Disclaimer: I don't own anything (except the plot but you needn't worry Mr.
Warner and his brother, there isn't much of a plot); all characters are J.K
Rowling's, except a few of my own! Please don't sue me; I'm broke!
Authors Note: Sorry about the wait- again. I have no excuse- please forgive me. If you do forgive me - review. If you hate me- review
But this time it was delayed cos of the swap thing to FanPress.net or whatever it is and it was ready on Saturday. Oh, my writers' block may have had something to do with it.
WARNING: JUST WATCHED AUSTIN POWERS (Yeah Baby!!!) SPY WHO SHAGGED ME!!! BEWARE: EXCESSIVE USE OF THE WORD FRICKEN ("Laser")
Chapter 5: NO!!!! DO NOT OPEN THE FRICKEN CURTAINS
Boxing Day:
Harry intended to spend today like he did every year; watch video's all day and wonder why Ron and Hermione weren't owling him. It wasn't like he could owl them because he had left Hedwig with them when he left.
If only he had a shopping channel then his sad life would be complete.
He flicked over and decided to watch a made for TV film about a dog with cancer and got around on a wheelchair. The only other choice was some children's morning programme where the presenters seem to be on some kind of sugar high.
The apartment was now tidier than it had ever been when Harry lived here. The floor was devoid of any kind of socks or clothes and he had finally found a way open the windows without a crow bar. The kitchen also way free of any real mess, a box of corn flakes don't REALLY count, because as soon as Paige left a couple of day's earlier he went straight in there and cleaned all the dishes and brushed all the dust of the cleaning products he brought for some unexplainable reason.
He had become VERY tempted into using magic when he found the remains of beans on toast crusted onto a plate.
Paige.
That was another thing.
He couldn't really do the stuff he used to but he wasn't exactly sad about this. At least now he had someone to talk to and stop being the hermit he was. And it wasn't like he came home with girls all the time.
~* Ginny POV*~
Her eyes flew open.
This wasn't her room- this room was different. Bigger, bluer and much much nicer.
Throwing off the covers she ran into her new en-suite and peered out of the window properly for the first time. She didn't have the chance last night because she was spending all her time making 'James' put on a paper Christmas hat and get a photo of it.
She was surprised how well she got on with Harry again- it was as if there wasn't two years separating them. On several occasions she had to stop herself calling him Harry and once she didn't respond when he yelled Paige. She ought to be used to it now after two years but now she saw Harry again it brought back memories of her old life. When she was Ginny Weasley.
Watching a group of kids play tag for a while in the park then she shuffled out of the bathroom and into her new room. She leaned on the door way and sighed happily- she couldn't help it.
There were still some boxes to sort out but apart from that- this felt like home more tan Manchester ever did. And she's only been here a day and a half.
Still smiling. She slipped her slippers on and shuffled into the living room enjoying sliding about on the wooden floors.
Gliding into the living room she noticed Harry just sitting on the dusty out sofa watching the television blankly. If he had his mouth open it wouldn't look out of place.
She squinted at his eyes hoping seeing him this early in the morning that he would have not bothered to put his contacts in. As lovely as he looked with brown eyes- it didn't seem right on him. But no such look- they were brown.
"Damn," she cursed softly and Harry looked around as if he was just waking up from a daydream. He caught her eye and smiled half heartedly,
"Hey," he whispered hoarsely, waving hello, "Sleep aright last night?"
Slumping down next to Harry bouncing slightly. Harry groaned and clutched his head,
She didn't have to say anything the puzzled look on her face said it all,
"Late night, beer, too much turkey," he said dumbly- it was obviously too early for complex sentences. 'Hey sleep alright?' seemed to be his limit. Now she understood why all the curtains were closed.
December 28th:
Harry POV:
It was hard work having a roommate after so many years of living the life of a lonely bachelor.
He had to put his contacts on and find a why to cover up his scar without magic and he dreaded to think if anyone came in and saw all the muggle foundation and concealer in his bathroom cupboard.
And this was before he could lay his hands on a mug of tea- and people get cranky if their tea-less in the morning (A/N: My brother) Harry being no exception. It was a matter of time before he slipped up.
But apart from having to hide his identity and everything, living with Paige was much better than living on his own. The past few days' they had just been a blur and he and Paige were now at the point that they were relaxed around each other. It wasn't like someone was visiting and he had to be on best behaviour he could be himself- more or less.
He now knew little of her past- she had moved down form Manchester which when he heard it made him drop the mug of tea he was carrying in. When he came in from the kitchen he saw her hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand saying 'Crap, Crap, Crap'. She had to move down with her work, lawyer but when he asked her where all her book and papers where she merely shrugged and said they were at the office.
~* Ginny POV *~
She really had no idea that Harry was so inquisitive. He was never like this to her a couple of years ago. But then again a couple of years ago he wasn't so quite, so reserved and he never woke up in the middle of the night breathing heavily and yelling 'Weasley'. She had heard him on Christmas night at about ten past one when she was getting a glass of water and his room was next to the kitchen.
