Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Authors Note- This is a response PheonixFire's review, because she found some things in here that I didn't even know about. There's a hint in this chapter, and will be more in later, about how Hermione feels, I wasn't going to leave that out. Second, I meant wind and water, I wrote that chapter at 3 in the morning when my brain wasn't functioning (not like it ever is). Ron was sleeping in Fred and George's room, you know what, I don't even know why I added that, but awesome job spotting that one! As for the kiss, Ginny broke it off rather fast, or maybe I'm just confused with what you meant. I purposely made the raid short, I don't know why, there just wasn't too much to do with it. It wasn't important too much in the story, except for this chapter and the fact that Harry had to get hurt. With that, I am finished, and onto the story.
P.S- Just a warning now, there is light swearing in this chapter.
Chapter Four- Nine Hundred Raids
Percy must have found something else to complain about between the living room and bed, because he forgot about what he saw, not like he cared in the first place. When Ginny and Harry were the remainders asleep the next morning, nothing was suspected. Though Fleur snuck away, pulling Harry's arm off Ginny's waist and dragging them apart, actions made when the two were asleep.
Ron threw himself over the back of the couch, eager to talk to his best friend. " Harry" he placed a hand on his shoulder.
" That feels good Ginny" he grumbled.
Like Hermione with Draco, Ron slapped him across the cheek. " Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?".
Harry opened his eyes, " oh, hi Ron".
" Don't you ' hi Ron' me! I want to know what's going on with you two!".
His harsh tone woke Ginny, they both sat, propped on their elbows, inches from him. " What are you going on about?" she muttered.
" Ever since he got here, you two can hardly look at each other, and I've never seen you so jumpy before, Ginny maybe. Are you two having sex or something?".
" Not at all" Ginny snapped.
Harry pulled down his shirt that was moved the previous night, " no".
Ron continued staring, then gave up, " fine" Ginny could sense Harry's relief. " There's a ball tonight, for the Ministry of Magic. Dad just told me, it's to celebrate their nine hundredth raid, which was your doing yesterday" he hit Harry on the small of his back, causing him to sharply wince. Ginny sympathetically caressed his back.
" What are you so excited about?" Ginny asked.
Ron grinned from ear to ear, " because you two get to go- together that is".
Harry dropped his glasses, " what are you talking about?".
" Mum paired us this morning when you two were asleep. I'm going with Hermione, Percy and Penelope, Bill and Fleur, Fred and George are meeting Alicia and Katie there, and Charlie has someone, don't remember who".
It was just like with the sleeping arrangements, Molly has a plan, Ginny and Harry are the rejects.
" Why don't I go with you and Harry goes with Hermione?". Ginny never thought she'd hear herself turn down a date with Harry.
Ron snarled at her, " because you're my sister. Besides, spending the summer in bed together, that does qualify you for a harmless dance".
Harry threw himself against the pillow. Nothing was harmless anymore. After two kisses and a back massage, he thought things could only get worse before they get better. He was right.
About six' o'clock that evening, all lined up by the fire, formally dressed and awaiting their handful of Floo Powder. Harry was fourth to go, and as hoping that history would repeat itself and he'd end up somewhere else. Even if it was Knockturn Ally.
But there was no mouth of hot ash, and less than a minute later, his least favorite method of traveling was a success. Emerging from the mantle into a huge ballroom (he yelled " Nine hundred raids!"). It was enormous compared to the Great Hall back at Hogwarts.
The smooth oak flooring was at least the size of the Quidditch field, huge round tables off to each side. Each one was decorated with a while lace tablecloth, delicate china, and a dim candle.
Ginny had appeared a moment later, stepping down next to her (she was hardly an inch past his elbow). " It's beautiful" she smiled.
" Almost worth having a few bookshelves fall on you" he commented.
Ron jumped out of the fire next, coming between Ginny and Harry. " You two best get out there" he went over to Hermione, who had arrived before Harry, and guided her onto the dance floor.
There must have been a hundred couples already dancing to the soft and slow rhythm, and yet, not even a quarter was taken up.
" I remember this at the sixth hundred raid" Ginny said, " I was too young then and had to sit and watch the entire time".
Harry turned, facing her, seeing her watching ahead. " Ginny, would you like to dance?".
She looked up at him, " my mom wasn't that serious about pairing us up you know".
He extended his arm towards her, softly smiling, " maybe so, but you've grown since six hundred, there's no reason for you to sit out now".
