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Revenge of the Bunnies
Chapter Seven - Lying on the floor with him…In a towel??? ( Bexie)
Harry's POV
I stared at the place where Ginny had been standing, blankly. She had been gone in an instant, Bill had dragged her out of the room, and caught the Knight Bus, I supposed. But all that mattered was that she was gone, and I was in deep shit.
I fully expected every member of her family to show up on my doorstep and clobber me in a few hours. I knew they thought they had a reason to. In fact, I'd probably be dead in a few hours, especially after Fred and George got to me.
I should start writing out a will, I thought, realizing the actuality of the statement that was meant as a joke.
I suppose a lot of people would think what I did was strange. Taking my ex girlfriend in, letting her stay in my house, and all that. But this was definitely a unique situation.
When Ginny showed up, I felt - oh, I don't know what I felt. She looked…so beautiful…and so perfect…just like she always looked. I loved the way her hair fell round her face in ringlets, and her eyes glowed when she spoke. I loved the way the looked at me. I loved everything about her. When I woke up and found her in bed with me, sure, I was amused, but I like the feeling of her tiny body curled up next to mine. It was like that was where we were meant to be.
I know I shouldn't have kissed her. It was over, I knew it, she knew it. But, I couldn't resist. I saw her standing there, and her lips looked so soft, and just like before, our bodies molded together as I bent down over her. But I knew we couldn't all along. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be.
I know Ginny was worried for me when Bill started yelling at me. Hell, I was worried for me. Not because I knew Bill could hex me into next week, though he certainly could. I was upset because he'd think that I'd kidnap Ginny. I'd never do that. It really hurts, having accusations thrown in your face like that. You don't know until you've experienced it. When someone accuses you of practically being a Dark Wizard, hurting their family, not only are you hurt, you're angry. I could feel something snap in me as he said that. It took all my strength to fight back the part of me that was saying 'Hurt him.' Because I've got an evil side to my soul. Everyone does, really. The side that goes against your conscience, the side that reacts when someone hurts your feelings, the side that has performed every curse I've ever uttered. And, life is really about fighting back that evil side of our character. The point of life truly is to fight against your evil side, and strengthen your good.
And some people…some people give into their evil side. Some people…some people give up fighting…and some never even tried. They just let the evil take over, and before they know it, they're doing things they've never thought of. Things they never ever believed they would do.
Suddenly, there was a tap on my window, startling me out of my thoughts. Pig was there, tapping on the window (again). I wondered what more Ron could possibly have to say to me.
I untied the letter from Pig's leg, and he hooted happily, back to his normal self, I suppose. It read:
Potter -
Mum and Dad want to give you a chance to "explain" yourself, and tell them what's going on. Ginny's still completely Confounded. I can't believe you would do something like that. And I called you my friend?! Fuck that. Mum and Dad want to give you a second chance, so I'm supposed to include this Port Key, though I'd rather never see you again. I can't believe you'd do something as idiotic as try and kidnap my little sister! Damn you! Everyone thinks you've done it, don't worry. Even Mum and Dad, though they deny it publicly. Bill seems to be wavering a little - fuck! Why am I telling you this shit? Take the Port Key at 9:11 tomorrow morning. Don't have a pleasant day. I'm not looking forward to seeing you.
- R
I groaned. Could this situation get any worse? My best friend hated me, I had just put a move on my ex girlfriend, and their family was going to kill me or seriously injure me. Nah, couldn't get much worse than that. I picked up the Port Key, a small knife. I grimaced. Probably the knife that was going to chop me into little pieces later.
Sighing, I lay back on my bed, and continued to think. I missed the feel of Ginny next to me. Even if it had only been for one night, it had been one of the best nights of my life.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against my pillows. Slowly, lost in thoughts, I drifted off to sleep…
~*~
Ginny's POV
I was so embarrassed when Bill dragged me out of the room like a child. Of course, he thinks that that's what I am. Little girl. Baby. I knew I shouldn't have gone, but guess what - I did. And, I was hoping that that might have proved a point to my family.
But apparently not.
The moment I entered the house, Mum rushed to me, sobbing. I mean, it was only one night.
