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"Guess who!" a pair of soft hands covered Ginny's eyes as she sat on her bed. Her back was facing the door so she did not get a glimpse of her 'intruder'.
But there was only one person who had soft hands and a cheerful lady's voice.
"Hermione!" Ginny turned to give her friend a hug.
"Surprised?" Hermione asked smiling at the young witch.
"Sure am," Ginny smiled back. But she saw that Hermione had a look of confusion and was not looking at her but behind her. "What is it?"
"Ginny!" she exclaimed rather happily. "You have a Carbuncle?" she asked quite impressed. Ginny turned to look at Carbuncle who was looking at the two witches with interest.
"So?" she wasn't surprised that Hermione knew about the creature. She may have read it from somewhere Ginny couldn't even fathom.
"They are a rare breed," Hermione explained. "One in every few generations. They also have magical properties unknown to man. There are not much pictures about it but the general description is the same. Did you know that the ruby on a Carbuncle's forehead brings good luck?" Ginny did not know that. Looking at the cute creature, Ginny noticed that she was looking rather proud, wagging her tail like that.
"Anyway, Carbuncle?" she took the creature in her arms and then turned to her friend. "This is my friend Hermione. Hermione, this is Carbuncle."
"Hello," Hermione smiled as she held out her hand. Carbuncle tentatively sniffed her hand and after proving she was safe, licked it.
"Isn't she cute?" Ginny asked.
"Very," Hermione smiled. "So, how did you get her?"
"It all started when I decided I wanted to give Harry a gift," Ginny started her story.
* * * *
"Why doesn't that woman carry her own stuff?" Ron asked as he struggled up the stairs with Hermione's trunk. Harry was on the other end struggling the same as Ron. "Really, what does she have here? Gold bullions?"
"At least you're on the safe side," Harry grunted as he lifted the trunk. He was wearing jeans and a tank top. His firm muscles strained upon the heavy trunk. "If you let go, I'd be flatter than a cd."
"A what?" Ron asked confused.
"Never mind," Harry grunted as they finally lifted the trunk to the top steps. "Remind me Ron, when she tries to ask us to lift this again, let's hide."
"Bloody right, mate," Ron said as he removed his shirt. He didn't have anything beneath it except his slim muscles. Because of Quidditch training, both boys were fit. Not too large and not too small. If Goldilocks were there she'd take them both. But both weren't interested in blondes, not that most of them were pretty.
"Let's get this in before she makes us do more work," Harry said. Tossing his shirt aside, Ron lifted the chest and headed for Ginny's room.
"Ginny, we're coming in," Ron said as he entered his sister's room.
"What took you so." Hermione paused in mid-sentence as she gazed upon Ron. Her jaw dropped as she examined every part of Ron's upper body. She never noticed that he was. well. gorgeous. She blushed as she thought this. What was she thinking! Here in front of her was her FRIEND. Who happens to have such a deli. STOP! She couldn't think straight.
"Are you okay 'Mione?" Ron asked. But Hermione didn't answer.
"What's the matter?" Ginny giggled as she looked at the witch. Her brother sure did make an impression. "Cat got your." she did not have time to finish for Harry came inside soaking wet with perspiration.
"I think that's all of it?" Harry said. Ginny licked her lips as she saw him. The thin fabric of his tank top did not hide his beautiful body. It only made him sexier, if that was possible. Now her expression matched Hermione's. It had been a staring contest between the two witches as if trying to see who could melt the boy she was staring first. This could last for hours.
"Ginny cute!" Carbuncle's voice broke their trance and the witches were grateful. Ginny herself could never tear her eyes away otherwise.
"You girls okay?" Harry asked. Inwardly, he agreed with Carbuncle. Ginny was cute when she blushed. But he did not know what reasons made her do it.
"I. . . I'm fine," Ginny stuttered suddenly became very thirsty. Harry smiled thinking it was nothing and left the room.
"What's with the face?" Ron asked Hermione. Hearing his voice, she suddenly looked at his face.
"What?"
"Honestly, 'Mione. You act like you never seen me topless before," Ron smirked as he purposely stretched his muscles to get her attention. "Haven't you seen a human body before?"
"Don't flatter yourself," she glared at him, already sobering. "I have seen such specimens before." /Not as well defined as yours/ Hermione added in thought.