Ginny grinned, nervous. It felt as thought someone pulled the plug in her stomach. Never the less, she curled her arm around his. Like the perfect gentleman, Harry lead her out onto the dance floor. Ginny's weak knees felt like rusty anchors, she would have fallen flat on her face had she not been connected to Harry's elbow.
The Yule Tide Ball had not been that long ago, but neither had gotten much experience from then, none actually. Harry completely ignored his date, and Ginny's nearly left her with ten broken toes. So, right now, they were both clueless. She had her hands in his, and both were doing something that really wasn't close to dancing. They looked like fools, and knew it.
This time, it was Penelope who came to their rescue, adjusting their limbs properly. She moved Ginny's hands on his shoulders and his to her waist. It made the dance motion much easier.
" This feels a bit better" Ginny said when Penelope went back to Percy.
" I've never had much luck with the whole romance thing".
She smirked, " yeah, I know".
Harry looked down at her, pretending to be insulted and offended. " Oh? And how would you know?".
Ginny arched a brow, " have you been in a trance since you've gotten here?
Easily, he could have responded with a joke or sarcastic comment. But looking into her eyes, he didn't want to. " No, not in the least bit".
She sighed, as though annoyed. " Why can't we just place memory charms on ourselves and forget al of this" okay, she was annoyed.
" Why do you want to do that? Those charms have a tendency to backfire" he did have an example in mind- Lockhart.
" I want to forget each time we kissed, and everything that led up to it. There was never a storm, there was never a raid, you were never in pain so I-".
Another example, Hermione and the time turner. " No matter how much desire there is, we can't change the past , not without messing with the future".
Ginny paused. " It's not fair, to either of us. We were only teasing each other, and maybe even a little pain" it was her way of saying that it did hurt.
" That's why you shouldn't mess with the future" Harry said again.
Still a little annoyed, she watched the shade of his eyes darken, it was almost unnoticeable, " what are you talking about?".
He leaned in, while her lips were still parted, placing his mouth over hers. She gripped a little tighter on his shoulders. Gently forcing his tongue into her mouth, Ginny gasped.
From either direction, Hermione, Ron, Bill, and Fleur witnessed it. While three of tem found it shockingly adorable, one was completely outraged.
Harry ram his tongue along hers, and for the slightest second, she returned the gesture. Only then, did he stand straight again. Both stunned, Harry bit his bottom lip, awaiting and kind of response from the petrified looking, and now mad, statue.
" That's not messing with the future, that's fucking with the past" Ginny let go and rushed off the floor.
Harry didn't go after her. Instead he went over to the table reserved for the Weasley family. Twelve chairs, and he was the only one there.
Out of the crowd of the dance floor, Ron cam bolting, Hermione tagging behind. He stopped next to Harry, leaning over the chairs armrest, breathless.
" Someone-just said they saw Ginny- by the bathroom- and Malfoy's harassing her".
" What?" Harry exclaimed, " I just saw her!".
Ron shook his head, " come on". Hermione stayed behind while the two boys went racing to the back of the ballroom. The bathrooms were still rather far, but Crabbe and Goyle were large enough to see. Wherever they were, Draco Malfoy couldn't have been far. Of course they'd be there, with Luscious Malfoy on the ministry.
At fifteen feet away, it was now visible what was happening. Standing in a triangle, the three mutants were shoving Ginny between one another like she was a Quaffle. When Crabbe pushed her to Malfoy, Harry saw his hand tugging at her dress below the waistline. She didn't have a chance in fighting back.
" That-basterd" Harry choked from lack of air.
Ron fell over, sore and completely out of breath. Harry kept running until he reached Draco. Grabbing Ginny's wrist, at the same time pulling her away (Malfoy only noticed now that he was there) and plunged his wrist in the side of one's pointy nose. Draco hunched over, screaming In pain, his sidekicks waddling to his aid.
Desperate for air, Harry turned, looking at Ginny. Tears were streaming down her face, shivering, she was holding her arms.
" Are you alright?" he asked.
She took off running in the direction they came, it was becoming somewhat of a trend for that night. Brushing between Fred and George, who just arrived, analyzing everything.
" Harry, go after her, please" George pleaded.
" We'll take care of the scum" Fred added.
With a little air in his lungs and energy in his body, he headed towards the other side, catching her as she stepped into the fireplace. The flames rose, and she was gone. Harry grabbed a handful of powder from the mantle, stepped in.
" Ginny!".
Authors Note Again- Where should this go?