"Oh, Ginny, I was so worried, what happened, who took you, are you alright, darling?" she asked. I stifled a groan.
"No one took me, I went on my own," I voiced, trying to make a point.
"Confounded," Bill explained with a word.
"I'M - NOT - CONFOUNDED!!" I yelled, "I'm telling you, I left on my own!"
"Nonsense, Ginny, you'd never do a thing like that," said my father, smiling down at me. I groaned. Obviously nothing had changed.
"Where was she, Bill?" asked Mum, while fussing over me.
Bill's face looked set. "It seems," he said, grimly, "that for some reason or another, Harry Potter kidnapped our little sister."
Mum's hand flew to her mouth. "No!" she said, "Harry?"
"Yeah," said Bill, nodding.
"Oh, I can't believe this," said Mum, sitting down.
Ron muttered some inappropriate language under his breath, and I glared at him.
"Listen," I said. No one paid me any mind, they were all muttering. "Listen to me!" I said, louder. Again, no one even seemed to hear. I was really getting frustrated. "GODDAMMIT, SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!" I yelled.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock.
"Listen," I said, "I am not Confounded. I ran away from home. I went to - "
"Shh," said Mum, patting my back, "You're just confused, dear, lie down. It's ok, it'll be fine."
I slapped her hand away. "I don't want you to comfort me!" I snapped.
"What do you want, Gin?" asked George.
I stopped. This was the first direct question anyone had asked me. "I…I want…" I said in a small voice.
"She wants to go to bed, there, there," said Charlie, getting ready to carry me up the stairs.
"NO!" I said, "I want you all to look at me, and tell me what you see."
"What do you mean?" asked Ron, "We see you. We see Ginny."
"Bull," I said.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ron.
"I mean bull!" I said, staring him straight in the eye, "You don't even know who I am."
~*~
Harry's POV
I stood in my room, looking at the Port Key on the table. Did I really want to go? It was almost like walking into certain death. Yet, if I went, I would see…Ginny. And that was certainly something I wanted.
I supposed I'd have to face up to it, sooner or later. Looking at my watching, I put my finger on the knife and closed my other hand firmly around the handle of my trunk.
I felt myself being transported, and the next moment, I found myself in the Burrow, still gripping the knife with a death grip.
Fred gave me a cool stare when I appeared. I saw George's hands ball into fists, and Ron turned away from me. That hurt. My best friend couldn't even look me in the eye and yell at me, he was too angry. We stood there for several seconds. Finally -
"Mum and Dad are in the dining room."
I nodded, and deliberately walked around them, afraid of what they would do if I came too close.
~*~
Ginny's POV
After lying on my bed for nearly an hour contemplating things, I decided to take a shower to clear my head. Soaking in the water didn't help much with my present predicament, but it sure felt good.
I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around myself. I unlocked the door, and walked back to my room, figuring it was just my family, who cared. Then, I passed Ron's room, and saw some socks dangling out of a drawer. The temptation was just too much. I entered the room, shaking out my hair and getting water droplets all over everything. I was about to nab the socks, when -
Harry came in. I saw his mouth partially open, and I felt his eyes traveling over my body. He stared at me in shock.
"Oh, hi, Harry," I said, trying to remain cool. Why is he here? No one told me he was coming!
"I…it…so…I…er…" Harry stammered.
Good God, I've shocked him so much he's speechless.
"What's up?" I asked.
Harry continued to stammer, and blushed. I felt myself beginning to blush as well.
~*~
Harry's POV
Oh. My. Freakin'. God.
Ginny was standing in front of me in a towel. A towel. She didn't even seem affected by the fact that I was standing in front of her, gaping.
Hey, look! Ginny's cheeks aren't the only part of her that blush! A little voice in my head said, which made me blush even more profusely.
"I…er…it…I'm just going to…you know…go," I stammered out, feeling like an idiot.
She looked embarrassed as well. "Oh, no, Harry, I was just leaving," she said, turning a bright crimson. She stepped towards me, and I started to turn when she tripped over and came crashing into me.
