CHAPTER TEN
...Untitled
(A/N!! Hey kiddos! This chapter is by far, the best one written yet. The book starts getting bad in
content wise starting on this chapter. The fanfic will end up being R way later on. This is also the
longest chapter. I was aiming for something really long because I didn't want to get anyone pissed off
by leaving you all hanging. This is to good of a chapter to read the rest of. It's 11:00 at night, 4th of
July.(Just to tell you) Sexuality is a big thing in this chapter and there is language also. I am so bad at
thinking up titles, the original name for this one was STEAMY SIXTEEN, but I erased it, because the
sixteen part doesn't make sense, as you will soon read. Instead, I think I will call it.. Oh! I've got a
good one... scroll down to read it! BTW, thank you to all of the wonderful people who left reviews.
You guys are the only ones keeping me going to writing this massive fanfic!)
CHAPTER 10
Harry's Dilemma; Tonk's Beau
Harry and Ron had spent most of the evening in Diagon Alley, buying things and eating oh so
wonderful food. They then headed back to the Ministry where many of the workers had filed back to
their homes for the night. The crew made their way to the Headquarters which took ten minutes. It
was a tiring walk.
"When the hell can we start apparating?" Ron muttered under his breath.
Harry laughed. "It's this year, Ron!"
Ron looked taken aback. "Yes! Yes! Thank Merlin! No more walking... no more dragging
objects to far away places... like dragging my trunk to my bed!"
"Your so lazy," Ginny said.
"Thank you oh-perfect-one!" Ron shot back.
Ginny eyed Harry and Harry looked back. She then caught up to her parents who were
walking ahead.
"She'll be sixteen in August," Ron pointed out.
Harry thought this was a good thing. Ginny was so gorgeous. Her flowing red hair... she was
much taller now– about 5'6. Harry was only a few inches taller. She dressed to make any guy drool.
"I think she's taken a fancy to you Harry," Ron joked.
"Maybe–" Harry trailed off.
It was nearly midnight. Harry could not sleep. He lay awake in his four poster bed, curtains
drawn. His glasses were on a nearby table. He was about to drift off into wonderland when the door to
the room opened.
"Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.
"No," came a voice. "It's Ginny."
She closed the door and crept over to Harry's bed. Ron was snoring very loudly. He wouldn't
hear a thing. Ginny was dressed in short shorts and a tight halter-top. Harry stared at her.
"I have to talk to you," Ginny said nervously.
"W-well... Here," Harry said and scooted to the other end of the bed. Ginny crept in and sat
down on the covers. Harry propped his elbow up and laid his head on his hand. "So what's up?" He
ruffled his hair.
"Please tell me, right now, so I stop this foolish, silly... thought of mine. Well– what I'm getting
at, is– do you like me because I sure as hell am head over heels for you."
Harry's eyes widened. "Erm... Um–"
Ginny sighed. "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep. I just needed to get it out of my head."
Ginny got up to leave Harry's bed, but Harry pulled her back so that her body fell next to his. Her
face was parallel to his.
"I do like you..." Harry said.
"Really?" Ginny asked.
"After I saw you at Fred and Georges... your b/, Ginny."
She blushed. "I didn't know... if you liked me, that is. But when I gave you that look– The way
you looked back. I knew you had to feel something."
"And I do..." Harry said.
When Harry awoke the next morning, after Ginny had departed from his bed, he was very
exhilarated. Ron asked a serious question at breakfast.
"What is up with you?" he asked and Ginny stared at Harry from the other end of the table.
Harry smiled broadly.
"Nothing, nothing..." Harry said. Ginny flipped her hair back and went back to reading The
Daily Prophet.
"If you want, we can all go back to Fred and George's. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."
"I'm going to take a walk first... maybe down to the restaurant to get some coffee," Harry
said. "I need to go and look around."
"I can show you around," Ron piped up.
"That's fine, Ron. I just want some coffee."
Harry went back to the bedroom that he, Ron, and Hermione shared and dressed in some
new clothes that he had bought in Diagon Alley the previous day. The clothes were nice. Loose jeans,
sandals, and a shirt that was a bit to tight. When he came out, wand in his pocket, Ginny dropped her
spoon in her bowl of cereal as she gaped at Harry in astonishment.
"Nice look, Harry," Rom complimented and went back to reading The Quibbler.
