Ginny broke away from Harry and sat up with a surprised gasp. Harry, being
underneath Ginny, couldn't exactly see who it was, but the look on Ginny's
face told him that it wasn't good. Harry sat up, buttoning his shirt again.
His fingers fell slack however when he realized that though one person had
coughed, four people were standing in the doorway. Four people who just
happened to be Ginny's older, protective brothers.
Harry quickly buttoned his shirt and realized what it looked like with Ginny still sitting on his lap. He pushed her off quickly and turned back to Fred, George, Ron, and Percy. The silence was beginning to make him crazy and he wished that someone would just say something.
"Well," Percy finally said in as scandalized a tone as he could manage.
"Exactly what I was going to say," George agreed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Fred asked.
"With *Ginny*?" Ron added.
Harry looked from one face to the other, but couldn't think of anything to say that would make the situation any better.
Ron suddenly made a face. "I let you two stay in a room together! You-You . . ." Ron seemed too mad to come up with words. "Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked.
"Tell you what?" Harry asked.
"About you two being, you know, *together*."
Harry made a noise in his throat. "We're not together! We were just . . . I mean, I was just . . . we're not together, okay?"
Harry felt Ginny move beside him and turned to see her get off the couch and leave the room, pushing between her brothers to run up the stairs.
"Look what you just did!" George practically yelled. "I was okay with it but if you hurt her like that . . ."
Fred walked determinedly forward and very simply pulled his fist back to shove it in Harry's left eye. Harry grasped at his eye, but was met with another punch in his right eye. Then he felt a punch in his chest and he groaned, wondering if any ribs had been cracked with the force of it.
Harry opened his eyes after a moment where he'd been waiting for a fourth punch, but it didn't come. "I was just stating the truth," he said a bit defensively. "She asked me to help her and I wasn't about to decline!"
"What did she ask you to help her with?" Percy asked quietly, arms folded as he glared at Harry.
"Well, I felt guilty about her having to kiss that one guy because that was her first kiss so I stopped her in the hallway and I . . . well . . . I kissed her."
"What's he talking about?" George asked Ron.
Ron shook his head, implicating that he would fill his brothers in in a minute. "Why did you kiss her? You didn't make it clear."
Harry shifted uncomfortably and wondered if he should tell them everything. "Well I figured her first kiss was ruined so I . . . gave her her first . . . you know . . . *deep* kiss."
Ron's jaw clenched angrily. "That was weeks ago, Harry. How have you been able to keep this from me?"
"We weren't doing anything until the train ride here."
"Oh, so you two *do* stuff?" Ron demanded.
"No!"
"It looked headed in that general direction to me," Fred said.
Harry blushed and felt guilt as he remembered the other night in Ron's bedroom and how close they had come to . . . he shook his head and looked up. "She told me that she didn't want to be unexperienced. She knew that I'd never been kissed before except for in the halls with her, so she said we could learn on each other."
Ron rolled his eyes. "And why did you just say you weren't together and brake her delicate heart?"
"Because she said we were just friends! And I didn't break her heart!"
"You are the biggest idiot I've ever met," George said matter-of-factly.
"Blind as well," Fred said. "Haven't you noticed that Ginny's had a crush on you since her first year?"
"I thought she'd gotten over that," Harry said quietly.
"I did too," Ron said.
"Well, that's just you, Ron," Percy said. "Didn't it take you seven years and a pregnancy to realize you had feelings for Hermione?"
"Look, Harry, I'm personally mad that you've chosen Ginny," Fred said. "But I'm willing to push past that fact and be glad it wasn't Neville."
"Just make sure you make up with her," George said.
"And if you ever do anything to her like you were doing just a few minutes ago, I'll make sure Mum and Dad send her to an all girls school in Antartica, got it?" Ron asked menecingly.
Harry nodded the affirmative and the four brothers trailed upstairs with one last glare in Harry's direction.
As soon as they were out of ear shot Harry groaned and curled up in a fetal position on the couch. He hoped that both his eyes didn't turn black by the next day. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be able to ignore that.
