moment, and probably would not talk to him for an unpredictable amount of time if he didn't return with her chocolate. Overpowering Hannah would not be that hard, but he was bound to get wet in the process, and then Ginny wouldn't let him back in the cupboard and he's have to find somewhere else to hide, so wracking his brains he tried to think of a plan.
He came up with a rather simple one with an obvious gaping hole in it; however he did not see the gaping hole, which may lead many to question Kingsley's decision to hire him as an Auror. He turned to Hannah, who seemed to be very very bored.
"Hannah?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I go use the bathroom?"
"May you, not can you."
"May I then?"
"Umm, sure, it's right behind you."
"Damn it" he whispered to himself, before going up and entering the bathroom to avoid raising suspicion. By the time he plunked himself back down next to Neville he had come up with another plan.
"So Neville…" Neville had known Harry for long enough to recognized his tone, this was not going to be good.
"What?"
"I've come up with plan B."
"And what would that be?"
"Kiss her." Neville started coughing and as he recovered he looked incredulously at his long time friend.
"Excuse me?" He sputtered.
"You invited her didn't you?"
"Yes but- but our relationship is purely platonic." Harry sighed, keenly aware that Ginny was currently sitting, chocolate-less, in a cramped cupboard, and that if he didn't get down to her soon it would end very badly for him. So he pulled out his last card.
"If you don't kiss her I will," Harry hoped very much that Neville would momentarily forget that Harry was (happily) married to a girl with six (five) older brothers, he did.
"Fine." So he got up and obviously decided that stumbling through half-assed explanations was not the path to take, choosing instead to take the direct route, kissing her full on the mouth. She made a faint "Oh" noise, before complying. While Harry, not even bothering to attempt (and fail) to open the door, instead moving towards the unlatched window he'd noticed on his way to the bathroom. Using the skills he'd acquired from auror training, and multiple years of being an accident prone seeker, he hit the ground, two floors below, rolling, and miraculously managed not to break anything.
Knowing that it would be just like him to get caught again after making a daring escape he cautiously approached the back door, and then creeping through the house he approached the cupboard. Opening it he saw a fast asleep Ginny Weasley, knowing he would regret it, but needing somewhere to hide, he gently shook her awake.
"I got chocolate," he whispered as she slowly blinked awake, shifting to let him in.
"Hey," then she took a deep breath as if preparing for something, looking him in the eye she said,"Harry, I've got something to tell you."
"And what would that be?"
"HarryI'mpregant."
"What was that?"
"I'm pregnant."
"You're pregnant," he said slowly, soaking in the information.
"Ya-" she was cut off by the sudden force of his lips meeting hers, ten minutes later they tumble out of the closet as the door was yanked open by Ron, who proceeded to spray them mercilessly with his water gun. For some reason, neither of them seemed to mind to much about how wet they were.