She knew he had them before but this time it was different. It hit home - quite literately. He had been the one who had told her about her parent's murder, he had been the one to comfort her and he had been the one who had protected her.
::: Flashback :::
Hey there you've reached Ginny's answer phone sing your song after the beep!
*BEEP*
"Hey Ginny you there?"
Harry's worried voice came floating into her mind waking her up from a bliss full daydream in her bubble bath. Her world just then was free of Deatheaters, murders and deadlines.
"Ginny? Ginny. C'mon just pick the fucking phone up!"
Ginny poked her head out of the bath to get a better listen to the message; it wasn't like Harry to swear unnecessary.
"Please Ginny- I know your there just get out of the bath you lazy git."
"Buggar off," she thought lazily as she sank into the water, emerging her entire head in the warm bath water that she had just poured. But after about thirty seconds the phone automatically disconnected, leaving Harry's curses mid-sentence.
Smiling in relieve, she pulled all the hair out of her face and rubbed the shampoo into it a little more. She cupped her hands and blew some bubble through the open door and down the hallway in the general direction of the phone; can nobody be left alone on a Saturday afternoon?
The phone started ringing again.
Apparently not.
With one last sigh she gave up and stood up, there was just no peace for the wicked, and doged in and out of the candles that littered that floor of her bathroom. She grabbed a towel of the radiator and shuffled across the landing leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet behind her. She didn't really want another message like that especially as her father sometimes noses about the answer machine.
Wiping her hand on the towel that covered her, she picked up the receiver,
She opened her mouth to say hello but was cut of,
"Ginny? Is that you?"
It was Harry again; boy he doesn't give up easily.
"Yep, the one and only," she replied leaning against the radiator, that was by the phone stand in the hall, to keep warm. Harry sounded really stressed, it hadn't been her fault that there was a power cut- that was why there where so many candles in the bathroom and the boiler had been the only thing on.
"Ginny," he stammered on the other end of the phone, "It's, it's, it's."
Something was really up; it wasn't very often that Harry was lost for words.
But she wasn't concerned; she had just had a lavender bubble bath- her head was swimming. She merely laughed,
"Spit it out Harry," she joked,
"It's your parents Ginny,"
The bottom fell out of her stomach and she dropped the phone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You know I could have left it as a clifffie you know but I'm kinda scared of some of you. But come on- this is the fifth page so I think I will leave it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Review and you'll find out what else happens on that eventful day and you'll find out why Ron hates Ginny so much and why she had to run.
Authors Note: Sorry about the wait- again. I have no excuse- please forgive me. If you do forgive me - review. If you hate me- review
But this time it was delayed cos of the swap thing to FanPress.net or whatever it is and it was ready on Saturday. Oh, my writers' block may have had something to do with it.
WARNING: JUST WATCHED AUSTIN POWERS (Yeah Baby!!!) SPY WHO SHAGGED ME!!! BEWARE: EXCESSIVE USE OF THE WORD FRICKEN ("Laser")
Chapter 5: NO!!!! DO NOT OPEN THE FRICKEN CURTAINS
Boxing Day:
Harry intended to spend today like he did every year; watch video's all day and wonder why Ron and Hermione weren't owling him. It wasn't like he could owl them because he had left Hedwig with them when he left.
If only he had a shopping channel then his sad life would be complete.
He flicked over and decided to watch a made for TV film about a dog with cancer and got around on a wheelchair. The only other choice was some children's morning programme where the presenters seem to be on some kind of sugar high.
The apartment was now tidier than it had ever been when Harry lived here. The floor was devoid of any kind of socks or clothes and he had finally found a way open the windows without a crow bar. The kitchen also way free of any real mess, a box of corn flakes don't REALLY count, because as soon as Paige left a couple of day's earlier he went straight in there and cleaned all the dishes and brushed all the dust of the cleaning products he brought for some unexplainable reason.
He had become VERY tempted into using magic when he found the remains of beans on toast crusted onto a plate.
Paige.
That was another thing.
He couldn't really do the stuff he used to but he wasn't exactly sad about this. At least now he had someone to talk to and stop being the hermit he was. And it wasn't like he came home with girls all the time.
~* Ginny POV*~
Her eyes flew open.
This wasn't her room- this room was different. Bigger, bluer and much much nicer.
Throwing off the covers she ran into her new en-suite and peered out of the window properly for the first time. She didn't have the chance last night because she was spending all her time making 'James' put on a paper Christmas hat and get a photo of it.
She was surprised how well she got on with Harry again- it was as if there wasn't two years separating them. On several occasions she had to stop herself calling him Harry and once she didn't respond when he yelled Paige. She ought to be used to it now after two years but now she saw Harry again it brought back memories of her old life. When she was Ginny Weasley.
Watching a group of kids play tag for a while in the park then she shuffled out of the bathroom and into her new room. She leaned on the door way and sighed happily- she couldn't help it.
