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Chapter Eight
Towels, Snogging, and Other Embarrissing Tidbits ( Shimmer)
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Ginny's POV
I pulled on Ron's thin Chudley Cannon's shirt, trying to figure out what happened.
What's Ron so upset about? I thought angrily, All I did was fall. Well I did sort of fall on Harry...but not on purpose! And I was sort of wearing a towel…Still it's none of his business...But it was in his room... I pulled myself out of my thoughts and back into the situation at hand.
I wrung my hair out all over his carpet, dripping water on top of Martin the Mad Muggle before turning around.
"It's, um, ok now," I said, still a little embarrassed. Harry quickly turned around causing Ron to scowl.
"Now what were you doing with her, Potter?" spat Ron. Usually he has the memory of a dead goldfish, but now he had to remember everything!
"I just fell!" I said quickly.
"Oh yeah, Gin, you just accidentally fell right on top of him and your mouth just fell on his?" said Ron disbelievingly, "Potter, answer me, what were you doing with her?"
Harry's green eyes clouded over. "She just fell, like she said! Dammit, Ron! What do you want from me?" Harry yelled, getting angrier with each syllable he uttered. Ron mouthed soundlessly, as though searching for the words.
"First you kidnapped her, then you Confund her, and then you make her do that! Seriously, Potter! What do you want me to say? Oh, go on, you crazed kidnapper, snog my sister who's just a baby?!" Ron yelled back. Then Dad of all people walked in.
"Keep it down you two!" But then he looked around at me in an old shirt of Ron's my hair soaking wet, Harry with a few very noticeable wet spots on his tee-shirt, and Ron with his face as red as his hair. " What has been going on?"
Harry spoke. "Ginny just fell down and Ron and I were helping her."
Then Ron said, "Just helping her Harry? How were you helping her by-" but I shot him a look of pure hatred and he stopped. Dad looked around the room once more and left muttering about headaches and ungrateful kids.
After Dad left, Ron rounded back on Harry, "So, what do you think your playing at?" Harry opened his mouth to reply but I grabbed his arm, pulled him out of Ron's room and into mine.
I shut the door and said, "Harry, I'm sorry! But do you see why I left now? I really didn't mean for that to happen and-"
"Gin, I know you didn't want that to happen," and then for the third time to today he kissed me. It was really starting to become a bad habit. I pulled away as I heard Ron pounding the door, making the bunnies on my wall cower in fear. Harry summed it up quite nicely, "Shit."
Then Ron burst through the door with his face red with a combination of anger and effort, he started to yell again.
But Harry just sighed and said, " Ron, I don't how to convince you. If you won't listen to a word I say, I'm sick of this."
And he walked out past Ron down the stairs, God, he was so hot when he was noble like that. Anyway, I followed suit, sailing right past Ron.
Harry walked down stairs, to the kitchen, where Mum and Dad were seated at the table. They looked up upon his entrance.
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Harry's POV
"Harry we need to talk to you about what happened with Ginny" said Mr Weasley seriously. I glanced over to where Ginny was trying unsuccessfully to hide behind a large potted plant. I didn't want to get her in trouble.
Mr Weasley sensing my discomfort said, "We're not mad at you or Ginny we just want to know what happened, alright?" So with another glance at Ginny who nodded at me from behind the plant, I launched into an explanation. I left out certain details of course.
When I finished both Mrs and Mr Weasley had an expression of shock on their faces.
"But, why on earth would our baby run away?" asked Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on an old flowered handkerchief.
I think that's when Ginny got mad, because she leapt up, abandoning her hiding place and flew down the stairs.
"That's just it Mum!" she cried, looking a bit frantic, " I'm not a baby anymore! I'm 14 years old, and you're still giving me dolls for Merlin's sake! Bill treats me like I'm an infant, and so does everyone else in this house! Well, I'm sorry, but I am not a baby!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she finished. I wanted to go over and put my arms around her, but I figured that it wouldn't have been the best time. Her parents were almost speechless.
"Ginny," began Mr Weasley," we had no idea that you felt that way. I guess we just never really noticed that you're...Well more grown up."
"Baby, we can paint your room if you like," said Mrs Weasley, whose eyes were watery, "How about purple?"
Ginny scowled, causing everyone to laugh and then she hugged her parents tightly.
I didn't feel like I should be intruding so I slipped out of the room and outside. Ron was leaning against an oak tree and when he saw me he looked away. My best friend was treating me as though I didn't exist. Was this day going to get any worse?
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Ron's POV
This is officially the worst day ever, I thought bitterly, Who does Potter think he is? He can't do that to her, she's only a baby. I'm going to kick his-
Then Harry walked by, controlling my urge to beat the dragon dung out of him I looked away. When he had passed, I stole a glance at him; his shoulders were slumped dejectedly. Serves him right! I thought, He should be sorry! I clenched my fists.
But then for some weird reason Hermione's voice popped into my head. "Really Ron, he's your best friend."
That's what she had said last time Harry and me had gotten into a huge row. I really missed Hermione; she always kept me in line. With out her I reckon I would have had more detentions than Fred and George. But she was off in China, probably surrounded by boys. All of the sudden I realized something, I was jealous of anyone who might be spending time with Hermione...I…I…I couldn't believe it. I fancied her. I had never thought of Hermione that way, she was always just Hermione, but now I started to wonder, did I like her better than just a friend? After a few more minutes, I realized –
I did.
Thanks for the reviews !We love you guys so much! I hope you like my chapter! Please tell Star ( In the name of Reading) to get a move on her chapter! She's taking forever! Siriusly! hehe. I'll leave you with this quote: " Of course lambs are scarier. I mean, I mean they would of called it 'Silence of the Ducks', if ducks were scarier."~ Chandler, Friends.
