Chapter 6- Telling Ron
As we headed downstairs, I saw Fred and George, and they gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back sarcastically.
"What was that for?" Harry mouthed.
"Nothing," I mouthed back. We reached the kitchen where Ron was finally done eating.
"So how many did he eat?" I asked Hermione.
"Twelve."
"Ooh, ouch," I made a pained face. Mum looked over at me, and Harry and I smiled.
"I'm going out to fly around some, okay mum?" I asked.
"Alright, but I need to see your room when you're done."
"I'm coming too," Harry said as I reached the door.
So we walked out to the meadow. I got my Nimbus 2002 out of the shed dad used for his muggle stuff. Harry's Firebolt was next to my Nimbus.
Then we walked to the meadow. It was really beautiful. I mounted my broom and took off, with Harry right behind me. The sun was just setting, and the sky was a blue/pink color.
"What do we tell Ron? What would he do if we told him?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. Do you think he'd kick your butt?"
"Most likely. What about us? I think we should be open. If we care about each other that much, why must we keep it a secret? Even if he does kill me, it'll be over soon enough, and he can't keep us apart." He leaned over his broom handle to give me a kiss.
"You're telling Ron, right?" He asked.
"Nope." I said, and I flew off into the sunset.
* Okay, I know that this is cheesy, but I have been watching movies all day and I'm starting to get ideas…J *
After we had gone flying, we went inside to look for Ron. What would I say when we found him? What would his reaction be?
"Gin, dear, I found him." Harry came to me, he was looking nervous. I sighed.
"Alright…lets go!" I hurried to Harry's side.
I knocked on the door to his room. "Ron! Can I come in?" I called. "Sure, Gin!" He called back.
Harry and I walked into his room. I could tell Harry was nervous, and to be perfectly honest, I was nervous too. What would Ron do? Erg! I have to be calm…just be calm.
"Yeah? What'd you need?"
"Well, uh, Ron, we have, er, something to tell you." I stuttered. I felt Harry's arm wrap around my waist. I looked up at Harry and started, "Well, Harry and I, uh, we, uh…"
"We kind of…well, I don't know exactly how to say this, but, me and Ginny…"
We blushed.
"I guess the best way for me to say this is…" He kissed me.
Ron laughed. We were startled. He laughed harder.
"That was a great joke guys!" He managed between fits of laughter.
"Ron, this isn't a joke." I said.
"Yeah, Ron. Ginny and I are serious. We're going out, Ron." Harry pulled me closer to him.
Ron was in a semi-shock state. He wasn't smiling any more. "Y-y-you and G-g-Ginny? Why I'll kill you!" Ron jumped from the bed and ran after Harry, who had bolted out the door. I ran after them. "Ron!" I screamed. "Come back here!"
It was hopeless. There was nothing I could do anymore. Except beat the hell out of Ron. "Ginny! What's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked, her head peeking out of a door.
"We told Ron, and he's gone insane!" With that, I ran after Harry. Hermione followed me.
"Mum! Where did Ron go!"
"Out toward the shed." We ran as fast as we could to find them. Sure enough, they were next to the shed. Ron punched Harry in the nose, and it started to bleed. Then he took a swipe at Ron, and hit him in the eye. Harry was now sitting against the wall, his nose was bleeding and Ron was standing over him and yelling.
"Harry!" I cried and ran over to him. I got a handkerchief out of my pocket and helped him clean up the blood.
"Ginny, you stay away from him!" Ron yelled at me. He made to grab my arm, but I shook him off.
"Ron! I'm sixteen! I can take care of myself! I don't care if you have a problem with me and Harry going out, but that's the way it is and you have to deal with it! I don't care what you think anymore! I'm not a baby. You can quit the whole 'Big Brother' charade because I'm sick and tired of it!" I was so mad at him. How could he treat his own best friend and my boyfriend like that? I slapped him. There was a dark red handprint where I had hit him. "So you just keep to yourself from now on!" I grabbed Harry's arm and helped him back to the house. I didn't really help him, he could walk, and I just babied him.
"Are you okay Harry?" I asked. "What did he do to you? What did you do to him?"
"Well, he just ran after me, and then when we reached the shed, he yelled something about wanting to take advantage of you or something like that. I couldn't really tell though. I've never seen him this mad. Except the time in fourth year when he and Hermione fought, but this was different. He really cares about you, Gin."
