The next morning, the Weasley brothers stormed out of the house, having been stopped by their parents from going over to the Potter's at such a late hour. They had all heard Ginny's entrance into the house, and were ready to rip Harry to shreds. Even though they had all had a full night's sleeps, the brothers were still willing to beat Harry up, so they charged over to the Potter's. Bill knocked on the door, and Lily answered. She sighed, "He's upstairs," she said knowingly. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop them. "But this isn't really the best time…" She let them pass.
Bill merely grunted, and the rest of his brothers followed him upstairs. Ron, who was leading the pack to his room, was about to bang on the door when they heard a sob come from inside. Ron turned around looking at his brothers questioningly.
"Is he…" Fred trailed off.
"He's been crying, yeah," Lily said, from the top of the stairs, "He won't come out, either."
"Harry doesn't cry…" Ron whispered, confused. Lily gave them a meaningful look. This had totally thrown off their plan. Ron hesitated before knocking on the door. There was a cough from inside, and then Harry called sharply, in a voice that was trying to imply toughness, "What?"
"Erm," Ron started, he hadn't really had many touchy feely moments with Harry, so he knew this was going to be awkward.
"What?" Harry called impatiently.
"Just open it!" Charlie whispered. Ron tried that, but it was locked.
"Um…" Ron began again a few moments later. Before he could say anything however, Harry's door swung open and Harry appeared, red eyed and angry.
When Harry saw all of the brothers he rolled his eyes, "Shit. I don't need this right now," and began to swing the door shut. Bill put his hand on it before it could shut all the way.
Harry gave up, letting go of the door, and took a few steps back into his room. "Did you come here to beat me up because I fucked your sister? Or because I fucked up my relationship with her? Or both?" He asked, holding his hands out, "Well, go ahead." The Weasley's remained in the doorway, not saying anything.
"Hold on a second," Fred said, holding up a finger, as he turned to his brothers. They huddled together, obviously having some sort of brotherly conference.
Harry rubbed his eyes as they were turned away, trying to make sure he didn't look like he was crying.
A few moments passed, before the huddle broke up and George spoke up, "Well…" he trailed off, seeing Harry drop his hands quickly from his eyes, and looked at him oddly, "…we were going to beat you to a pulp…"
"But, well, we know it takes a lot to make you cry…" Ron said.
"I wasn't crying," Harry mumbled.
"So, if our sister makes you cry," Charlie said, and Harry repeated his previous statement, "Than we know she means a lot to you."
"And also," Fred pointed out, "Whenever you say 'fuck' or any other form or it, more than once in a rant we know you're pretty passionate about something," he smiled.
Harry continued to look angry, "Well, I'm glad I have your approval," he crossed his arms, and cleared his throat.
"If it makes you feel better, not that it should," Bill said squinting his eyes at him, "But Ginny was pretty much a wreck when she came into our house…"
Harry turned away, looking up at the ceiling.
"Well, before you start crying again," Fred said jokingly, "We should probably go."
"I wasn't crying," Harry insisted. They all rolled his eyes at him, disbelieving.
"And don't fight for long, Harry," Charlie said as they all began to leave, "Ginny can get really unpleasant when she's upset."
"Tell me about it," Harry mumbled, as he went toward the door to shut it.
"Hey, watch it, Potter," George said threateningly before they all left.
When the door was shut, Harry slid down it, tightening his jaw, to keep from crying once again.
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The Weasley brothers went downstairs and as they saw Harry's parents sitting in the kitchen, Bill told them, "I think that we're going to need a little Weasley-Potter conference."
"What?" James asked confusedly.
"We'll be back!" Charlie called as all of the brothers left the Potter's house.
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A few minutes later, all of the Weasley brothers and their parents, entered the Potter's house.
"What exactly are we conferring about?" Lily asked them with raised eyebrows.
"We think," Fred took the liberty of explaining, "that Ginny and Harry should be able to see each other. Alone."
The two sets of parents raised their eyebrows, obviously surprised that they were actually proposing this.
Mrs. Weasley looked doubtful, "I don't know, dears. I'm afraid Ginny might strangle him if they're alone…" She glanced over at Mrs. Potter, "Or they might do something else…"
They all grimaced, "Well," Bill said, "As much as we don't want them to do that, I think we're all better off if Ginny is happy. And I'd rather see her happy, then completely miserable."
Fred nodded, "She can become quite the bi-" his mother glared at him, she knew what word he was about to use, "…the little fireball when she's angry…"
"Oh, trust me," James said, "Harry isn't much better."
"Exactly! So, that's why we're proposing this… because otherwise one tiny thing will send a bat bogey hex our way," George said, and everyone silently agreed.
"I don't know…" Mr. Weasley began uncertainly, "They seem to get over things quickly… and make up in strange ways…"
"It's not that strange, trust me," Fred mumbled.
"That's exactly our point," Mrs. Weasley said looking at her son tensely.
"Harry was crying up there, Mum!" Ron tried to reason with her.
"Crying?" Mr. Weasley asked in obvious surprise, and the same emotion showed on Mrs. Weasley's face.
At the mention of this Lily said, looking around at everyone, "I think it's a good idea."
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, paused, and then nodded their heads.
"Now, the real problem is going to be getting them out of their rooms…" James added with a tap on the table.
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"I'm not coming out!" Ginny yelled from inside her room. She glared at the door, and went back to staring at her pillow miserably.
She knew she overreacted. But she was too embarrassed to apologize now. And there was no way she was coming out of her room to face him or any member of her family.
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Harry merely groaned when his parents asked him to come out, and put his head back on his pillow.
