Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot to do this the first time: I do not own
Harry Potter. I wish I did since I'd be a billionaire but
unfortunately that privilege goes to JK Rowling and the big wigs
at WB.
( A/N: Thanks for the reviews people! This is my first fic so if I
lose the plot a bit bear with me and if you have any advice let me
know. This is dedicated to my friend Leila who is under the
author name Shinzoangel. I introduced her to fan fic and now I
feel like Frankenstein. It's also dedicated to our pal Rosa who
liked my story even though she is naturally disapproving.. This
is for you, Rosa: WYLD STALLYNS RULE!!!!! )
PREVIOUSLY:
"You don't understand! I heard him! I heard him say he was
in love with her!"
He could hear Hermione's footsteps come to a halt at the top
of the staircase. A few seconds later, her head popped around the
open door.
"Ron, stop talking out of your arse." With that she strode
downstairs away from an astonished Ron.
Little did Hermione know that Ron was telling the truth.
CHAPTER 2:
"Are you trying to break up with me?" The high pitched
shriek of Cho Chang rang out and echoed throughout the flat. Ron
winced as the sound made his teeth ache.
"Er." Ron grinned as he listened to the familiar voice
stumble over his words. Harry was obviously in the midst of a
spat with his latest beau and had decided to cut his losses. "Look,
I'm sorry, Cho, but this has got to stop. You don't want to be with
me-"
Ron could imagine the undeterable expression on her face as
Cho interrupted. "Yes, I do! I do! Harry I've always loved you!"
Ron inwardly sighed. Harry was right. Cho was only potty about
the idea of being with Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, not Harry
Potter the human being.
"-And I don't want to be with you either." This was news to
Ron. For the past five years since they had left Hogwarts Ron
knew that Harry had still harboured hopes of being with Cho but
now when he had had the opportunity to be with her he drew
back. God. Harry confused the Hell out of him. Any way, for the
past four weeks ever since he'd bumped into the lovely Miss
Chang at the supermarket he'd had the goofy grin plastered on his
face of a guy who was in 'lurve'.
"But you do want to be with me! I know, I can tell. You've
wanted me for more than five years!" Cho's enraged voice
suddenly softened and she sounded like an angel, a song in her
voice. "Come on, Harry. Remember he hot tub? Remember the ice
skating rink? There were so many good times!" Cho's voice
gradually grew more desperate.
"You're not going to change my mind."
Cho let out a very unladylike growl that Ron thought was
fitting for the predator she had become. "I should have known
that you'd just string me along! You made me think that you had
been pining for me. I thought I was safe! You dumped all the
others but I thought. I thought." Ron actually felt quite sorry
for Cho. She had the disillusioned idea that she could charm and
keep the legendary Harry Potter under her spell which would be a
major career move for the wannabe Hollywood darling. Ron
sniggered under his breath at the thought . Harry would never
settle down. He was just too damn defiant. He would never let
himself be controlled and when someone like Cho attempted it, he
erased them from his life. Hence the letting go of Cho Chang.
At least that was what Ron had thought.
Cho's voice took on a steely tone. "I should have known that
you would do this, Potter. You've got some nerve treating me like
rubbish!" Ron could imagine the sneer on her normally pretty
face. "Got fed up with your latest conquest, eh? Am I not good
enough for the noble and brave Harry Potter?" Cho's icy remarks
were laced with deep sarcasm.
"My God!" Harry muttered to himself. "If someone heard all
this they'd think I was a monster!" Ron felt guilty . But it wasn't
really eavesdropping. Ron had vacated the living area to give
Harry and Cho some privacy and as the walls of the small and
damp flat were somewhat thin he could hear every word from his
bedroom. Of course, it helped that his ear was pressed against the
door in the hopes of catching part of the conversation.
Cho's voice dropped. "Is it because of her?" Ron frowned.
Who? He had just been about to leave them to argue it out when
he heard the mention of another woman. His curiosity got the
better of him and his ear, once again, was glued to the door. They
could be referring to his former girlfriend, Tierney, but she'd been
out of the picture for almost two months now, Ron thought as his
ear strained to hear the response, and Harry was usually inclined
to keep the motto 'Out of sight, out of mind'. That was why his
previous two relationships hadn't lasted.
