Harry and Ginny: A Love Story
Chapter 11: Battle of Wills-The First Salvoes
Ginny awoke feeling refreshed and happy. She felt Harry's arm around her as she snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder and his cheek resting against the top of her head.
Sighing, she knew this was going to be a difficult day, and probably the first of many. She and Harry were adamant that they would sleep together from now on.
The difficult thing was convincing her parents that they were serious about it, wouldn't be dissuaded and would do anything to make sure that they were together.
Ginny couldn't see what the problem was, they were as good as married in the eyes of the Ministry. They were Bonded and as far as Ginny was concerned that was all the reason required to allow them to be together.
Ginny felt Harry stir and she smiled as he became awake, his thoughts full of his happiness and Love for her. Both knew that they were sleeping much better now that they were sleeping in the same bed.
That was one of the things that irritated Ginny the most, it wasn't like they were doing anything but sleeping, other than a chaste good night kiss now and then. Neither had any inclination to do anything more at this point.
Ginny was sure that her Mum had lost sight of the fact that they were still only eleven and twelve, and if she was forced to admit it, OK almost twelve and thirteen, but still they were too young to think about doing anything more.
Harry could feel Ginny's agitation and he knew immediately what the source was. "Think we'll get to eat breakfast before they talk to us?" Harry sent, his mood light and humorous.
Ginny chuckled, she knew where Harry was going with his thoughts, "I know, the condemned get a last meal before going to face the executioner."
"Too Right!" agreed Harry. He wasn't concerned about the coming confrontation. He could feel Ginny's calm demeanor and her conviction not to be denied what she thought was right.
He was sure in the past he would have been terrified of something like the coming confrontation with his guardians. But he knew that was before he had Bonded and that made a huge difference.
Ginny could feel Harry's calm acceptance of what was to come and it further strengthened her resolve. Together they would face anyone and anything that tried to keep them apart, even if it was her parents.
Ginny gave Harry a strong hug, luxuriating in the warmth it filled her with both physically and spiritually. She felt Harry returning her hug just as fervently and his matching emotions. She couldn't even remember what it was like not be Bonded.
So strong was the imperative to be together that it was a totally foreign thing to even contemplate being separate, and to Ginny, alone, no matter if someone was right next to you it wasn't anything like the feeling of being Bonded.
Ginny sat up and stretched her arms above her head, smiling as she did so as she greeted the coming day.
Harry watched Ginny stretch and he liked what he saw. It seemed to him that Ginny's body was changing almost day by day. She certainly looked like she had more curves on her now than when they had gone shopping with Aunt Minerva just a few short weeks ago.
Ginny felt Harry's eyes on her and she smiled at the wonderful emotions she was getting from him. "What's up, Harry?" she asked, turning to face him.
Harry gulped and felt extremely nervous. Even though they were Bonded, Harry was still only twelve and he felt like he got caught red handed, sneaking a peek at something he really shouldn't be looking at.
Ginny felt his embarrassment and giggled at him. "Harry! We're a couple now. There is no reason to be embarrassed by looking at me."
Harry smiled shyly, " I understand that logically, Ginny, but for some reason it doesn't want to sink in."
Ginny shook her head at him, not believing his reaction.
Harry smiled at her cheekily, "Are you telling me if you caught me getting dressed and I was either partially clothed or not clothed at all, you wouldn't be embarrassed in the slightest?"
As much as Ginny wanted to deny it, she knew her face was giving her away. She could feel her face and neck burn and she once again cursed the fact that she was a pale redhead.
Harry chuckled and couldn't help but smile as he felt Ginny's embarrassment at his suggestion.
Ginny shook her head and smiled ruefully at him, "Come on Harry, I'm only eleven, you know, no curves."
"You may be only eleven Ginny, but you need to take a good look at yourself. You're getting curves."
Ginny looked down at her nightgown and was surprised to see two small but distinct peaks jutting out from her torso, making her dressing gown stand out away from her body.
Harry felt her surprise and he couldn't help but grin at her, "And that's not the only place you're getting curves."
Ginny got up and walked over to the large mirror hung on the closet door, looking intently at her figure. She was holding her gown a couple of different ways, seeing how her hips had begun to flare out a little as did her bum.
Harry took great delight in watching as Ginny twisted and turned, holding her gown tight to different parts of her anatomy and couldn't help but smile with and at her.
