Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Summary- A humor thing. Harry spends the summer with the Weasley's. With a huge crowd, Mrs. Weasley sticks Harry and Ginny in sleeping arrangements that find them, together. Harmless as it may seem at first, summer vacation is a long time. A lot of emotions can change in three months.
Authors Note- I know that a lot of things in this story are not likely to happen, but it's just a story. The chances of Ginny and Harry sharing a bed are slim to none, and I know that.
Chapter One- The Burrow
" Harry, Hermione!" there was no doubt of Molly Weasley's joy. Especially in the summer, her children were home, and her house was always full of guests that she insisted on coming.
Her excitement grew when Harry stepped out of the fireplace, a little dusty from the floo powder. Though she adored all of her children's friends, she taken a special liking to Harry. Over the years, Molly felt as though she had become like another mother to him.
Molly threw her arms around him the first chance she had, strangling him of any oxygen. When she finally released him and moved onto Hermione, Harry made his way around the kitchen.
First there was Bill and Charlie, the oldest of the Weasley children whom already graduated from Hogwarts and left home. They both had warm handshakes for a welcome. Fleur detached herself from Bill's arm to hug him. The two had met years before at school when competing against each other in the Triwizard Tournament. It was the day of the third and final task when she first laid eyes on Bill Weasley, and it's been clear skies for them since (two weeks earlier, Ron sent an owl to Harry and mentioned Fleur was showing signs of being pregnant).
All of the Weasley's had their bright personalities, Percy may be that exception. Aside from being a prefect, Head Boy, and a dedicated hardcore worked on the Ministry of Magic, he was obsessed with Harry. Not Harry for the person he was, but the legend he was, always poking at him like some sort of science experiment. Harry quickly shook hands with him and his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.
Fred and George, the Weasley twins, were far from ever being a bore. With their spunky attitudes and endless chain of jokes, they defiantly added spice to summer visits.
Harry would be spending the next eleven months with Ron, and they never had a formal or any kind of greeting for that matter.
There was only one person left, Ginny. Being the youngest of seven children, and the only daughter, made her shy. A combination of puppy love and rescue (when Harry saved her from the Chamber of Secrets her first year at Hogwarts) made her attracted yet scared of him. Hermione and Ron told him several times that she liked him ' more than a friend', but he ignored that.
" Hi Ginny" he smiled.
She felt like a little girl whenever being around him, she being eighteen months, two weeks, and six days younger (yes, she's had it figured out for awhile). But if he even looked at her, it made her day. " Hi Harry" she smirked.
When he turned away, Ginny rolled her eyes, disgusted with herself for responding in an immature fashion. Ron saw, she just shrugged.
Molly interrupted the commotion with a sharp whistle, standing on a wicker chair, a sheet of parchment in hand. " I spent sometime this morning figuring out where you all will sleep, and may I say it wasn't easy" she cleared her throat, all eyes were upon her. " Fleur, Hermione, and Penelope will be in Ron's room, William Weasley don't you dare object to me!" Bill jumped back. " Charlie, Percy, and Bill will be in the other boy's room. Fred and George will be in their own room with Ron. Now, that should be everyone".
Ron was the first to point out that Harry and Ginny were not on that list. " Um, mum" he pointed to them.
Molly looked surprised, " I'll be, now how could I forget those two" she checked her sheet again.
" I don't know mum" Ron replied, " you've been counting down the seconds to Harry's arrival, and Ginny lives here".
She ignored him, " ah, yes, we could but Ginny with the girls and Harry...".
" Come on Molly" Arthur spoke up from in front of the fireplace, " there's barely enough room for who's in there now. The heat this summer is suppose to be torture, they'll die".
Molly looked behind her into the living room. " Luckily I was prepared for this" she stared at Harry and Ginny, " well, almost this. I found this Muggle camping shop in London last year. Got me a mattress you fill with your own air and something called sleeping bags, though they weren't what I expected. Anyways, how would you two mind sleeping down here, expect it'll be much cooler".
Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Penelope, Percy, Fred, Ron, George, and even Arthur had expressions that Molly had gone off her mind with such a suggestion.
" I don't mind" Ginny said, a sparkle in her eye.
" Course you don't" George muttered.
They all looked at Harry, it was up to him. He hated being such a sore thumb, especially as a guest. It slipped.
" Sure".
