Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Chapter Nine- Before You Wake
The entire table froze in that moment of time. All eyes were glued to Ginny like she was some kind of mutant. She was still standing, feeling like a moron for doing that she just did. Why couldn't have the second thoughts came before? The only sound was her chair sliding across the floor as she sat down.
" Harry you are so dead" Fred quietly sang.
Arthur snarled at the end of the table, " what?" he sounded more angry than his encounter with Lucious Malfoy in Diagon Ally, " is he involved?".
Without entirely looking up, she narrowed her eyes at Harry. " No, and I refuse to give a name". As pale and scared as harry looked, he knew that was a lie.
" Either way, Virginia, you're sixteen, how could you do this to yourself?" Molly cried.
" It wasn't exactly planned" she grumbled.
" How did this happen?".
" You're only sixteen!".
" Who's the father?".
" Is this a joke?"
" Does he go to Hogwarts?".
" Are you going to keep it?".
" Is it Malfoy's?".
" How could you!".
Ginny rapidly waved her hands to stop the long line of questions from the long line of those asking. " Stop it!" she cried, " Draco's not the father, it's not Harry's and Fred before you ask it's not Neville either. I made a mistake, I know that, and I'm ready to take on the circumstances otherwise I would have thrown myself down the stairs a long time ago" her complexion was being drained from her face, " I-I don't know what else to say". With that, Ginny stood again and ran from the table and up the staircase without looking back. Somewhere near one of the higher landings in the distant, a door was heard slamming.
" Harry" Arthur said, Harry could feel a lump in his throat growing. Lucily it wasn't about that, " if you don't mind, I think you should spend the rest of the holiday sleeping in the boys room, with Ron".
He nodded weakly, and for the rest of the silent breakfast, he couldn't take his eyes off the stairs.
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It was much harder sneaking out of the Burrow from one of the top landings thatn it was from the living room. Still, it was worth it, and no one woke up. No one had even spoken to Ginny except Hermione, who was trying to get her to tell who the father was (A/N- Hermione's attitude is going to change very soon). It was like being Lord Voldemort, everyone was afraid to even say her name.
The night air was colder that the other summer nights. A full moon gazed over Ginny, the vibrant light casting a shadow. She pulled the blanket tightly around her shoulders, deep in thought while trying to find any craters.
" Hi" a voice emerged from behind.
She turned to see Harry, " hi" then turned away. Honestly, she had been expecting him to have screamed or fainted at breakfast. Not to mention ever speaking to her again.
Harry sat down next to her, " how are you feeling?".
" Been better" tears crept into her eyes, and she failed to hold back a cry. She stood up, hoping he didn't hear, but he had, and followed.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, she couldn't control the tears she let out onto his chest. " It's okay" he silently said, stroking her back, " it's alright".
" I'm sorry" she spoke through crying.
" You're not the one to blame".
" I didn't want to get you in trouble, they shouldn't know it's you. It'll ruin everything, you'll never be captain of the Quidditch team, you'll never be Head Boy, you'll never........".
He interrupted by gently pulling her back. " Ginny, don't. After Hogwarts none of that will ever matter. In fact, it doesn't mater now".
" No!" she yelled, " I can't let you throw your life away because I got knocked up!".
Harry's eyes widened, " Ginny, I'm not going to let you go through this alone".
" Don't worry, I'll make it easier".
" What's that suppose to mean?" but she took off running around the house to where he couldn't see her. " I love you!" he called, " nothing's going to ever change that" he said that quietly, and didn't go after her.
It seemed like the best solution to just let her be for awhile before anything could be considered rational. He was soon going to regret that.
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His new sleeping arrangement was empty when Harry woke the next morning. It was still very early, and it was rare for any one of his three roommates to be awake before noon. Still exhausted, Harry stumbled into the corridor and headed downstairs where he could hear muffled voices. Fred, Ron, and George were sitting at the kitchen table, the only ones there. For three people with an overload on their senses of humor, this couldn't have been good. Fred and Ron were gripping their red hair, George had his forehead resting on the tabletop.
" What's going on?" Harry asked.
Ron took a deep breath, " Ginny's gone".
Harry felt as though the wind had been knocked from his lungs, " she's what?!".
He slid a cumbled piece of parchment paper across the table, Harry held it between his trembling fingers.
To Whoever may read this,
Only yesterday morning, I betrayed my family in more of a hurtful way then I could ever imagine. I have never been more ashamed in my entire life and I cannot bare to look into the eyes of those who I've hurt. You were right Mum, I'm only sixteen. But if I was able to get myself into this situation, I will have to get myself out, and I would not bring myself to ask either you or Dad for your gudiance or even your life. The same goes for my six brothers, and the others who I may have hurt, you know who you are. I'll be fine, there's no need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. But no matter where I am, never forget that you have a daughter, a sister, and a friend who still and will always love you.
Ginny
Harry let the parchment float safely to the floor.
Authors Note- The next chapter (there's only 2 or 3 remaining) is going to take place eight months from now, just so you know.
