A.N. Hey peeps. I have bad news, that I'm sure will disappoint many of you. I'm going on vacation. I will be gone from Wednesday evening to Sunday evening. So there will be an absence of new chapters during those days. But after that I will try to make up lost time and get a lot of chapters up quickly. Sorry!!!!!
Malena
DING DONG! Harry sighed as he heard the doorbell. Frankly, he was quite glad not to have the loud BING BANG BONG BONG! That he was used to hearing at his dad's house.
"Coming!" Harry yelled, dropping his paintbrush and running over the paper that littered the floor. He pulled open the door and found Jersey standing there, wearing a pair of old overalls, a bandana, and a dirty white tee-shirt. She was carrying a paint roller.
"I thought I'd stop by in case you needed some help." Jersey said.
"C'mon in," Harry said, holding the door open for her.
"Jeez, I guess I was right when I thought that you needed help," Jersey said, looking around. Harry had been making great progress. After approximately 30 minutes of painting, Harry had a 12 by 12 inch square of wall painted.
"Ha ha ha," Harry said. "So, ready to pa-"
DING DONG! The bell rang again. Jersey opened the door. Ron and Hermione were standing there.
"Ginny and Matt will be here in a few minutes," Ron said.
"Y'all ready ter paint?" Jersey asked, putting on a southern accent.
"Ready as we'll ever be," Hermione said. She started giggling when she saw how much Harry had painted.
"All right, all right, let's begin." Harry said.
"Hey Harry!" Jersey called, while she hovered 13 feet in the air. "Pass me the paint, will ya!" Harry pulled out his wand and the paint levitated up to Jersey.
"Thanks!" She said, dipping her roller into the paint can and put some more paint onto the wall. Harry was busy painting his room upstairs, a cheery, pale green. Much better than the hospital green that it had been before.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione said. "What color do you want the guest room?"
"I don't think I have a guest room," Harry said, brushing up and down.
"Well, then what color do you want the soon-to-be guest room?"
"Dunno, you choose," Harry replied.
"Bright, neon orange it is!" Hermione joked.
"You do, you die."
"Bye Harry." Harry rolled his eyes and went back to painting.
After all of the separate rooms were done, Harry and the rest of his friends went back and painted the living room, which was the largest room in the house. The radio was blaring, playing a Muggle song. Unfortunately, Jersey was singing along.
"Oops! I did it again!" She yelled, holding her brush like a microphone and jumping around the room. Her wild dances and funny antics made up for her poor voice. And then, she started singing a different song to the same music.
"Oops! I farted again-" Everyone was rolling on the floor with laughter. "Embarrased my friends-"
"All right, enough," Harry panted with laughter.
"Where on earth did you learn that?" Ginny asked, pulling herself to her feet.
"Ah, the wonder called the Internet," Jersey said. Seeing that the majority of the people in the room had no clue what she was talking about, she went back to painting.
They had almost finished a wall, when Ginny accidentally got a bunch of paint on her hands. She gave an evil grin, and wiped her hands on the thing closest to her- which just happened to be Harry.
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed. "Ginny!"
"Oh, c'mon Harry," Ginny said. "It's not that bad."
"I have handprints on my back."
"Better not let Jersey see that," Ginny said slyly. "She might get jealous."
Harry, giving Ginny a smile, took his brush in his hand and flicked his wrist. Paint splattered Ginny's clothes, hair and face.
"Oh, you will be so sorry that you did that," Ginny said, smiling a little. She took her paintbrush and swiped it at Harry's face. It grazed Harry's face, leaving a paint streak on him.
"En guard," Harry said, holding his paintbrush in front of him like a sword. Ginny held hers up and attempted to make another swipe at Harry's face.
"Missed!" Harry exclaimed. He caught Ginny in the shoulder with his paintbrush. On her second time she didn't. It hit him in the hair. Ginny giggled and then Ron came into the room.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Ron said, folding his arms. "What will your boyfriend and girlfriend think?"
"Shut up, Ron," Ginny said, lowering her brush.
"C'mon, we're breaking for lunch."
"Hey, I have an idea," Jersey said, munching on one of the sandwiches that Hermoine had made. "Gin, you know how I said we should go on a double date?"
"Yeah," Gin said, her mouth full of peanut butter and jelly.
"Well, I have a better idea?"
"And what is that?" Harry asked, taking a swig of Butterbeer.
"A triple date." There was a murmur of interest from the other five friends.
"When?" Hermione asked.
"Howsabout tomorrow?"
"I've got to do something for the D.M," Harry said. "How about Wednesday?"
"That's good for us," Hermione said.
"Us too," Said Matt.
"Good! It's a date."
For the next few days Harry, Jersey and James were busy finding furniture to go into Harry's new apartment. After the house was filled with chairs, and couches, and beds, and a giant TV (James had given it to Harry, after all he never watched TV) Harry finally moved in along with Spot. Jersey stayed for dinner when the house was furnished.