But Harry kept silent.
"It is!" Cho was incredulous. "It is because of that little bitch!
You've been seeing her behind my back haven't you?! Oh, I bet
she's ecstatic. She's always had a thing for you and now she gets
her man." Cho's voice took on a menacing tone. " Well
congratulate the little slut. Tell me, Is it just a little fling or is it true
love?? "
"Shut up!" Harry yelled so loud that the walls shook with
the force of it. "How dare you talk about her like that?" His voice
had taken on a deadly whisper which made Ron strain to hear.
"She is ten times the woman you are or will ever be. She doesn't
know anything about this and she doesn't have to. She doesn't
love me and I don't want to lose her because of that." Ron was
really confused now.
Cho's voice softened. "You are in love with that girl, aren't
you?" Footsteps headed towards the front door and paused.
"Don't worry, I won't tell her." As if on second thought Cho
added "I don't know why I never noticed it before. You always
were a sucker for a Weasley."
The front door slammed shut just as Ron's bedroom door
flew open and the two best friends stared at each other in horror.
After that things were never the same.
***************************************************
The night hummed with the sounds of a long forgotten
laughter from a foregone time. A happier time when it felt as
though nothing could ever disrupt this harmonious family.
At the far end of the table Charlie entertained his father with
stories of his escapades in a foreign land, but being sure to leave
out the really heart attack evoking bits.
Percy listed the perks of being Chief Executive Officer Of
Pewter Cauldrons Ltd to his very impressed and very proud
mother. He was oblivious to the little smiles of anticipation and
mischief that passed between the twins as they feigned rapt
attention. "And, also available to only the most invaluable
members of staff at Pewter Cauldrons Ltd, is the extensive files of
anything you care to name."
Percy droned on and on, blissfully unaware that in the not-
so- distant future he would have lips the size of two fat sausages,
thanks to a new formula of Fred and George's that needed a 'test
run'.
Bill and Ron sat, arguing animatedly at the chances of the
Chudley Cannons reaching the final in the European Quidditch
Tournament sponsored by Coca- Cola - 'The Wizard's drink!'
while Hermione desperately attempted to referee.
Ginny watched her family with a smile on her face. Her
family were all she could ask for and more. They were interesting,
caring and loyal. Every one of them was special to her, all in their
own way.
Suddenly she felt overwhelming sadness as she realised that
Harry didn't have what she had. The only family he'd ever had
was the Weasley's and now he insisted on distancing himself as
much as possible. The only reason that Ginny wasn't blocked out
of his life too is that she didn't allow herself to be pushed away.
"Ginny!"
She was startled out of her reverie by her mother's sharp
tone of voice.
"Huh?"
"Quickly! Go get my 'Reversing Curses' book!"
Ginny looked about the table to see, sure enough that
Percy's lips had swelled to size of bananas.
********************************************
Harry couldn't face going back to his brand- new state-of-
the-art flat. He often thought it was like the Mary Celeste- an
empty vessel. It had no soul. It had no va va voom. Not like The
Burrow.
Oh, how he longed for a place like that to be his. Some
people would call it cluttered or too small but Harry didn't care
about that kind of thing. What he loved was the history.
Everywhere you looked a memory materialised from nowhere.
Always, the walls echoed with laughter and there was forever a
delicious scent of freshly baked bread.
The only memory that greeted him when he looked around
at his ' contemporary but oh- so space odyssey' ( as the so- called
expert, Phillipe proclaimed it) uber cool living area was the
loneliness that grabs him every time he saw the empty and
unwelcoming white wash walls and chrome chairs.
He almost laughed as he was once again struck by the
realisation that he was living in what appeared to be a show-
home. He could picture it now: 'Why go for warm when you can
go stark and boring?'
So that was why he was wandering alone through the city at
9 o' clock on a Friday night. He could have gone out with any one
of the many girls waiting for him to call.
Harry sighed.
But he'd planned to spend tonight with her and he never let
Ginny down.
**************************************************
(A/N: If you've got any ideas for what could happen next
email me at pittsy@spankthedonkey.com. To the reviewer who
wanted Ron to be less angry at Harry in general, I hope that this
justifies Ron's reaction.)
