"Ron, breathe," Ginny instructed. "Mum isn't going to get that mad. I'm
sure she'll be quite pleased as this will be her first grandchild."
"Pleased?" Ron repeated doubtfully. "She'd be pleased if Hermione where out of school or at least married."
Ginny cocked a single eyebrow at him with a look to accompany it. "Married, you say?"
Ron glared at her and glanced quickly at Hermione to see if she'd heard. Hermione was, of course, deep inside a book. She was studying even harder than usual, insisting that she had to take her N.E.W.T.S early thanks to missing the last few weeks of school.
Ron placed a careful arm around her, then kissed the side of her neck. She looked up startled, then smiled at the look on Ron's face. Ron continued to kiss down her throat, nibbling a bit here and there and Hermione hastily shut her book so that she could pull Ron closer to her.
Ginny made a disgusted noise. "Ever heard of modesty?" she said quite loudly, but neither heard her. She turned to Harry to give him an exasperated look.
Harry grinned at her. "If you think that's bad we'd better go before things start to heat up," Harry said quietly. Though if he had shouted Ginny doubted the two lovebirds in the corner would notice.
Ginny nodded fiercely as they both heard Hermione let out a very audible groan. Ginny jumped out of her seat and went to the door, Harry at her heels. Not as many people left for Christmas as coming on the first day of term, so there were quite a few empty compartments. Ginny and Harry entered one of these.
It seemed as if the minute they entered the compartment's temperature rose, making it uncomfortably hot. Ginny was also suddenly aware of the fact that Harry was so close to her . . . alone. They really hadn't been alone since he had kissed her. They had both pretended it never happened and nothing was that awkward. Though Ginny suspected that Hermione did notice something was up.
"Er . . ." Harry began. He looked straight at her, which was a huge mistake. Harry felt as if some force more powerful than him was keeping his eyes locked to hers, a fire opened up in his heart and his stomach felt weak and pleasure-filled at the same time.
"Yeah, me too," Ginny said softly. She sat down carefully, afraid that she'd fall as her legs felt very weak all of a sudden. She thought of something quickly and put on as innocent a look as possible. "Harry?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Well . . ." Ginny paused and pretended to look like she was considering her first words. "You're like my older brother's best friend. I'm like your best friend's little sister. Am I right?"
"I guess." Harry seemed a bit concerned about what she was saying. "What do you mean?"
"Well, there isn't *really* anything between us, right? We can just be . . . friends?"
"Do you want that?"
"If you do."
"Then I do."
"Good." Ginny paused a second more. "Harry?"
"Yes, Gin?"
"Well . . . since we're just friends . . . there's nothing between us, you know. Well, I'm a little concerned about . . . some things. Maybe I could practice on you?" Ginny said the last bit quickly and looked quickly at her hands.
Harry scooted a bit closer and his voice was lower. "What kind of things?"
Ginny looked up to him, eyes bright and slightly dialated. "Kissing . . . touching . . . those types of things," she said, her own voice incredibly low. "It wouldn't mean anything either," she added quickly. "So really we're just *practicing* for when we get real boyfriends and girlfriends. It'll be a good learning experience."
Harry considered this. "I guess . . . it'd be helping you, my best friends baby sister. Aren't I supposed to help you with things?"
"You should," Ginny said matter-of-factly. "I mean, I don't know what to do when a boy touches me and--"
"A boy shouldn't be touching you," Harry interrupted.
Ginny smirked slightly. "Still, it would be good to learn. Maybe you should try--"
Harry interrupted her by scooting even closer to her. He leaned slowly downwards and Ginny put one of her hands on his neck to help lead his lips to her own in a burst of fiery passion that quickly led to Harry practically pushing Ginny onto her back with him on top of her.
* * * * *
Ron, meanwhile, was caught up in Hermione, in the same position. Of course, he was being a bit more daring than Harry and his hands were in places that no respectable boy should put them in public. Ron didn't care though, and Hermione didn't seem to mind anyways.
