Love and War
Chapter Twelve: Red Rose #13 or Berry?
After much celebration at the Burrow, the party for Harry and Hermione had finally ceased. Once again, Mrs. Weasley would not let Harry or Hermione leave, so they had no choice but to stay. [The Burrow also had two other occupants, the Grangers.]
Around 10 am the next morning, the noise of people filled the Burrow once more. Seeing that last night's party went well into the next morning, many of the party goers were still sleeping or having the nasty effects of too much fire whiskey. As the day before, the smell of bacon filled the air, reaching throughout the house. But unlike before, the person cooking it was not Molly. In fact, it was Harry.
Since Harry had gotten up before any of the others, he decided that he should do something nice for his family. He crept down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he cooked eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, toast, and hash browns. Not long after he shut the gas off on the stove, there was a mob of red heads woofing down his food. Among the reds, Harry spotted the Grangers enjoying their morning breakfast. No one noticed as Harry crept back up the stairs.
Harry, walking down the hall, stopped in front of a door with the words "GINNY'S ROOM, DON'T GO IN!" painted on it. He gave a little laugh and knocked on the door. Hearing no response, he opened the door to find what he was looking for. Hermione was stretched out on the cot in Ginny's room, sleeping peacefully. As he walked closer, he almost felt bad for what he was about to do. He sat down on the parallel bed and whispered, "Hermione, it's time to get up."
Hermione began to turn and said "Five more minutes mom." Harry laughed for a minute and gently shook Hermione's arm.
Hermione slowly opened her eyelids to see Harry. She smiled, sat up and said. "Hey, Har."
"Morning Mione," Harry said, leaning in for a kiss. Once apart, Harry whispered, "Happy anniversary."
Hermione's faced dropped. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry I totally forgot." She said very embarrassed. "How could I forget our 1st anniversary?!" Hermione said to herself.
"It's ok, Mione. All I want is for you to know that this has been the best year of my life. Well, minus the whole war part" Harry said chuckling.
Hermione giggled and said, "Yeah, me too, Har."
After Hermione stopped laughing, she looked up and met Harry's eyes. She loved those green pools. She could get lost in them, sometimes. She leaned in closer and gave Harry a sweet smile. He returned the gesture and captured Hermione's lips on his own. A kiss full of love and passion filled Harry and Hermione with the tingling sensation they hungered for, since they had been apart for so much time. No doubt the kiss would have lead somewhere else, but the certain bursting open of Ginny's door ceased all actions.
Ginny, curious if Hermione was up, slipped back up the staircase to her room. Without hesitation, she opened her door, and found something she wasn't expecting. Noticing that she had interrupted something, she quickly shut the door and returned to the kitchen.
"Well, is she up?" Molly asked, sipping on a cup of tea.
Ginny smiled and said, "Oh, yeah she is definitely up."
Harry chose that time to walk into the kitchen. He bid everyone good morning and proceeded to round up some breakfast. He sat down at the table and began to chow down on his food. Every few seconds he would hear a giggle or chuckle and look up. After 4 or 5 minutes of this, Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "So, Harry, is that red rose number 13 or berry?" Ginny asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Gin, what are you talking about?" Harry asked his crazy friend.
"Well, you ought to know, your wearing it" Ginny said. Harry, who by now thought that Ginny was on a one way ticket to St. Mungo's, glanced at the silver coffee pot on the table. He did a double take and ran out of the kitchen to find the nearest bathroom.
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Chapter Twelve: Red Rose #13 or Berry?
After much celebration at the Burrow, the party for Harry and Hermione had finally ceased. Once again, Mrs. Weasley would not let Harry or Hermione leave, so they had no choice but to stay. [The Burrow also had two other occupants, the Grangers.]
Around 10 am the next morning, the noise of people filled the Burrow once more. Seeing that last night's party went well into the next morning, many of the party goers were still sleeping or having the nasty effects of too much fire whiskey. As the day before, the smell of bacon filled the air, reaching throughout the house. But unlike before, the person cooking it was not Molly. In fact, it was Harry.
Since Harry had gotten up before any of the others, he decided that he should do something nice for his family. He crept down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he cooked eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, toast, and hash browns. Not long after he shut the gas off on the stove, there was a mob of red heads woofing down his food. Among the reds, Harry spotted the Grangers enjoying their morning breakfast. No one noticed as Harry crept back up the stairs.
Harry, walking down the hall, stopped in front of a door with the words "GINNY'S ROOM, DON'T GO IN!" painted on it. He gave a little laugh and knocked on the door. Hearing no response, he opened the door to find what he was looking for. Hermione was stretched out on the cot in Ginny's room, sleeping peacefully. As he walked closer, he almost felt bad for what he was about to do. He sat down on the parallel bed and whispered, "Hermione, it's time to get up."
Hermione began to turn and said "Five more minutes mom." Harry laughed for a minute and gently shook Hermione's arm.
Hermione slowly opened her eyelids to see Harry. She smiled, sat up and said. "Hey, Har."
"Morning Mione," Harry said, leaning in for a kiss. Once apart, Harry whispered, "Happy anniversary."
Hermione's faced dropped. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry I totally forgot." She said very embarrassed. "How could I forget our 1st anniversary?!" Hermione said to herself.
"It's ok, Mione. All I want is for you to know that this has been the best year of my life. Well, minus the whole war part" Harry said chuckling.
Hermione giggled and said, "Yeah, me too, Har."
After Hermione stopped laughing, she looked up and met Harry's eyes. She loved those green pools. She could get lost in them, sometimes. She leaned in closer and gave Harry a sweet smile. He returned the gesture and captured Hermione's lips on his own. A kiss full of love and passion filled Harry and Hermione with the tingling sensation they hungered for, since they had been apart for so much time. No doubt the kiss would have lead somewhere else, but the certain bursting open of Ginny's door ceased all actions.
Ginny, curious if Hermione was up, slipped back up the staircase to her room. Without hesitation, she opened her door, and found something she wasn't expecting. Noticing that she had interrupted something, she quickly shut the door and returned to the kitchen.
"Well, is she up?" Molly asked, sipping on a cup of tea.
Ginny smiled and said, "Oh, yeah she is definitely up."
Harry chose that time to walk into the kitchen. He bid everyone good morning and proceeded to round up some breakfast. He sat down at the table and began to chow down on his food. Every few seconds he would hear a giggle or chuckle and look up. After 4 or 5 minutes of this, Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "So, Harry, is that red rose number 13 or berry?" Ginny asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Gin, what are you talking about?" Harry asked his crazy friend.
"Well, you ought to know, your wearing it" Ginny said. Harry, who by now thought that Ginny was on a one way ticket to St. Mungo's, glanced at the silver coffee pot on the table. He did a double take and ran out of the kitchen to find the nearest bathroom.
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