"I know. I just get fed up with it. He's always trying to protect me. It's because I'm the only girl. I know that. He thinks he has this obligation to protect me because I'm a year younger than he is." I was really mad now. My red hair was flying around my face, which was probably red now too.
Harry grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. He just stared at me. God, I love those bright green eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you're mad?" Harry asked me.
* Sorry to interrupt, but is that from a movie? Because I know a guy in my old school told me that…how embarrassing! *
"Are you kidding me? Last time I had a boyfriend, he told me that my hair was too frizzy and that I needed to pull it back. And he never thought I was beautiful." I despise Colin Creevy.
"Well, you are, and you need to know that." He kissed me once more. We stood making out on the lawn for a little to long I think, because we heard an, "Oh my, I guess we were intruding. Pardon us," from Fred and George (who were pretending to blush), and an "I'm gonna kill you, Harry!" from Ron, who had just come from the shed with Hermione.
"Wow, Ron! That's a cool slap mark you have there. Who did that?" gaped George.
"Ginny did," Ron growled.
"Way to go, Gin! Didn't know you had it in ya," complimented Fred.
"Well, Ron, I need to talk to you." I said. I put my hands on my hips and gave him a menacing look. He bit is lower lip.
"Okay. But Harry stays here."
"No shit, Ron. I wouldn't want Harry to be there any way." I turned on my heel and walked into the house with Ron following me.
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This was originally going to be the end of this chapter, but then my sister Jo told me that I should combine two chapters, and then it hit me! I should combine two chapters! I'm so smart. So, here it goes. Don't flame me for the time changes, the day goes really fast, and I didn't realize that until I re-read it for the fifth time.
Ginny isn't innocent anymore! lol
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We went up to my room. I closed the door, and Ron sat in the chair at my desk and I sat on my bed.
"Look, Ron. I'm sick of this whole fighting thing. Harry and I are going…out…" I said 'going out' slowly so he got the point. "There's nothing you can do to change that. You might not like it, but your going to have to deal with it. I really like him Ron, so please don't screw this up for me."
"Ginny, I don't want you going out with him! He's not your type."
"And you know what my type is. Sometimes some one doesn't have to be your type for you to really like them. Look at you and Hermione for example. Hermione likes to study, and you don't. She likes to read, and you'd rather play chess. Some things just work out like that Ron. Deal with it."
"Using Hermione and me isn't a good example. It's too different. You and Harry have nothing in common."
"You don't know that Ron. All you know, or want to know, is that we don't have anything in common. But how can you truthfully say that when you haven't even given us a chance? Maybe we are meant for each other. If we aren't, we'll find that out later in life. Right now, Ron, I just want to know that someone out there appreciates me. Not me the little sister, not me the only daughter, not me the little girl you have to protect. I'm sixteen Ron. I'll be fine."
"I don't want you getting hurt. You're my little sister for goodness sake!"
"Okay, this is what I do not want to hear." I interrupted. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm helpless. Just because I'm closer to you in age doesn't mean you have to look out for me. I have other brothers Ron. Sometimes, I think you just need to let me live my life a little bit."
"All the same, Gin. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were to get hurt. If you did, I'd get mad at Harry, and he is my best friend. I just don't want anything to go wrong."
"Ron, in life, you have what they like to call 'risks'. It means you take a chance. It means you have a little to lose but a lot to gain. You're taking a risk every day, Ronnie. You just need to realize that not everything has a game plan. Nothing is really safe. You make more by taking the risks than by going the safe way."
"Alright," He said finally, smiling. "Just don't come crying to me when something goes wrong."
"Don't worry, I always have Fred and George." I smiled and gave him a hug.
We walked back to the kitchen. Harry looked at me hopefully. I smiled, and so did he.
"Sorry about that mate." Ron told Harry. "It's a brother thing." So with that, Ronnie and Harry were best friends again…blah de blah de blah.
Mum was tending to Harry's cheek, which was the source of the blood, not his nose. Turns out, the ring Ron wears cut Harry's face when he got punched. There's a big long scrape across his left cheek.
Ron got a black eye, but that was fine. Mum told him it might be sore for a while, and it would be black for about that long too. He was okay with that.
