A/N: My apologies for being late with this chapter. I had to pick which way
I wanted my plot to go . hope you enjoy!
Every Day Is A Winding Road By Angelina Chapter 4: . But Don't Forget!
Harry peered out the window of his flat. It was a beautiful clear day, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.and yet Harry still felt glum.
He'd Owled Ginny every day for the past three days explaining his untimely departure. He hadn't received word back.
Apparently sweet letters weren't enough for women anymore these days.
Harry knew he had to do something more to win her forgiveness, but what that something more was, he did not know.
He couldn't go to Sirius. He was completely bogged down at the Ministry. There had been some sort of dark magic being used in the northern areas of Ireland and it was causing great disruption in the Ministry.
Harry had been informed that he was not needed in the case. Although he had a feeling it was because they wanted him to rest in case some serious dark magic was found elsewhere.
Remus was stuck at Hogwarts. He normally came down for regular visits, but he was so busy grading papers and getting back into the swing of things at the school that he just didn't have the time.
Harry thought long and hard about who else to go to with his predicament.
Not Ron . he would kill me .
Fred and George? No . they would make fun of me. Endless wedding jokes.
Charlie? Nope . honeymoon. He would also kill me.
Bill? More death on my part ..
Then, like a brick from the sky it hit him.
Hermione!!
Harry jolted up from his sitting position on his sofa and began to retrieve his coat.
Of course Hermione would know what to do! She was a woman after all. Besides, she knew Ginny better than anyone else did. She would help him.
*
Hermione was yet again bustling around her kitchen. Ron was gone for the rest of the afternoon on Ministry business. She didn't expect him home until later. She was looking forward to making some tea and curling up with a nice, relaxing book. She was heading towards the living room when there was a knock at the door. Curiously, Hermione set down her tea and went to the door.
"Harry! What a surprise, come on in!"
Harry walked in. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know I wanted to stop by . I just . is Ron home?"
Hermione frowned at him. "No. He's off doing Ministry things. What's wrong Harry? You look a bit . grim."
He shook his head and sank down on the sofa.
"You want some tea?"
He shook his head again.
"Do you want a book?"
He glared at her.
Hermione smiled and sat down beside him. "You want to talk?"
Harry quickly launched into his story about Ginny, their date, and of course, the Selenter incident with his meddling godfathers.
When he finished, he looked at her with a plea for help in his eyes. "What am I supposed to do if she refuses to talk to me?"
"Have you even tried to go and see her? Talk to her? Explain?"
Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. "What's the point if she won't even take a moment to respond to my owls? I need to do something that will show her I care."
At that precise moment the door of the flat flew open. Ron stood in the doorway with a look of fury on his face.
"Ron ." Hermione warned.
Ron growled, his eyes staring daggers at Harry.
"Harry needed to talk to me about Ginny."
That got Ron's attention. His head snapped up in surprise. Then, he regained his angry stare at Harry. "What would there be to talk about since he already ran off on her?!"
"I didn't run off you twit . well, I DID but ."
"But ." Ron growled stepping towards Harry menacingly.
"But.I knew Sirius and Remus were spying on me. I care for your sister Ron. I want our time together to be special. Now, she won't even hear me out and I came to Hermione asking what to do. I'm asking you not to make this harder than it already is."
"Why should I even consider that?!"
"7th year. Need I say more?."
**
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. It was pitch black in his dorm at school and he could not get to sleep. Everything that was to happen in the next two months was weighing heavily on his mind. He grumbled and gave in to his restlessness as he sat up. He pulled back the bed curtains and opened the door to go down to the common room and think by the fire for awhile.
Too bad he didn't notice the empty bed beside his.
He padded down the stairs, his mind elsewhere when he saw something that made him almost fall face first onto the floor.
Hermione and Ron were on one of the comfy chairs in the common room.
One of the comfy chairs in the common room made for ONE person . and Hermione and Ron were on the chair together. Kissing. Passionately.
Harry's jaw dropped and a small squeak came from his mouth.
It was enough.
Ron and Hermione jolted apart and frantically looked around for the source of the noise. Then, they saw Harry gaping at them.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "What are you doing here?!"
Harry emitted another squeak.
"Harry . we are so . sorry . RON!"
"Yeah . yeah . sorry." Ron was in a world of his own that consisted entirely of Hermione's mouth. Well, that and other things.
"You .. You .. You .." Harry sputtered.
"We're .?"
"TOGETHER?!" He yelped.
"SHHHHH!!!" the couple shushed him.
"Yes!" Hermione whispered. "We just realized it ourselves.we truly are sorry that we didn't tell you sooner. It's just . with times getting harder, we finally just needed to admit this to ourselves."
Harry nodded. If there was one thing he understood, it was the need for love in this time of war.