Harry exited the room and found Lupin in the hallway. He wasn't the only one. Tonks was
there to. Harry stopped before they had noticed him. He stopped for a particular reason.
"Oh Remus," Tonks groaned. They were lip-locked.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He came out from the corner. Tonks noticed him. She slapped
Remus' shoulder. He stopped kissing her.
"Just open your mouth a bit wider and then I can see if you have a tongue infection," Lupin
said to Tonks who obeyed him. Harry nodded as a gesturing and moved on, laughing at what he had
just saw.
When he got halfway down the corridor, however, a voice yelled his name.
"Harry!"
He turned around. Ginny was running towards him. Of course, she was very pretty today too,
in Harry's opinion. She had another tight t-shirt on and faded jeans. Her hair was in a pony-tail. Harry
thought, Would it kill every girl to look like this?
"Hey," Harry said with a charm to his voice. Ginny slowed down as she reached him and
gripped the palm of his hand with hers.
They walked together. He wasn't sure if they were dating or not. He wasn't going to ask and
get a mixed reaction. Harry couldn't last, though, with this thought in his head.
"Ginny?" Harry said and he stopped her. They were so close together, that her chest touched
his. She smirked at him. "Yes?" she inquired.
"Are we... well I mean– okay, are we going out?" Harry got out finally.
"Well– no..." was all Ginny could manage to say. "I mean, we like each other and all but–"
Harry understood, but would not let Ginny know. He had to ask her out first. Just saying he
liked her in his bed at midnight was not good enough. Of course not! His plan was to tease her until
when she least expected it, ask her out– even if that didn't happen for days. After all, he only started
liking her since a few weeks ago.
They continued to take a walk together down to the restaurant bar, where Harry ordered a
coffee with cream, and Ginny ordered a Mocha Brownie Frappachiuno.
"Okay, Harry, I want to learn as much as possible about you," Ginny said playfully. Their
chairs were less than an inch apart, so they faced each other and Ginny put a finger in Harry's
pocket. He liked this a lot.
"Who have you ever liked?" she asked. Harry gulped. He knew this was coming.
"Cho Chang," he said... he wasn't giving the honest truth though.
"Is that it?" she asked. A bead of sweat ran down Harry's face.
"No. Okay, I won't lie to you. A month ago or so, when we got here, Hermione broke up with
Ron. I had left the room to come down here because I was sick of their giggling and kissing. When I
was in the hallway, Hermione came running after me. I told her I couldn't decide on who I liked. Cho
or--" he paused. Ginny looked anxious. "–or her. She told me she would never like me ever again and
that we weren't meant for each other. When we came down here, I told her that she made me mad
because I thought I was never meant for someone like her, who was pretty, smart, and amazing. She
kissed me. Then Ron saw... all this other crap happened. We all vowed to never go out with friends."
Ginny looked at Harry. "I don't have a problem with the Hermione thing," she began and took
her hand out of Harry's pocket and got up. She paid 2 galleons for her frappachiuno took it in her
hand. "I have a problem that you vowed never to date friends... were friends Harry."
Ginny meandered off into the crowds of Ministry workers. Harry was left there to drink his
coffee and think of the perfect girl who had just walked out of his grip.
"Oh shit," Harry said tonelessly.
Someone sat down next to him. It was his Aunt.
"Hello Harry," she said and ordered a plate of eggs, hash browns, and bacon.
"Aunt," Harry said. "I have a question."
"Shoot away," she said and paid the man behind the counter 5 galleons.
"What do you do to get a girl back that you have accidentally let out of your grasp?"
"Girl trouble, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked. "Say your sorry. Tell her you love her–"
"I'm not going out with her."
"Ask her out then," Aunt Petunia said with a no-duh look on her face. "Make her feel special.
Vernon never could really do that. He wasn't that good in bed either..."
"Aunt Petunia!" Harry said disgustingly.
"Well what do you think babies result in? Sex. Oh lord, get over it," she said when she saw
Harry looking at her revoltingly. "I had to go off and breed some fat Peru cigarette smoking
delinquent."
"I've never heard you say that about Dudley," Harry said, astonished.
"Yeah, well, I'm also drunk," she giggled and put a finger up to her mouth to say "shhh!" but
instead poked herself in the eye. She took out a container from her cloak pocket. It was liquor. "Hardy
har har... three ships in a par!" she sang.