I walked over and sat on Harry's lap. "Well, tomorrow we go to school again." I said drearily. So much had happened today. It felt more like a week instead of one day. It was already starting to get dark out. I rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes and sang:
Once I knew
Long ago
What the earth had to offer
Now I know
You were there
Be my guide
I surrender
If you show me how to care
Earth is blooming everywhere
If you show me what to do
I remember you
Do you know
What I see
If you never come closer
If you love
From far away
My heart with you will always stay
Some where in the middle, Harry had joined me, singing the harmony. I loved that song. It was an old folk song whose tune would later be used for the song in a muggle movie called 'Anastasia'. That one was called something like 'Once Upon A December'.
"Ginny, that was so beautiful." Hermione said. She had tears in her eyes. Why in the world is she crying? Internally I shrugged.
"It's my favorite song. I heard it when I was little, and I really liked the tune. It's so sad, but it's just so beautiful. Like who ever was writing it had lost some one very important to them."
"Sing another one," Fred said suddenly. Every one looked at him strangely. He usually ran out of the room when I sang, but I never thought he actually liked it. "Well?"
"Oh, right," I coughed. "What one? Another folk song?"
"Sure. What about 'Rain Drops'?"
"Okay."
The clouds
Are full
Tonight
Tonight at the lake
The moon
Is bright
And shining in the wake
If
You must know
The raindrops they will fall
Tonight
The moon
Will rise again at all
But if by chance
The moon
Is full
The raindrops they might fall
For they
Are right
In all
The raindrops they will fall
This tune was like the one from 'Swan Lake'. Honestly, these muggles need to think of some other way to get their music. That was my second favorite song. I think that the old wizards who wrote these songs were very inventive.
"Why did you want me to sing again Fred? You usually never want to hear me sing." He looked slightly confused. "It's not that hard of a question." I told him.
"I think," he said slowly, "That your voice has improved so much since you last sang in front of anyone. When was that?" Oh, that was a long time ago.
"That must have been about six or seven months ago. Why?"
"I think that you should go audition for the singing thing on the WWN. I was listening to it yesterday and I thought you might be interested."
"Well thanks Fred. I didn't know you had a heart. I kind of stopped thinking you had one about the time when I was five, when you put those cockroaches in my bed." I shuddered at the thought. "So what do you mean by 'singing thing'?"
"I can't quite remember. I think it's something about becoming a star or something. Remember what they said about the muggle 'Pop Star' television show?" I nodded. "Well it's similar to that, but it's only one person, not a group."
"When are the auditions?"
"It's during the Christmas holidays. They are having it from the 20th through the 25th. I think you should go and give it a chance. I bet you'd make it."
"Thanks Fred. That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever done for me."
"Yeah, well, don't get used to it." I laughed, but that laugh turned into a yawn. I hadn't realized how tired I was.
"I'm heading up to bed," I announced. "I'm really tired."
"We should all go to bed," Mum said. Everyone got up from their couches or other people's laps.
"Goodnight Herm," I said and hugged her. "Goodnight Fred, George, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Mum, Dad," I mumbled and hugged them all.
I walked up the stairs with Ron, Hermione, and Harry, and when Ron and Herm went to their rooms, Harry stayed with me.
"You gonna be okay tonight?" he asked.
"Of course, Harry! I'm fine every night." I put my hand on his cheek, being careful not to touch his scratch. It must have been more sensitive than I thought, because he winced.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry." I ran my fingers through his hair.
"It's okay. Just, a little sore." He kissed me. "You sure you don't want me to tuck you in tonight?" He looked pathetic. His lower lip stuck out and he made a sad puppy face.
"Fine. Just let me change first." So I went into my room and changed while Harry waited outside the door. When I was done, I opened the door. I crawled into bed, and Harry pulled my covers up to my chin.
"Harry! I can't breath if you do that!" He laughed and pulled the covers down to the base of my neck.
"Goodnight, Harry dearest," I said in my best American accent. "Goodnight, Ginny my sweet," he said. He kissed me goodnight. He walked to my door and turned out the light.
"Goodnight, Ginny," He whispered.
"Goodnight, Harry," I said, and I yawned.
The last thought I had in my heard before I fell asleep was, Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.
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A/N: More cheese! I know! *ducks from the rotten tomatoes the townspeople are throw at her*
Tell me what you think? I this a long chapter? I know it's longer than the others.