He was totally taken by her silhouette, as she was looking at herself. He could feel her surprise when she reached the same conclusion as Harry did. This left her with a bit of a dilemma as the one she would normally speak with was mad at her right this minute.
Well that couldn't be helped, she wasn't going to compromise her position concerning her and Harry and there wasn't any reason for her to change it as far as she could see.
"I see what you mean," Ginny said, a bit perplexed by what was happening. "But that doesn't change how I feel about things, I'm still only eleven and you're only twelve," she said.
"Well we won't solve anything waiting up here, I'm going to go get dressed and I'll meet you back here and we can go down together," Ginny explained, the smile returning to her.
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Molly was sitting down in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea. She was trying to get her thoughts in order for the coming talk with Ginny and Harry.
Taking a big breath, she sighed deeply. She really hoped that after a good nights sleep, Ginny would be much more reasonable, but she knew her daughter could be intractable at times.
Finishing her tea, she prepared herself for going and getting Arthur, Ginny and Harry so that they could get this incident behind them and everything would be OK.
Going up the stairs she entered hers and Arthur's bedroom first and was pleasantly surprised to find Arthur just finishing getting dressed. "I'm glad to see you're up and dressed. I'm on my way to get Ginny and Harry so we can get this business behind us and everything will go back to the way it was," Molly stated, with an air of finality.
Arthur looked at her sceptically, knowing his daughter as well as he did, and looking at the situation without the rose coloured glasses that Molly seemed to be viewing everything with, they were in for a long and protracted battle of wills, Molly's against Ginny's.
Arthur sighed, he really didn't want to be involved at all with the entire thing, but knew he had to be there to support Molly or he'd be sleeping in the shed for months, maybe years, the way Molly was.
If Arthur was a betting man, he certainly would shy away from betting on this contest because he wasn't certain who would be the so called winner and what damage it might do to their relationship with Ginny, Harry or the rest of the family.
Molly had already left to go get Ginny and Harry, so he hurried up to get down stairs before they returned. He sat down at the table after pouring himself a cup of tea, and though he wasn't a drinker, he wished that he could indulge in something a little stronger for the coming confrontation.
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Upstairs, Molly was surprised to find Harry's door open. She entered and found Harry sitting calmly on the edge of the bed.
"Since you're ready, why don't you head down to the kitchen," Molly said with a smile.
Harry looked at her stoically, "I told Ginny I'd wait for her here."
"Well, yes, but I'm sure she'll be fine if you head down now," Molly stated.
"I'm sorry, but I told Ginny I'd meet her here and we'd go down together," Harry said, locking eyes with Molly.
Molly was taken aback by Harry's attitude, she didn't see what all the fuss was about. "Now Harry, I'm asking you nicely to head down now. Can you do that for me?"
Harry sighed, but didn't lose his resolve, "I'm truly sorry Mrs. Weasley, but I told Ginny I'd meet her here and we'd go down together," he said, his voice becoming tinged with a edge of steel.
It wasn't the change in demeanour that struck Molly first, it was his use of Mrs. Weasley, when he had become quite comfortable in calling her Molly, more than anything that gave her the first inkling that just maybe, things weren't going to go as smoothly as she hoped.
Before any more words could be exchanged Ginny came into the room, her face already a steely mask, having felt the change in Harry's emotions, she was sure that her Mum must be with him.
Ignoring her Mum, except to shoot an icy stare at her, Ginny came over to Harry and said, "Ready to go down for breakfast?"
"Yes Ginny, I am."
Harry rose and just to make a point to her Mother, Ginny embraced Harry tightly, sharing a warm and wonderful hug right in front of her.
Harry heard Molly take in a deep breath,but was surprised when she didn't comment.
"First strike goes to us," he sent with his good feelings.
"I hope that Mum will be reasonable, but it's a slim hope at best. I can tell she's already made up her mind and thinks that will be the end of it," Ginny sent back, her fiery spirit coming through loud and clear."
Harry and Ginny took each others hand and they preceded Molly out the door and down the stairs into the kitchen.
Molly watched as Ginny and Harry left the room before her. She shook her head slowly, knowing from the look on Ginny's face that this wasn't going to be as easy as she had thought. He daughter had her mind made up and she knew that meant they were in for a long hard battle to get her to change.
