Ginny, Hermione and Harry retreated down the bland, beige hallway. Harry stopped abruptly at the first door, causing Ginny to step on the back of Harry's foot.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, touching his shoulder. A tingling went up and down both Harry's and Ginny's spines, Ginny quickly retreated her hand.
"It's nothing Ginny." Harry said, quickly opening the door. "This is the guest bedroom, in case you guys want to stay overnight or anything." Ginny looked inside, this room was painted a warm brown, different from the sterle walls in the rest of the apartment. A large canopy bed sat against the wall, a window shined the fall sun on the mattress.
"It's a lovely bed, the other owners just left it here?" Hermione said, circling the room. Harry nodded.
"Everything but the couches were here already, c'mon, the next room is Ron's." Hermione raised her eyebrows as they approached the next door.
"Ron's living with you?" Hermione said quizzically. Harry nodded.
"Off and on, he said. At least until his dad's job starts next spring." Ginny nodded.
"Dad pulled some strings, so we're all most likely getting jobs. I've been bunking with the family, until I find somewhere to stay." Harry turned around towards Ginny.
"Er, you could stay here, I mean, when you want to. The guest room probably won't be used much." Hermione seemed to ignore the converstation, instead, she went into the next room.
"I guess this will be Ron's." She said, looking around. Harry nodded.
"Mine's across the hall, the other one's the bathroom." He said, turning back towards the den. "I better start unpacking, Ron will be apperating at 2." He approached a cardboard box on the counter. Ginny favored the den most of all, the kitchenette stood in the corner of the room, by the hallway. She opened the fridge door, finding three cold butterbeers. She pulled up a stool and sipped her drink, watching Hermione and Harry sort through the boxes. Hermione looked towards Ginny, rolling her eyes.
"If your going to drink, you can, first of all, give us one, and second of all, help unpack!" Ginny took the two beers and handed one to Hermione.
"Thanks." Hermione said, gulping down about half of it. She walked nervously over to Harry, tapping his shoulder. His eyes met hers, they both felt their faces turn red. Harry took the drink carefully.
"Thanks." He said, Ginny nodded and opened a box, hoping Hermione didn't see anything. She hadn't, instead, she was dusting the shelves over the small fireplace in the corner.
"How can you live in this?" Hermione said, sneezing now and then from the dust flying through the air. Harry didn't respond, instead, he was watching Ginny laying out rugs around the room, pushing her straight, beautiful hair behind her ear. Ginny caught his eye, they both once again blushed and grinned. Harry could swear she was more beautiful every time he looked at her.
Hermione wiped a drip of sweat off her face, it was almost 3, and Ron still hadn't arrived.
"Where in the blazes is he?" She said, unpacking the last of the boxes. Harry shrugged, sitting on the couch.
"Maybe something came up, who knows?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I better get going, I need to get some things at the library." She said, grabbing her purse. "You coming, Gin?" Ginny was sitting on the other couch, opposite from Harry.
"I know how to apparate, I catch up later." She said, quickly glancing at Harry. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Well, okay. I'll see you soon, Harry. I'll send you an owl if I'm free for lunch." She said, opening the door. Harry nodded, smiled and waved.
"Nice seeing you, Herm." She smiled and waved back and exited, a large thump a second later signaled her apparation. Harry looked towards Ginny, looking a bit nervous.
"Ginny, If I ever make you feel the tinest bit uncomfortable, tell me." He said, sitting upwards. Ginny looked into his eyes, blushing redder than ever.
"You don't Harry, I just...I need to tell you something." Harry gulped loudly, if she could see he liked her, she might not like him. He got up and sat a little bit distance away from her on the other couch. She turned to him, fiddling once again with the hanging string.
"Ever since I saw you at the house, I've always liked you. I always thought you liked Hermione, which, well..." Ginny bit her lip. Harry touched her hand, which was gripping her kneecap.
"I did like Hermione, yeah. But things change Ginny, and we're just friends now." Ginny looked up at him, eyes getting a little misty.
"But Harry, I..." she breathed in deeply, building her courage. "I lo-like you, I always have. I was always to afraid to tell you. You saved me, Harry." Harry knew, but nevered thought of it that way.