"Are you . alright?" She asked cautiously.
"Bed .."
Harry slowly walked back up the stairs to his bedroom. When Hermione safely heard the door closed she turned to face Ron who grinned at her.
"I've never heard Harry so incoherent before in my life" She said with wonder.
"No more Harry ." Ron pulled her towards him.
"Ron! You should care about your best friend more than that! I read once in .."
**
"Oh . yeah" Ron mumbled after remembering the story.
"Yeah. So you owe me all right? Now can we please focus? I would miss her a lot."
"Harry! I've just thought of something!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Mind telling me?"
"Here's what you'll do ."
*
Ginny was sitting in a small café in Hogsmeade during her break from work. Her eyes were glued to a book called The Changing Faces of Dragons that Charlie had given her the Christmas before. Though she would never want to go into the field, she was fascinated with the world of dragons.
She looked up from her book to look at the clock on the wall behind the counter. It was almost 8:00 in the evening! She quickly closed her book, gathered her things and left the café.
She walked home trying to enjoy the brisk air but all she could think of was Harry. He had sent her several notes in the past few days. Trying to explain why he couldn't be with her, she was sure. She never bothered to read them. She knew what they would say, and she was hurt enough with his leaving. She didn't need his excuses.
She walked onto the porch of her house and took out her key. She unlocked the door, opened it.and gasped.
When she'd opened the door a breeze of rose petals and gone through the air. There were rose petals all over her floor. She delicately stepped into the room and closed the door and looked around her with awe.
There were petals covering every inch of her floor! She walked into her bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen to find the same thing there. She searched her house for an explanation, but couldn't find one anywhere. Until . she happened to look outside her sliding glass door to the garden. Sitting on the bench where she and Harry had sat right before they had kissed, were two dozen red roses with a small note attached.
Ginny raced outside and with her heart pounding opened the note.
There aren't enough roses in the world to show you how special you are to me. If I never see you again, I'll always cherish the moment we had on this bench. Love, Harry
Ginny put her hand to her mouth as a tear rolled down her cheek. He did want to be with her! She suddenly realized how stupid it had been of her to have not read his letters! She raced inside and into her bedroom where she pulled open a drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out the letters and frantically began to read them one by one.
*
From Harry's vintage point crouched behind a large bush several feet from Ginny's garden, he turned to Hermione and Ron, who had both assisted his mission.
"Well?" He asked.
Hermione smiled serenely. "You're forgiven"
Every Day Is A Winding Road By Angelina Chapter 4: . But Don't Forget!
Harry peered out the window of his flat. It was a beautiful clear day, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.and yet Harry still felt glum.
He'd Owled Ginny every day for the past three days explaining his untimely departure. He hadn't received word back.
Apparently sweet letters weren't enough for women anymore these days.
Harry knew he had to do something more to win her forgiveness, but what that something more was, he did not know.
He couldn't go to Sirius. He was completely bogged down at the Ministry. There had been some sort of dark magic being used in the northern areas of Ireland and it was causing great disruption in the Ministry.
Harry had been informed that he was not needed in the case. Although he had a feeling it was because they wanted him to rest in case some serious dark magic was found elsewhere.
Remus was stuck at Hogwarts. He normally came down for regular visits, but he was so busy grading papers and getting back into the swing of things at the school that he just didn't have the time.
Harry thought long and hard about who else to go to with his predicament.
Not Ron . he would kill me .
Fred and George? No . they would make fun of me. Endless wedding jokes.
Charlie? Nope . honeymoon. He would also kill me.
Bill? More death on my part ..
Then, like a brick from the sky it hit him.
Hermione!!
Harry jolted up from his sitting position on his sofa and began to retrieve his coat.
Of course Hermione would know what to do! She was a woman after all. Besides, she knew Ginny better than anyone else did. She would help him.
*
Hermione was yet again bustling around her kitchen. Ron was gone for the rest of the afternoon on Ministry business. She didn't expect him home until later. She was looking forward to making some tea and curling up with a nice, relaxing book. She was heading towards the living room when there was a knock at the door. Curiously, Hermione set down her tea and went to the door.
"Harry! What a surprise, come on in!"
Harry walked in. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know I wanted to stop by . I just . is Ron home?"
Hermione frowned at him. "No. He's off doing Ministry things. What's wrong Harry? You look a bit . grim."
He shook his head and sank down on the sofa.
"You want some tea?"
He shook his head again.
"Do you want a book?"
He glared at her.
Hermione smiled and sat down beside him. "You want to talk?"
Harry quickly launched into his story about Ginny, their date, and of course, the Selenter incident with his meddling godfathers.
When he finished, he looked at her with a plea for help in his eyes. "What am I supposed to do if she refuses to talk to me?"