"So, what should I cook?" Harry asked.
"Uh… Harry, we have a problem," Jersey said.
"What's wrong?" Jersey opened one of the cupboards and revealed… nothing.
"I guess we should get some plates and stuff before I actually attempt to cook something," Harry said sheepishly.
"That would be a good idea," Jersey said.
"Should I get pizza?"
"I'll do it." Jersey waved her wand and a steaming hot pepperoni pizza appeared on the new redwood table. Harry made a few paper plates for them to eat on. The two of them cuddled on the couch, and watched a movie on the big screen, with Spot asleep in his doggie bed.
They sat, hours later, with Jersey resting on Harry's chest, and Harry's arm around Jersey.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Uh… nevermind."
"What is it?"
"Well…"
"Spit it out?" Jersey looked up at Harry, and all of a sudden, kissed him on the lips. Harry kissed her back…
Jersey spent the night at Harry's house. * cough cough * She awoke with Harry's arm around her waist.
"Hey, Harry," She said slowly, glancing at his clock. "We gotta get up."
"Why?" Harry asked quietly.
"We have Quidditch practice in 10 minutes." Harry sat up in bed.
"We do?"
"Yeah."
"Shit."
"Definitely shitty."
"Well, we'd better get up then." Harry got out of bed, and pulled his bathrobe around himself. Jersey pulled on her clothes and went downstairs. Harry followed her down.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go."
(Skip ahead to triple date)
Harry and Jersey waited outside of the restaurant. Jersey was wearing dark blue dress robes, while Harry was wearing (as always) dark green. They were outside of a restaurant in Diagon Alley called The Magic of France. Harry had been there once already. When he was still dating Ginny, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had gone there for their belated 2 month anniversary. Hermione and Ron arrived a few minutes later, both wearing new dress robes.
"Should we go in, or wait out here for Gin and Matt?" Ron asked.
"Let's go inside," Jersey said. A man in red robes led the four of them to their table, over looking a view of the Eiffel tower. There were pink and purple fairies fluttering around.
"Ooh, this is so nice," Jersey gasped.
Ginny and Matt arrived a few minutes later. Ginny had her hair piled on top of her head, with a few strands curling around her face. She was wearing light blue dress robes.
"I remember the last time I was here," Ron said. "It was Hermione and mine, as well as Harry and Gin's two mon- Ouch!"
"Sorry," Ginny said, "Reflexes."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Ron said.
The six of them chatted for a few minutes before the waiter came around and took their orders.
While they ate, Ginny told everyone of a job she had been offered in the Ministry. Harry wasn't really paying attention to what he was eating. He was too busy listening to Ginny talk. Ron and Ginny then told the rest of them how well Fred and George's business was doing.
"And they have both met someone," Ginny said. "Fred is currently dating Angelina, and George is dating a woman named Nadine."
"Ooh, this is perfect," Harry said. "I am going to bother them about his so much. I remember when they went around taunting us when we were dating."
"I remember that," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
After they had paid the bill, a man with a basket of roses approached the table.
"Vould ze ladiez like some roses?" He asked. Harry bought a rose for Jersey, while Matt and Ron bought one for each of theirs.
"This is a lovely restaurant," Jersey said, dreamily smelling her rose.
"Yeah," Ginny sighed.
"What time is it?" Jersey asked.
"It's almost ten," Hermione said, glancing at her watch.
"I'd better get home," Jersey said. "My roommate is going to start worrying."
"I wish my roommate would worry about me," Harry said.
"Well, Harry, considering that your roommate is a dog, I seriously doubt that that is ever going to happen," Ron said.
"Ha ha ha, Ron." Harry said dryly. "Goodbye everyone."
"Bye, Harry, bye Jersey," said everyone. Harry walked out of the restaurant with Jersey.
"I'll see you soon Harry," Jersey said, pecking him on the cheek before Disapparating.
"Goodnight," Harry said.
The next 5 months went smoothly. The Puddlemere United Quidditch team seemed to be having their best year for a while. They had won every game, except one, in which five out of the seven players had gotten injured.
On one Saturday afternoon, Harry asked Jersey if she wanted to go to the Grind with him.
"Maybe another time, Harry," She said. "I've got to meet my cousin for lunch."
"Oh, alright then," Harry said, scratching Spot behind the ears. "Maybe I'll go with Ron and Hermione."
"Okay, bye Harry," Jersey said.
Harry called Hermione and Ron through the fire, and found that they couldn't go either. Harry decided just to go alone.
He ordered a tall, skinny latte with extra foam to go from Chelsea and went back out into the sunny Alley. There were people sitting outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Harry noticed one of the people. It was Jersey. She was talking to a man that must have been her cousin. Harry lifted his hand to wave, but he stopped. Jersey had leaned forward and kissed the man. And no matter what, no one ever kissed their cousin like that!