~*~
Ginny's POV
I was lying on top of Harry Potter. On top of him. And all I was wearing was a towel. A towel that was slipping down quickly.
Oh my gosh, how did I get into this mess? I thought, helplessly. I can't get involved with him, I can't…but, oh, this feels so good; we should do this more often.
I came very close to slapping myself on the forehead. "Erm…" I said, blushing, "I should…I mean, I ought to…"
I felt myself molding into his strong arms. Oh, no, this is not happening; it can't be happening. This isn't the right time; it isn't convenient, I'm not ready…
But I forgot all of that as I took a deep breath, and smelled the Harry-ish smell I had missed for so long. I don't know where this would have gone if someone hadn't barged in right then.
~*~
Ron's POV
I walk into the room, and what do I see? My ex best friend, on the floor, with my sister practically starkers on top of him! I looked at them in complete disgust.
"Potter!" I yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ginny flew up immediately, holding the towel, and she started to yell about something. I didn't listen. I was momentarily distracted thinking When did she get those?
"Ron, are you listening to me?" she asked, angrily.
I shook my head, went to my closet, and pulled out a tee shirt. I was a lot taller than her, so it should have covered up everything Potter shouldn't be seeing.
"Put this on," I said, "Then we'll talk." There was no way I was letting Potter check my little sister any longer.
She just stood there in front of me. "Well, put it on!" I told her.
"Turn around!" she exclaimed.
"Good grief, Ginny, I took baths with you!"
"That was when I was three!" she shot back.
"So?" I asked.
She sighed, sounding very exasperated with me, often like Hermione does. Oh, no, mate. Do not get on that subject.
"So, a lot's changed!" she exclaimed, "Turn around."
I sighed, and turned around, tapping my foot. Then I realized Harry was still looking at her. Whipping back around, I said in a deadly whisper to him, "If you don't quit gaping at my little sister, I am going to punch you so goddamn hard, you'll wish you were never born. You're already such in such deep shit, that I doubt you need that."
Disclaimer: We're not J.K. Rowling, we don't own the characters, we just make them endure highly embarrassing situations. Please ask us if you'd like to use one of our ideas.
Revenge of the Bunnies
Chapter Seven - Lying on the floor with him…In a towel??? ( Bexie)
Harry's POV
I stared at the place where Ginny had been standing, blankly. She had been gone in an instant, Bill had dragged her out of the room, and caught the Knight Bus, I supposed. But all that mattered was that she was gone, and I was in deep shit.
I fully expected every member of her family to show up on my doorstep and clobber me in a few hours. I knew they thought they had a reason to. In fact, I'd probably be dead in a few hours, especially after Fred and George got to me.
I should start writing out a will, I thought, realizing the actuality of the statement that was meant as a joke.
I suppose a lot of people would think what I did was strange. Taking my ex girlfriend in, letting her stay in my house, and all that. But this was definitely a unique situation.
When Ginny showed up, I felt - oh, I don't know what I felt. She looked…so beautiful…and so perfect…just like she always looked. I loved the way her hair fell round her face in ringlets, and her eyes glowed when she spoke. I loved the way the looked at me. I loved everything about her. When I woke up and found her in bed with me, sure, I was amused, but I like the feeling of her tiny body curled up next to mine. It was like that was where we were meant to be.
I know I shouldn't have kissed her. It was over, I knew it, she knew it. But, I couldn't resist. I saw her standing there, and her lips looked so soft, and just like before, our bodies molded together as I bent down over her. But I knew we couldn't all along. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be.
I know Ginny was worried for me when Bill started yelling at me. Hell, I was worried for me. Not because I knew Bill could hex me into next week, though he certainly could. I was upset because he'd think that I'd kidnap Ginny. I'd never do that. It really hurts, having accusations thrown in your face like that. You don't know until you've experienced it. When someone accuses you of practically being a Dark Wizard, hurting their family, not only are you hurt, you're angry. I could feel something snap in me as he said that. It took all my strength to fight back the part of me that was saying 'Hurt him.' Because I've got an evil side to my soul. Everyone does, really. The side that goes against your conscience, the side that reacts when someone hurts your feelings, the side that has performed every curse I've ever uttered. And, life is really about fighting back that evil side of our character. The point of life truly is to fight against your evil side, and strengthen your good.