"I knew it!" Ron said in triumph. "You've been in the men's bath."
"Grow up," Hermione threw a pillow at Ron who merely ducked and escaped a potential war.
"Why not just admit it?" Ginny teased her friend as she closed the door.
"Admit what?" Hermione held her head in defiance. She would deny it even if the world would crumble tomorrow.
"Ginny friend likes Ginny brother!" Carbuncle happily exclaimed. Ginny laughed out loud at her little friend's remark. Hermione looked scandalized and was looking at the creature in disbelief.
"See? Even Carbuncle saw through that," Ginny smiled as she sat beside Hermione. "Carbuncle just knew you and after seeing you and my brother she already had a conclusion on her own."
"I do NOT have feelings for Ron!" Hermione exclaimed and started unpacking. Ginny looked at Carbuncle who had mirth in her eyes and sighed. She needed to get the two together or she'll lose her mind.
-Later that night-
"Where's mum?" Ginny asked as she bounded down the stairs with Carbuncle in her arms. Hermione followed noticing that the house was lacking a few people.
"Well," Ron said as he set the table. Harry was helping him and placed five plates on the table. "She and Dad had to visit Charlie. He had a nasty burn from one of his dragons. Naturally they were worried. And before you should ask. She took Fred and George with them. She won't trust them to be alone in the house. Percy's at work as usual. He told us not to expect him till morning."
"She trusted you?" Hermione looked at Ron with calculating eyes.
"Actually she trusts YOU," Harry said as he smiled at the girls. "Something she said about keeping the boys in line." Ginny laughed. Of course she would trust the girls. She knew pretty well what kind of mischief men get themselves into.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked looking hurt. But everyone laughed, lightening the mood.
"Well then, let's eat!" Ginny said and placed Carbuncle on the table. The little creature walked to the empty plate near Harry where a few pieces of greens lay waiting for her.
As they ate they talked. Harry showed Hermione his watch. She looked at Ginny noticing a blush and smiled. They talked for quite a bit. About quidditch, school, a little about the shopkeeper and the topic suddenly rested on the Yule ball.
"It would be bloody great if we have one this year," Ron sighed as he took the dishes away.
"Who would you take?" Harry asked slyly. Ginny smiled and looked at the other witch who was looking away o hid her embarrassment.
"I don't know," Ron sounded sincere which was like stabbing a knife in a certain brunette.
"Who would go with you anyway?" Hermione said defiantly. "You're not romantic enough for anyone to like?"
"What do you know about romance?" Ron said curtly. "It's nothing to read about you have to actually experience it. When was the last time YOU had a romantic encounter that didn't involve books an Bulgarians?"
Ouch, Harry and Ginny cringed. There they go again. But this time the gloves are off. And the belt line was. . . how do you say. . . diminished? This could lead into something nasty if not controlled.
However, neither one of them wanted to break the fight. It would be like running through a minefield, which by Harry's opinion was safer.
"Why are you bringing HIM up again?" Hermione shouted.
"Who's bringing who into it anyway?" Ron asked.
This must stop, Ginny thought worriedly. But how?
Suddenly a green blur shot from the table and stopped in front of Hermione. Looking down, Hermione saw Carbuncle looking expectantly at her with her tail wagging. Suddenly all of Hermione's anger vanished and she picked the little creature in her arms and went upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Ginny asked Harry who merely shrugged. They turned to Ron for an answer but he was not there and the door leading outside was open. The two sighed their confusions separated, searching for their friends.
Ron was sitting beneath a tree that faced his home. His mind was in turmoil every time his emotions were heightened. Now a moral dilemma stuck in his mind.
"Am I not romantic enough Harry?" he asked. Harry looked at his friend with sad eyes and Ron knew the answer.
"Tell me Ron, when did you do something REALLY romantic before?" he asked. When Ron didn't answer her knew he had made his point.
"I can be romantic," he defended but it was no use. He needed to prove it to the one person who could be as stubborn as he was. But how?
"Can I be of any assistance?" a familiar voice asked. Harry and Ron looked into the shadow to see a tall figure with his braid swaying with the wind and a pair of violet eyes smiling at them
end of 5
A/N that phrase from last chapter was Latin. I don't know what the translation per se but I think it was "Arise from your sleep". Got you thinking eh?
