Written by: Dreamer di Musica
Chapter 6 – The Interrogation
Harry opened the doors that led to you into the warmth of the Quality Quidditch store in a confused daze. He couldn't figure out why she had left him like that. She could have at least given him a kiss on the cheek! But oh no, she had to go and leave him hanging like that. Harry ranted silently.
"What's up mate?" Ron's cheery voice sounded from behind Harry's back, making him jump a little.
He hadn't been paying attention, and hadn't even noticed that he had walked right past his best friend. Show's where my mind is, Harry thought as he turned around and attempted to smile at Ron. "Nothing much. So, what are we going to do?" Harry asked as he leaned his shoulders against a steel rack and crossing his legs at the ankles.
"I think that we need to find some kind of clothes for this thing that you and Alex planned," Ron replied without taking his eyes away from the magazine that he was reading on Broom Care.
"Ugh, you mean clothes shopping?" Harry groaned as he banged his head lightly against the rack. "I hate clothes shopping."
And he did. After all the years of being treated horribly by his family, and never getting any new clothes until he came to Hogwarts, Harry learned that when you can actually shop for things, it sucked. The fascination with buying new clothes or new belongings had faded after his sixth year of Hogwarts, and now it was just a chore to do so. He had all the clothes that a guy could want. He had a whole closet full at Hogwarts with a wide variety of styles, and at the Dursely's, he had his wardrobe full of them too. Wasn't that enough? But after going through his clothes, Alex decided that he couldn't wear any that he already had, so here he was, getting ready to go shopping for clothes. Oh, joy!
"Well then, you ready? I'd like to get this form of torture over soon," Harry mumbled.
Ron laughed and put the magazine back where he got it from. "Yea, I guess that we should be going now," he said as he straightened his body to its' full length. "So, are you going to tell me about the date?" Ron wondered as they headed for one of the clothing stores, not paying much attention to the name.
Ron's family had came into some kind of inheritance money last year, and his father had also became head of his department at the Ministry of Magic, leaving the Wesley's with a full Gringotts account again.
"It was pure torture!" Harry cried as they walked through the door, and absently registering the tinkering of the bell that sounded as they walked into the overly bright store that had racks upon racks of clothes. "First, we ate, and watching her do the simplest thing like chewing had me envisioning swiping the table clean of all objects and laying her on the dull surface and having my way with her! And then, we get jostled together in a crowd! Imagine having the body that you've been dreaming about. . . vividly – pushed into yours, and every part of your body is some how touching," he ranted as he shifted through different colored button down shirts while Ron listened with a smirk.
"And then, she starts touching you! And I mean touching you. Her hands were everywhere Ron! And, me being the stupid bloke that I am, figured that if I got her just as hot and bothered as she was sure to get me, I'd get some kind of kiss or something, I started to touch her body! Just small touches to her butt, then her stomach, then kissing her neck and ears, brushing my hands underneath her breasts, and things like that. You have no clue how hard that made me. God how I wanted her. Want. And then, it's time to split up. And you know what she does?!" He cried out as he threw his hands up in the air, the emerald shirt floating around his arms with the movement, and walked over to the pants. "She tells me, and I quote, 'I don't kiss on the first date.''' He finishes with a scowl.
Harry glanced in the direction of his best friend, only to see him doubled over silently laughing. "Poor . . . Harry," Ron gasped out as his laughter became audible. Harry scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. This was not his day.
"I'm sorry," Ron laughed lightly as he wiped away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks during his laughing. "But that is the funniest thing that I have ever heard. She's playing you, and you're pissed over it! The Great Harry Potter got bested by a girl! You have got to see the irony in that one!" he comforted as he clapped Harry's shoulder and moved past him to inspect the pants' rack, having his light blue shirt in hand already.
"Thanks so very much Ron," Harry muttered sarcastically and turned around to search for pants.
After searching for five minutes, Harry found a pair of black slacks that would go perfectly with his shirt, and waited for Ron to pick out his pants. "So, what'd you do before I met up with you?" Harry asked.
"Uhh . . ." Ron managed before his face turned red. "Lavender Brown. We went out on a date I guess you could say. The rest of her friends left her for guys, so she was at the Three Broomsticks all alone, and we ended up walking around the village, and talking. And uh . . . we sorta kissed," he admitted.
No matter how many times Harry and he had talked about girls, and having sex with them, Ron always managed to blush every time one was mentioned.
"Well, at least one of us got a kiss," Harry grumbled, still sore on that matter.
"Let up Harry!" Ron laughed as he picked out a pair of charcoal gray slacks and threw them over his arm, indicating that he was done. "It'll happen sooner or later. And plus, didn't you mention to me that she was more than just a fast lay? That you actually felt like you could have something more than sex with her?" he questioned as he laid his purchases on the counter and waited for the old lady behind the counter to ring them up.
"Yea, I did. But I guess I just sorta expected that I'd be getting a little something a long with an actual relationship. I guess, I just don't know what to expect. I've never been in a relationship where I wanted to be serious about the girl. And, well yea." Harry admitted sheepishly as he got his items rung up, and signed the bill with a flourish.
"It'll happen, don't worry about it," Ron advised as they walked out of the shop and back into the crowded streets.
"So, where to now, mate?" Ron wondered as they began strolling along the streets aimlessly.
"Don't know, don't care," was all that Harry said as he searched the group of people ahead of him to see if anyone that he knew was in it.
"So," Harry said with a grin on his face as he looked over at his best friend. "Lavender Brown, eh?"
Ron looked over at Harry and laughed. "Maybe, maybe not," Ron said with a shrug and a laugh.
"Oh, come on!" Harry cried.
"Nope, not gonna tell!"
And, Harry spent the rest of the trip in Hogsmeade trying to get Ron to tell him if anything was going to happen between him and Lavender. With no luck what so ever.
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Authors Note:
I'm so sorry that it took so long to get this out.
Unfortunately, this was only written by one of the authors . . . Me! LoL. Because I haven't heard from LunaCat for a while, so I just did this myself.
I hope that you like! And I'm so sorry that it took so long for me. . . us. . . to get this out.
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