Harry Potter. I wish I did since I'd be a billionaire but
unfortunately that privilege goes to JK Rowling and the big wigs
at WB.
( A/N: Thanks for the reviews people! This is my first fic so if I
lose the plot a bit bear with me and if you have any advice let me
know. This is dedicated to my friend Leila who is under the
author name Shinzoangel. I introduced her to fan fic and now I
feel like Frankenstein. It's also dedicated to our pal Rosa who
liked my story even though she is naturally disapproving.. This
is for you, Rosa: WYLD STALLYNS RULE!!!!! )
PREVIOUSLY:
"You don't understand! I heard him! I heard him say he was
in love with her!"
He could hear Hermione's footsteps come to a halt at the top
of the staircase. A few seconds later, her head popped around the
open door.
"Ron, stop talking out of your arse." With that she strode
downstairs away from an astonished Ron.
Little did Hermione know that Ron was telling the truth.
CHAPTER 2:
"Are you trying to break up with me?" The high pitched
shriek of Cho Chang rang out and echoed throughout the flat. Ron
winced as the sound made his teeth ache.
"Er." Ron grinned as he listened to the familiar voice
stumble over his words. Harry was obviously in the midst of a
spat with his latest beau and had decided to cut his losses. "Look,
I'm sorry, Cho, but this has got to stop. You don't want to be with
me-"
Ron could imagine the undeterable expression on her face as
Cho interrupted. "Yes, I do! I do! Harry I've always loved you!"
Ron inwardly sighed. Harry was right. Cho was only potty about
the idea of being with Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, not Harry
Potter the human being.
"-And I don't want to be with you either." This was news to
Ron. For the past five years since they had left Hogwarts Ron
knew that Harry had still harboured hopes of being with Cho but
now when he had had the opportunity to be with her he drew
back. God. Harry confused the Hell out of him. Any way, for the
past four weeks ever since he'd bumped into the lovely Miss
Chang at the supermarket he'd had the goofy grin plastered on his
face of a guy who was in 'lurve'.
"But you do want to be with me! I know, I can tell. You've
wanted me for more than five years!" Cho's enraged voice
suddenly softened and she sounded like an angel, a song in her
voice. "Come on, Harry. Remember he hot tub? Remember the ice
skating rink? There were so many good times!" Cho's voice
gradually grew more desperate.
"You're not going to change my mind."
Cho let out a very unladylike growl that Ron thought was
fitting for the predator she had become. "I should have known
that you'd just string me along! You made me think that you had
been pining for me. I thought I was safe! You dumped all the
others but I thought. I thought." Ron actually felt quite sorry
for Cho. She had the disillusioned idea that she could charm and
keep the legendary Harry Potter under her spell which would be a
major career move for the wannabe Hollywood darling. Ron
sniggered under his breath at the thought . Harry would never
settle down. He was just too damn defiant. He would never let
himself be controlled and when someone like Cho attempted it, he
erased them from his life. Hence the letting go of Cho Chang.
At least that was what Ron had thought.
Cho's voice took on a steely tone. "I should have known that
you would do this, Potter. You've got some nerve treating me like
rubbish!" Ron could imagine the sneer on her normally pretty
face. "Got fed up with your latest conquest, eh? Am I not good
enough for the noble and brave Harry Potter?" Cho's icy remarks
were laced with deep sarcasm.
"My God!" Harry muttered to himself. "If someone heard all
this they'd think I was a monster!" Ron felt guilty . But it wasn't
really eavesdropping. Ron had vacated the living area to give
Harry and Cho some privacy and as the walls of the small and
damp flat were somewhat thin he could hear every word from his
bedroom. Of course, it helped that his ear was pressed against the
door in the hopes of catching part of the conversation.
Cho's voice dropped. "Is it because of her?" Ron frowned.
Who? He had just been about to leave them to argue it out when
he heard the mention of another woman. His curiosity got the
better of him and his ear, once again, was glued to the door. They
could be referring to his former girlfriend, Tierney, but she'd been
out of the picture for almost two months now, Ron thought as his
ear strained to hear the response, and Harry was usually inclined
to keep the motto 'Out of sight, out of mind'. That was why his
previous two relationships hadn't lasted.
