Hey guys! I have gotten 9 reviews, NO FLAMES, and so I am going to tell you all:
Ron's Babe: You are right in your guess-you wanna read to know who tho...:)
Dobby@Winky: You're right, perfection is NOT the real world, and there is a lot of non-perfect moments to come...you'll see. There is a BIG twist coming up.
Michelle Arabesque: Your right too.
Lilers: I love fluff too! Its great having no point...:)
Viva: No, thier not going to do ANYTHING...well, not Harry, at least.
Disclaimer: I think I forgot one of these things earilier on in my story, so here it is. I own the fluff. That's MY FLUFF and you're not going to take that away from me!
A/N: I know the chapters are really short, and I am going to make the future ones longer-but I've already written them. I'll see if I can add more fluffy words and such. Believe me, it looks longer on Microsoft Word. So, with out further ado-Chapter 5!
P.S. This is short too. Sorry, but it was already written! *sobs into her hands*
~Ali
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Chapter 5-To Tell, or Not To Tell
"It's about time you two got together." Hermione said. We blushed. "So how long has this been going on?" she asked.
"About two weeks. Since the dare." I told her. She smiled.
"I knew it! I knew it! What did I tell her! Oh, yes, now I get 7 galleons!" I gaped.
"You made a bet on us?!" I said, disbelieving.
"Well," she was embarrassed. "Not…a bet…really, just…well, a wager…?" Harry laughed, so I smacked him. Harry grabbed a pillow and threw it at Hermione. Hermione threw it back, but it hit me instead of Harry. I yelped the fluffy feather pillow hit my face. Harry pulled my waist, and I yelled as he tickled me. Hermione was laughing as hard as I was.
"What's goin' on?" Ron walked into the room. Hermione unlatched herself from the doorframe and onto Ron's shoulder. I was lying on the floor and Harry was kneeling next to me, hanging on the bed.
"What's so funny?" He asked. He looked totally stumped and confused, and that made us laugh even harder.
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When we were back to normal, (which took a very long time, as Fred and George kept playing stupid-they heard us laughing), Harry said he'd help me pack. Hermione gave him a look, and he changed his mind by saying he was hungry. Ron didn't have a clue. Poor Ron. He doesn't get it. But is that a bad thing? For me, I mean.
Hermione helped me pack. The real reason for this was that she wanted to know what me and harry was up to. As we were packing my books, she asked, "How did you guys figure this out?"
"Well," I told her, "At my party, when we all went to sleep, I got elbowed in the ribs by Lizzy. Then I saw a light come on in the hall and I just went to it. I was going to get some water anyway, and when I went into the kitchen, there was Harry, making a ham sandwich. Then we started talking and…he kissed me. And it was like all along, this is what I was looking for! It just, sorta hit me, and now, it's just so…amazing."
"I know what you mean." Hermione said. "That's exactly how I feel with Ron. It's like, just, breathtaking. It's like you never want to be anywhere else but there, and you want to save that moment." Neither of us could explain it. It's one of those things that you can write about, but it might not be anything at all like what it really feels like.
As soon as we were done, we went downstairs to eat. We were a little bit late, but I guess it was worth it, because I wouldn't have to get up early to pack. Ron, Fred, George, and Harry were still eating. 'Growing boys need to eat, and that's why there's always plenty of food in this house', mum always says.
Harry and Ron were eating sandwiches.
"What number are you on, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Six," He answered. You might think that was a lot, but he usually eats about nine or ten. Still, that is a lot, but he's about 6 ft. 5, and he has a big appetite.
"Harry?" She asked.
"Three. But that's only because Ron got down here before me. I would have been ahead, but I had to pack." He looked disgusted, but took another bite of his sandwich.
Without thinking, I walked over to him, put my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him. He turned his head, so I got his lips. (Why must this always happen to me?) He smiled evilly.
Mum saw, but Ron didn't, because Hermione enchanted his sandwich to sing a different song every time he bit into it.
"Um, Ginny dear, can I please talk to you?" Mum asked me.
"Uh, sure mum." I walked into the living room.
"Ginny, you'd tell me if something was going on between you and a boy, right?" Her point?
*Ginny doesn't know her mom saw her kiss Harry…cackle cackle… *
"Right, mum," I asked. I was confused.
"Are you and Harry…"
"Oh, mum, I don't know. I think so." I smiled. "I really like him. I think he likes me too." She smiled and gave me a hug.