Steeling herself for the coming battle, molly marched purposefully down the stairs, following the young couple into the kitchen.
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Fred and George had been up for a while and they could tell something was wrong. The thing was that they were so in-tune with the running of the household, the subtle differences in the sounds emanating from the kitchen told them that their Mum was quite upset at someone.
Since she was normally mad at them, they had learned to discriminate the sounds as a means of self-preservation.
"Mum's in a right mood this morning," Fred said.
"Yeah, wonder who she's mad at?" George asked. "We haven't done anything that would have set her off, did we?"
"Nah, I'm sure we'd remember if we had," answered Fred.
"Wonder if she's finally gone off on Ron for his attitude about Ginny and Harry?"
Fred looked thoughtful for a moment, "Nope, too soon, she still has to go through, disapproving stares and long protracted sighs before she gets there," he said seriously.
George contemplated Fred's assessment and began to nod, "Yeah, you're right, she may even throw in a couple of "Wait till your father gets home" or a "Listen, Buster" before she goes off completely." Turning towards his twin he said, "So who do you think it is? Dad?"
Fred shook his head, "No, she usually doesn't bang the kettle so hard when she's mad at him, doesn't want to tip anyone off. Likes to take it to their room were the kiddies won't hear," he said, his voice dripping with his sarcasm.
"That leaves Ginny and Harry, wonder what they have done?" George said, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Yeah, I think you're right, but wow, it must really be something the way she's been banging stuff," Fred replied, shaking his head slowly as he too tried to figure out what they could have done to suffer the wrath of their mother.
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Harry and Ginny ate in relative peace and quiet. Arthur sitting behind his copy of the Daily Prophet, letting them know he didn't wish to make eye contact. Even Molly left them alone and kept her non-verbal communication to a minimum.
They were just finishing up when the Twins came down the stairs, more awake than they usually were in the morning. Ron was just a few moments behind them, though he was his usual groggy self and barely appeared awake at all.
As they began to sit down, Molly said to them, "I'm sorry boys but you'll have to fend for yourselves this morning, your father and I need to have a little talk with Ginny and Harry."
Ginny saw Fred and George exchange knowing looks with slight smiles on their faces, and she knew it was because they had been speculating about who was in trouble and had come up with the right answer.
Ginny and Harry were just standing when Fred and George gave them encouraging looks and winks as they and Arthur and Molly headed into the parlour.
Ron had a stunned look on his face, having to make his own breakfast! What were things coming to? He eyed the twins hopefully but they just laughed at him and he knew from their looks he had better not even suggest that they cook him breakfast. There was just no knowing what they might do
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Harry and Ginny took their accustomed spot on the small couch and watched as Arthur cast the silencing and privacy charms on the door, and it seemed to Harry that it took a bit longer to get them in place.
He wondered if it was because of Arthur's state of mind or because if he was putting more complex spells in place. Not that it mattered to him, he just wanted to get this over with.
He could see Molly's agitation and knew what she thought just by looking at her. The look saddened him, as he couldn't understand why she felt so vehemently about the situation.
Then glancing at Arthur, Harry was surprised a little when he didn't see the same conviction in him, and if someone would have asked, Harry would have had to say that he looked like a man who would have been much happier to be some place else, or any place else for that matter.
If the subject for their meeting wasn't so important to Harry, he might have thought that it was comical, but he knew that wasn't the case and that he and Ginny were going to be subject to some rather stern treatment.
Harry wasn't that concerned, as it was obvious to him that nothing they could do would be worse or even as bad as what he endured at the Dursley's. The only thing that could be worse was if they no longer wanted him and sent him away. He knew he needed to establish that fact first and take things from there.
Arthur took a seat in his usual chair by the fireplace, though he did turn it so he faced them more directly. Molly chose to remain standing for now, much to agitated to sit still.
It was as she was still pacing that Harry struck the first blow, "Mrs. Weasley," he said softly.
When she turned to look at him, she was unprepared for what he asked.
"Are you and Mr. Weasley going to send me away?"
Molly's eyes widened in shock. It had never occurred to her that Harry would be afraid of being sent away and she was angry with herself for not realizing that he would feel that way after the treatment he received from his relatives.
Molly took a deep calming breath, "No Harry, we would never do that. By agreeing to be your guardians we accepted you no matter what. Good or bad, we'll deal with everything, but please be assured that we will never send you away."