Chapter Nine- Before You Wake
The entire table froze in that moment of time. All eyes were glued to Ginny like she was some kind of mutant. She was still standing, feeling like a moron for doing that she just did. Why couldn't have the second thoughts came before? The only sound was her chair sliding across the floor as she sat down.
" Harry you are so dead" Fred quietly sang.
Arthur snarled at the end of the table, " what?" he sounded more angry than his encounter with Lucious Malfoy in Diagon Ally, " is he involved?".
Without entirely looking up, she narrowed her eyes at Harry. " No, and I refuse to give a name". As pale and scared as harry looked, he knew that was a lie.
" Either way, Virginia, you're sixteen, how could you do this to yourself?" Molly cried.
" It wasn't exactly planned" she grumbled.
" How did this happen?".
" You're only sixteen!".
" Who's the father?".
" Is this a joke?"
" Does he go to Hogwarts?".
" Are you going to keep it?".
" Is it Malfoy's?".
" How could you!".
Ginny rapidly waved her hands to stop the long line of questions from the long line of those asking. " Stop it!" she cried, " Draco's not the father, it's not Harry's and Fred before you ask it's not Neville either. I made a mistake, I know that, and I'm ready to take on the circumstances otherwise I would have thrown myself down the stairs a long time ago" her complexion was being drained from her face, " I-I don't know what else to say". With that, Ginny stood again and ran from the table and up the staircase without looking back. Somewhere near one of the higher landings in the distant, a door was heard slamming.
" Harry" Arthur said, Harry could feel a lump in his throat growing. Lucily it wasn't about that, " if you don't mind, I think you should spend the rest of the holiday sleeping in the boys room, with Ron".
He nodded weakly, and for the rest of the silent breakfast, he couldn't take his eyes off the stairs.
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It was much harder sneaking out of the Burrow from one of the top landings thatn it was from the living room. Still, it was worth it, and no one woke up. No one had even spoken to Ginny except Hermione, who was trying to get her to tell who the father was (A/N- Hermione's attitude is going to change very soon). It was like being Lord Voldemort, everyone was afraid to even say her name.
The night air was colder that the other summer nights. A full moon gazed over Ginny, the vibrant light casting a shadow. She pulled the blanket tightly around her shoulders, deep in thought while trying to find any craters.
" Hi" a voice emerged from behind.
She turned to see Harry, " hi" then turned away. Honestly, she had been expecting him to have screamed or fainted at breakfast. Not to mention ever speaking to her again.
Harry sat down next to her, " how are you feeling?".
" Been better" tears crept into her eyes, and she failed to hold back a cry. She stood up, hoping he didn't hear, but he had, and followed.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, she couldn't control the tears she let out onto his chest. " It's okay" he silently said, stroking her back, " it's alright".
" I'm sorry" she spoke through crying.
" You're not the one to blame".
" I didn't want to get you in trouble, they shouldn't know it's you. It'll ruin everything, you'll never be captain of the Quidditch team, you'll never be Head Boy, you'll never........".
He interrupted by gently pulling her back. " Ginny, don't. After Hogwarts none of that will ever matter. In fact, it doesn't mater now".
" No!" she yelled, " I can't let you throw your life away because I got knocked up!".
Harry's eyes widened, " Ginny, I'm not going to let you go through this alone".
" Don't worry, I'll make it easier".
" What's that suppose to mean?" but she took off running around the house to where he couldn't see her. " I love you!" he called, " nothing's going to ever change that" he said that quietly, and didn't go after her.
It seemed like the best solution to just let her be for awhile before anything could be considered rational. He was soon going to regret that.
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His new sleeping arrangement was empty when Harry woke the next morning. It was still very early, and it was rare for any one of his three roommates to be awake before noon. Still exhausted, Harry stumbled into the corridor and headed downstairs where he could hear muffled voices. Fred, Ron, and George were sitting at the kitchen table, the only ones there. For three people with an overload on their senses of humor, this couldn't have been good. Fred and Ron were gripping their red hair, George had his forehead resting on the tabletop.
" What's going on?" Harry asked.
Ron took a deep breath, " Ginny's gone".
Harry felt as though the wind had been knocked from his lungs, " she's what?!".
He slid a cumbled piece of parchment paper across the table, Harry held it between his trembling fingers.
To Whoever may read this,
Only yesterday morning, I betrayed my family in more of a hurtful way then I could ever imagine. I have never been more ashamed in my entire life and I cannot bare to look into the eyes of those who I've hurt. You were right Mum, I'm only sixteen. But if I was able to get myself into this situation, I will have to get myself out, and I would not bring myself to ask either you or Dad for your gudiance or even your life. The same goes for my six brothers, and the others who I may have hurt, you know who you are. I'll be fine, there's no need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. But no matter where I am, never forget that you have a daughter, a sister, and a friend who still and will always love you.
Ginny
Harry let the parchment float safely to the floor.
Authors Note- The next chapter (there's only 2 or 3 remaining) is going to take place eight months from now, just so you know.