Harry nodded and got up to leave, taking her advice very seriously.
Hermione did not come back to the Ministry that night, so everyone assumed she would be
back tomorrow. Ron went to bed as Harry sat on the sofa in Room 36B, reading The Daily Prophet.
Ginny's room was just to the left. It was private. No one else. It was nearing midnight when Harry put
down the paper and got up to walk into Ginny's room, when he suddenly found himself walking back
to his bed.
The next morning, Hermione was found in her bed. Ron was cooking breakfast in the kitchen
when Harry walked out in his undershirt and plaid sleeping bottoms.
"Hermione got back EARLY this morning," Ron informed Harry as he tossed a pancake in the
air. Today, were supposed to visit Dumbledore at Affotts. They just finished it. The teachers are
moving in."
Harry nodded and ran his hand through his black hair.
"I have woken up Ginny too... she's in her room," Ron said.
"I am going to see if anyone is up in the other room," Harry said and walked to the door and
opened it. Ginny was sitting on the couch by the fireplace. She turned to look at Harry. They made
eye contact, but neither smiled. Ginny got up, put her java on the coffee table and walked into her
room.
"Do it now," Harry said out loud to himself. He was about to give in, but he didn't. He didn't
know why he was stalling this. Tonks was in this kitchen cooking.
"Hello Harry!" she said rapturously. "I haven't got an infection in my mouth, thank god!"
"I already know Tonks," Harry laughed.
"Shit," she said audibly. She then clapped a hand to her mouth. She sat down to eat her
croissant.
"Harry... do you want to hear about me and Remus?" she asked. Harry shrugged. "Okay, I
will. Were a couple. It's not a bad thing. I went to Beauxbottoms... he went to Hogwarts. We met a
long time ago at an Inter-School Ball. Dancing, food... you know all of that stuff. I was walking
through the garden with my date when Remus fell out of the bushes with his date."
"Reminds me of Roger Davies and Fleur Delacore," Harry laughed.
"What?" Tonks asked.
"Nothing," Harry said. "Continue."
"Anyhow... they were rambunctious in that bush. I think they were... you know–"
"To much information, Tonks," Harry said as he rubbed his eyes.
"I was only in my fourth year. He was in his seventh. He eyed me when he fell out of that
bush, and we have had a connection ever since."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "So... let me get this straight. You guys liked each other ever since
you found him making babies in a shrub?"
Tonks was drinking her milk when she snorted and the liquid flew onto her bread. "Yeah...
that's the general idea."
Conversations with Tonks were great and all, but Harry found it hard to picture the whole
scene with Tonks, her date, and Remus and his girlfriend in a bush. So, he got up to leave and get
dressed. By that time, Hermione was up and talking to Ron. They were both dressed.
"We have to meet Mad-Eye in the lobby in ten minutes!" Hermione said. "It takes more than
that to get down there!"
Harry ran into the room and threw on some clothes and walked out. Hermione and Ron were
just about to leave when he caught up to them.
Ten minutes later, they found Mad-Eye in the lobby of the Ministry.
"This way," he said and they followed him to the elevator. Once inside, he pressed a button
that said Affotts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was FINALLY up and running. The bottom floor
did not have the Off Limits sign on it anymore.
When they reached the school level, it reminded Harry exactly of Hogwarts. Ghosts roamed
the corridors. There were colorful paintings on every wall. Doors filed into extravagant chamber halls
and classrooms.
They followed Mad-Eye down at least for our five staircases to a hallway lit by torches that
gave off red-orange glows. At the end of the hallway was a statue of a phoenix, just like at Hogwarts.
"Skiving Snack boxes," Mad-Eye muttered. Ron laughed. He never would think that
Dumbledore would use a product of two drop-out students as a password for his office.
A staircase came down from out of no where. They all tramped up the steps to a hallway that
had only one door in it. Mad-Eye knocked on it. He then entered with the rest of them.
"Ah... hello," Dumbledore welcomed them. "I thought you all would like to know that Hagrid is
here. You cannot see him yet though. He is setting up in his classroom. Since we do not have a
grounds yet to play Quidditch on or have lessons, many will be taught inside like Care of Magical
Creatures and Herbology."
Dumbledore said this all rather fast and Fawkes squeaked and burst into flames. Hermione
jumped.
"As I was saying," Dumbledore continued, ignoring the fact that his bird had burst into flames.