As we headed downstairs, I saw Fred and George, and they gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back sarcastically.
"What was that for?" Harry mouthed.
"Nothing," I mouthed back. We reached the kitchen where Ron was finally done eating.
"So how many did he eat?" I asked Hermione.
"Twelve."
"Ooh, ouch," I made a pained face. Mum looked over at me, and Harry and I smiled.
"I'm going out to fly around some, okay mum?" I asked.
"Alright, but I need to see your room when you're done."
"I'm coming too," Harry said as I reached the door.
So we walked out to the meadow. I got my Nimbus 2002 out of the shed dad used for his muggle stuff. Harry's Firebolt was next to my Nimbus.
Then we walked to the meadow. It was really beautiful. I mounted my broom and took off, with Harry right behind me. The sun was just setting, and the sky was a blue/pink color.
"What do we tell Ron? What would he do if we told him?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. Do you think he'd kick your butt?"
"Most likely. What about us? I think we should be open. If we care about each other that much, why must we keep it a secret? Even if he does kill me, it'll be over soon enough, and he can't keep us apart." He leaned over his broom handle to give me a kiss.
"You're telling Ron, right?" He asked.
"Nope." I said, and I flew off into the sunset.
* Okay, I know that this is cheesy, but I have been watching movies all day and I'm starting to get ideas…J *
After we had gone flying, we went inside to look for Ron. What would I say when we found him? What would his reaction be?
"Gin, dear, I found him." Harry came to me, he was looking nervous. I sighed.
"Alright…lets go!" I hurried to Harry's side.
I knocked on the door to his room. "Ron! Can I come in?" I called. "Sure, Gin!" He called back.
Harry and I walked into his room. I could tell Harry was nervous, and to be perfectly honest, I was nervous too. What would Ron do? Erg! I have to be calm…just be calm.
"Yeah? What'd you need?"
"Well, uh, Ron, we have, er, something to tell you." I stuttered. I felt Harry's arm wrap around my waist. I looked up at Harry and started, "Well, Harry and I, uh, we, uh…"
"We kind of…well, I don't know exactly how to say this, but, me and Ginny…"
We blushed.
"I guess the best way for me to say this is…" He kissed me.
Ron laughed. We were startled. He laughed harder.
"That was a great joke guys!" He managed between fits of laughter.
"Ron, this isn't a joke." I said.
"Yeah, Ron. Ginny and I are serious. We're going out, Ron." Harry pulled me closer to him.
Ron was in a semi-shock state. He wasn't smiling any more. "Y-y-you and G-g-Ginny? Why I'll kill you!" Ron jumped from the bed and ran after Harry, who had bolted out the door. I ran after them. "Ron!" I screamed. "Come back here!"
It was hopeless. There was nothing I could do anymore. Except beat the hell out of Ron. "Ginny! What's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked, her head peeking out of a door.
"We told Ron, and he's gone insane!" With that, I ran after Harry. Hermione followed me.
"Mum! Where did Ron go!"
"Out toward the shed." We ran as fast as we could to find them. Sure enough, they were next to the shed. Ron punched Harry in the nose, and it started to bleed. Then he took a swipe at Ron, and hit him in the eye. Harry was now sitting against the wall, his nose was bleeding and Ron was standing over him and yelling.
"Harry!" I cried and ran over to him. I got a handkerchief out of my pocket and helped him clean up the blood.
"Ginny, you stay away from him!" Ron yelled at me. He made to grab my arm, but I shook him off.
"Ron! I'm sixteen! I can take care of myself! I don't care if you have a problem with me and Harry going out, but that's the way it is and you have to deal with it! I don't care what you think anymore! I'm not a baby. You can quit the whole 'Big Brother' charade because I'm sick and tired of it!" I was so mad at him. How could he treat his own best friend and my boyfriend like that? I slapped him. There was a dark red handprint where I had hit him. "So you just keep to yourself from now on!" I grabbed Harry's arm and helped him back to the house. I didn't really help him, he could walk, and I just babied him.
"Are you okay Harry?" I asked. "What did he do to you? What did you do to him?"
"Well, he just ran after me, and then when we reached the shed, he yelled something about wanting to take advantage of you or something like that. I couldn't really tell though. I've never seen him this mad. Except the time in fourth year when he and Hermione fought, but this was different. He really cares about you, Gin."