And some people…some people give into their evil side. Some people…some people give up fighting…and some never even tried. They just let the evil take over, and before they know it, they're doing things they've never thought of. Things they never ever believed they would do.
Suddenly, there was a tap on my window, startling me out of my thoughts. Pig was there, tapping on the window (again). I wondered what more Ron could possibly have to say to me.
I untied the letter from Pig's leg, and he hooted happily, back to his normal self, I suppose. It read:
Potter -
Mum and Dad want to give you a chance to "explain" yourself, and tell them what's going on. Ginny's still completely Confounded. I can't believe you would do something like that. And I called you my friend?! Fuck that. Mum and Dad want to give you a second chance, so I'm supposed to include this Port Key, though I'd rather never see you again. I can't believe you'd do something as idiotic as try and kidnap my little sister! Damn you! Everyone thinks you've done it, don't worry. Even Mum and Dad, though they deny it publicly. Bill seems to be wavering a little - fuck! Why am I telling you this shit? Take the Port Key at 9:11 tomorrow morning. Don't have a pleasant day. I'm not looking forward to seeing you.
- R
I groaned. Could this situation get any worse? My best friend hated me, I had just put a move on my ex girlfriend, and their family was going to kill me or seriously injure me. Nah, couldn't get much worse than that. I picked up the Port Key, a small knife. I grimaced. Probably the knife that was going to chop me into little pieces later.
Sighing, I lay back on my bed, and continued to think. I missed the feel of Ginny next to me. Even if it had only been for one night, it had been one of the best nights of my life.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against my pillows. Slowly, lost in thoughts, I drifted off to sleep…
~*~
Ginny's POV
I was so embarrassed when Bill dragged me out of the room like a child. Of course, he thinks that that's what I am. Little girl. Baby. I knew I shouldn't have gone, but guess what - I did. And, I was hoping that that might have proved a point to my family.
But apparently not.
The moment I entered the house, Mum rushed to me, sobbing. I mean, it was only one night.
"Oh, Ginny, I was so worried, what happened, who took you, are you alright, darling?" she asked. I stifled a groan.
"No one took me, I went on my own," I voiced, trying to make a point.
"Confounded," Bill explained with a word.
"I'M - NOT - CONFOUNDED!!" I yelled, "I'm telling you, I left on my own!"
"Nonsense, Ginny, you'd never do a thing like that," said my father, smiling down at me. I groaned. Obviously nothing had changed.
"Where was she, Bill?" asked Mum, while fussing over me.
Bill's face looked set. "It seems," he said, grimly, "that for some reason or another, Harry Potter kidnapped our little sister."
Mum's hand flew to her mouth. "No!" she said, "Harry?"
"Yeah," said Bill, nodding.
"Oh, I can't believe this," said Mum, sitting down.
Ron muttered some inappropriate language under his breath, and I glared at him.
"Listen," I said. No one paid me any mind, they were all muttering. "Listen to me!" I said, louder. Again, no one even seemed to hear. I was really getting frustrated. "GODDAMMIT, SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!" I yelled.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock.
"Listen," I said, "I am not Confounded. I ran away from home. I went to - "
"Shh," said Mum, patting my back, "You're just confused, dear, lie down. It's ok, it'll be fine."
I slapped her hand away. "I don't want you to comfort me!" I snapped.
"What do you want, Gin?" asked George.
I stopped. This was the first direct question anyone had asked me. "I…I want…" I said in a small voice.
"She wants to go to bed, there, there," said Charlie, getting ready to carry me up the stairs.
"NO!" I said, "I want you all to look at me, and tell me what you see."
"What do you mean?" asked Ron, "We see you. We see Ginny."
"Bull," I said.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ron.
"I mean bull!" I said, staring him straight in the eye, "You don't even know who I am."
~*~
Harry's POV
I stood in my room, looking at the Port Key on the table. Did I really want to go? It was almost like walking into certain death. Yet, if I went, I would see…Ginny. And that was certainly something I wanted.