"I did what I thought was right, I couldn't let you die Ginny, and..." He leaned a bit closer, unknowlingly. "I like you, too." They both leaned closer, until their lips touched.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, touching his shoulder. A tingling went up and down both Harry's and Ginny's spines, Ginny quickly retreated her hand.
"It's nothing Ginny." Harry said, quickly opening the door. "This is the guest bedroom, in case you guys want to stay overnight or anything." Ginny looked inside, this room was painted a warm brown, different from the sterle walls in the rest of the apartment. A large canopy bed sat against the wall, a window shined the fall sun on the mattress.
"It's a lovely bed, the other owners just left it here?" Hermione said, circling the room. Harry nodded.
"Everything but the couches were here already, c'mon, the next room is Ron's." Hermione raised her eyebrows as they approached the next door.
"Ron's living with you?" Hermione said quizzically. Harry nodded.
"Off and on, he said. At least until his dad's job starts next spring." Ginny nodded.
"Dad pulled some strings, so we're all most likely getting jobs. I've been bunking with the family, until I find somewhere to stay." Harry turned around towards Ginny.
"Er, you could stay here, I mean, when you want to. The guest room probably won't be used much." Hermione seemed to ignore the converstation, instead, she went into the next room.
"I guess this will be Ron's." She said, looking around. Harry nodded.
"Mine's across the hall, the other one's the bathroom." He said, turning back towards the den. "I better start unpacking, Ron will be apperating at 2." He approached a cardboard box on the counter. Ginny favored the den most of all, the kitchenette stood in the corner of the room, by the hallway. She opened the fridge door, finding three cold butterbeers. She pulled up a stool and sipped her drink, watching Hermione and Harry sort through the boxes. Hermione looked towards Ginny, rolling her eyes.
"If your going to drink, you can, first of all, give us one, and second of all, help unpack!" Ginny took the two beers and handed one to Hermione.
"Thanks." Hermione said, gulping down about half of it. She walked nervously over to Harry, tapping his shoulder. His eyes met hers, they both felt their faces turn red. Harry took the drink carefully.
"Thanks." He said, Ginny nodded and opened a box, hoping Hermione didn't see anything. She hadn't, instead, she was dusting the shelves over the small fireplace in the corner.
"How can you live in this?" Hermione said, sneezing now and then from the dust flying through the air. Harry didn't respond, instead, he was watching Ginny laying out rugs around the room, pushing her straight, beautiful hair behind her ear. Ginny caught his eye, they both once again blushed and grinned. Harry could swear she was more beautiful every time he looked at her.
Hermione wiped a drip of sweat off her face, it was almost 3, and Ron still hadn't arrived.
"Where in the blazes is he?" She said, unpacking the last of the boxes. Harry shrugged, sitting on the couch.
"Maybe something came up, who knows?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I better get going, I need to get some things at the library." She said, grabbing her purse. "You coming, Gin?" Ginny was sitting on the other couch, opposite from Harry.
"I know how to apparate, I catch up later." She said, quickly glancing at Harry. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Well, okay. I'll see you soon, Harry. I'll send you an owl if I'm free for lunch." She said, opening the door. Harry nodded, smiled and waved.
"Nice seeing you, Herm." She smiled and waved back and exited, a large thump a second later signaled her apparation. Harry looked towards Ginny, looking a bit nervous.
"Ginny, If I ever make you feel the tinest bit uncomfortable, tell me." He said, sitting upwards. Ginny looked into his eyes, blushing redder than ever.
"You don't Harry, I just...I need to tell you something." Harry gulped loudly, if she could see he liked her, she might not like him. He got up and sat a little bit distance away from her on the other couch. She turned to him, fiddling once again with the hanging string.
"Ever since I saw you at the house, I've always liked you. I always thought you liked Hermione, which, well..." Ginny bit her lip. Harry touched her hand, which was gripping her kneecap.
"I did like Hermione, yeah. But things change Ginny, and we're just friends now." Ginny looked up at him, eyes getting a little misty.
"But Harry, I..." she breathed in deeply, building her courage. "I lo-like you, I always have. I was always to afraid to tell you. You saved me, Harry." Harry knew, but nevered thought of it that way.
"I did what I thought was right, I couldn't let you die Ginny, and..." He leaned a bit closer, unknowlingly. "I like you, too." They both leaned closer, until their lips touched.