"Harry, you are the Seeker again. You will continue to have DA classes under my support. You and
Ron will also have regular Quidditch classes in order to train because as soon as we have a stadium,
the season will start."
Harry and Ron nodded.
"Miss Granger. I call you hear to say– Stop trying to free the house elfs. They are getting
rather temperamental with the Gryffindors lately."
Hermione looked offended.
"I have to continue S.P.E.W.! It's for the good of the elfs!"
"Spew isn't doing any good, Hermione," Ron broke the news.
"S.P.E.W. dang it! Not spew!"
It was a quick meeting indeed and nighttime came even quicker. Harry found himself, once
again, sitting in the Headquarters, trying to think whether to approach Ginny or not.
Finally, he had decided. He propelled himself upward and casually opened the door to her
bedroom. She was awake in her bed, crying a bit. There were dark blue curtains drawn over her bed
like at Fred and George's suite.
"Ginny?" Harry said quietly.
She wiped her tears hastily. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm sorry for ignoring you..."
"It's fine, now leave," she said abruptly.
"I'm sorry," Harry started. "I can't leave now. I have something important to ask you."
Harry walked over to her bed and climbed atop it. She looked flushed.
"Ginny..." Harry said and took her hands in his. "I've been a jerk... When I made that pact, I
didn't think I would see you and then end up liking you."
She smiled weakly.
"I take that pact back. Your perfect– for me that is. I need you in my life," Harry said. Ginny
got out from underneath the covers. "And want I want to ask you is... well– you know... will you be
with me?"
Ginny smiled. "Of course... You're the person I constantly think about. So– were together
now? No more pacts?" she asked.
"I don't know," he grinned. "Does this answer your question?"
Harry leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She looked surprised but kissed him back. Harry
was breathing rapidly and Ginny had her hands on his waist. It seemed to get a little steamy during
that period of time. Harry stopped kissing Ginny and crawled around her to lean against the wall. He
touched Ginny's hand to bring her closer. She pulled herself up and went over to him. He turned her
around and she sat in his lap. He put his arm around her waist and began to kiss her neck. The smile
that Ginny smiled was unlike no other. It was a grin of satisfaction of fulfillment.
...Untitled
(A/N!! Hey kiddos! This chapter is by far, the best one written yet. The book starts getting bad in
content wise starting on this chapter. The fanfic will end up being R way later on. This is also the
longest chapter. I was aiming for something really long because I didn't want to get anyone pissed off
by leaving you all hanging. This is to good of a chapter to read the rest of. It's 11:00 at night, 4th of
July.(Just to tell you) Sexuality is a big thing in this chapter and there is language also. I am so bad at
thinking up titles, the original name for this one was STEAMY SIXTEEN, but I erased it, because the
sixteen part doesn't make sense, as you will soon read. Instead, I think I will call it.. Oh! I've got a
good one... scroll down to read it! BTW, thank you to all of the wonderful people who left reviews.
You guys are the only ones keeping me going to writing this massive fanfic!)
CHAPTER 10
Harry's Dilemma; Tonk's Beau
Harry and Ron had spent most of the evening in Diagon Alley, buying things and eating oh so
wonderful food. They then headed back to the Ministry where many of the workers had filed back to
their homes for the night. The crew made their way to the Headquarters which took ten minutes. It
was a tiring walk.
"When the hell can we start apparating?" Ron muttered under his breath.
Harry laughed. "It's this year, Ron!"
Ron looked taken aback. "Yes! Yes! Thank Merlin! No more walking... no more dragging
objects to far away places... like dragging my trunk to my bed!"
"Your so lazy," Ginny said.
"Thank you oh-perfect-one!" Ron shot back.
Ginny eyed Harry and Harry looked back. She then caught up to her parents who were
walking ahead.
"She'll be sixteen in August," Ron pointed out.
Harry thought this was a good thing. Ginny was so gorgeous. Her flowing red hair... she was
much taller now– about 5'6. Harry was only a few inches taller. She dressed to make any guy drool.
"I think she's taken a fancy to you Harry," Ron joked.
"Maybe–" Harry trailed off.
It was nearly midnight. Harry could not sleep. He lay awake in his four poster bed, curtains
drawn. His glasses were on a nearby table. He was about to drift off into wonderland when the door to
the room opened.
"Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.
"No," came a voice. "It's Ginny."