Summary- A humor thing. Harry spends the summer with the Weasley's. With a huge crowd, Mrs. Weasley sticks Harry and Ginny in sleeping arrangements that find them, together. Harmless as it may seem at first, summer vacation is a long time. A lot of emotions can change in three months.
Authors Note- I know that a lot of things in this story are not likely to happen, but it's just a story. The chances of Ginny and Harry sharing a bed are slim to none, and I know that.
Chapter One- The Burrow
" Harry, Hermione!" there was no doubt of Molly Weasley's joy. Especially in the summer, her children were home, and her house was always full of guests that she insisted on coming.
Her excitement grew when Harry stepped out of the fireplace, a little dusty from the floo powder. Though she adored all of her children's friends, she taken a special liking to Harry. Over the years, Molly felt as though she had become like another mother to him.
Molly threw her arms around him the first chance she had, strangling him of any oxygen. When she finally released him and moved onto Hermione, Harry made his way around the kitchen.
First there was Bill and Charlie, the oldest of the Weasley children whom already graduated from Hogwarts and left home. They both had warm handshakes for a welcome. Fleur detached herself from Bill's arm to hug him. The two had met years before at school when competing against each other in the Triwizard Tournament. It was the day of the third and final task when she first laid eyes on Bill Weasley, and it's been clear skies for them since (two weeks earlier, Ron sent an owl to Harry and mentioned Fleur was showing signs of being pregnant).
All of the Weasley's had their bright personalities, Percy may be that exception. Aside from being a prefect, Head Boy, and a dedicated hardcore worked on the Ministry of Magic, he was obsessed with Harry. Not Harry for the person he was, but the legend he was, always poking at him like some sort of science experiment. Harry quickly shook hands with him and his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater.
Fred and George, the Weasley twins, were far from ever being a bore. With their spunky attitudes and endless chain of jokes, they defiantly added spice to summer visits.
Harry would be spending the next eleven months with Ron, and they never had a formal or any kind of greeting for that matter.
There was only one person left, Ginny. Being the youngest of seven children, and the only daughter, made her shy. A combination of puppy love and rescue (when Harry saved her from the Chamber of Secrets her first year at Hogwarts) made her attracted yet scared of him. Hermione and Ron told him several times that she liked him ' more than a friend', but he ignored that.
" Hi Ginny" he smiled.
She felt like a little girl whenever being around him, she being eighteen months, two weeks, and six days younger (yes, she's had it figured out for awhile). But if he even looked at her, it made her day. " Hi Harry" she smirked.
When he turned away, Ginny rolled her eyes, disgusted with herself for responding in an immature fashion. Ron saw, she just shrugged.
Molly interrupted the commotion with a sharp whistle, standing on a wicker chair, a sheet of parchment in hand. " I spent sometime this morning figuring out where you all will sleep, and may I say it wasn't easy" she cleared her throat, all eyes were upon her. " Fleur, Hermione, and Penelope will be in Ron's room, William Weasley don't you dare object to me!" Bill jumped back. " Charlie, Percy, and Bill will be in the other boy's room. Fred and George will be in their own room with Ron. Now, that should be everyone".
Ron was the first to point out that Harry and Ginny were not on that list. " Um, mum" he pointed to them.
Molly looked surprised, " I'll be, now how could I forget those two" she checked her sheet again.
" I don't know mum" Ron replied, " you've been counting down the seconds to Harry's arrival, and Ginny lives here".
She ignored him, " ah, yes, we could but Ginny with the girls and Harry...".
" Come on Molly" Arthur spoke up from in front of the fireplace, " there's barely enough room for who's in there now. The heat this summer is suppose to be torture, they'll die".
Molly looked behind her into the living room. " Luckily I was prepared for this" she stared at Harry and Ginny, " well, almost this. I found this Muggle camping shop in London last year. Got me a mattress you fill with your own air and something called sleeping bags, though they weren't what I expected. Anyways, how would you two mind sleeping down here, expect it'll be much cooler".
Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Penelope, Percy, Fred, Ron, George, and even Arthur had expressions that Molly had gone off her mind with such a suggestion.
" I don't mind" Ginny said, a sparkle in her eye.
" Course you don't" George muttered.
They all looked at Harry, it was up to him. He hated being such a sore thumb, especially as a guest. It slipped.
" Sure".