Harry sat at the opposite end of the table from Ginny. Later, Ron,
Hermione, Raquel, and Mr. Weasley filled in the rest of the seats. Bill,
Charlie, Percy, Fred and George had gone out for "Older Brothers Day"-
which was just them going out and trying to get Percy to have a swig of
alcohol. "Older Brothers Day" had never resulted in Percy being anything
less than strictly sober, but each year the boys grew more and more
determined to break his rigid morals.
Ron glanced at Ginny, who was shooting looks at Harry that could kill a small animal, then glanced at Harry, who was pale and sadly staring back at Ginny. Ron elbowed Hermione ("Ow! What are you doing?") and motioned for her to observe Ginny and Harry's strange behavior. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Harry, may I speak with you for a moment in the sitting room?"
Harry shrugged. "Alright." They both excused themselves from the table and sat facing each other on the sofa.
"What?" Harry asked as soon as they had both gotten comfortable on the old, worn sofa.
"What's going on between you and Ginny?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why is she so mad at you?"
"Why do you care?" Harry's voice had an uncharacteristically irritated edge to it.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice growing louder.
"Why are you so cross with me?"
"Because you're annoying! You always poke your nose in other people's business!"
"I do not!"
"Well, then what exactly are you doing right now?"
"I'm just - I'm just... I'm not nosy, that's for sure!"
"Whatever." Harry stood up to walk back into the kitchen. Hermione grabbed his arm in an attempt to hold him back. Being about three times as strong as she was, Harry shook off her grip like it was made of jello and briskly walked back into the kitchen. He returned to eating his eggs amidst the curious stares of the other diners and glared at Hermione as she sat down.
"Molly, come with me to the store, I think we're out off milk," lied Mr. Weasley. Something was obviously happening between the children, and he knew to respect their privacy.
"No we're not, there's an entire case of it in the- Oh, okay. Children, we'll be back in an hour. Your father and I will be at the Corner Grocer if you need us."
"Alright Mum." answered Ginny and Ron, "Bye!"
"Goodbye, children. Take care of yourselves." responded Mr. Weasley.
"And no hanky-panky while we're gone!" called Mrs. Weasley as the front door creaked to a close. Raquel giggled, but immediately silenced herself when she saw the expressions on the other teen's faces. Ginny was glaring at Harry, Harry was glaring at Hermione, Hermione was glaring at Ron for making her be the one to talk to Harry, and Ron was glaring at Ginny for glaring at Harry.
"Did I miss something?" tentatively asked Raquel.
"You missed Harry completely humiliating me."
"You missed Hermione not minding her own business."
"You missed Ron be a coward and make me talk to Harry."
"You missed Ginny being a jerk to my friend."
And that's when the kitchen exploded into madness.
Ron glanced at Ginny, who was shooting looks at Harry that could kill a small animal, then glanced at Harry, who was pale and sadly staring back at Ginny. Ron elbowed Hermione ("Ow! What are you doing?") and motioned for her to observe Ginny and Harry's strange behavior. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Harry, may I speak with you for a moment in the sitting room?"
Harry shrugged. "Alright." They both excused themselves from the table and sat facing each other on the sofa.
"What?" Harry asked as soon as they had both gotten comfortable on the old, worn sofa.
"What's going on between you and Ginny?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why is she so mad at you?"
"Why do you care?" Harry's voice had an uncharacteristically irritated edge to it.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice growing louder.
"Why are you so cross with me?"
"Because you're annoying! You always poke your nose in other people's business!"
"I do not!"
"Well, then what exactly are you doing right now?"
"I'm just - I'm just... I'm not nosy, that's for sure!"
"Whatever." Harry stood up to walk back into the kitchen. Hermione grabbed his arm in an attempt to hold him back. Being about three times as strong as she was, Harry shook off her grip like it was made of jello and briskly walked back into the kitchen. He returned to eating his eggs amidst the curious stares of the other diners and glared at Hermione as she sat down.
"Molly, come with me to the store, I think we're out off milk," lied Mr. Weasley. Something was obviously happening between the children, and he knew to respect their privacy.
"No we're not, there's an entire case of it in the- Oh, okay. Children, we'll be back in an hour. Your father and I will be at the Corner Grocer if you need us."
"Alright Mum." answered Ginny and Ron, "Bye!"
"Goodbye, children. Take care of yourselves." responded Mr. Weasley.
"And no hanky-panky while we're gone!" called Mrs. Weasley as the front door creaked to a close. Raquel giggled, but immediately silenced herself when she saw the expressions on the other teen's faces. Ginny was glaring at Harry, Harry was glaring at Hermione, Hermione was glaring at Ron for making her be the one to talk to Harry, and Ron was glaring at Ginny for glaring at Harry.
"Did I miss something?" tentatively asked Raquel.
"You missed Harry completely humiliating me."
"You missed Hermione not minding her own business."
"You missed Ron be a coward and make me talk to Harry."
"You missed Ginny being a jerk to my friend."
And that's when the kitchen exploded into madness.