But Harry kept silent.
"It is!" Cho was incredulous. "It is because of that little bitch!
You've been seeing her behind my back haven't you?! Oh, I bet
she's ecstatic. She's always had a thing for you and now she gets
her man." Cho's voice took on a menacing tone. " Well
congratulate the little slut. Tell me, Is it just a little fling or is it true
love?? "
"Shut up!" Harry yelled so loud that the walls shook with
the force of it. "How dare you talk about her like that?" His voice
had taken on a deadly whisper which made Ron strain to hear.
"She is ten times the woman you are or will ever be. She doesn't
know anything about this and she doesn't have to. She doesn't
love me and I don't want to lose her because of that." Ron was
really confused now.
Cho's voice softened. "You are in love with that girl, aren't
you?" Footsteps headed towards the front door and paused.
"Don't worry, I won't tell her." As if on second thought Cho
added "I don't know why I never noticed it before. You always
were a sucker for a Weasley."
The front door slammed shut just as Ron's bedroom door
flew open and the two best friends stared at each other in horror.
After that things were never the same.
***************************************************
The night hummed with the sounds of a long forgotten
laughter from a foregone time. A happier time when it felt as
though nothing could ever disrupt this harmonious family.
At the far end of the table Charlie entertained his father with
stories of his escapades in a foreign land, but being sure to leave
out the really heart attack evoking bits.
Percy listed the perks of being Chief Executive Officer Of
Pewter Cauldrons Ltd to his very impressed and very proud
mother. He was oblivious to the little smiles of anticipation and
mischief that passed between the twins as they feigned rapt
attention. "And, also available to only the most invaluable
members of staff at Pewter Cauldrons Ltd, is the extensive files of
anything you care to name."
Percy droned on and on, blissfully unaware that in the not-
so- distant future he would have lips the size of two fat sausages,
thanks to a new formula of Fred and George's that needed a 'test
run'.
Bill and Ron sat, arguing animatedly at the chances of the
Chudley Cannons reaching the final in the European Quidditch
Tournament sponsored by Coca- Cola - 'The Wizard's drink!'
while Hermione desperately attempted to referee.
Ginny watched her family with a smile on her face. Her
family were all she could ask for and more. They were interesting,
caring and loyal. Every one of them was special to her, all in their
own way.
Suddenly she felt overwhelming sadness as she realised that
Harry didn't have what she had. The only family he'd ever had
was the Weasley's and now he insisted on distancing himself as
much as possible. The only reason that Ginny wasn't blocked out
of his life too is that she didn't allow herself to be pushed away.
"Ginny!"
She was startled out of her reverie by her mother's sharp
tone of voice.
"Huh?"
"Quickly! Go get my 'Reversing Curses' book!"
Ginny looked about the table to see, sure enough that
Percy's lips had swelled to size of bananas.
********************************************
Harry couldn't face going back to his brand- new state-of-
the-art flat. He often thought it was like the Mary Celeste- an
empty vessel. It had no soul. It had no va va voom. Not like The
Burrow.
Oh, how he longed for a place like that to be his. Some
people would call it cluttered or too small but Harry didn't care
about that kind of thing. What he loved was the history.
Everywhere you looked a memory materialised from nowhere.
Always, the walls echoed with laughter and there was forever a
delicious scent of freshly baked bread.
The only memory that greeted him when he looked around
at his ' contemporary but oh- so space odyssey' ( as the so- called
expert, Phillipe proclaimed it) uber cool living area was the
loneliness that grabs him every time he saw the empty and
unwelcoming white wash walls and chrome chairs.
He almost laughed as he was once again struck by the
realisation that he was living in what appeared to be a show-
home. He could picture it now: 'Why go for warm when you can
go stark and boring?'
So that was why he was wandering alone through the city at
9 o' clock on a Friday night. He could have gone out with any one
of the many girls waiting for him to call.
Harry sighed.
But he'd planned to spend tonight with her and he never let
Ginny down.
**************************************************
(A/N: If you've got any ideas for what could happen next
email me at pittsy@spankthedonkey.com. To the reviewer who
wanted Ron to be less angry at Harry in general, I hope that this
justifies Ron's reaction.)