Disclaimer: Hmm, do we take over a year do turn out a new book? Do welook like were rolling around in money? More to the point, do we look like JKR? If you want to use any of our ideas please ask us.
Chapter Eight
Towels, Snogging, and Other Embarrissing Tidbits ( Shimmer)
~*~
Ginny's POV
I pulled on Ron's thin Chudley Cannon's shirt, trying to figure out what happened.
What's Ron so upset about? I thought angrily, All I did was fall. Well I did sort of fall on Harry...but not on purpose! And I was sort of wearing a towel…Still it's none of his business...But it was in his room... I pulled myself out of my thoughts and back into the situation at hand.
I wrung my hair out all over his carpet, dripping water on top of Martin the Mad Muggle before turning around.
"It's, um, ok now," I said, still a little embarrassed. Harry quickly turned around causing Ron to scowl.
"Now what were you doing with her, Potter?" spat Ron. Usually he has the memory of a dead goldfish, but now he had to remember everything!
"I just fell!" I said quickly.
"Oh yeah, Gin, you just accidentally fell right on top of him and your mouth just fell on his?" said Ron disbelievingly, "Potter, answer me, what were you doing with her?"
Harry's green eyes clouded over. "She just fell, like she said! Dammit, Ron! What do you want from me?" Harry yelled, getting angrier with each syllable he uttered. Ron mouthed soundlessly, as though searching for the words.
"First you kidnapped her, then you Confund her, and then you make her do that! Seriously, Potter! What do you want me to say? Oh, go on, you crazed kidnapper, snog my sister who's just a baby?!" Ron yelled back. Then Dad of all people walked in.
"Keep it down you two!" But then he looked around at me in an old shirt of Ron's my hair soaking wet, Harry with a few very noticeable wet spots on his tee-shirt, and Ron with his face as red as his hair. " What has been going on?"
Harry spoke. "Ginny just fell down and Ron and I were helping her."
Then Ron said, "Just helping her Harry? How were you helping her by-" but I shot him a look of pure hatred and he stopped. Dad looked around the room once more and left muttering about headaches and ungrateful kids.
After Dad left, Ron rounded back on Harry, "So, what do you think your playing at?" Harry opened his mouth to reply but I grabbed his arm, pulled him out of Ron's room and into mine.
I shut the door and said, "Harry, I'm sorry! But do you see why I left now? I really didn't mean for that to happen and-"
"Gin, I know you didn't want that to happen," and then for the third time to today he kissed me. It was really starting to become a bad habit. I pulled away as I heard Ron pounding the door, making the bunnies on my wall cower in fear. Harry summed it up quite nicely, "Shit."
Then Ron burst through the door with his face red with a combination of anger and effort, he started to yell again.
But Harry just sighed and said, " Ron, I don't how to convince you. If you won't listen to a word I say, I'm sick of this."
And he walked out past Ron down the stairs, God, he was so hot when he was noble like that. Anyway, I followed suit, sailing right past Ron.
Harry walked down stairs, to the kitchen, where Mum and Dad were seated at the table. They looked up upon his entrance.
~*~
Harry's POV
"Harry we need to talk to you about what happened with Ginny" said Mr Weasley seriously. I glanced over to where Ginny was trying unsuccessfully to hide behind a large potted plant. I didn't want to get her in trouble.
Mr Weasley sensing my discomfort said, "We're not mad at you or Ginny we just want to know what happened, alright?" So with another glance at Ginny who nodded at me from behind the plant, I launched into an explanation. I left out certain details of course.
When I finished both Mrs and Mr Weasley had an expression of shock on their faces.
"But, why on earth would our baby run away?" asked Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on an old flowered handkerchief.
I think that's when Ginny got mad, because she leapt up, abandoning her hiding place and flew down the stairs.
"That's just it Mum!" she cried, looking a bit frantic, " I'm not a baby anymore! I'm 14 years old, and you're still giving me dolls for Merlin's sake! Bill treats me like I'm an infant, and so does everyone else in this house! Well, I'm sorry, but I am not a baby!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she finished. I wanted to go over and put my arms around her, but I figured that it wouldn't have been the best time. Her parents were almost speechless.
"Ginny," began Mr Weasley," we had no idea that you felt that way. I guess we just never really noticed that you're...Well more grown up."
"Baby, we can paint your room if you like," said Mrs Weasley, whose eyes were watery, "How about purple?"
Ginny scowled, causing everyone to laugh and then she hugged her parents tightly.
I didn't feel like I should be intruding so I slipped out of the room and outside. Ron was leaning against an oak tree and when he saw me he looked away. My best friend was treating me as though I didn't exist. Was this day going to get any worse?
~*~
Ron's POV
This is officially the worst day ever, I thought bitterly, Who does Potter think he is? He can't do that to her, she's only a baby. I'm going to kick his-
Then Harry walked by, controlling my urge to beat the dragon dung out of him I looked away. When he had passed, I stole a glance at him; his shoulders were slumped dejectedly. Serves him right! I thought, He should be sorry! I clenched my fists.
But then for some weird reason Hermione's voice popped into my head. "Really Ron, he's your best friend."
That's what she had said last time Harry and me had gotten into a huge row. I really missed Hermione; she always kept me in line. With out her I reckon I would have had more detentions than Fred and George. But she was off in China, probably surrounded by boys. All of the sudden I realized something, I was jealous of anyone who might be spending time with Hermione...I…I…I couldn't believe it. I fancied her. I had never thought of Hermione that way, she was always just Hermione, but now I started to wonder, did I like her better than just a friend? After a few more minutes, I realized –
I did.