I supposed I'd have to face up to it, sooner or later. Looking at my watching, I put my finger on the knife and closed my other hand firmly around the handle of my trunk.
I felt myself being transported, and the next moment, I found myself in the Burrow, still gripping the knife with a death grip.
Fred gave me a cool stare when I appeared. I saw George's hands ball into fists, and Ron turned away from me. That hurt. My best friend couldn't even look me in the eye and yell at me, he was too angry. We stood there for several seconds. Finally -
"Mum and Dad are in the dining room."
I nodded, and deliberately walked around them, afraid of what they would do if I came too close.
~*~
Ginny's POV
After lying on my bed for nearly an hour contemplating things, I decided to take a shower to clear my head. Soaking in the water didn't help much with my present predicament, but it sure felt good.
I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around myself. I unlocked the door, and walked back to my room, figuring it was just my family, who cared. Then, I passed Ron's room, and saw some socks dangling out of a drawer. The temptation was just too much. I entered the room, shaking out my hair and getting water droplets all over everything. I was about to nab the socks, when -
Harry came in. I saw his mouth partially open, and I felt his eyes traveling over my body. He stared at me in shock.
"Oh, hi, Harry," I said, trying to remain cool. Why is he here? No one told me he was coming!
"I…it…so…I…er…" Harry stammered.
Good God, I've shocked him so much he's speechless.
"What's up?" I asked.
Harry continued to stammer, and blushed. I felt myself beginning to blush as well.
~*~
Harry's POV
Oh. My. Freakin'. God.
Ginny was standing in front of me in a towel. A towel. She didn't even seem affected by the fact that I was standing in front of her, gaping.
Hey, look! Ginny's cheeks aren't the only part of her that blush! A little voice in my head said, which made me blush even more profusely.
"I…er…it…I'm just going to…you know…go," I stammered out, feeling like an idiot.
She looked embarrassed as well. "Oh, no, Harry, I was just leaving," she said, turning a bright crimson. She stepped towards me, and I started to turn when she tripped over and came crashing into me.
~*~
Ginny's POV
I was lying on top of Harry Potter. On top of him. And all I was wearing was a towel. A towel that was slipping down quickly.
Oh my gosh, how did I get into this mess? I thought, helplessly. I can't get involved with him, I can't…but, oh, this feels so good; we should do this more often.
I came very close to slapping myself on the forehead. "Erm…" I said, blushing, "I should…I mean, I ought to…"
I felt myself molding into his strong arms. Oh, no, this is not happening; it can't be happening. This isn't the right time; it isn't convenient, I'm not ready…
But I forgot all of that as I took a deep breath, and smelled the Harry-ish smell I had missed for so long. I don't know where this would have gone if someone hadn't barged in right then.
~*~
Ron's POV
I walk into the room, and what do I see? My ex best friend, on the floor, with my sister practically starkers on top of him! I looked at them in complete disgust.
"Potter!" I yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ginny flew up immediately, holding the towel, and she started to yell about something. I didn't listen. I was momentarily distracted thinking When did she get those?
"Ron, are you listening to me?" she asked, angrily.
I shook my head, went to my closet, and pulled out a tee shirt. I was a lot taller than her, so it should have covered up everything Potter shouldn't be seeing.
"Put this on," I said, "Then we'll talk." There was no way I was letting Potter check my little sister any longer.
She just stood there in front of me. "Well, put it on!" I told her.
"Turn around!" she exclaimed.
"Good grief, Ginny, I took baths with you!"
"That was when I was three!" she shot back.
"So?" I asked.
She sighed, sounding very exasperated with me, often like Hermione does. Oh, no, mate. Do not get on that subject.
"So, a lot's changed!" she exclaimed, "Turn around."
I sighed, and turned around, tapping my foot. Then I realized Harry was still looking at her. Whipping back around, I said in a deadly whisper to him, "If you don't quit gaping at my little sister, I am going to punch you so goddamn hard, you'll wish you were never born. You're already such in such deep shit, that I doubt you need that."