"Have you even tried to go and see her? Talk to her? Explain?"
Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. "What's the point if she won't even take a moment to respond to my owls? I need to do something that will show her I care."
At that precise moment the door of the flat flew open. Ron stood in the doorway with a look of fury on his face.
"Ron ." Hermione warned.
Ron growled, his eyes staring daggers at Harry.
"Harry needed to talk to me about Ginny."
That got Ron's attention. His head snapped up in surprise. Then, he regained his angry stare at Harry. "What would there be to talk about since he already ran off on her?!"
"I didn't run off you twit . well, I DID but ."
"But ." Ron growled stepping towards Harry menacingly.
"But.I knew Sirius and Remus were spying on me. I care for your sister Ron. I want our time together to be special. Now, she won't even hear me out and I came to Hermione asking what to do. I'm asking you not to make this harder than it already is."
"Why should I even consider that?!"
"7th year. Need I say more?."
**
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. It was pitch black in his dorm at school and he could not get to sleep. Everything that was to happen in the next two months was weighing heavily on his mind. He grumbled and gave in to his restlessness as he sat up. He pulled back the bed curtains and opened the door to go down to the common room and think by the fire for awhile.
Too bad he didn't notice the empty bed beside his.
He padded down the stairs, his mind elsewhere when he saw something that made him almost fall face first onto the floor.
Hermione and Ron were on one of the comfy chairs in the common room.
One of the comfy chairs in the common room made for ONE person . and Hermione and Ron were on the chair together. Kissing. Passionately.
Harry's jaw dropped and a small squeak came from his mouth.
It was enough.
Ron and Hermione jolted apart and frantically looked around for the source of the noise. Then, they saw Harry gaping at them.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "What are you doing here?!"
Harry emitted another squeak.
"Harry . we are so . sorry . RON!"
"Yeah . yeah . sorry." Ron was in a world of his own that consisted entirely of Hermione's mouth. Well, that and other things.
"You .. You .. You .." Harry sputtered.
"We're .?"
"TOGETHER?!" He yelped.
"SHHHHH!!!" the couple shushed him.
"Yes!" Hermione whispered. "We just realized it ourselves.we truly are sorry that we didn't tell you sooner. It's just . with times getting harder, we finally just needed to admit this to ourselves."
Harry nodded. If there was one thing he understood, it was the need for love in this time of war.
"Are you . alright?" She asked cautiously.
"Bed .."
Harry slowly walked back up the stairs to his bedroom. When Hermione safely heard the door closed she turned to face Ron who grinned at her.
"I've never heard Harry so incoherent before in my life" She said with wonder.
"No more Harry ." Ron pulled her towards him.
"Ron! You should care about your best friend more than that! I read once in .."
**
"Oh . yeah" Ron mumbled after remembering the story.
"Yeah. So you owe me all right? Now can we please focus? I would miss her a lot."
"Harry! I've just thought of something!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Mind telling me?"
"Here's what you'll do ."
*
Ginny was sitting in a small café in Hogsmeade during her break from work. Her eyes were glued to a book called The Changing Faces of Dragons that Charlie had given her the Christmas before. Though she would never want to go into the field, she was fascinated with the world of dragons.
She looked up from her book to look at the clock on the wall behind the counter. It was almost 8:00 in the evening! She quickly closed her book, gathered her things and left the café.
She walked home trying to enjoy the brisk air but all she could think of was Harry. He had sent her several notes in the past few days. Trying to explain why he couldn't be with her, she was sure. She never bothered to read them. She knew what they would say, and she was hurt enough with his leaving. She didn't need his excuses.
She walked onto the porch of her house and took out her key. She unlocked the door, opened it.and gasped.
When she'd opened the door a breeze of rose petals and gone through the air. There were rose petals all over her floor. She delicately stepped into the room and closed the door and looked around her with awe.
There were petals covering every inch of her floor! She walked into her bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen to find the same thing there. She searched her house for an explanation, but couldn't find one anywhere. Until . she happened to look outside her sliding glass door to the garden. Sitting on the bench where she and Harry had sat right before they had kissed, were two dozen red roses with a small note attached.
Ginny raced outside and with her heart pounding opened the note.
There aren't enough roses in the world to show you how special you are to me. If I never see you again, I'll always cherish the moment we had on this bench. Love, Harry
Ginny put her hand to her mouth as a tear rolled down her cheek. He did want to be with her! She suddenly realized how stupid it had been of her to have not read his letters! She raced inside and into her bedroom where she pulled open a drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out the letters and frantically began to read them one by one.
*
From Harry's vintage point crouched behind a large bush several feet from Ginny's garden, he turned to Hermione and Ron, who had both assisted his mission.
"Well?" He asked.
Hermione smiled serenely. "You're forgiven"