The rest of the summer passed without too many hicupps. The first major
problem came when Ron found Ginny and Harry making out in the kitchen.
Harry had risen early to go and cook breakfast for the Weasley's who were
still home at 10am (being a Monday that was Ginny, Ron, Hermione and
himself) and had been joined by Ginny later in the process. Being a
teenager Harry found it remarkably difficult to keep his hands off and
ended up lifting Ginny onto the counter so he could gain better access to
her lips. Needless to say that Ron had been majorely pissed as well as
disgusted at the sight of his best friend and sister snogging on the bench
top.
"Contaminated I tell you, absolutely positively contaminated, I will never be able to prepare a meal on that again....Hermione.........support me on this one!"
"Absolutely not Ron" she had answered "It is none of our business anyway." And that was where it had ended, Ron had stormed out of the house unable to take another look at his sister with her skirt half way up her thighs perched on top of the bench top clinging onto an indignant and bright red Harry.
He probably wouldn't have talked to them for the rest of the week had his Head Boy letter not arrived that very afternoon. Ron had been so excited he had raced into the dining room waving the piece of paper in the air and screaming in delight. Hermione grinned and held up her letter, and pointed to a glinting head girl badge on her chest.
"Me too Ron!" She said, smiling happily. Harry smiled, happy for his two friends. He and Dumbledore had talked at the end of last year, and he had been offered the post of Head Boy but declined, stating that his extra Defense against the Dark Arts classes as well as Quidditch Captain duties would keep him far too occupied to fulfill his duties as Head Boy.
"Harry hurry up! What are you doing up there?"
"Packing, what else Ron?"
"Why couldn't you be clever and do it last night like everyone else?"
"Because I decided to be bloody annoying and piss everyone off in the morning by being late."
"Fantastic." Harry heard Ron drawl from downstairs. Harry slammed down the lid of his bulging trunk and commenced dragging it down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, Ron helped him lift it and carry it outside, where a couple of Ministry cars were waiting. Mr. Weasley had once again called in a favor from the office and his request had been granted.
The ride to London was uneventful, unless you count Harry and Ginny (obviously sitting next to each other) beginning another snog fest. Luckily Ron and Hermione were in another car or another row would've started.
When they arrived at the station they hopped out of the cars and began unloading trunks. The group walked to the ticket barrier between platforms nine and ten, and in pairs conspicuously slid through the apparently solid wall.
On the other side, the Hogwarts Express was already at the station and kids were already streaming in and out of it, running to and from their parents and friends, saying hello's and goodbye's.
Pulling their trunks onto the train and traveling along the corridor, they eventually found an empty compartment. Harry and Ginny took one side of seats and Hermione and Ron the other, once their baggage was in the overhead compartments.
Five to ten minutes into the train ride, Hermione and Ron left for a prefects meeting in a compartment near the front of the train, and Harry and Ginny were left to themselves. Harry put one leg up on the seat and settled Ginny between his legs, so she could lean back against his chest. They were just getting comfortable when the compartment door slid open. Ginny felt Harry become tense as Draco Malfoy walked in, flanked as usual by his two cronies.
"Hello Potter, I've come to see if you're not up to any mischief. It's my job as a prefect to make sure you keep your toes inside the line." He said smugly, holding out his prefect badge.
"Go away Malfoy. I'm not going to take any bull from you this year. I have a life, you don't, get over it." Harry snapped, not in the mood for their usual rally of insults. Draco smirked.
"It's wonderful to see you too Potter. Not that I can blame you for wanting to chase me away, with a girlfriend like that I'd want to be alone with her too. Better watch the Weasel carefully, or she might loose interest." Harry was trembling with anger at this stage. "I give it a month more. The Weasel will realize what a gay prick you are and dump you for someone who's actually got a personality."
"I hope you're not referring to yourself Malfoy, because no one would be that desperate." Draco sneered at Harry before walking out of the compartment. Harry relaxed again and put his arms around Ginny, who had remained silent throughout the discourse.