"Harry!" Ginny sent in surprise. "Did you see the way you took the wind out of her sails? You definitely turned the table on things."
"That wasn't my intention, Ginny. I was really worried that they wouldn't want me to be here any more," Harry sent with a touch of sadness.
"All you needed to do was ask and I could have told you that they wouldn't have done that. They may be strict sometimes, but never cruel and sending you away would fall under the cruel banner," Ginny sent back, with ever ounce of loving support she could muster.
"Well, no matter, I got it out in the open, allayed my fears and if I helped our cause, that's just icing on the cake."
Ginny turned and took Harry into a big hug, "There is no way I'd let them send you away. If they tried, I go with you wherever you were sent."
Molly noticed the looks and emotions that swept over Ginny's and Harry's faces, and surmised that they were mind speaking again. The fact they could do that made it impossible to separate them or prevent them from talking to one another.
To Molly this created some obstacles to some things that she had planned on threatening them with, if not actually doing them.
"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I'd like to address the problem at hand. I want you both to know how disappointed Arthur and I are at your behaviour."
As soon as he heard his name mentioned, Arthur squirmed in his chair, a decidingly unpleasant look came onto his face. Molly turned and looked at him in irritation, his movements letting her know that he wasn't in 100% agreement with Molly.
"Now what do you have to say for yourselves?" she asked the young couple, smiling in what she hoped was a disarming way.
It was Ginny who answered first, "I told you last night Mum, I have nightmares and the only way I sleep restfully for the whole night, is if I'm in Harry's arms," she said defiantly.
"That's right Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, agreeing with Ginny. "I know I've told you about my childhood and the things that have happened to and around me. I also have nightmares sometimes, but holding Ginny, in my arms while I sleep, just being with her, well, it makes it all right. Can't you see that?"
"I'm sorry," Molly said, "It is inappropriate for you two to be engaged in such activities at your age. It just isn't done!"
"Mum, you know that we're different. We're Bonded, so that changes things. We aren't like other kids our age," Ginny said, her anger smouldering below the surface.
Once again, thinking if this discussion wasn't so important, that he would have found some of the goings on quite funny.
He turned his attention back to Ginny, he could feel her getting more angry as time went on. To help comfort her, he took her hand in his and gave it a gently squeeze.
Immediately he felt some of the anger drain out of Ginny and she sent "Thanks Harry."
Molly's face assumed a hard edge, "You two just need to realize that we know what is best and that you shall not sleep together and that's just the way it's going to be."
"So just because you're older, you can just dictate to us what you think it's OK to boss us around. What ever happened to having a discussion to solve our problems like in the past. You always said that dictating to solve the problem really didn't solve anything, but just changed the subject you were arguing about?"
Molly hated when one of the children threw her own words back into her face, what she really needed was for Ginny to see that she was right and leave it at that.
"Ginny. It is our responsibility to make sure that you are raised right and act appropriately. Just think what your brothers will think and say!" Molly said, her anger starting to rise.
Ginny just rolled her eyes, "I don't care what they think or say! I don't live my life to please them," she said, her voice rising to match her mothers.
"Um, dear," Arthur said, trying to get things calmed down again.
"Oh! So you think you can just do whatever you want, with whomever you please!" Molly said, her voice increasing yet again.
"I'm not doing anything with whomever, Mother! He's my Bond-mate! He's not just someone off the street!"
Molly stood and took a step towards Ginny, looking down at her sitting on the couch, she shook her finger at her, "You'll listen to me and do what I say, you're only eleven and still a child!" Molly shouted.
Ginny stood and faced her mother, her eyes blazing but with tears of frustration and anger starting to form. "I hate to tell you Mother, but I'm no longer a child, Tom took care of that. I've seen things no eleven year old should ever see, been forced to do things no child should. Why do you want to take away something that gives me joy and comfort?" Ginny yelled back at Molly.
As the two Weasley women stood glaring at one another, Arthur stood and rushed over and gently pulled Molly back, "Dear, why don't we take a break?" he said as calmly as he could.
Harry had stood too, taking Ginny into his arms and looking at Molly bewilderedly, his heart aching for Ginny but also for the turmoil that was tearing at the family.