Harry thought back to Ginny and felt like smacking himself. Why did he even say that? And when she had gotten up . . . Harry hadn't missed the hurt look in her eyes and voice. It was this that made him realize he deserved the two black eyes.
* * * * *
Hermione tentatively knocked on Ginny's bedroom door the next morning. Ron had filled her in on what had happened and she wanted to make sure that Ginny was all right.
The door flew open and Ginny grinned at Hermione. "You're going shopping for an engagement ring today aren't you?"
Hermione nodded, a little shocked at Ginny's cheerfullness. "It's not going to be fancy or anything. I just want a plain band to be a token of our love."
"You're such a sap, Mione," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Gin--" Hermione paused, trying to find a way to get the words out. "About Harry last night. Ron filled me in and . . . are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Ginny said, looking confused as to why Hermione would ask such a thing. "Why?"
"Well . . . I mean . . . he hurt you, didn't he? I mean, I know he hurt you but why are you acting like this?"
"Like what? Harry was just saying the truth. There was nothing between us that serious. Just a fling of raging teenage hormones."
Hermione finally nodded reluctantly. "Well, do you want to go down to breakfast then?"
Ginny nodded and followed Hermione down the stairs and into the kitchen with a bright smile on her face.
Hermione stopped suddenly in the doorway when she caught sight of Harry. "Oh, my God! What happened to you?"
Harry looked up miserably. "George, Fred, and your future husband," he answered. He blushed slightly when he saw Ginny. "Morning, Gin."
"Don't talk to her," Fred barked from across the table.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," George added.
Ginny rolled her eyes and moved to slap the twins on the back of her head. "Morning, Harry," she said pleasantly as she sat down across from him. "Do you want me to put some medicine on those eyes? It'd heal them up right quickly."
"We don't want you putting your hands on any part of him," Fred said in a no nonesense voice. "Get Mum to do it."
"Prats," Ginny muttered under her breath.
"I'm fine anyways," Harry mumbled, still looking at his plate. "Ginny, I'm really sorry. I didn't--"
"About what?" Ginny asked, puzzeled.
"About taking your heart and crushing it in his hands while laughing," Ron answered, coming into the kitchen with a kiss for Hermione and one for her growing belly.
"He did nothing of the sort!" Ginny argued, eyes flashing.
"I didn't?" Harry asked, looking at Ginny in amazement. "I thought--"
"You thought wrong," Ginny said. "I was just tired and I didn't want to deal with the idiots I have to call my brothers thanks to my parents."
"You're not . . . hurt?" Ron asked in amazment.
"Annoyed is more like it," Ginny answered. She snorted. "Honestly!"
"But you have feelings for Harry," George pointed out.
"Not anymore," Ginny said quietly as she poked at her food uncomfortably.
"You . . . don't?" Harry asked.
"Oh, don't sound so disappointed!" Ginny scolded. "And stop picking on Harry. I'm the one who initiated it."
"He complied," Ron said angrily.
"Would you comply if Hermione was pressed up near you and whispering the preposition in your ear?"
Ron grumbled something and blushed slightly, obviously thinking about that particular scene happening.
"So we're fine?" Harry asked tentatively.
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, we're fine. It was just a large amount of raging teenage hormones that we had pent up for too long."
"Right," Harry said.
Ginny wondered if she imagined the doubt behind the single word. She shook off the thought and returned to her breakfast, scolding herself for thinking that.
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AN: It's short and it's bad. Spare me the reviews telling me so, cuz I know. This is just another reason why I need to ask you all -- would anyone be willing to be my beta reader? This would be for *all* of my fics, even though I only occasionally write others besides Secrets, but I've had a plot in my head that I may write soon. Anyways, I want a beta who will not think of my feelings and not give me some wishy-washy version of what she really thinks. (Or he, whatever) I want someone who can correct my spelling mistakes and give opinions on what I write. I want *honest* opinions too, even if you think they're mean. So . . . go ahead and tell me in your review if you want to be my beta and I'll read something that you've wrote to decide if you're the one for me.