There were still some boxes to sort out but apart from that- this felt like home more tan Manchester ever did. And she's only been here a day and a half.
Still smiling. She slipped her slippers on and shuffled into the living room enjoying sliding about on the wooden floors.
Gliding into the living room she noticed Harry just sitting on the dusty out sofa watching the television blankly. If he had his mouth open it wouldn't look out of place.
She squinted at his eyes hoping seeing him this early in the morning that he would have not bothered to put his contacts in. As lovely as he looked with brown eyes- it didn't seem right on him. But no such look- they were brown.
"Damn," she cursed softly and Harry looked around as if he was just waking up from a daydream. He caught her eye and smiled half heartedly,
"Hey," he whispered hoarsely, waving hello, "Sleep aright last night?"
Slumping down next to Harry bouncing slightly. Harry groaned and clutched his head,
She didn't have to say anything the puzzled look on her face said it all,
"Late night, beer, too much turkey," he said dumbly- it was obviously too early for complex sentences. 'Hey sleep alright?' seemed to be his limit. Now she understood why all the curtains were closed.
December 28th:
Harry POV:
It was hard work having a roommate after so many years of living the life of a lonely bachelor.
He had to put his contacts on and find a why to cover up his scar without magic and he dreaded to think if anyone came in and saw all the muggle foundation and concealer in his bathroom cupboard.
And this was before he could lay his hands on a mug of tea- and people get cranky if their tea-less in the morning (A/N: My brother) Harry being no exception. It was a matter of time before he slipped up.
But apart from having to hide his identity and everything, living with Paige was much better than living on his own. The past few days' they had just been a blur and he and Paige were now at the point that they were relaxed around each other. It wasn't like someone was visiting and he had to be on best behaviour he could be himself- more or less.
He now knew little of her past- she had moved down form Manchester which when he heard it made him drop the mug of tea he was carrying in. When he came in from the kitchen he saw her hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand saying 'Crap, Crap, Crap'. She had to move down with her work, lawyer but when he asked her where all her book and papers where she merely shrugged and said they were at the office.
~* Ginny POV *~
She really had no idea that Harry was so inquisitive. He was never like this to her a couple of years ago. But then again a couple of years ago he wasn't so quite, so reserved and he never woke up in the middle of the night breathing heavily and yelling 'Weasley'. She had heard him on Christmas night at about ten past one when she was getting a glass of water and his room was next to the kitchen.
She knew he had them before but this time it was different. It hit home - quite literately. He had been the one who had told her about her parent's murder, he had been the one to comfort her and he had been the one who had protected her.
::: Flashback :::
Hey there you've reached Ginny's answer phone sing your song after the beep!
*BEEP*
"Hey Ginny you there?"
Harry's worried voice came floating into her mind waking her up from a bliss full daydream in her bubble bath. Her world just then was free of Deatheaters, murders and deadlines.
"Ginny? Ginny. C'mon just pick the fucking phone up!"
Ginny poked her head out of the bath to get a better listen to the message; it wasn't like Harry to swear unnecessary.
"Please Ginny- I know your there just get out of the bath you lazy git."
"Buggar off," she thought lazily as she sank into the water, emerging her entire head in the warm bath water that she had just poured. But after about thirty seconds the phone automatically disconnected, leaving Harry's curses mid-sentence.
Smiling in relieve, she pulled all the hair out of her face and rubbed the shampoo into it a little more. She cupped her hands and blew some bubble through the open door and down the hallway in the general direction of the phone; can nobody be left alone on a Saturday afternoon?
The phone started ringing again.
Apparently not.
With one last sigh she gave up and stood up, there was just no peace for the wicked, and doged in and out of the candles that littered that floor of her bathroom. She grabbed a towel of the radiator and shuffled across the landing leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet behind her. She didn't really want another message like that especially as her father sometimes noses about the answer machine.
Wiping her hand on the towel that covered her, she picked up the receiver,
She opened her mouth to say hello but was cut of,
"Ginny? Is that you?"
It was Harry again; boy he doesn't give up easily.
"Yep, the one and only," she replied leaning against the radiator, that was by the phone stand in the hall, to keep warm. Harry sounded really stressed, it hadn't been her fault that there was a power cut- that was why there where so many candles in the bathroom and the boiler had been the only thing on.
"Ginny," he stammered on the other end of the phone, "It's, it's, it's."
Something was really up; it wasn't very often that Harry was lost for words.
But she wasn't concerned; she had just had a lavender bubble bath- her head was swimming. She merely laughed,
"Spit it out Harry," she joked,
"It's your parents Ginny,"
The bottom fell out of her stomach and she dropped the phone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You know I could have left it as a clifffie you know but I'm kinda scared of some of you. But come on- this is the fifth page so I think I will leave it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Review and you'll find out what else happens on that eventful day and you'll find out why Ron hates Ginny so much and why she had to run.