"Sorry." Harry whispered. Ginny didn't say anything, instead she leant back and placed her head on his chest, relaxing.
I don't care about that jerk. I don't.
But it didn't sound particularly convincing...even to herself.
"Contaminated I tell you, absolutely positively contaminated, I will never be able to prepare a meal on that again....Hermione.........support me on this one!"
"Absolutely not Ron" she had answered "It is none of our business anyway." And that was where it had ended, Ron had stormed out of the house unable to take another look at his sister with her skirt half way up her thighs perched on top of the bench top clinging onto an indignant and bright red Harry.
He probably wouldn't have talked to them for the rest of the week had his Head Boy letter not arrived that very afternoon. Ron had been so excited he had raced into the dining room waving the piece of paper in the air and screaming in delight. Hermione grinned and held up her letter, and pointed to a glinting head girl badge on her chest.
"Me too Ron!" She said, smiling happily. Harry smiled, happy for his two friends. He and Dumbledore had talked at the end of last year, and he had been offered the post of Head Boy but declined, stating that his extra Defense against the Dark Arts classes as well as Quidditch Captain duties would keep him far too occupied to fulfill his duties as Head Boy.
"Harry hurry up! What are you doing up there?"
"Packing, what else Ron?"
"Why couldn't you be clever and do it last night like everyone else?"
"Because I decided to be bloody annoying and piss everyone off in the morning by being late."
"Fantastic." Harry heard Ron drawl from downstairs. Harry slammed down the lid of his bulging trunk and commenced dragging it down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, Ron helped him lift it and carry it outside, where a couple of Ministry cars were waiting. Mr. Weasley had once again called in a favor from the office and his request had been granted.
The ride to London was uneventful, unless you count Harry and Ginny (obviously sitting next to each other) beginning another snog fest. Luckily Ron and Hermione were in another car or another row would've started.
When they arrived at the station they hopped out of the cars and began unloading trunks. The group walked to the ticket barrier between platforms nine and ten, and in pairs conspicuously slid through the apparently solid wall.
On the other side, the Hogwarts Express was already at the station and kids were already streaming in and out of it, running to and from their parents and friends, saying hello's and goodbye's.
Pulling their trunks onto the train and traveling along the corridor, they eventually found an empty compartment. Harry and Ginny took one side of seats and Hermione and Ron the other, once their baggage was in the overhead compartments.
Five to ten minutes into the train ride, Hermione and Ron left for a prefects meeting in a compartment near the front of the train, and Harry and Ginny were left to themselves. Harry put one leg up on the seat and settled Ginny between his legs, so she could lean back against his chest. They were just getting comfortable when the compartment door slid open. Ginny felt Harry become tense as Draco Malfoy walked in, flanked as usual by his two cronies.
"Hello Potter, I've come to see if you're not up to any mischief. It's my job as a prefect to make sure you keep your toes inside the line." He said smugly, holding out his prefect badge.
"Go away Malfoy. I'm not going to take any bull from you this year. I have a life, you don't, get over it." Harry snapped, not in the mood for their usual rally of insults. Draco smirked.
"It's wonderful to see you too Potter. Not that I can blame you for wanting to chase me away, with a girlfriend like that I'd want to be alone with her too. Better watch the Weasel carefully, or she might loose interest." Harry was trembling with anger at this stage. "I give it a month more. The Weasel will realize what a gay prick you are and dump you for someone who's actually got a personality."
"I hope you're not referring to yourself Malfoy, because no one would be that desperate." Draco sneered at Harry before walking out of the compartment. Harry relaxed again and put his arms around Ginny, who had remained silent throughout the discourse.
"Sorry." Harry whispered. Ginny didn't say anything, instead she leant back and placed her head on his chest, relaxing.
I don't care about that jerk. I don't.
But it didn't sound particularly convincing...even to herself.