Harry wasn't going to apologize this time. No matter how much he loved Ginny, he just couldn't apologize one more time. He didn't even see what he did wrong. Besides seem so unreasonable.
But he still wanted to apologize. Just to get her back.
There was a click at the door, and suddenly for the first time in hours the door opened. Harry looked over at his parents angrily, "My door was closed for a reas-"
"That's enough, Harry," His mother said, stepping over to his bed, "We've decided, along with the Weasley's that you and Ginny are allowed to see each other without supervision. So there's no need for you to be miserable toward us."
"Really," he said dryly, "Well, she probably doesn't want to see me, so that really does me no good."
Lily looked back at James, who walked forward as well, trying to downplay the sarcasm in his voice, "Well there is this thing called problem solving. Where you resolve your problems. In person. Without moping around."
He grunted in response, and his parents rolled their eyes before heading toward the door, "Think about it, Harry," James suggested, thinking that it was better off to give him space for a little while. "But I'm pretty sure you need to pee. You haven't been out of your room since last night."
Harry saw his father's point; he really had to go to the bathroom. But he let his parents leave his room, and didn't rush to the bathroom until he heard his parents walk down the full flight of stairs.
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Her brother's used their magic to open her door, and walked into her room without Ginny's permission, which was never a good idea.
She looked up at them, as if daring them to take one more step. They did in fact stop in their tracks, but didn't leave the room.
She looked at them pointedly, waiting for them to say something.
"You and Harry are allowed to see each other without supervision now," Charlie tried to say cheerfully.
"Oh, that's great," she said sarcastically.
"Well, it would be if you got out of your room and went over and resolved whatever happened," George said, annoyed.
"Wait, what did happen between you?" Fred asked, none of them actually knew. Bill wacked him on the shoulder, shaking his head fervently. That was a subject that would surely get them all killed.
Ginny ignored that question and continued glaring at them all.
"Listen, Ginny," Charlie began, "You're both completely miserable without each other, so don't you want to make up with him?"
"Over tea," Fred suggested hurriedly, "Not any other way…" He said carefully.
"Listen Ginny, Harry's crying over there," Ron said, "And you know-"
Her head snapped up to look at them, "He's been crying?" All of her stubbornness and embarrassment suddenly went away.
"Apparently he has been since you left…"
"Oh my God," she said to no one in particular, suddenly the full impact of what she had done hit her. She stood up abruptly. "I'm so horrible," she mumbled as she quickly walked past her brothers. She heard a chorus of; "What?" "Where's she going?" "Um… Ginny?" She ignored all of that, and ran down the stairs and out the door. Once she got outside she began to sprint, knocked once on the Potter's door, and went right inside.
"Ginny!" Lily said, surprised.
Her breathing was uneven when she asked, "Is Harry upstairs?"
Lily looked at her in confusion, "Well, yes…"
Ginny ran to the stairs, calling over her shoulder, "Thanks!"
She knocked on Harry's opened door, and stepped through. But Harry wasn't inside. She looked around the room, "Harry? Where are you?"
"Ginny?" She recognized the questioning voice from outside in the hallway, and followed it.
"Harry," she said in relief. There he was standing in front of the bathroom door, staring at her in confusion. "What… I…" They both stood there for a few moments awkwardly, before she began again, "They told me that you've been… crying?" She finally asked in concern.
He rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling, "I wasn't crying," he mumbled defiantly.
She couldn't believe him at the sight of his red eyes, "As soon as they told me that, I knew I made a mistake. And the only reason I didn't come over here sooner was because I was embarrassed and stupid and stubborn. I know that you love me, and you've changed. And I know I've already apologized for this. But I'm sorry I've been treating you like crap," she sighed, "And I realized that you waited a long time to have sex with me, and you waited until I was ready. And that should show me that you don't only want sex. Which proves how stupid I am. Once again."
There was a pause before he said with a nod, "I know." The gleam in his eye told her he was joking. His eyebrows rose, and she went to take a step forward but stopped herself. Were they getting over this too quickly?
He had apparently seen the movement, and asked with a smirk, "You were about to hug me weren't you?" And that she was. She rolled her eyes, and tried to conceal the grin that was beginning to appear on her face.
"Yes," she said, with a small smile, "But I decided against it because you haven't forgiven me," she looked at him pointedly, "You might hate me now…"
He looked at her dryly, "Like I could ever hate you."
They fell silent, and she crossed her arms, looking down at her feet. He took a few steps toward her, and put his hands on her hips. He moved his head under her face so he could meet her eyes, "I couldn't ever hate you, you know," he seemed to struggle to get the next part out, a reluctant smile forming on his face as he added, "Even though, I did cry over you. A lot."
She laughed, looking up at him, saying sardonically, "Well, I'm flattered."
"You should be," he said smiling, "But of course," he added sarcastically, "The one and only Ginny Weasley never cries. Over a silly boy, anyway."
She laughed derisively, "Right."
"And," he said, "For practically half a day I stopped doing any normal human activities. Such as eat and pee."
She laughed, "Same." He sighed as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and hers went around his waist.
"I missed you," he murmured into her hair.
"Me too," she said into his chest. They stood there for a few moments before Ginny pulled away a tiny bit, "Sorry to ruin the moment, but you reminded me that I really have to go to the bathroom…"
He let go of her, saying with a smile, "Damn. But I guess if you have to," he motioned at the door across the hall, saying in mocking gallantry, "You may use our facilities."
"Thank you!" She said managed truthfully before sprinting into the bathroom.
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Ok. I admit it. I'm a horrible writer. I just can't bring myself to redo it/ make it run smoother... I just hope you all like it enough to keep reading... please review!! It really makes me smile. Please?
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