Somebody cleared their throat and Ron reluctantly pulled up enough to see who was at the front of their compartment. Hermione turned too, panting slightly.
"Er . . . didn't mean to interrupt," Neville was saying awkwardly. "I was just wondering if--"
"Haven't seen Trevor," Ron interrupted. He looked around suddenly. "Where did Harry and Ginny go?"
Neville blushed. "They're in a compartment down a little ways. I was looking for Trevor when I walked in on them."
"Oh." Ron frowned slightly. "Okay. Hey, Neville, we've been kind of out of it, do you know how much longer it will be before we arrive at the station."
"Five minutes," Neville said.
"What?" Hermione demanded. "But we were only about ten minutes into the trip when . . . oh, wow, Ron."
"I know." Ron grinned suggestively at her. Neville slipped away at this moment, seeing that the two were more absorbed in each other than talking to him.
"Oh, I was going to study!" Hermione said, her voice high as she pushed Ron off of the top of her and searched desperately for the book she'd thrown down earlier. "Where was it? Oh, I'm definately going to fail my N.E.W.T.S!"
Ron rolled his eyes, accepting that he would get nowhere with her. "I'm going to go find Harry and Ginny. Probably should apologize . . ." Ron trailed off as he left the compartment and began looking in various compartments near him.
"Ron!"
Ron turned around. "Harry. Ginny. Where have you two been?"
"Well, you two were making some strange noises so we decided to find a sepearte compartment," Ginny answered. Her cheeks seemed a bit pink and her lips were very red.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Do you have a new lipstick on?"
Ginny put a hand to her lips. "Yes, does it look bad?" she lied. Ron knew she never wore makeup except on special occasions.
"It's just very . . . red." Ron shrugged. "Let's get back to our compartment. Hermione's studying again and we only have five minutes. Probably nearly two or three now."
"Neville told us," Harry answered. His cheeks seemed a bit pink too.
Ron shrugged at this and led Ginny and Harry back to Hermione, who was avidly reading a thick volume, her lips moving as she whispered the words.
"So, do you think Mum will kill me immediately or wait until I open presents?" Ron asked brightly.
"Oh, do stop," Ginny said, slapping him slightly. "Mum will be mad . . . but she'll blow over and fuss over Hermione. How far along is Hermione?"
"Four months," Hermione answered. She slammed her book shut with finality. "I can't concentrate -- I keep thinking of Mrs. Weasley."
"You know how she is," Harry said comforting.
"Yes, I do," Hermione said pointedly.
"She won't be hard on you," Ron said reassuringly. The train began to slow down bumpily and Ron put his hands on either side of Hermione's face. "I love you, always remember that. And-and if I don't make it, be sure to tell the baby I love him too." Then Ron pulled Hermione in for a passionate but brief kiss.
Ginny grinned at the stupidity of her brother, then exchanged a look with Harry.
"Would all of the students please evacutate the train," a voice over the intercom said smoothly.
The four friends stood, sharing apprehensive looks, then began in a straight line down to the end of the train, bags in hand. Harry must have swung his around his back for Ginny suddenly felt his warm hands on either side of her hips and then he pressed himself briefly against her. Ginny felt a little thrill go through her and the thought didn't enter her mind that they would be trying to keep a secret relationship hidden in the Burrow with all of her brothers around.
Ron looked around suddenly when they got off the train and his eyes fell onto a familiar plump woman, eyes narrowing as she recognized her son. "Oh, look. It's Mum," Ron said glumly. Then he whispered once more, "Remember I love you guys. Harry, I leave you all of my Chudley Cannons stuff. Ginny, you can have all of my socks."
"Harry, dear, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley's cheerful voice rang out as the four came into hearing distance.
