Revenge of the Bunnies
Chapter 5 (shimmer)
Just a little note to say...
A/N: Hey I'd like to thank the 14 people who reviewed! We are so happy! " You like me, you really like me!" hehe. Keep up the good reviewing guys! I hope you like this chapter, as it is mine, hehe. I know you're all probably going " Oh no! Not another chapter by her!" but don't worry, star ( In the name of reading) is next! Ah, well, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: First, I remembered! Discalimer: Most of the stuff in this belongs to J.K Rowling and well the other stuff, if not belonging to someone else, belongs to me or my sisters. Please respect pottergirls Inc. and ask before you use any of our ideas thank you and enjoy!
Ginny's POV
Harry and I sat in the Common Room all alone. The fire was crackling merrily behind me, and his green eyes were reflecting the flames.
He picked up a small box from the table next to him. It was wrapped untidily in blue paper with a silver ribbon tied on it. "I tried to wrap it myself", he said sheepishly.
"Harry, you didn't have to get me anything!" I giggled, pushing the present away.
He handed me the parcel, and said, "Happy birthday, now open it!" He seemed almost as eager to see what was inside as I was.
I untied the silver ribbon carefully, tucking it away to wear in my hair some other day, then and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, sparkling necklace with a silver heart hanging off it.
"It's beautiful, thank you, Harry!" I said. No one had ever given me anything that nice for my birthday.
"You like it. I wasn't sure if you would, here, let me help you."
He took it from me and fastened around my neck and kissed me.
Once our kiss was over, I looked up breathlessly. "It's a beautiful necklace, Harry," I breathed, "I'll treasure it always."
"Ginny, that necklace has special powers…" Harry began, seriously.
A cold draft blew across my face waking me from my dreams; I opened my eyes to see Harry next to me. Harry? I thought groggily. How on earth did I end up in the same bed as Harry Potter?
"Good morning", said Harry somewhat sleepily.
"Where am I? How did I get here? What were we-" I could feel my face turning red.
"You," he said, laughing, "ran away last night and came to stay with me of all people, remember?"
The memories from the previous day came flooding back into my mind.
"But, excuse me, Harry Potter, I seem to recall telling you that under no circumstances would I sleep in the bed," I told him, indignantly, "Why am I up here, and not on the floor?"
"I guess you got cold." Harry shrugged.
"Harry!" I exclaimed.
"Ok, ok," he said, holding up his hands in surrender, "I didn't do anything, I swear! I woke up, and you were in the bed with me."
I could feel my face turning red.
But before I had a chance to say anything more, a thin bony hand pushed a plate with a tiny lump of cheese through a flap in the door.
"Breakfast," said Harry, rather gloomily. My jaw dropped.
"That can't be all you eat for breakfast! That's all those Muggles feed you?" I would have kept on going but Harry cut me off.
"Ginny, relax, If that was all I ate, I don't reckon I'd be alive." he said smiling.
"But how? Do they give you more in a few minutes?"
It was way too early for me to think straight, let alone figure out Harry Potter's diet. He got down on the floor and pried open a loose floor board, underneath was the most sweets I have ever seen in one place. Assorted cakes, pies, bottles of butterbeer, what looked like some of Hagrid's treacle fudge and what seemed to be all of Honeydukes candy was stuffed in there. Harry took out a handful of brightly colored candy and a bottle of butterbeer. He laughed as he looked at the amazed expression on my face.
"This," he said, popping a Fizzing Whizbee into his mouth, "is breakfast."
At that moment, Pigwidgeon flew to the window, and started tapping. Harry, looking like someone had canceled Christmas, opened it, and let him in.
"Pigwidgeon!" I exclaimed, stroking the little bird, "What are you doing here?"
Harry, meanwhile, had untied the letter from Pig's leg. He scanned it quickly, and his face grew tighter.
"What?" I asked, seeing the apprehension in his face almost immediately, "What's going on? Is that from Ron?"
Harry nodded, curtly.
"Well?" I asked, impatiently, "What does he say?"
"Read for yourself," said Harry, tossing me the letter. I caught it, and started to read.
HARRY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
"Nice beginning," I commented.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHERE GINNY IS, OR I'LL HURT YOU!!!!! WHERE IS SHE? WHEN DID SHE CONTACT YOU??? WHY DIDN'T YOU OWL ME?