As Ginny's words sunk in to Molly's brain, she took a huge gasping breath, her eyes starting to tear up too. Shaking her head she said with finality, "I want you two to go up to your rooms and think about what you are doing."
Ginny just glared at her, "Fine!" Ginny said angrily. "Come on Harry, let's go."
Harry took one last look at Molly who was now in Arthur's arms, he could tell she was crying but Harry couldn't tell if it was from sadness or frustration.
He and Ginny went up stairs and when they got to the landing where their rooms were, she clung to Harry tightly, "Please come in my room and hold me for a while," she said softly.
Harry could feel her conflicting emotions, she was still angry and frustrated with her Mum, but there was also a sadness touched with terror from thinking about the things Tom had shown her. Horrible things, the thoughts and deeds of a depraved and evil sixteen year old, things that a young girl never should have been exposed to.
Harry knew he couldn't deny Ginny, no matter what Arthur and Molly thought, his focus was on Ginny and her need for comfort in a time of great need.
He guided Ginny over to her bed and gently had her sit down. He removed her trainers and then his own. Ginny scooted over onto her bed and laid down, opening her arms for Harry to join her. Once he had she buried her face into his shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably.
Harry began to rub her back gently, sending his thoughts of love and support, while whispering soft, calming and reassuring things to her. Letting her drain herself of her pent up anger and frustration. Knowing that he would not let anything keep him from comforting and being with her, damn the consequences.
Slowly Ginny calmed and she began to enjoy being in Harry's loving arms. The Bind reenforcing the feelings of love and the support he was letting her feel both through the bond and from his gentle caring touch as he rubbed her back and snuggled with her. "This," she thought, "is why we need to be together."
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Molly sat morosely in the parlour. Arthur having gone to make her some tea. In her head she knew she was right about keeping them from sleeping together but her heart ached for what Ginny had revealed.
Though they had talked late into the night when she had been rescued from the Chamber, they didn't talk about specifics and details, just that she and Arthur, along with the rest of the family were glad that she was safe and alive.
Ginny had spoken little, now that Molly reflected on it and Madam Pomfrey had said that was normal for someone that had suffered an experience like Ginny had.
Arthur returned with the tea and after he had handed Molly a cupful, he sat down and looked at her with the expression that Molly knew meant that he was not pleased with how things had gone.
Though Arthur usually let Molly handle discipline the children, he didn't just let her have free reign. He paid attention and kept abreast of what was going on, lending support when needed and stepping in if he thought it was appropriate.
"Molly," he said softly, "You aren't going to reach her by yelling at her or dictating to her or Harry. We need to keep calm heads and work towards having both sides understand what is happening and what is needed."
"Are you telling me I should just let them sleep together?" Molly said, her voice quavering with her doubt.
"No, I'm not saying we should just let them do what they want all the time. What I'm saying is we need to take great care in handling things. You heard Ginny talk about what she went through. I really think maybe she should see a specialist at St. Mungo's.
Molly looked aghast at his suggestion, "Do you think that's really necessary?"
Arthur shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I don't think we should eliminate anything right at the moment. We don't need to make a decision ye,t but I think we should definitely consider it."
Molly nodded sadly, not wanting to think about it just yet. Her first concern was the situation with Ginny and Harry sleeping together. She really wanted to nip it in the bud, and with as little fuss as possible, she just wanted to get the situation back to normal and then everything would be all right.
"Arthur? Do you think we should call Minerva in on this?"
Arthur looked thoughtful for several moments, and then he nodded slowly, "Yes, I think was should, That's wonderful idea, I'll floo her to see when she will be available."
"OK, Arthur. Tell her it's very important and we need to see her as quickly as possible," Molly said, her face awash with her anxiety.
"Now, ' He said sadly *All we have to do is convince Ginny and Harry that we have their best interest at heart.
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Far to the north Minerva McGonagall snuggled deeper into bed, the winds were howling outside. The only consolation was that it wasn't winter and the violent storms of the summer rarely lasted very long.
She felt movement beside her and she smiled. Long ago when she had lost her husband, she had thought that she' never find someone who would make her feel like a young lass again.
That was before she had met the man who laid beside her, her secret love who understood her desire to keep things quiet and secret for now.
The repercussions for Minerva would be terrible, she would lose her job teaching at Hogwarts because of the antiquated bylaws that the Board of Governors still used.