She closed the door and crept over to Harry's bed. Ron was snoring very loudly. He wouldn't
hear a thing. Ginny was dressed in short shorts and a tight halter-top. Harry stared at her.
"I have to talk to you," Ginny said nervously.
"W-well... Here," Harry said and scooted to the other end of the bed. Ginny crept in and sat
down on the covers. Harry propped his elbow up and laid his head on his hand. "So what's up?" He
ruffled his hair.
"Please tell me, right now, so I stop this foolish, silly... thought of mine. Well– what I'm getting
at, is– do you like me because I sure as hell am head over heels for you."
Harry's eyes widened. "Erm... Um–"
Ginny sighed. "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep. I just needed to get it out of my head."
Ginny got up to leave Harry's bed, but Harry pulled her back so that her body fell next to his. Her
face was parallel to his.
"I do like you..." Harry said.
"Really?" Ginny asked.
"After I saw you at Fred and Georges... your b/, Ginny."
She blushed. "I didn't know... if you liked me, that is. But when I gave you that look– The way
you looked back. I knew you had to feel something."
"And I do..." Harry said.
When Harry awoke the next morning, after Ginny had departed from his bed, he was very
exhilarated. Ron asked a serious question at breakfast.
"What is up with you?" he asked and Ginny stared at Harry from the other end of the table.
Harry smiled broadly.
"Nothing, nothing..." Harry said. Ginny flipped her hair back and went back to reading The
Daily Prophet.
"If you want, we can all go back to Fred and George's. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."
"I'm going to take a walk first... maybe down to the restaurant to get some coffee," Harry
said. "I need to go and look around."
"I can show you around," Ron piped up.
"That's fine, Ron. I just want some coffee."
Harry went back to the bedroom that he, Ron, and Hermione shared and dressed in some
new clothes that he had bought in Diagon Alley the previous day. The clothes were nice. Loose jeans,
sandals, and a shirt that was a bit to tight. When he came out, wand in his pocket, Ginny dropped her
spoon in her bowl of cereal as she gaped at Harry in astonishment.
"Nice look, Harry," Rom complimented and went back to reading The Quibbler.
Harry exited the room and found Lupin in the hallway. He wasn't the only one. Tonks was
there to. Harry stopped before they had noticed him. He stopped for a particular reason.
"Oh Remus," Tonks groaned. They were lip-locked.
Harry raised his eyebrows. He came out from the corner. Tonks noticed him. She slapped
Remus' shoulder. He stopped kissing her.
"Just open your mouth a bit wider and then I can see if you have a tongue infection," Lupin
said to Tonks who obeyed him. Harry nodded as a gesturing and moved on, laughing at what he had
just saw.
When he got halfway down the corridor, however, a voice yelled his name.
"Harry!"
He turned around. Ginny was running towards him. Of course, she was very pretty today too,
in Harry's opinion. She had another tight t-shirt on and faded jeans. Her hair was in a pony-tail. Harry
thought, Would it kill every girl to look like this?
"Hey," Harry said with a charm to his voice. Ginny slowed down as she reached him and
gripped the palm of his hand with hers.
They walked together. He wasn't sure if they were dating or not. He wasn't going to ask and
get a mixed reaction. Harry couldn't last, though, with this thought in his head.
"Ginny?" Harry said and he stopped her. They were so close together, that her chest touched
his. She smirked at him. "Yes?" she inquired.
"Are we... well I mean– okay, are we going out?" Harry got out finally.
"Well– no..." was all Ginny could manage to say. "I mean, we like each other and all but–"
Harry understood, but would not let Ginny know. He had to ask her out first. Just saying he
liked her in his bed at midnight was not good enough. Of course not! His plan was to tease her until
when she least expected it, ask her out– even if that didn't happen for days. After all, he only started
liking her since a few weeks ago.
They continued to take a walk together down to the restaurant bar, where Harry ordered a
coffee with cream, and Ginny ordered a Mocha Brownie Frappachiuno.
"Okay, Harry, I want to learn as much as possible about you," Ginny said playfully. Their
chairs were less than an inch apart, so they faced each other and Ginny put a finger in Harry's
pocket. He liked this a lot.
"Who have you ever liked?" she asked. Harry gulped. He knew this was coming.
"Cho Chang," he said... he wasn't giving the honest truth though.
"Is that it?" she asked. A bead of sweat ran down Harry's face.