AND WHAT WAS THAT CRAP ABOUT NOT TELLING ANYONE? I'M GOING TO TELL EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS HOUSEHOLD IF YOU DON'T TELL ME RIGHT THIS SECOND WHERE GINNY IS, YOU BLOODY IDIOT!!!!!!
-Ron
"Well," I stated, finally, "That's a surprising turn of events."
"What am I supposed to do now?" asked Harry, looking at me pleadingly.
"Write back," I said, "Tell him that you're sorry, but you've made a promise to someone, and you can't tell where I am, in fact, you're not even sure. You're sorry, but you can't help. Assure him that I'm alright, and I'll come home eventually. Plead with him to see that he shouldn't tell everyone, and he'll understand when I come back."
"Oh," said Harry, picking up his quill.
~*~
A few hours after our "breakfast", Harry pried open yet another floorboard.
"What hungry again?" I asked curiously.
"Nah, homework!" he said with a groan while he pulled out parchment and ink.
Then I was reminded about a particularly nasty Potions essay that I had sort of, kinda forgotten.
"Good idea, I have this essay for Potions and I never know the difference between Healing Potions with powdered bezoar, and ones with shrivelfig, and that's what the whole thing is about! I bet Snape planned it that way!" I complained.
I forgot how cute he was, I thought to myself Stop it, Weasley, you broke up with him remember?
An hour after I started my essay, I got up a stretched, then with a clatter my necklace fell to the floor.
"Here," said Harry, picking up the silver chain as the heart pendant glinted in the sunlight. "Let me help you".
"Oh thanks."
Then he came over and fastened it around my neck, his face was inches from mine, and he kissed me. I had also forgotten what a good kisser he was.
Suddenly he pulled away, "Ginny, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I mean we broke up and-"
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of Weasley red from outside.
"Harry!" I whispered frantically, "Bill's here!"
Harry ran to the window where indeed Bill was outside on the lawn, looking suspiciously at the house. Harry swore, quietly and said "Hide!"
I dashed underneath his lumpy bed, just in time. A split second later, Bill Apparated inside the room.
Chapter 5 (shimmer)
Just a little note to say...
A/N: Hey I'd like to thank the 14 people who reviewed! We are so happy! " You like me, you really like me!" hehe. Keep up the good reviewing guys! I hope you like this chapter, as it is mine, hehe. I know you're all probably going " Oh no! Not another chapter by her!" but don't worry, star ( In the name of reading) is next! Ah, well, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: First, I remembered! Discalimer: Most of the stuff in this belongs to J.K Rowling and well the other stuff, if not belonging to someone else, belongs to me or my sisters. Please respect pottergirls Inc. and ask before you use any of our ideas thank you and enjoy!
Ginny's POV
Harry and I sat in the Common Room all alone. The fire was crackling merrily behind me, and his green eyes were reflecting the flames.
He picked up a small box from the table next to him. It was wrapped untidily in blue paper with a silver ribbon tied on it. "I tried to wrap it myself", he said sheepishly.
"Harry, you didn't have to get me anything!" I giggled, pushing the present away.
He handed me the parcel, and said, "Happy birthday, now open it!" He seemed almost as eager to see what was inside as I was.
I untied the silver ribbon carefully, tucking it away to wear in my hair some other day, then and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, sparkling necklace with a silver heart hanging off it.
"It's beautiful, thank you, Harry!" I said. No one had ever given me anything that nice for my birthday.
"You like it. I wasn't sure if you would, here, let me help you."
He took it from me and fastened around my neck and kissed me.
Once our kiss was over, I looked up breathlessly. "It's a beautiful necklace, Harry," I breathed, "I'll treasure it always."
"Ginny, that necklace has special powers…" Harry began, seriously.
A cold draft blew across my face waking me from my dreams; I opened my eyes to see Harry next to me. Harry? I thought groggily. How on earth did I end up in the same bed as Harry Potter?
"Good morning", said Harry somewhat sleepily.
"Where am I? How did I get here? What were we-" I could feel my face turning red.
"You," he said, laughing, "ran away last night and came to stay with me of all people, remember?"
The memories from the previous day came flooding back into my mind.