Thanks,
Haley
(Can I have 370 reviews?)
Harry quickly buttoned his shirt and realized what it looked like with Ginny still sitting on his lap. He pushed her off quickly and turned back to Fred, George, Ron, and Percy. The silence was beginning to make him crazy and he wished that someone would just say something.
"Well," Percy finally said in as scandalized a tone as he could manage.
"Exactly what I was going to say," George agreed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Fred asked.
"With *Ginny*?" Ron added.
Harry looked from one face to the other, but couldn't think of anything to say that would make the situation any better.
Ron suddenly made a face. "I let you two stay in a room together! You-You . . ." Ron seemed too mad to come up with words. "Why didn't you tell me?" he finally asked.
"Tell you what?" Harry asked.
"About you two being, you know, *together*."
Harry made a noise in his throat. "We're not together! We were just . . . I mean, I was just . . . we're not together, okay?"
Harry felt Ginny move beside him and turned to see her get off the couch and leave the room, pushing between her brothers to run up the stairs.
"Look what you just did!" George practically yelled. "I was okay with it but if you hurt her like that . . ."
Fred walked determinedly forward and very simply pulled his fist back to shove it in Harry's left eye. Harry grasped at his eye, but was met with another punch in his right eye. Then he felt a punch in his chest and he groaned, wondering if any ribs had been cracked with the force of it.
Harry opened his eyes after a moment where he'd been waiting for a fourth punch, but it didn't come. "I was just stating the truth," he said a bit defensively. "She asked me to help her and I wasn't about to decline!"
"What did she ask you to help her with?" Percy asked quietly, arms folded as he glared at Harry.
"Well, I felt guilty about her having to kiss that one guy because that was her first kiss so I stopped her in the hallway and I . . . well . . . I kissed her."
"What's he talking about?" George asked Ron.
Ron shook his head, implicating that he would fill his brothers in in a minute. "Why did you kiss her? You didn't make it clear."
Harry shifted uncomfortably and wondered if he should tell them everything. "Well I figured her first kiss was ruined so I . . . gave her her first . . . you know . . . *deep* kiss."
Ron's jaw clenched angrily. "That was weeks ago, Harry. How have you been able to keep this from me?"
"We weren't doing anything until the train ride here."
"Oh, so you two *do* stuff?" Ron demanded.
"No!"
"It looked headed in that general direction to me," Fred said.
Harry blushed and felt guilt as he remembered the other night in Ron's bedroom and how close they had come to . . . he shook his head and looked up. "She told me that she didn't want to be unexperienced. She knew that I'd never been kissed before except for in the halls with her, so she said we could learn on each other."
Ron rolled his eyes. "And why did you just say you weren't together and brake her delicate heart?"
"Because she said we were just friends! And I didn't break her heart!"
"You are the biggest idiot I've ever met," George said matter-of-factly.
"Blind as well," Fred said. "Haven't you noticed that Ginny's had a crush on you since her first year?"
"I thought she'd gotten over that," Harry said quietly.
"I did too," Ron said.
"Well, that's just you, Ron," Percy said. "Didn't it take you seven years and a pregnancy to realize you had feelings for Hermione?"
"Look, Harry, I'm personally mad that you've chosen Ginny," Fred said. "But I'm willing to push past that fact and be glad it wasn't Neville."
"Just make sure you make up with her," George said.
"And if you ever do anything to her like you were doing just a few minutes ago, I'll make sure Mum and Dad send her to an all girls school in Antartica, got it?" Ron asked menecingly.
Harry nodded the affirmative and the four brothers trailed upstairs with one last glare in Harry's direction.
As soon as they were out of ear shot Harry groaned and curled up in a fetal position on the couch. He hoped that both his eyes didn't turn black by the next day. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be able to ignore that.
Harry thought back to Ginny and felt like smacking himself. Why did he even say that? And when she had gotten up . . . Harry hadn't missed the hurt look in her eyes and voice. It was this that made him realize he deserved the two black eyes.
