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Chapter 13: The Morning after

Harry woke the morning after the wedding and groaned loudly. He looked blearily out of one eye before opening the other. His head felt like someone had taken a beaters bat to it which wasn't helping with the fact he couldn't remember anything. He sat up slowly and realised he was still in his suit; things couldn't have ended well at the wedding. Why else would he have a terrible hangover and the fear of dread looming in his mind?

"I need a coffee," he said to himself and stood. His legs were shaking and Harry couldn't decide if it was the anxiety or the alcohol still. Slowly he made his way down to the kitchen where he expected to find his parents but after a quick look round they were no where to be seen. After making himself a cup of coffee he sat at the table and frowned at the page the Prophet had been left on.

"Houses to rent or buy," Harry mumbled with a frown. There was a sudden flash in Harry's mind and he could see his father shaking his head at him.

"Shit," he cursed when the memory of what James had said to him the night before came flooding back.

"I see you found the paper," Lily said as she entered the kitchen with some shopping bags. Harry looked up and sighed,

"You're still not serious on me moving out are you?"

"Yes," James said appearing also.

"But we haven't had chance to talk about this properly," Harry tried to reason.

"We did talk about it last night, it's not our fault you were too drunk to remember," James replied.

"This isn't fair, you can't just throw me out," Harry defended.

"You can stay here whilst you look," James reasoned, "maybe once your out there fending for yourself you'll realise what you had all along."

"I don't understand, how can you just throw you're only son out? You're meant to help me not push me away," Harry cried. Lily stopped putting the shopping away and turned to look at Harry,

"We have tried to help you, we have tried to make you see sense but you just won't change. Harry we're at our wits end with you. You can't see what you're doing to us. We understand that what you went through was terrible but you can't dwell on it for the rest of you're life."

"You have no idea," Harry yelled whilst standing.

"Harry…" James warned.

"Fine I'll bloody move out, have it you're way," Harry snapped before leaving the kitchen. Lily turned to look at James with a frown,

"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?"

"Yes, he has to learn. He treats everyone who cares for him like doormats, it's time for him to grow up," James replied.

"Good morning," Alfie sighed happily as he nuzzled into Ginny's neck.

"Morning," she smiled.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes did you?" she returned.

"Very well," he murmured before kissing her neck. "Well this is nice, I could get used to waking up next to a beautiful woman every morning."

"Me beautiful at this time in the morning," Ginny laughed.

"Very," he kissed her on the lips, "beautiful."

"You'll make me blush," she smirked.

"Good. Just so you know I don't normally jump into bed with a woman on the first date," he confessed.

"And what makes you think it was a date," she teased.

"I don't though, there's just something about you that makes me go all weak at the knees," Alfie sighed before tucking a stray piece of Ginny's hair behind her ear.

"Well it's not normally something I so either," Ginny replied.

"Well there's a first time for everything," Alfie smiled.

"I have to be moving soon," Ginny said after checking her watch.

"Can you stay for breakfast?" Alfie asked hopefully.

"Sure," Ginny nodded.

"Good," Alfie murmured before kissing her softly on the lips.

"Where did you get off to last night?" Harry asked Jasmine over lunch later that day.

"More like where did you go?" Jasmine scoffed.

"I was looking for you everywhere," Harry said ignoring her reply.

"I went home after I was fed up of waiting around for you and what is it between you and that Ginny girl, you were pining over her like a lost puppy dog most of the day," Jasmine said.

"I was not," Harry defended.

"Yes you were Harry, everyone could see it," Jasmine told him.

"Ginny and I are friends…nothing more," Harry added when Jasmine raised her eyebrows at him.

"If you say," Jasmine shrugged.

"Why don't you believe me and anyway you were getting quite cosy with that Jake bloke," Harry commented.

"We had to sit next to one another for the meal and we had a drink later on that's all," Jasmine answered.

"Do you think Ginny likes this Alfie bloke?" Harry asked voicing his concerns about Ginny's new love interest.

"She seems to but if your only friends with her then why does it bother you so much?" Jasmine smirked.

"It doesn't bother me," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"So are you going to move out?" Jasmine asked no longer wanting to discuss Ginny.

"I don't really have a choice," Harry replied.

"Well maybe if you apologise to your parents and start making a few changes they might alter their minds," Jasmine suggested.

"And what do I need to apologise for?" Harry inquired.

"For the way you acted yesterday," Jasmine said.

"They won't listen, I mean what kind of parents kick their own son out," Harry brooded.

"Parents who are fed up, that's who," Jasmine answered.

"Whose side are you on again?" Harry asked.

"Yours but you need to realise you can't behave the way you do and think your exempt from punishment because of everything you've been through," Jasmine told him.

"Sounds more like you're on their side," Harry muttered before taking another drink of his beer.

"How can you drink again after the amount you put away last night?" Jasmine asked.

"Look if I wanted another lecture I would just go home and talk to my mother, hurry up and decide what you want," Harry snapped.

When Ginny returned to her flat around dinner time she was exhausted. All she could think about was finally getting a shower and putting her lounging clothes on.

"Hey Arnold, miss me?" she asked the small purple Pygmypuff who opened one sleepy eye at her. She picked him up and carried him into the bedroom where she finally got out of her bridesmaid dress.

'KNOCK KNOCK'

"Urghh," she said before putting her dressing gown and slippers on. She walked back down the hall way and opened the door.

"Where on earth have you been?" Molly asked walking in and taking her coat off.

"Hello mother, please do come in," Ginny said sarcastically.

"I called round here an hour ago and no answer, you just disappeared last night," Molly said angrily.

"Mother you know exactly where I was and that's the real reason why you're here, you want to grill me on Alfie," Ginny smirked. Molly had the decency to blush before replying,

"So is that where you were all night?"

"Yes I went back to Alfie's and who on earth did you tell? I had 23 missed calls on my mobile this morning when I turned it on. For a family who claim to hate the technology you all sure know how to use it when you're being nosy," Ginny said.

"Well I had to call all of you're brothers to see if you had ended up at 1 of their houses," Molly shrugged as though it were a simple explanation.

"More like to gossip," Ginny muttered finally closing the door and heading off to the kitchen. "Tea?" she shouted.

"Yes please dear," Molly replied getting herself comfy in the armchair. After making 2 teas Ginny returned to her mother.

"So did Ron and Hermione get off okay?" Ginny asked sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, Hermione said she would let us know when they get to the hotel," Molly replied.

"It was a lovely day yesterday," Ginny commented.

"Yes it was, everything went perfectly," Molly agreed, "your father and I are going out for dinner with Jean and Michael tomorrow evening." Ginny raised her eyebrows,

"Well get the 2 of you," she smirked.

"We were hoping 1 day we would be able to dine with your partner's parents," Molly sighed.

"Mother," Ginny warned.

"What? I was just making a comment," Molly shrugged.

"No you were being pushy and nosy," Ginny replied. She took a sip of her tea and instantly she felt sick.

"Ginny what on earth is a matter," Molly asked noticing her daughter clutching her stomach whilst her face drained of colour.

"Oh I don't feel too well," Ginny moaned before running off into the bathroom and throwing up.

"Too much alcohol," Molly said tutting.

"Muuuuuum," Ginny whined.

"I'm coming dear," Molly smiled to herself.

So here's the next chapter...it's not very long I'm sorry. The next 1 is about Harry trying to find a place of his own and some of the troubles he encounters whilst doing so. Thanks again for all of your reviews...until next time xx