"Guess who!" a pair of soft hands covered Ginny's eyes as she sat on her bed. Her back was facing the door so she did not get a glimpse of her 'intruder'.
But there was only one person who had soft hands and a cheerful lady's voice.
"Hermione!" Ginny turned to give her friend a hug.
"Surprised?" Hermione asked smiling at the young witch.
"Sure am," Ginny smiled back. But she saw that Hermione had a look of confusion and was not looking at her but behind her. "What is it?"
"Ginny!" she exclaimed rather happily. "You have a Carbuncle?" she asked quite impressed. Ginny turned to look at Carbuncle who was looking at the two witches with interest.
"So?" she wasn't surprised that Hermione knew about the creature. She may have read it from somewhere Ginny couldn't even fathom.
"They are a rare breed," Hermione explained. "One in every few generations. They also have magical properties unknown to man. There are not much pictures about it but the general description is the same. Did you know that the ruby on a Carbuncle's forehead brings good luck?" Ginny did not know that. Looking at the cute creature, Ginny noticed that she was looking rather proud, wagging her tail like that.
"Anyway, Carbuncle?" she took the creature in her arms and then turned to her friend. "This is my friend Hermione. Hermione, this is Carbuncle."
"Hello," Hermione smiled as she held out her hand. Carbuncle tentatively sniffed her hand and after proving she was safe, licked it.
"Isn't she cute?" Ginny asked.
"Very," Hermione smiled. "So, how did you get her?"
"It all started when I decided I wanted to give Harry a gift," Ginny started her story.
* * * *
"Why doesn't that woman carry her own stuff?" Ron asked as he struggled up the stairs with Hermione's trunk. Harry was on the other end struggling the same as Ron. "Really, what does she have here? Gold bullions?"
"At least you're on the safe side," Harry grunted as he lifted the trunk. He was wearing jeans and a tank top. His firm muscles strained upon the heavy trunk. "If you let go, I'd be flatter than a cd."
"A what?" Ron asked confused.
"Never mind," Harry grunted as they finally lifted the trunk to the top steps. "Remind me Ron, when she tries to ask us to lift this again, let's hide."
"Bloody right, mate," Ron said as he removed his shirt. He didn't have anything beneath it except his slim muscles. Because of Quidditch training, both boys were fit. Not too large and not too small. If Goldilocks were there she'd take them both. But both weren't interested in blondes, not that most of them were pretty.
"Let's get this in before she makes us do more work," Harry said. Tossing his shirt aside, Ron lifted the chest and headed for Ginny's room.
"Ginny, we're coming in," Ron said as he entered his sister's room.
"What took you so." Hermione paused in mid-sentence as she gazed upon Ron. Her jaw dropped as she examined every part of Ron's upper body. She never noticed that he was. well. gorgeous. She blushed as she thought this. What was she thinking! Here in front of her was her FRIEND. Who happens to have such a deli. STOP! She couldn't think straight.
"Are you okay 'Mione?" Ron asked. But Hermione didn't answer.
"What's the matter?" Ginny giggled as she looked at the witch. Her brother sure did make an impression. "Cat got your." she did not have time to finish for Harry came inside soaking wet with perspiration.
"I think that's all of it?" Harry said. Ginny licked her lips as she saw him. The thin fabric of his tank top did not hide his beautiful body. It only made him sexier, if that was possible. Now her expression matched Hermione's. It had been a staring contest between the two witches as if trying to see who could melt the boy she was staring first. This could last for hours.
"Ginny cute!" Carbuncle's voice broke their trance and the witches were grateful. Ginny herself could never tear her eyes away otherwise.
"You girls okay?" Harry asked. Inwardly, he agreed with Carbuncle. Ginny was cute when she blushed. But he did not know what reasons made her do it.
"I. . . I'm fine," Ginny stuttered suddenly became very thirsty. Harry smiled thinking it was nothing and left the room.
"What's with the face?" Ron asked Hermione. Hearing his voice, she suddenly looked at his face.
"What?"
"Honestly, 'Mione. You act like you never seen me topless before," Ron smirked as he purposely stretched his muscles to get her attention. "Haven't you seen a human body before?"
"Don't flatter yourself," she glared at him, already sobering. "I have seen such specimens before." /Not as well defined as yours/ Hermione added in thought.