"I know. I just get fed up with it. He's always trying to protect me. It's because I'm the only girl. I know that. He thinks he has this obligation to protect me because I'm a year younger than he is." I was really mad now. My red hair was flying around my face, which was probably red now too.
Harry grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. He just stared at me. God, I love those bright green eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you're mad?" Harry asked me.
* Sorry to interrupt, but is that from a movie? Because I know a guy in my old school told me that…how embarrassing! *
"Are you kidding me? Last time I had a boyfriend, he told me that my hair was too frizzy and that I needed to pull it back. And he never thought I was beautiful." I despise Colin Creevy.
"Well, you are, and you need to know that." He kissed me once more. We stood making out on the lawn for a little to long I think, because we heard an, "Oh my, I guess we were intruding. Pardon us," from Fred and George (who were pretending to blush), and an "I'm gonna kill you, Harry!" from Ron, who had just come from the shed with Hermione.
"Wow, Ron! That's a cool slap mark you have there. Who did that?" gaped George.
"Ginny did," Ron growled.
"Way to go, Gin! Didn't know you had it in ya," complimented Fred.
"Well, Ron, I need to talk to you." I said. I put my hands on my hips and gave him a menacing look. He bit is lower lip.
"Okay. But Harry stays here."
"No shit, Ron. I wouldn't want Harry to be there any way." I turned on my heel and walked into the house with Ron following me.
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This was originally going to be the end of this chapter, but then my sister Jo told me that I should combine two chapters, and then it hit me! I should combine two chapters! I'm so smart. So, here it goes. Don't flame me for the time changes, the day goes really fast, and I didn't realize that until I re-read it for the fifth time.
Ginny isn't innocent anymore! lol
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We went up to my room. I closed the door, and Ron sat in the chair at my desk and I sat on my bed.
"Look, Ron. I'm sick of this whole fighting thing. Harry and I are going…out…" I said 'going out' slowly so he got the point. "There's nothing you can do to change that. You might not like it, but your going to have to deal with it. I really like him Ron, so please don't screw this up for me."
"Ginny, I don't want you going out with him! He's not your type."
"And you know what my type is. Sometimes some one doesn't have to be your type for you to really like them. Look at you and Hermione for example. Hermione likes to study, and you don't. She likes to read, and you'd rather play chess. Some things just work out like that Ron. Deal with it."
"Using Hermione and me isn't a good example. It's too different. You and Harry have nothing in common."
"You don't know that Ron. All you know, or want to know, is that we don't have anything in common. But how can you truthfully say that when you haven't even given us a chance? Maybe we are meant for each other. If we aren't, we'll find that out later in life. Right now, Ron, I just want to know that someone out there appreciates me. Not me the little sister, not me the only daughter, not me the little girl you have to protect. I'm sixteen Ron. I'll be fine."
"I don't want you getting hurt. You're my little sister for goodness sake!"
"Okay, this is what I do not want to hear." I interrupted. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm helpless. Just because I'm closer to you in age doesn't mean you have to look out for me. I have other brothers Ron. Sometimes, I think you just need to let me live my life a little bit."
"All the same, Gin. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were to get hurt. If you did, I'd get mad at Harry, and he is my best friend. I just don't want anything to go wrong."
"Ron, in life, you have what they like to call 'risks'. It means you take a chance. It means you have a little to lose but a lot to gain. You're taking a risk every day, Ronnie. You just need to realize that not everything has a game plan. Nothing is really safe. You make more by taking the risks than by going the safe way."
"Alright," He said finally, smiling. "Just don't come crying to me when something goes wrong."
"Don't worry, I always have Fred and George." I smiled and gave him a hug.
We walked back to the kitchen. Harry looked at me hopefully. I smiled, and so did he.
"Sorry about that mate." Ron told Harry. "It's a brother thing." So with that, Ronnie and Harry were best friends again…blah de blah de blah.
Mum was tending to Harry's cheek, which was the source of the blood, not his nose. Turns out, the ring Ron wears cut Harry's face when he got punched. There's a big long scrape across his left cheek.
Ron got a black eye, but that was fine. Mum told him it might be sore for a while, and it would be black for about that long too. He was okay with that.