She sighed contently and wished that things could be different and that they didn't need to sneak around, that plus the fact it made being together during the school year very difficult and dangerous. The chances of being discovered were exceedingly high and she couldn't bring him into the castle on fear he would be recognized.
She felt her lover stir once more and this time his hand cupped her naked arse. She smiled at him and kissed him with her growing desire.
Minerva was just getting ready to reciprocate as her hand started to roam across his chest when she heart a knock at the door. She sighed deeply, knowing that Banter would only disturb them if it was extremely important.
Settling herself and sitting up after arranging the pillows, along with making sure she was modestly covered, she called out "Enter."
The old house elf came into the room his face full of regret for having disturbed his Mistress when she was with the man she loved. He knew they got to spend a very limited amount of time together and he could see how much his Mistress needed and enjoyed the time did get to spend with the one who made her happy.
"I is sorry to disturb you Mistress," he said bowing low.
"That's all right Banter," Minerva said with a smile. "What is so urgent?"
"You'se said that if Mr. or Mrs. Weasley were ever to floo call to come and get you immediately."
"Tell them I'll be right there," Minerva said, her mind racing, hoping that nothing had happened to Harry.
As soon as the ancient elf left Minerva sprang out of bed and hurriedly began to dress. Though she did notice herself being watched from the bed.
Shaking her head, but with a smile she said, "You lecherous old goat."
"There's no denying that," he said with a gleam in his eyes.
"I shouldn't be long," Minerva said, hoping that she would be right.
"If things run true to form, you know that isn't true," he said with a chuckle.
Minerva slipped on her shoes and hurried to the bed and gave her guest one last kiss before turning to hurry down to the floo. As she turned a hand lashed out quickly and swatted her on her bum.
She gave a little jump, more because she hadn't expected it, than any pain it caused. Looking back over her shoulder as she reached the door. "I'll remember that," she said playfully.
I'm hoping you do said her companion as he began to rise and get dressed.
Minerva wished she could stay and tease just as much as she had been teased, but she hurried to the fireplace in the study where she could speak to whichever of the Weasleys was calling.
Minerva was a little surprised to see it was Arthur calling, but put it from her mind. "Hello Arthur, anything amiss?" she asked.
Arthur sighed, "We have a bit of a situation concerning Harry and Ginny and thought your insight might be very helpful in dealing with them."
"Can you tell me what happened?" she asked, wondering what could have happened.
"Ah, well. . . you see, um, we caught Ginny sleeping in Harry's bed last night, and it's caused a bit of a stir."
Minerva shook her head, "Don't tell me, let's see, Molly is all in a tizzy because of it", she said with a wan smile.
"You know her well," Arthur said with a smile. "We were hoping that you could come to dinner tonight and give us a hand with the children."
Minerva was surprised when Arthur's face saddened as he mentioned the children. She glanced at the doorway, as if she could see her lover from where she was.
"Something wrong Minerva?" Arthur asked when she hesitated.
"Well I have a guest and . . . ."
"Bring them along for dinner, if you want to and you think you can trust him with Harry's secret.
Minerva smiled, it would be nice to do something that couples ordinarily did. "I'll check with my friend to make sure, but for right now, figure both of us will be there. If anything changes I'll let you know."
"Right-o, then we'll see you for dinner, I'll let Molly know to set two more places," Arthur said with a smile.
"OK Arthur," Minerva said.
Once Arthur broke the connection, Minerva stood smiling for a few moments before calling for Banter. "There has been a change of plans, we'll be dining with the Weasleys this evening."
Banter took it in stride, except for a smile that crept onto his face, matching the one on his Mistress. He was glad she was taking her friend out, maybe it showed a change in the relationship, and Banter thought that would be a good thing.
As Banter disappeared, a tall figure wearing one of her father's old dressing gowns appeared in the doorway. "Anything the matter?"
Minerva sighed, "Issues with my ward," she said with a smile.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked pleasantly, knowing Minerva always refused his offers.
He was surprised when Minerva smiled at him like the Kneazle who swallowed a Pixie, "As a matter of fact, yes there is. Want to come to dinner with me?"
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A/N: Well the battle is underway, who do you think will win the test of wills? Molly or Ginny?
And 100 Galleons if anyone can guess who Minerva's Lover is.
Please review, it helps keep me from going off the deep end.
