Chapter 9
Two figures dressed in flat black robes crouched on the roof of a building trying to ignore the soft cold rain.
"This can't be a good thing. They've been gone for an hour." A feminine voice said.
The other figure merely shifted the position it was sitting in.
"Honestly, stop being a prat." The woman swatted the other figure on the arm.
"I'm not being a prat." A masculine voice sounded.
"Yes, you are." The feminine voice sounded mildly put off.
"Yes, you are." The male voice mocked.
"Don't mock me Ronald Weasley." The two figures were staring at one another through their masks.
"Don't mock you, how on earth could I mock the great Professor Hermione Weasley?" Ron asked heatedly.
During this exchange they failed to notice two figures dressed as they were exit the building they were supposed to be watching. The taller of the two sighed and a decidedly masculine voice said "Snogging or fighting, I swear some days…"
A feminine giggle came from the shorter slighter figure as they made their way to the side of the building and pulling out brooms mounted them and drifted upwards. They landed on the roof, and the masculine figure noticeably slumped his shoulders. They could now hear them clearly.
"As if I would ever do anything like that. Saying people's names could destroy months of planning." Hermione said headedly.
"You called me by my name." Ron sounded positively put off now.
"Are you two done?" The male figure asked.
Ron and Hermione whirled around and looked at them fright evident in their eyes. "How?"
"We walked out." The man pointed to the open door. "Through the front door. At noon. Wearing all black. It would be difficult to miss us."
The woman picked up, "And you both used names. Not just first names, noooo, you practically used full names. Loud enough we heard." She pointed to the door. "From down there."
Ron and Hermione bowed their heads. The four of them mounted brooms, and cast disillusionment charms on themselves and slowly drifted off into the sky. An hour later the building Harry and Ginny had entered erupted in a geyser of green flame. Harry looked back and smirked to Ginny. "Matches my eyes."
Ginny blushed and stifled a giggle. Harry smiled warmly at her and the four continued on to Hogwarts.
-------------------- Two Days Later – Headmaster's Office --------------------------
Harry looked at the paperwork on his desk and with a grim stare began to sift through it. His mind kept wandering to the mess he had managed to make of his personal life, and it made it increasingly difficult to keep his mind on the paperwork he had been ignoring for the past couple weeks.
The door to the office opened and he looked up to see Ginny standing in front of him looking nervous. "Harry?"
He laid down the quill he'd been using to jot down notes, and stood up to give her his full attention. "Yes?"
She smiled and walked in and took a seat by the fireplace, Harry took a seat close to her. He watched her closely and waited for her to talk.
"I." She paused and her hands began twisting themselves in her lap. "I." Her eyes became shiny with tears.
Harry gently laid a hand on hers. "Take your time love."
She smiled and a tear made its way down her cheek. "I'm sorry."
His brow furrowed. "What for Ginny?"
Her demeanor began to crumble, she collapsed into the chair sobs began to wrack her body. "For everything Harry. Our baby, Dean, the last four years…"
Harry stood and gathered her into his arms, comforting her. She clung to him like a lifeline, and let out years worth of pent up emotions. Harry softly repeated. "It's going to be ok. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you ever again."