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Haley's Notes: Thank you for the reviews. And I *am* sorry that this was shorter than usual, I know it is. But then, what can you write about a train trip? I'm trying to add a mix of Ron/Herm and Harry/Gin, because I like it better that way. And lately I've actually been thinking of a Harry/Ginny spinoff I'm going to do after Hermione's baby comes and this fic is over. Don't worry! It won't be fore quite awhile since it took 14 chapters for her to get to her fourth month. As for reviews: can I have 190? Pretty please?
Thanks for the wooden spoon tip -- it really is better than flowers. Which, by the way, are starting to die. You know, sometimes I feel like an airhead . . . I want to brag about the fact that I got two new pairs of shoes and went shopping for hours today:)
You know, reading all of these HP fics that are written mostly by Brits, I've noticed that I'm actually starting write in British. I was about to call my mom 'mum' and I keep adding those extra 'u's (i.e. beavioUr, coloUr), also, I keep putting 's's where I normally put 'z's (i.e. pratise, and another common word I can't remember)
Anyways, I got two fish today! They're goldfish, but they're cool. One is white with an orange head, that seems female so I named her Lily. The other is orange with black tips, a male obviously, so I named him James. Cute, eh?
Yes, I think that's it. Oh, wait! Have any of you seen the old, 1985 movie *The Breakfast Club*? If not, I simply love that movie -- it's bloody hilarious. (Yet another British word I keep using.) Oh, and have you ever had chocolate covered espresso beans? They're so yummy! Laura and I went to a coffee shop at the mall today and ate some of those. It was so wild -- we got really hyper since she usually drinks caffiene free drinks and I gave up Coke for Lent and haven't had caffiene in a couple weeks. We couldn't stop laughing -- about the stupidest things . . . it really felt like we were high. A very cool feeling. (Not that I would know, of course . . .;)
~Haley
P.S. Once again sorry for the spelling mistakes. They may be funny -- though embarassing. I'm just so impulsive that I don't check. But don't worry -- as soon as Rogue Angel is done with her moving, she offered to be my beta reader. Maybe then my spelling will be better. Besides, after I win my $200 I can buy more memory then instal Word where I'll have spell check. That can help to a certain degree. Also, could anyone tell me how to put bold and italics on this? It's getting annoying with the *stars*.
"Pleased?" Ron repeated doubtfully. "She'd be pleased if Hermione where out of school or at least married."
Ginny cocked a single eyebrow at him with a look to accompany it. "Married, you say?"
Ron glared at her and glanced quickly at Hermione to see if she'd heard. Hermione was, of course, deep inside a book. She was studying even harder than usual, insisting that she had to take her N.E.W.T.S early thanks to missing the last few weeks of school.
Ron placed a careful arm around her, then kissed the side of her neck. She looked up startled, then smiled at the look on Ron's face. Ron continued to kiss down her throat, nibbling a bit here and there and Hermione hastily shut her book so that she could pull Ron closer to her.
Ginny made a disgusted noise. "Ever heard of modesty?" she said quite loudly, but neither heard her. She turned to Harry to give him an exasperated look.
Harry grinned at her. "If you think that's bad we'd better go before things start to heat up," Harry said quietly. Though if he had shouted Ginny doubted the two lovebirds in the corner would notice.
Ginny nodded fiercely as they both heard Hermione let out a very audible groan. Ginny jumped out of her seat and went to the door, Harry at her heels. Not as many people left for Christmas as coming on the first day of term, so there were quite a few empty compartments. Ginny and Harry entered one of these.
It seemed as if the minute they entered the compartment's temperature rose, making it uncomfortably hot. Ginny was also suddenly aware of the fact that Harry was so close to her . . . alone. They really hadn't been alone since he had kissed her. They had both pretended it never happened and nothing was that awkward. Though Ginny suspected that Hermione did notice something was up.
"Er . . ." Harry began. He looked straight at her, which was a huge mistake. Harry felt as if some force more powerful than him was keeping his eyes locked to hers, a fire opened up in his heart and his stomach felt weak and pleasure-filled at the same time.
