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Hugs.

Blurb …

It's like what Hermione always said-sometimes; the simplest and not-so-simplest feelings could all be expressed with a hug. [Series of Hug-related oneshots RonHermione HarryGinny and others. DH spoilers.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: The Clingy hug.

"James?"

James looked up and saw his younger brother standing in front of him, looking sheepish. James put down his comic and glared.

"What?" He said.

"Well-don't be mad!" Albus said desperately. James noticed he had something behind his back, which when James tried to look at, Albus turned so he couldn't.

"Mad about what?" James asked. "Al-what'd you do?"

"Well, you know how mummy won't let me fly on my own until I'm 9-but I really really wanted to-I mean I really wanted to! Like you get to, but I really wanted to-"

"Get on with it." James interrupted. With his brother, they'd be there all night.

"Well, you're the only one who has a broom-beside dad and mum, and their brooms are ancient, and yours is so cool! And I only wanted to try it out-"

"What did you do to my broom?!" James said in outrage. Looking as if he were about to cry, Albus brought out two pieces of James' beloved broomstick-a Laser12.

James made a small disbelieving noise-he loved his broom, he'd gotten it for his 9th birthday that year-and Albus went a ruined it?!

"Albus Potter, I'm going to kill you!" James said angrily, grabbing a cushion from the couch he was sitting on and whacked his brother over the head with it. Albus yelped loudly and started to cry.

"I didn't mean to James! I honestly didn't mean to! It was the gnome's fault-it tripped me!" Albus cried.

"In mid-air?!" James asked hotly, still pumlleling him.

"No-I was on the ground!"

"You ruined my broom before you even got off the ground?" His brother surely was pathetic. "You are in so much trouble-I'm telling mum!"

"What-no!" Albus managed to grab the cushion and threw it halfway across the room. "No James, please don't tell mum!"

Albus run forward and flung his arms around James' neck that almost knocked him flat. "Please, please, please don't tell mum! I'll do anything!"

"All right! Just get off!" James said, trying to prize Albus off him, but Albus wouldn't let go.

"I swear! I'll do anything you ask! Just don't tell mum!" He was crying.

"Do you have to be so clingy-? Al! Get off!" James yelled, but his brother had a surprisingly strong grip-and wouldn't let go. James staggered forward to the kitchen, where his mother was cooking tea.

"Mum! Tell Albus to get off me!" James said, as Albus still held onto James' neck.

"I didn't mean to!" Albus said,-he was still crying. "Mum! James was going to hurt me, because I broke his broom!"

"What-no I wasn't!" James said in outrage.

"Y-yes he was mummy!" Albus said.

"Albus!" Ginny said. "Come here, tell me what happened." Ginny put down her wand and sat down at the kitchen table. Albus finally let go of James and went to his mother.

"Well-I new I had to-to tell him, because you'd get angry for lying." Albus said. He was still crying, and James folded his arms crossly-his brother was known for crying a lot-he was already 8-year's-old, for Merlin's sake.

"Of course darling." Ginny said soothingly. "What happened next?"

"Well, James got mad and started hitting me with a pillow." Albus wailed. "And he really hurt me, mummy!"

"James!" Ginny scolded. "You should know better than that-you know the rules-no fighting."

"But mum-!"

"No-carry on." Ginny said to Albus, who sniffed.

"Well then he threatened to tell you that I accidentally broke his broom, and I asked him not to, but he wouldn't listen! He got really mad, and he hurt me mummy!"

"James, say sorry to your brother." Ginny said firmly.

"But-?" This was so unfair! "Mum-he broke my first broom! And he's not 9 yet! Why isn't he in trouble?"

"Albus knows that he should've gotten James' broom." Ginny said sternly. "He won't do it again. You on the other hand are a year older-you should know better."

"But-"

"No but's."

James glared at his brother, who had stopped crying now.

"Sorry." James muttered under his breath in the most resentful tone he could muster.

"Good." Ginny said. "And you will pick up the pillow in the lounge, and bring that broom to me-maybe we can fix it."

Grumbling, James went to the lounge. Albus was begging him not to tell their mother, and he goes and does it himself-and still gets away with it! Oh he was so going to get it …

Albus came into the room, looking pleased with himself.

"I learned that from Fred."Albus told James. "He gets away with stuff all the time because he cries."

"You don't stop talking; I'll give you something to really cry about!" James said angrily. He curled a fist and went to hit his brother. Albus immediately started crying again.

"MUM!"

"No!" James dragged Albus from the ground, where he had pretended to fall over. "I'm already in trouble! Don't make it worse!"

"What is it darling?" Came their mum's voice fro the kitchen.

"It's Jame-"

"Please! I'll do anything!" James cried, and flung himself onto his brother, hugging him like Albus had done before.

"Ah no! Get off!" Albus cried.

A/N: Albus can be sly when he wants to, of course. I couldn't decide on ages here, so let's say that James is 9, and Albus is 8. Lily (Who wasn't even in this story) would've been 6.

So i hope you liked it. I am taking request for a hug between two (or more i suppose) people. I have two openings-first in, first serve.

This is an amazingly short A/N.

Reviews appriciated, until next time-

-Moon. : D