I walked over and sat on Harry's lap. "Well, tomorrow we go to school again." I said drearily. So much had happened today. It felt more like a week instead of one day. It was already starting to get dark out. I rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes and sang:
Once I knew
Long ago
What the earth had to offer
Now I know
You were there
Be my guide
I surrender
If you show me how to care
Earth is blooming everywhere
If you show me what to do
I remember you
Do you know
What I see
If you never come closer
If you love
From far away
My heart with you will always stay
Some where in the middle, Harry had joined me, singing the harmony. I loved that song. It was an old folk song whose tune would later be used for the song in a muggle movie called 'Anastasia'. That one was called something like 'Once Upon A December'.
"Ginny, that was so beautiful." Hermione said. She had tears in her eyes. Why in the world is she crying? Internally I shrugged.
"It's my favorite song. I heard it when I was little, and I really liked the tune. It's so sad, but it's just so beautiful. Like who ever was writing it had lost some one very important to them."
"Sing another one," Fred said suddenly. Every one looked at him strangely. He usually ran out of the room when I sang, but I never thought he actually liked it. "Well?"
"Oh, right," I coughed. "What one? Another folk song?"
"Sure. What about 'Rain Drops'?"
"Okay."
The clouds
Are full
Tonight
Tonight at the lake
The moon
Is bright
And shining in the wake
If
You must know
The raindrops they will fall
Tonight
The moon
Will rise again at all
But if by chance
The moon
Is full
The raindrops they might fall
For they
Are right
In all
The raindrops they will fall
This tune was like the one from 'Swan Lake'. Honestly, these muggles need to think of some other way to get their music. That was my second favorite song. I think that the old wizards who wrote these songs were very inventive.
"Why did you want me to sing again Fred? You usually never want to hear me sing." He looked slightly confused. "It's not that hard of a question." I told him.
"I think," he said slowly, "That your voice has improved so much since you last sang in front of anyone. When was that?" Oh, that was a long time ago.
"That must have been about six or seven months ago. Why?"
"I think that you should go audition for the singing thing on the WWN. I was listening to it yesterday and I thought you might be interested."
"Well thanks Fred. I didn't know you had a heart. I kind of stopped thinking you had one about the time when I was five, when you put those cockroaches in my bed." I shuddered at the thought. "So what do you mean by 'singing thing'?"
"I can't quite remember. I think it's something about becoming a star or something. Remember what they said about the muggle 'Pop Star' television show?" I nodded. "Well it's similar to that, but it's only one person, not a group."
"When are the auditions?"
"It's during the Christmas holidays. They are having it from the 20th through the 25th. I think you should go and give it a chance. I bet you'd make it."
"Thanks Fred. That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever done for me."
"Yeah, well, don't get used to it." I laughed, but that laugh turned into a yawn. I hadn't realized how tired I was.
"I'm heading up to bed," I announced. "I'm really tired."
"We should all go to bed," Mum said. Everyone got up from their couches or other people's laps.
"Goodnight Herm," I said and hugged her. "Goodnight Fred, George, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Mum, Dad," I mumbled and hugged them all.
I walked up the stairs with Ron, Hermione, and Harry, and when Ron and Herm went to their rooms, Harry stayed with me.
"You gonna be okay tonight?" he asked.
"Of course, Harry! I'm fine every night." I put my hand on his cheek, being careful not to touch his scratch. It must have been more sensitive than I thought, because he winced.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry." I ran my fingers through his hair.
"It's okay. Just, a little sore." He kissed me. "You sure you don't want me to tuck you in tonight?" He looked pathetic. His lower lip stuck out and he made a sad puppy face.
"Fine. Just let me change first." So I went into my room and changed while Harry waited outside the door. When I was done, I opened the door. I crawled into bed, and Harry pulled my covers up to my chin.
"Harry! I can't breath if you do that!" He laughed and pulled the covers down to the base of my neck.
"Goodnight, Harry dearest," I said in my best American accent. "Goodnight, Ginny my sweet," he said. He kissed me goodnight. He walked to my door and turned out the light.
"Goodnight, Ginny," He whispered.
"Goodnight, Harry," I said, and I yawned.
The last thought I had in my heard before I fell asleep was, Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.
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A/N: More cheese! I know! *ducks from the rotten tomatoes the townspeople are throw at her*
Tell me what you think? I this a long chapter? I know it's longer than the others.