Authors Note- This is a response PheonixFire's review, because she found some things in here that I didn't even know about. There's a hint in this chapter, and will be more in later, about how Hermione feels, I wasn't going to leave that out. Second, I meant wind and water, I wrote that chapter at 3 in the morning when my brain wasn't functioning (not like it ever is). Ron was sleeping in Fred and George's room, you know what, I don't even know why I added that, but awesome job spotting that one! As for the kiss, Ginny broke it off rather fast, or maybe I'm just confused with what you meant. I purposely made the raid short, I don't know why, there just wasn't too much to do with it. It wasn't important too much in the story, except for this chapter and the fact that Harry had to get hurt. With that, I am finished, and onto the story.
P.S- Just a warning now, there is light swearing in this chapter.
Chapter Four- Nine Hundred Raids
Percy must have found something else to complain about between the living room and bed, because he forgot about what he saw, not like he cared in the first place. When Ginny and Harry were the remainders asleep the next morning, nothing was suspected. Though Fleur snuck away, pulling Harry's arm off Ginny's waist and dragging them apart, actions made when the two were asleep.
Ron threw himself over the back of the couch, eager to talk to his best friend. " Harry" he placed a hand on his shoulder.
" That feels good Ginny" he grumbled.
Like Hermione with Draco, Ron slapped him across the cheek. " Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?".
Harry opened his eyes, " oh, hi Ron".
" Don't you ' hi Ron' me! I want to know what's going on with you two!".
His harsh tone woke Ginny, they both sat, propped on their elbows, inches from him. " What are you going on about?" she muttered.
" Ever since he got here, you two can hardly look at each other, and I've never seen you so jumpy before, Ginny maybe. Are you two having sex or something?".
" Not at all" Ginny snapped.
Harry pulled down his shirt that was moved the previous night, " no".
Ron continued staring, then gave up, " fine" Ginny could sense Harry's relief. " There's a ball tonight, for the Ministry of Magic. Dad just told me, it's to celebrate their nine hundredth raid, which was your doing yesterday" he hit Harry on the small of his back, causing him to sharply wince. Ginny sympathetically caressed his back.
" What are you so excited about?" Ginny asked.
Ron grinned from ear to ear, " because you two get to go- together that is".
Harry dropped his glasses, " what are you talking about?".
" Mum paired us this morning when you two were asleep. I'm going with Hermione, Percy and Penelope, Bill and Fleur, Fred and George are meeting Alicia and Katie there, and Charlie has someone, don't remember who".
It was just like with the sleeping arrangements, Molly has a plan, Ginny and Harry are the rejects.
" Why don't I go with you and Harry goes with Hermione?". Ginny never thought she'd hear herself turn down a date with Harry.
Ron snarled at her, " because you're my sister. Besides, spending the summer in bed together, that does qualify you for a harmless dance".
Harry threw himself against the pillow. Nothing was harmless anymore. After two kisses and a back massage, he thought things could only get worse before they get better. He was right.
About six' o'clock that evening, all lined up by the fire, formally dressed and awaiting their handful of Floo Powder. Harry was fourth to go, and as hoping that history would repeat itself and he'd end up somewhere else. Even if it was Knockturn Ally.
But there was no mouth of hot ash, and less than a minute later, his least favorite method of traveling was a success. Emerging from the mantle into a huge ballroom (he yelled " Nine hundred raids!"). It was enormous compared to the Great Hall back at Hogwarts.
The smooth oak flooring was at least the size of the Quidditch field, huge round tables off to each side. Each one was decorated with a while lace tablecloth, delicate china, and a dim candle.
Ginny had appeared a moment later, stepping down next to her (she was hardly an inch past his elbow). " It's beautiful" she smiled.
" Almost worth having a few bookshelves fall on you" he commented.
Ron jumped out of the fire next, coming between Ginny and Harry. " You two best get out there" he went over to Hermione, who had arrived before Harry, and guided her onto the dance floor.
There must have been a hundred couples already dancing to the soft and slow rhythm, and yet, not even a quarter was taken up.
" I remember this at the sixth hundred raid" Ginny said, " I was too young then and had to sit and watch the entire time".
Harry turned, facing her, seeing her watching ahead. " Ginny, would you like to dance?".
She looked up at him, " my mom wasn't that serious about pairing us up you know".
He extended his arm towards her, softly smiling, " maybe so, but you've grown since six hundred, there's no reason for you to sit out now".