"No. Okay, I won't lie to you. A month ago or so, when we got here, Hermione broke up with
Ron. I had left the room to come down here because I was sick of their giggling and kissing. When I
was in the hallway, Hermione came running after me. I told her I couldn't decide on who I liked. Cho
or--" he paused. Ginny looked anxious. "–or her. She told me she would never like me ever again and
that we weren't meant for each other. When we came down here, I told her that she made me mad
because I thought I was never meant for someone like her, who was pretty, smart, and amazing. She
kissed me. Then Ron saw... all this other crap happened. We all vowed to never go out with friends."
Ginny looked at Harry. "I don't have a problem with the Hermione thing," she began and took
her hand out of Harry's pocket and got up. She paid 2 galleons for her frappachiuno took it in her
hand. "I have a problem that you vowed never to date friends... were friends Harry."
Ginny meandered off into the crowds of Ministry workers. Harry was left there to drink his
coffee and think of the perfect girl who had just walked out of his grip.
"Oh shit," Harry said tonelessly.
Someone sat down next to him. It was his Aunt.
"Hello Harry," she said and ordered a plate of eggs, hash browns, and bacon.
"Aunt," Harry said. "I have a question."
"Shoot away," she said and paid the man behind the counter 5 galleons.
"What do you do to get a girl back that you have accidentally let out of your grasp?"
"Girl trouble, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked. "Say your sorry. Tell her you love her–"
"I'm not going out with her."
"Ask her out then," Aunt Petunia said with a no-duh look on her face. "Make her feel special.
Vernon never could really do that. He wasn't that good in bed either..."
"Aunt Petunia!" Harry said disgustingly.
"Well what do you think babies result in? Sex. Oh lord, get over it," she said when she saw
Harry looking at her revoltingly. "I had to go off and breed some fat Peru cigarette smoking
delinquent."
"I've never heard you say that about Dudley," Harry said, astonished.
"Yeah, well, I'm also drunk," she giggled and put a finger up to her mouth to say "shhh!" but
instead poked herself in the eye. She took out a container from her cloak pocket. It was liquor. "Hardy
har har... three ships in a par!" she sang.
Harry nodded and got up to leave, taking her advice very seriously.
Hermione did not come back to the Ministry that night, so everyone assumed she would be
back tomorrow. Ron went to bed as Harry sat on the sofa in Room 36B, reading The Daily Prophet.
Ginny's room was just to the left. It was private. No one else. It was nearing midnight when Harry put
down the paper and got up to walk into Ginny's room, when he suddenly found himself walking back
to his bed.
The next morning, Hermione was found in her bed. Ron was cooking breakfast in the kitchen
when Harry walked out in his undershirt and plaid sleeping bottoms.
"Hermione got back EARLY this morning," Ron informed Harry as he tossed a pancake in the
air. Today, were supposed to visit Dumbledore at Affotts. They just finished it. The teachers are
moving in."
Harry nodded and ran his hand through his black hair.
"I have woken up Ginny too... she's in her room," Ron said.
"I am going to see if anyone is up in the other room," Harry said and walked to the door and
opened it. Ginny was sitting on the couch by the fireplace. She turned to look at Harry. They made
eye contact, but neither smiled. Ginny got up, put her java on the coffee table and walked into her
room.
"Do it now," Harry said out loud to himself. He was about to give in, but he didn't. He didn't
know why he was stalling this. Tonks was in this kitchen cooking.
"Hello Harry!" she said rapturously. "I haven't got an infection in my mouth, thank god!"
"I already know Tonks," Harry laughed.
"Shit," she said audibly. She then clapped a hand to her mouth. She sat down to eat her
croissant.
"Harry... do you want to hear about me and Remus?" she asked. Harry shrugged. "Okay, I
will. Were a couple. It's not a bad thing. I went to Beauxbottoms... he went to Hogwarts. We met a
long time ago at an Inter-School Ball. Dancing, food... you know all of that stuff. I was walking
through the garden with my date when Remus fell out of the bushes with his date."
"Reminds me of Roger Davies and Fleur Delacore," Harry laughed.
"What?" Tonks asked.
"Nothing," Harry said. "Continue."
"Anyhow... they were rambunctious in that bush. I think they were... you know–"
"To much information, Tonks," Harry said as he rubbed his eyes.