"I'm going to talk to him, ok?" Oh no. I forgot about the 'Weasley Talk'. Every time someone in our family gets a girlfriend (or in my case, boyfriend) mum gives them a talk. What it's about, I don't know. Hermione got it, and even she won't tell me what mum said.
"I'm going to be there too mum. I want to know what you people say in there."
"Alright," she said, and walked into the kitchen. "Harry, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." Harry got up from the table and came over to us. "What do you need, Mrs. Weasley?"
We headed into the living room.
"Well, I was wondering…" She decided how to say it. "Are you with Ginny?" Okay, not really what the smoothest thing to say. Harry looked at me.
"I…don't really know, Mrs. Weasley. I mean, I want to be, but I think that's all up to Ginny."
"Mum, can Harry and I talk about this for a minute?"
"Alright dear, I'm going to make some more sandwiches. Fred and George will be back soon. They went with Arthur to meet with Ludo Bagman." She walked back into the kitchen, and Harry and I went upstairs to my room.
I shut my door as we went in, and then sat on my bed.
"Harry…"
"Ginny, do you want to me with me? Because I know that I really like you and I want to be with you all the time. Even though I know that's not possible, I don't want to give up something that might be really good." He looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Harry, are you sure that's what you want? I wouldn't want you to be with me and then go through the rest of your life thinking about what you might have missed!" He held my hand, and was thinking of something to say.
"Gin," he said finally. "When I'm with you, its like I can just be who I truly am, and I don't have to pretend I'm some kind of hero. I get sick of people expecting me to be something I'm not. I can really be myself when I'm around you, and you make me so happy. Why would I want to be with some one else?"
"Are you positive? I don't want you to be miserable with me. If you were, I wouldn't be able to bear it. I just couldn't live if I thought I was stopping you from doing what you want."
"That will never happen, Gin, and you have to realize that. Besides being with you, Quidditch is what I want. But it isn't the same thing. And you understand that, right?" I nodded. "Nothing will come between us. Ever. We need each other, and that's the most important thing." With those last words, he kissed me, and I was happy.
We both were.
A/N: It's the cheese!! The cheese I tell you! This is cheezy, review review! I know the title doesn't make any sense, but I'll have to change it later.
Ron's Babe: You are right in your guess-you wanna read to know who tho...:)
Dobby@Winky: You're right, perfection is NOT the real world, and there is a lot of non-perfect moments to come...you'll see. There is a BIG twist coming up.
Michelle Arabesque: Your right too.
Lilers: I love fluff too! Its great having no point...:)
Viva: No, thier not going to do ANYTHING...well, not Harry, at least.
Disclaimer: I think I forgot one of these things earilier on in my story, so here it is. I own the fluff. That's MY FLUFF and you're not going to take that away from me!
A/N: I know the chapters are really short, and I am going to make the future ones longer-but I've already written them. I'll see if I can add more fluffy words and such. Believe me, it looks longer on Microsoft Word. So, with out further ado-Chapter 5!
P.S. This is short too. Sorry, but it was already written! *sobs into her hands*
~Ali
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Chapter 5-To Tell, or Not To Tell
"It's about time you two got together." Hermione said. We blushed. "So how long has this been going on?" she asked.
"About two weeks. Since the dare." I told her. She smiled.
"I knew it! I knew it! What did I tell her! Oh, yes, now I get 7 galleons!" I gaped.
"You made a bet on us?!" I said, disbelieving.
"Well," she was embarrassed. "Not…a bet…really, just…well, a wager…?" Harry laughed, so I smacked him. Harry grabbed a pillow and threw it at Hermione. Hermione threw it back, but it hit me instead of Harry. I yelped the fluffy feather pillow hit my face. Harry pulled my waist, and I yelled as he tickled me. Hermione was laughing as hard as I was.
"What's goin' on?" Ron walked into the room. Hermione unlatched herself from the doorframe and onto Ron's shoulder. I was lying on the floor and Harry was kneeling next to me, hanging on the bed.
"What's so funny?" He asked. He looked totally stumped and confused, and that made us laugh even harder.
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When we were back to normal, (which took a very long time, as Fred and George kept playing stupid-they heard us laughing), Harry said he'd help me pack. Hermione gave him a look, and he changed his mind by saying he was hungry. Ron didn't have a clue. Poor Ron. He doesn't get it. But is that a bad thing? For me, I mean.