"Yeah, me too," Ginny said softly. She sat down carefully, afraid that she'd fall as her legs felt very weak all of a sudden. She thought of something quickly and put on as innocent a look as possible. "Harry?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Well . . ." Ginny paused and pretended to look like she was considering her first words. "You're like my older brother's best friend. I'm like your best friend's little sister. Am I right?"
"I guess." Harry seemed a bit concerned about what she was saying. "What do you mean?"
"Well, there isn't *really* anything between us, right? We can just be . . . friends?"
"Do you want that?"
"If you do."
"Then I do."
"Good." Ginny paused a second more. "Harry?"
"Yes, Gin?"
"Well . . . since we're just friends . . . there's nothing between us, you know. Well, I'm a little concerned about . . . some things. Maybe I could practice on you?" Ginny said the last bit quickly and looked quickly at her hands.
Harry scooted a bit closer and his voice was lower. "What kind of things?"
Ginny looked up to him, eyes bright and slightly dialated. "Kissing . . . touching . . . those types of things," she said, her own voice incredibly low. "It wouldn't mean anything either," she added quickly. "So really we're just *practicing* for when we get real boyfriends and girlfriends. It'll be a good learning experience."
Harry considered this. "I guess . . . it'd be helping you, my best friends baby sister. Aren't I supposed to help you with things?"
"You should," Ginny said matter-of-factly. "I mean, I don't know what to do when a boy touches me and--"
"A boy shouldn't be touching you," Harry interrupted.
Ginny smirked slightly. "Still, it would be good to learn. Maybe you should try--"
Harry interrupted her by scooting even closer to her. He leaned slowly downwards and Ginny put one of her hands on his neck to help lead his lips to her own in a burst of fiery passion that quickly led to Harry practically pushing Ginny onto her back with him on top of her.
* * * * *
Ron, meanwhile, was caught up in Hermione, in the same position. Of course, he was being a bit more daring than Harry and his hands were in places that no respectable boy should put them in public. Ron didn't care though, and Hermione didn't seem to mind anyways.
Somebody cleared their throat and Ron reluctantly pulled up enough to see who was at the front of their compartment. Hermione turned too, panting slightly.
"Er . . . didn't mean to interrupt," Neville was saying awkwardly. "I was just wondering if--"
"Haven't seen Trevor," Ron interrupted. He looked around suddenly. "Where did Harry and Ginny go?"
Neville blushed. "They're in a compartment down a little ways. I was looking for Trevor when I walked in on them."
"Oh." Ron frowned slightly. "Okay. Hey, Neville, we've been kind of out of it, do you know how much longer it will be before we arrive at the station."
"Five minutes," Neville said.
"What?" Hermione demanded. "But we were only about ten minutes into the trip when . . . oh, wow, Ron."
"I know." Ron grinned suggestively at her. Neville slipped away at this moment, seeing that the two were more absorbed in each other than talking to him.
"Oh, I was going to study!" Hermione said, her voice high as she pushed Ron off of the top of her and searched desperately for the book she'd thrown down earlier. "Where was it? Oh, I'm definately going to fail my N.E.W.T.S!"
Ron rolled his eyes, accepting that he would get nowhere with her. "I'm going to go find Harry and Ginny. Probably should apologize . . ." Ron trailed off as he left the compartment and began looking in various compartments near him.
"Ron!"
Ron turned around. "Harry. Ginny. Where have you two been?"
"Well, you two were making some strange noises so we decided to find a sepearte compartment," Ginny answered. Her cheeks seemed a bit pink and her lips were very red.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Do you have a new lipstick on?"
Ginny put a hand to her lips. "Yes, does it look bad?" she lied. Ron knew she never wore makeup except on special occasions.
"It's just very . . . red." Ron shrugged. "Let's get back to our compartment. Hermione's studying again and we only have five minutes. Probably nearly two or three now."
"Neville told us," Harry answered. His cheeks seemed a bit pink too.
Ron shrugged at this and led Ginny and Harry back to Hermione, who was avidly reading a thick volume, her lips moving as she whispered the words.