"But, excuse me, Harry Potter, I seem to recall telling you that under no circumstances would I sleep in the bed," I told him, indignantly, "Why am I up here, and not on the floor?"
"I guess you got cold." Harry shrugged.
"Harry!" I exclaimed.
"Ok, ok," he said, holding up his hands in surrender, "I didn't do anything, I swear! I woke up, and you were in the bed with me."
I could feel my face turning red.
But before I had a chance to say anything more, a thin bony hand pushed a plate with a tiny lump of cheese through a flap in the door.
"Breakfast," said Harry, rather gloomily. My jaw dropped.
"That can't be all you eat for breakfast! That's all those Muggles feed you?" I would have kept on going but Harry cut me off.
"Ginny, relax, If that was all I ate, I don't reckon I'd be alive." he said smiling.
"But how? Do they give you more in a few minutes?"
It was way too early for me to think straight, let alone figure out Harry Potter's diet. He got down on the floor and pried open a loose floor board, underneath was the most sweets I have ever seen in one place. Assorted cakes, pies, bottles of butterbeer, what looked like some of Hagrid's treacle fudge and what seemed to be all of Honeydukes candy was stuffed in there. Harry took out a handful of brightly colored candy and a bottle of butterbeer. He laughed as he looked at the amazed expression on my face.
"This," he said, popping a Fizzing Whizbee into his mouth, "is breakfast."
At that moment, Pigwidgeon flew to the window, and started tapping. Harry, looking like someone had canceled Christmas, opened it, and let him in.
"Pigwidgeon!" I exclaimed, stroking the little bird, "What are you doing here?"
Harry, meanwhile, had untied the letter from Pig's leg. He scanned it quickly, and his face grew tighter.
"What?" I asked, seeing the apprehension in his face almost immediately, "What's going on? Is that from Ron?"
Harry nodded, curtly.
"Well?" I asked, impatiently, "What does he say?"
"Read for yourself," said Harry, tossing me the letter. I caught it, and started to read.
HARRY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
"Nice beginning," I commented.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHERE GINNY IS, OR I'LL HURT YOU!!!!! WHERE IS SHE? WHEN DID SHE CONTACT YOU??? WHY DIDN'T YOU OWL ME?
AND WHAT WAS THAT CRAP ABOUT NOT TELLING ANYONE? I'M GOING TO TELL EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS HOUSEHOLD IF YOU DON'T TELL ME RIGHT THIS SECOND WHERE GINNY IS, YOU BLOODY IDIOT!!!!!!
-Ron
"Well," I stated, finally, "That's a surprising turn of events."
"What am I supposed to do now?" asked Harry, looking at me pleadingly.
"Write back," I said, "Tell him that you're sorry, but you've made a promise to someone, and you can't tell where I am, in fact, you're not even sure. You're sorry, but you can't help. Assure him that I'm alright, and I'll come home eventually. Plead with him to see that he shouldn't tell everyone, and he'll understand when I come back."
"Oh," said Harry, picking up his quill.
~*~
A few hours after our "breakfast", Harry pried open yet another floorboard.
"What hungry again?" I asked curiously.
"Nah, homework!" he said with a groan while he pulled out parchment and ink.
Then I was reminded about a particularly nasty Potions essay that I had sort of, kinda forgotten.
"Good idea, I have this essay for Potions and I never know the difference between Healing Potions with powdered bezoar, and ones with shrivelfig, and that's what the whole thing is about! I bet Snape planned it that way!" I complained.
I forgot how cute he was, I thought to myself Stop it, Weasley, you broke up with him remember?
An hour after I started my essay, I got up a stretched, then with a clatter my necklace fell to the floor.
"Here," said Harry, picking up the silver chain as the heart pendant glinted in the sunlight. "Let me help you".
"Oh thanks."
Then he came over and fastened it around my neck, his face was inches from mine, and he kissed me. I had also forgotten what a good kisser he was.
Suddenly he pulled away, "Ginny, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I mean we broke up and-"
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of Weasley red from outside.
"Harry!" I whispered frantically, "Bill's here!"
Harry ran to the window where indeed Bill was outside on the lawn, looking suspiciously at the house. Harry swore, quietly and said "Hide!"
I dashed underneath his lumpy bed, just in time. A split second later, Bill Apparated inside the room.