"I was only in my fourth year. He was in his seventh. He eyed me when he fell out of that
bush, and we have had a connection ever since."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "So... let me get this straight. You guys liked each other ever since
you found him making babies in a shrub?"
Tonks was drinking her milk when she snorted and the liquid flew onto her bread. "Yeah...
that's the general idea."
Conversations with Tonks were great and all, but Harry found it hard to picture the whole
scene with Tonks, her date, and Remus and his girlfriend in a bush. So, he got up to leave and get
dressed. By that time, Hermione was up and talking to Ron. They were both dressed.
"We have to meet Mad-Eye in the lobby in ten minutes!" Hermione said. "It takes more than
that to get down there!"
Harry ran into the room and threw on some clothes and walked out. Hermione and Ron were
just about to leave when he caught up to them.
Ten minutes later, they found Mad-Eye in the lobby of the Ministry.
"This way," he said and they followed him to the elevator. Once inside, he pressed a button
that said Affotts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was FINALLY up and running. The bottom floor
did not have the Off Limits sign on it anymore.
When they reached the school level, it reminded Harry exactly of Hogwarts. Ghosts roamed
the corridors. There were colorful paintings on every wall. Doors filed into extravagant chamber halls
and classrooms.
They followed Mad-Eye down at least for our five staircases to a hallway lit by torches that
gave off red-orange glows. At the end of the hallway was a statue of a phoenix, just like at Hogwarts.
"Skiving Snack boxes," Mad-Eye muttered. Ron laughed. He never would think that
Dumbledore would use a product of two drop-out students as a password for his office.
A staircase came down from out of no where. They all tramped up the steps to a hallway that
had only one door in it. Mad-Eye knocked on it. He then entered with the rest of them.
"Ah... hello," Dumbledore welcomed them. "I thought you all would like to know that Hagrid is
here. You cannot see him yet though. He is setting up in his classroom. Since we do not have a
grounds yet to play Quidditch on or have lessons, many will be taught inside like Care of Magical
Creatures and Herbology."
Dumbledore said this all rather fast and Fawkes squeaked and burst into flames. Hermione
jumped.
"As I was saying," Dumbledore continued, ignoring the fact that his bird had burst into flames.
"Harry, you are the Seeker again. You will continue to have DA classes under my support. You and
Ron will also have regular Quidditch classes in order to train because as soon as we have a stadium,
the season will start."
Harry and Ron nodded.
"Miss Granger. I call you hear to say– Stop trying to free the house elfs. They are getting
rather temperamental with the Gryffindors lately."
Hermione looked offended.
"I have to continue S.P.E.W.! It's for the good of the elfs!"
"Spew isn't doing any good, Hermione," Ron broke the news.
"S.P.E.W. dang it! Not spew!"
It was a quick meeting indeed and nighttime came even quicker. Harry found himself, once
again, sitting in the Headquarters, trying to think whether to approach Ginny or not.
Finally, he had decided. He propelled himself upward and casually opened the door to her
bedroom. She was awake in her bed, crying a bit. There were dark blue curtains drawn over her bed
like at Fred and George's suite.
"Ginny?" Harry said quietly.
She wiped her tears hastily. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I'm sorry for ignoring you..."
"It's fine, now leave," she said abruptly.
"I'm sorry," Harry started. "I can't leave now. I have something important to ask you."
Harry walked over to her bed and climbed atop it. She looked flushed.
"Ginny..." Harry said and took her hands in his. "I've been a jerk... When I made that pact, I
didn't think I would see you and then end up liking you."
She smiled weakly.
"I take that pact back. Your perfect– for me that is. I need you in my life," Harry said. Ginny
got out from underneath the covers. "And want I want to ask you is... well– you know... will you be
with me?"
Ginny smiled. "Of course... You're the person I constantly think about. So– were together
now? No more pacts?" she asked.
"I don't know," he grinned. "Does this answer your question?"
Harry leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She looked surprised but kissed him back. Harry
was breathing rapidly and Ginny had her hands on his waist. It seemed to get a little steamy during
that period of time. Harry stopped kissing Ginny and crawled around her to lean against the wall. He
touched Ginny's hand to bring her closer. She pulled herself up and went over to him. He turned her
around and she sat in his lap. He put his arm around her waist and began to kiss her neck. The smile
that Ginny smiled was unlike no other. It was a grin of satisfaction of fulfillment.