Chapter Four: Ron Hears The Truth
Harry and Ginney walked into the Gryffindor common room and right up to Ron's chair.
"Ron, we need to talk," said Harry. Ron glanced quickly at Ginney, then back at Harry, question glowing brightly in his eyes. "Can we go upstairs?" said Harry. Ron nodded. "Ginney, maybe you better wait here…" Harry said softly. She nodded as well.
Harry and Ron trudged up the stairs to their dormitory. Once there, Harry shut the door gently, but firmly. Ron flopped onto his bed, swinging his feet over the edge, and looked up at Harry curiously. "What's this all about?" he asked, almost nervously. Harry sighed, pacing in front of him. He sighed, "I don't really know where to start…"
Ron looked puzzled, but didn't interrupt. "Well… Ginney and I… well… you see… well, she needed help with her homework…and… and…"
"…and…?"
"Well, I sortof…"
"Harry, just tell me!"
"I kissed her," he said quickly.
"You WHAT?"
Harry looked at the floor. "That's not all," he said quietly, "she's, well, she's my girlfriend now…"
Ron let out an exasperated breath while his mind tried to work out what had just been said. "Well. For your sake, I hope Fred and George don't find out," he said finally. Harry looked up, first surprise, then relief playing over his face. "…So, so you don't mind…?" he asked haltingly. Ron shrugged. "Not really," he said, "at least she wont stick her elbow in the butter whenever you come around the house now." Harry grinned.
Ron seemed to think for a moment. "…I would ask for details," he said, "about what kissing's like and all… but considering it was my sister, well, thinking about it just gives me the willies." Harry laughed a little, "I think it's supposed to be like that, Ron," he said. Ron nodded.