Hermione helped me pack. The real reason for this was that she wanted to know what me and harry was up to. As we were packing my books, she asked, "How did you guys figure this out?"
"Well," I told her, "At my party, when we all went to sleep, I got elbowed in the ribs by Lizzy. Then I saw a light come on in the hall and I just went to it. I was going to get some water anyway, and when I went into the kitchen, there was Harry, making a ham sandwich. Then we started talking and…he kissed me. And it was like all along, this is what I was looking for! It just, sorta hit me, and now, it's just so…amazing."
"I know what you mean." Hermione said. "That's exactly how I feel with Ron. It's like, just, breathtaking. It's like you never want to be anywhere else but there, and you want to save that moment." Neither of us could explain it. It's one of those things that you can write about, but it might not be anything at all like what it really feels like.
As soon as we were done, we went downstairs to eat. We were a little bit late, but I guess it was worth it, because I wouldn't have to get up early to pack. Ron, Fred, George, and Harry were still eating. 'Growing boys need to eat, and that's why there's always plenty of food in this house', mum always says.
Harry and Ron were eating sandwiches.
"What number are you on, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Six," He answered. You might think that was a lot, but he usually eats about nine or ten. Still, that is a lot, but he's about 6 ft. 5, and he has a big appetite.
"Harry?" She asked.
"Three. But that's only because Ron got down here before me. I would have been ahead, but I had to pack." He looked disgusted, but took another bite of his sandwich.
Without thinking, I walked over to him, put my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him. He turned his head, so I got his lips. (Why must this always happen to me?) He smiled evilly.
Mum saw, but Ron didn't, because Hermione enchanted his sandwich to sing a different song every time he bit into it.
"Um, Ginny dear, can I please talk to you?" Mum asked me.
"Uh, sure mum." I walked into the living room.
"Ginny, you'd tell me if something was going on between you and a boy, right?" Her point?
*Ginny doesn't know her mom saw her kiss Harry…cackle cackle… *
"Right, mum," I asked. I was confused.
"Are you and Harry…"
"Oh, mum, I don't know. I think so." I smiled. "I really like him. I think he likes me too." She smiled and gave me a hug.
"I'm going to talk to him, ok?" Oh no. I forgot about the 'Weasley Talk'. Every time someone in our family gets a girlfriend (or in my case, boyfriend) mum gives them a talk. What it's about, I don't know. Hermione got it, and even she won't tell me what mum said.
"I'm going to be there too mum. I want to know what you people say in there."
"Alright," she said, and walked into the kitchen. "Harry, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." Harry got up from the table and came over to us. "What do you need, Mrs. Weasley?"
We headed into the living room.
"Well, I was wondering…" She decided how to say it. "Are you with Ginny?" Okay, not really what the smoothest thing to say. Harry looked at me.
"I…don't really know, Mrs. Weasley. I mean, I want to be, but I think that's all up to Ginny."
"Mum, can Harry and I talk about this for a minute?"
"Alright dear, I'm going to make some more sandwiches. Fred and George will be back soon. They went with Arthur to meet with Ludo Bagman." She walked back into the kitchen, and Harry and I went upstairs to my room.
I shut my door as we went in, and then sat on my bed.
"Harry…"
"Ginny, do you want to me with me? Because I know that I really like you and I want to be with you all the time. Even though I know that's not possible, I don't want to give up something that might be really good." He looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Harry, are you sure that's what you want? I wouldn't want you to be with me and then go through the rest of your life thinking about what you might have missed!" He held my hand, and was thinking of something to say.
"Gin," he said finally. "When I'm with you, its like I can just be who I truly am, and I don't have to pretend I'm some kind of hero. I get sick of people expecting me to be something I'm not. I can really be myself when I'm around you, and you make me so happy. Why would I want to be with some one else?"
"Are you positive? I don't want you to be miserable with me. If you were, I wouldn't be able to bear it. I just couldn't live if I thought I was stopping you from doing what you want."
"That will never happen, Gin, and you have to realize that. Besides being with you, Quidditch is what I want. But it isn't the same thing. And you understand that, right?" I nodded. "Nothing will come between us. Ever. We need each other, and that's the most important thing." With those last words, he kissed me, and I was happy.
We both were.
A/N: It's the cheese!! The cheese I tell you! This is cheezy, review review! I know the title doesn't make any sense, but I'll have to change it later.