"So, do you think Mum will kill me immediately or wait until I open presents?" Ron asked brightly.
"Oh, do stop," Ginny said, slapping him slightly. "Mum will be mad . . . but she'll blow over and fuss over Hermione. How far along is Hermione?"
"Four months," Hermione answered. She slammed her book shut with finality. "I can't concentrate -- I keep thinking of Mrs. Weasley."
"You know how she is," Harry said comforting.
"Yes, I do," Hermione said pointedly.
"She won't be hard on you," Ron said reassuringly. The train began to slow down bumpily and Ron put his hands on either side of Hermione's face. "I love you, always remember that. And-and if I don't make it, be sure to tell the baby I love him too." Then Ron pulled Hermione in for a passionate but brief kiss.
Ginny grinned at the stupidity of her brother, then exchanged a look with Harry.
"Would all of the students please evacutate the train," a voice over the intercom said smoothly.
The four friends stood, sharing apprehensive looks, then began in a straight line down to the end of the train, bags in hand. Harry must have swung his around his back for Ginny suddenly felt his warm hands on either side of her hips and then he pressed himself briefly against her. Ginny felt a little thrill go through her and the thought didn't enter her mind that they would be trying to keep a secret relationship hidden in the Burrow with all of her brothers around.
Ron looked around suddenly when they got off the train and his eyes fell onto a familiar plump woman, eyes narrowing as she recognized her son. "Oh, look. It's Mum," Ron said glumly. Then he whispered once more, "Remember I love you guys. Harry, I leave you all of my Chudley Cannons stuff. Ginny, you can have all of my socks."
"Harry, dear, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley's cheerful voice rang out as the four came into hearing distance.
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Haley's Notes: Thank you for the reviews. And I *am* sorry that this was shorter than usual, I know it is. But then, what can you write about a train trip? I'm trying to add a mix of Ron/Herm and Harry/Gin, because I like it better that way. And lately I've actually been thinking of a Harry/Ginny spinoff I'm going to do after Hermione's baby comes and this fic is over. Don't worry! It won't be fore quite awhile since it took 14 chapters for her to get to her fourth month. As for reviews: can I have 190? Pretty please?
Thanks for the wooden spoon tip -- it really is better than flowers. Which, by the way, are starting to die. You know, sometimes I feel like an airhead . . . I want to brag about the fact that I got two new pairs of shoes and went shopping for hours today:)
You know, reading all of these HP fics that are written mostly by Brits, I've noticed that I'm actually starting write in British. I was about to call my mom 'mum' and I keep adding those extra 'u's (i.e. beavioUr, coloUr), also, I keep putting 's's where I normally put 'z's (i.e. pratise, and another common word I can't remember)
Anyways, I got two fish today! They're goldfish, but they're cool. One is white with an orange head, that seems female so I named her Lily. The other is orange with black tips, a male obviously, so I named him James. Cute, eh?
Yes, I think that's it. Oh, wait! Have any of you seen the old, 1985 movie *The Breakfast Club*? If not, I simply love that movie -- it's bloody hilarious. (Yet another British word I keep using.) Oh, and have you ever had chocolate covered espresso beans? They're so yummy! Laura and I went to a coffee shop at the mall today and ate some of those. It was so wild -- we got really hyper since she usually drinks caffiene free drinks and I gave up Coke for Lent and haven't had caffiene in a couple weeks. We couldn't stop laughing -- about the stupidest things . . . it really felt like we were high. A very cool feeling. (Not that I would know, of course . . .;)
~Haley
P.S. Once again sorry for the spelling mistakes. They may be funny -- though embarassing. I'm just so impulsive that I don't check. But don't worry -- as soon as Rogue Angel is done with her moving, she offered to be my beta reader. Maybe then my spelling will be better. Besides, after I win my $200 I can buy more memory then instal Word where I'll have spell check. That can help to a certain degree. Also, could anyone tell me how to put bold and italics on this? It's getting annoying with the *stars*.