"I knew it!" Ron said in triumph. "You've been in the men's bath."
"Grow up," Hermione threw a pillow at Ron who merely ducked and escaped a potential war.
"Why not just admit it?" Ginny teased her friend as she closed the door.
"Admit what?" Hermione held her head in defiance. She would deny it even if the world would crumble tomorrow.
"Ginny friend likes Ginny brother!" Carbuncle happily exclaimed. Ginny laughed out loud at her little friend's remark. Hermione looked scandalized and was looking at the creature in disbelief.
"See? Even Carbuncle saw through that," Ginny smiled as she sat beside Hermione. "Carbuncle just knew you and after seeing you and my brother she already had a conclusion on her own."
"I do NOT have feelings for Ron!" Hermione exclaimed and started unpacking. Ginny looked at Carbuncle who had mirth in her eyes and sighed. She needed to get the two together or she'll lose her mind.
-Later that night-
"Where's mum?" Ginny asked as she bounded down the stairs with Carbuncle in her arms. Hermione followed noticing that the house was lacking a few people.
"Well," Ron said as he set the table. Harry was helping him and placed five plates on the table. "She and Dad had to visit Charlie. He had a nasty burn from one of his dragons. Naturally they were worried. And before you should ask. She took Fred and George with them. She won't trust them to be alone in the house. Percy's at work as usual. He told us not to expect him till morning."
"She trusted you?" Hermione looked at Ron with calculating eyes.
"Actually she trusts YOU," Harry said as he smiled at the girls. "Something she said about keeping the boys in line." Ginny laughed. Of course she would trust the girls. She knew pretty well what kind of mischief men get themselves into.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked looking hurt. But everyone laughed, lightening the mood.
"Well then, let's eat!" Ginny said and placed Carbuncle on the table. The little creature walked to the empty plate near Harry where a few pieces of greens lay waiting for her.
As they ate they talked. Harry showed Hermione his watch. She looked at Ginny noticing a blush and smiled. They talked for quite a bit. About quidditch, school, a little about the shopkeeper and the topic suddenly rested on the Yule ball.
"It would be bloody great if we have one this year," Ron sighed as he took the dishes away.
"Who would you take?" Harry asked slyly. Ginny smiled and looked at the other witch who was looking away o hid her embarrassment.
"I don't know," Ron sounded sincere which was like stabbing a knife in a certain brunette.
"Who would go with you anyway?" Hermione said defiantly. "You're not romantic enough for anyone to like?"
"What do you know about romance?" Ron said curtly. "It's nothing to read about you have to actually experience it. When was the last time YOU had a romantic encounter that didn't involve books an Bulgarians?"
Ouch, Harry and Ginny cringed. There they go again. But this time the gloves are off. And the belt line was. . . how do you say. . . diminished? This could lead into something nasty if not controlled.
However, neither one of them wanted to break the fight. It would be like running through a minefield, which by Harry's opinion was safer.
"Why are you bringing HIM up again?" Hermione shouted.
"Who's bringing who into it anyway?" Ron asked.
This must stop, Ginny thought worriedly. But how?
Suddenly a green blur shot from the table and stopped in front of Hermione. Looking down, Hermione saw Carbuncle looking expectantly at her with her tail wagging. Suddenly all of Hermione's anger vanished and she picked the little creature in her arms and went upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Ginny asked Harry who merely shrugged. They turned to Ron for an answer but he was not there and the door leading outside was open. The two sighed their confusions separated, searching for their friends.
Ron was sitting beneath a tree that faced his home. His mind was in turmoil every time his emotions were heightened. Now a moral dilemma stuck in his mind.
"Am I not romantic enough Harry?" he asked. Harry looked at his friend with sad eyes and Ron knew the answer.
"Tell me Ron, when did you do something REALLY romantic before?" he asked. When Ron didn't answer her knew he had made his point.
"I can be romantic," he defended but it was no use. He needed to prove it to the one person who could be as stubborn as he was. But how?
"Can I be of any assistance?" a familiar voice asked. Harry and Ron looked into the shadow to see a tall figure with his braid swaying with the wind and a pair of violet eyes smiling at them
end of 5
A/N that phrase from last chapter was Latin. I don't know what the translation per se but I think it was "Arise from your sleep". Got you thinking eh?