* * * * *
Hermione tentatively knocked on Ginny's bedroom door the next morning. Ron had filled her in on what had happened and she wanted to make sure that Ginny was all right.
The door flew open and Ginny grinned at Hermione. "You're going shopping for an engagement ring today aren't you?"
Hermione nodded, a little shocked at Ginny's cheerfullness. "It's not going to be fancy or anything. I just want a plain band to be a token of our love."
"You're such a sap, Mione," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
"Gin--" Hermione paused, trying to find a way to get the words out. "About Harry last night. Ron filled me in and . . . are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Ginny said, looking confused as to why Hermione would ask such a thing. "Why?"
"Well . . . I mean . . . he hurt you, didn't he? I mean, I know he hurt you but why are you acting like this?"
"Like what? Harry was just saying the truth. There was nothing between us that serious. Just a fling of raging teenage hormones."
Hermione finally nodded reluctantly. "Well, do you want to go down to breakfast then?"
Ginny nodded and followed Hermione down the stairs and into the kitchen with a bright smile on her face.
Hermione stopped suddenly in the doorway when she caught sight of Harry. "Oh, my God! What happened to you?"
Harry looked up miserably. "George, Fred, and your future husband," he answered. He blushed slightly when he saw Ginny. "Morning, Gin."
"Don't talk to her," Fred barked from across the table.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," George added.
Ginny rolled her eyes and moved to slap the twins on the back of her head. "Morning, Harry," she said pleasantly as she sat down across from him. "Do you want me to put some medicine on those eyes? It'd heal them up right quickly."
"We don't want you putting your hands on any part of him," Fred said in a no nonesense voice. "Get Mum to do it."
"Prats," Ginny muttered under her breath.
"I'm fine anyways," Harry mumbled, still looking at his plate. "Ginny, I'm really sorry. I didn't--"
"About what?" Ginny asked, puzzeled.
"About taking your heart and crushing it in his hands while laughing," Ron answered, coming into the kitchen with a kiss for Hermione and one for her growing belly.
"He did nothing of the sort!" Ginny argued, eyes flashing.
"I didn't?" Harry asked, looking at Ginny in amazement. "I thought--"
"You thought wrong," Ginny said. "I was just tired and I didn't want to deal with the idiots I have to call my brothers thanks to my parents."
"You're not . . . hurt?" Ron asked in amazment.
"Annoyed is more like it," Ginny answered. She snorted. "Honestly!"
"But you have feelings for Harry," George pointed out.
"Not anymore," Ginny said quietly as she poked at her food uncomfortably.
"You . . . don't?" Harry asked.
"Oh, don't sound so disappointed!" Ginny scolded. "And stop picking on Harry. I'm the one who initiated it."
"He complied," Ron said angrily.
"Would you comply if Hermione was pressed up near you and whispering the preposition in your ear?"
Ron grumbled something and blushed slightly, obviously thinking about that particular scene happening.
"So we're fine?" Harry asked tentatively.
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, we're fine. It was just a large amount of raging teenage hormones that we had pent up for too long."
"Right," Harry said.
Ginny wondered if she imagined the doubt behind the single word. She shook off the thought and returned to her breakfast, scolding herself for thinking that.
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AN: It's short and it's bad. Spare me the reviews telling me so, cuz I know. This is just another reason why I need to ask you all -- would anyone be willing to be my beta reader? This would be for *all* of my fics, even though I only occasionally write others besides Secrets, but I've had a plot in my head that I may write soon. Anyways, I want a beta who will not think of my feelings and not give me some wishy-washy version of what she really thinks. (Or he, whatever) I want someone who can correct my spelling mistakes and give opinions on what I write. I want *honest* opinions too, even if you think they're mean. So . . . go ahead and tell me in your review if you want to be my beta and I'll read something that you've wrote to decide if you're the one for me.
Thanks,
Haley
(Can I have 370 reviews?)