Ginny grinned, nervous. It felt as thought someone pulled the plug in her stomach. Never the less, she curled her arm around his. Like the perfect gentleman, Harry lead her out onto the dance floor. Ginny's weak knees felt like rusty anchors, she would have fallen flat on her face had she not been connected to Harry's elbow.
The Yule Tide Ball had not been that long ago, but neither had gotten much experience from then, none actually. Harry completely ignored his date, and Ginny's nearly left her with ten broken toes. So, right now, they were both clueless. She had her hands in his, and both were doing something that really wasn't close to dancing. They looked like fools, and knew it.
This time, it was Penelope who came to their rescue, adjusting their limbs properly. She moved Ginny's hands on his shoulders and his to her waist. It made the dance motion much easier.
" This feels a bit better" Ginny said when Penelope went back to Percy.
" I've never had much luck with the whole romance thing".
She smirked, " yeah, I know".
Harry looked down at her, pretending to be insulted and offended. " Oh? And how would you know?".
Ginny arched a brow, " have you been in a trance since you've gotten here?
Easily, he could have responded with a joke or sarcastic comment. But looking into her eyes, he didn't want to. " No, not in the least bit".
She sighed, as though annoyed. " Why can't we just place memory charms on ourselves and forget al of this" okay, she was annoyed.
" Why do you want to do that? Those charms have a tendency to backfire" he did have an example in mind- Lockhart.
" I want to forget each time we kissed, and everything that led up to it. There was never a storm, there was never a raid, you were never in pain so I-".
Another example, Hermione and the time turner. " No matter how much desire there is, we can't change the past , not without messing with the future".
Ginny paused. " It's not fair, to either of us. We were only teasing each other, and maybe even a little pain" it was her way of saying that it did hurt.
" That's why you shouldn't mess with the future" Harry said again.
Still a little annoyed, she watched the shade of his eyes darken, it was almost unnoticeable, " what are you talking about?".
He leaned in, while her lips were still parted, placing his mouth over hers. She gripped a little tighter on his shoulders. Gently forcing his tongue into her mouth, Ginny gasped.
From either direction, Hermione, Ron, Bill, and Fleur witnessed it. While three of tem found it shockingly adorable, one was completely outraged.
Harry ram his tongue along hers, and for the slightest second, she returned the gesture. Only then, did he stand straight again. Both stunned, Harry bit his bottom lip, awaiting and kind of response from the petrified looking, and now mad, statue.
" That's not messing with the future, that's fucking with the past" Ginny let go and rushed off the floor.
Harry didn't go after her. Instead he went over to the table reserved for the Weasley family. Twelve chairs, and he was the only one there.
Out of the crowd of the dance floor, Ron cam bolting, Hermione tagging behind. He stopped next to Harry, leaning over the chairs armrest, breathless.
" Someone-just said they saw Ginny- by the bathroom- and Malfoy's harassing her".
" What?" Harry exclaimed, " I just saw her!".
Ron shook his head, " come on". Hermione stayed behind while the two boys went racing to the back of the ballroom. The bathrooms were still rather far, but Crabbe and Goyle were large enough to see. Wherever they were, Draco Malfoy couldn't have been far. Of course they'd be there, with Luscious Malfoy on the ministry.
At fifteen feet away, it was now visible what was happening. Standing in a triangle, the three mutants were shoving Ginny between one another like she was a Quaffle. When Crabbe pushed her to Malfoy, Harry saw his hand tugging at her dress below the waistline. She didn't have a chance in fighting back.
" That-basterd" Harry choked from lack of air.
Ron fell over, sore and completely out of breath. Harry kept running until he reached Draco. Grabbing Ginny's wrist, at the same time pulling her away (Malfoy only noticed now that he was there) and plunged his wrist in the side of one's pointy nose. Draco hunched over, screaming In pain, his sidekicks waddling to his aid.
Desperate for air, Harry turned, looking at Ginny. Tears were streaming down her face, shivering, she was holding her arms.
" Are you alright?" he asked.
She took off running in the direction they came, it was becoming somewhat of a trend for that night. Brushing between Fred and George, who just arrived, analyzing everything.
" Harry, go after her, please" George pleaded.
" We'll take care of the scum" Fred added.
With a little air in his lungs and energy in his body, he headed towards the other side, catching her as she stepped into the fireplace. The flames rose, and she was gone. Harry grabbed a handful of powder from the mantle, stepped in.
" Ginny!".
Authors Note Again- Where should this go?