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Chapter 9: The Fight (For lack of a better title!)
"Ron!" Harry said looking around himself frantically, trying to calm my brother down. He should know by now that it doesn't work that way. You just have to ride out a Weasley temper. I watched on despite my better judgement. I should have stopped it but I really didn't feel like giving Harry a break right now.
"What?" he said, I swear he almost snarled it.
"What are you going on about?"
"What am I going on about? Like you don't know!" he said leaning across the table closer to Harry.
"I don't!"
"You're.I warned you and you ignored me." he said, eyes flashing.
"Ron, I really don't know what you are talking about." Harry said for the third time.
"Two words: My sister."
Oh gods.how embarrassing. Now if he had said "My brother" it wouldn't have been so bad. No one would have known whom he meant! But of course there only had to be one Weasley girl. I resisted the urge to hide my face behind my hands. A lot of heads swivelled in my direction then. I couldn't help it. I smiled feebly and waved at the students looking my way. Soon after they tuned back into what was happening with Harry and Ron.
"Ron, now it's you who doesn't know what they are talking about!"
Uh oh, now Harry was fired up. This wasn't going to have a good end result.
"I don't know? She's talked to me Harry; I know exactly what is going on. How could you hurt her like that?" Ron said his last sentence quietly, quietly because I knew that he was hurt as well.
"Give it a rest Ron, it was no big deal. We didn't really like-"
"Don't you dare." Ron said, finding his fight again.
"Don't I dare what?" Harry said, challenging Ron.
I was extremely glad that neither of them bought their wands to dinner and I could see by the look on Hermione's face that she was thinking the same thing.
"Don't you dare say what you are thinking. You don't know what Ginny feels and thinks!"
"What, and I suppose you do?" Harry said leaning closer to Ron.
Why weren't any of the teachers coming over? Any other time they would be snooping. I looked up to the teachers table and saw Professor Dumbledore surveying the two of them over his half moon spectacles and McGonagall looked as though she would like nothing more than to come over and stop Harry and Ron right this moment. It was obvious to anyone that Dumbledore had told her no.
I looked back to the fight I suppose you would call it and saw that they were just staring at each other, not knowing what to say to each other.
"You're no hero Harry Potter, hell, you won't even be the boy who lived when I'm through with you!" Ron said, jumping up onto the table.
Ok, so maybe they did have more to say. I couldn't let the two people I cared most about tear each other to shreds!
"Stop!" I yelled loudly enough for everyone in the hall to hear. Both Harry and Ron stopped, Ron with is fist mid air, begging to smack right into Harry's face. Harry pinned down by Ron fighting against him.
I walked over to them and spoke my mind.
"Ron, get off him. I can't believe you just did that! You didn't even think to talk to me before announcing the details of my private life to the whole school! You are so stupid sometimes!" I roared at my brother. Slowly, he climbed off Harry and he opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him.
"Harry is a hero, he saved the whole wizarding world from Voldermort-" people gasped. "Oh get over it." I said more than annoyed now.
Harry had stood up now and was smugly brushing off his robes.
"And you!" I said walking over to him and jabbing him in the chest hard with my finger.
"As for now knowing what you were talking about, you didn't. You have no idea how I feel, if you did then this conversation wouldn't have even happened!" I said and I walked out the hall, my footsteps echoing loudly on the slate floor.
I had barely made it to the exit of the hall before I came face to face with Malfoy.
"Bugger off Ferret." I said pushing past him. I did not want to deal with him right now. Or ever for that matter.
I was on a mission. I headed up to my room and slammed the door and put a locking charm on it. I pulled out a handful of floo powder and stuck my head into the fire.
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"Then I ran up here and flooed you." I said wiping away a tear of anger that had found its way out of my eye.
"Oh Ginny dear, I'm so sorry to hear that." My mother said to me soothingly. This was the idea I had had before dinner, to floo my mother to talk to her about everything that was going on. At least Mum was on my side.
"I just don't know what to do anymore Mum. I got so angry. They think they know everything about me when in fact that know barely anything."
"I wish I could be there to help Ginny sweetheart but I think that despite what you say, you are handling things very well by yourself." She said, reaching out and patting me on the shoulder. I looked back from the fire and saw her hand on my shoulder. I put my hand on hers, trying not to cry.
"Try not to let them upset you anymore. Why don't you have a talk with Hermione."?
"Uh well she probably hates me right now." I said having forgotten all about Hermione and my brother.
"Why ever would she hate you?"
"Uhm. No reason."
"Ginny" my mother said in her tell-me-or-else tone of voice.
"Ronandmione are goingtothe ball." I rushed out in one breath hoping that she wouldn't catch it.
"They are! That's absolutely wonderful! Are they an item, tell me all Ginny!"
Uh oh.
"How did you do that?" I asked amazed.
"Do what?" she said, stopping midway through her celebration.
"Understand me."
"Oh that. I was a girl once too Ginny." She said smiling warmly. I smiled back.
"I don't know all the details, but I'll find out for you. Oh yeah! I have pictures." I got up and grabbed the photos that I had hidden under my mattress and went back to the fire that had my mother's head sitting it in merrily.
"Ohhh look at them. Aren't they sweet!? Hang on a moment, why do you have these Ginny?" she asked narrowing her eyes at me.
"Souvenirs, For Ron and Hermione of course. Or blackmail; however things work. I mean souvenirs." I added hastily.
My Mum glared at me and I grinned.
"All in Ron's best interests of course Mum. I have to go, people might actually wonder where I am. See you."
"Chin up Ginny dear. Goodbye." I waved to my Mum and instead of unlocking the door I crawled into my bed and fell into a night of dreamless sleep.
***
I heard a tapping at my window and I got up to investigate and found a black owl with bright yellow eyes looking in at me. I took the note from it and it took off. I unrolled the piece of parchment intrigued; I hadn't seen this owl before.
Ginny, please don't hate me. I want to talk to you. Let me in. Literally, let me in! I'm outside your room.
~Ron.
Well I had to give him points for trying. Ron can be smart when he wants too be. He used someone else's owl. He probably thought that if he had used Pig I wouldn't have read the message. Little did he know that I didn't hate him at all. I was actually surprised that he had fought with his best friend of seven years over his sister and taken his sister's side. That's the good thing about the Weasley family, we stick together. Ok well, except for Percy, but we won't enter into that.
Ron and I have always had a connection, I guess because we were the last ones at home and we are the closest in age and can understand each other a lot more. I sighed and got up and opened the door to find Ron standing there with a bunch of daisies that he had obviously picked himself in his hand. He smiled sheepishly at me and handed them to me.
I beckoned him to follow me into the room.
"You should have done the flower thing with Hermione, she would have liked it." I said, summoning a vase to put the water in.
"Yeah, didn't think of that. Hey, how do you know about me and 'Mione."
"Awww Mione! How cute."
"You call her that." He said looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah but I'm not in love with her and I'm sure it sounds better to her when you say it." I said clasping my hands together and making googly eyes. He laughed then his expression turned serious.
"You don't hate me?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"Of course not! Not particularly happy with you but I don't hate you."
He visibly relaxed and I punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"You're not out of the woods yet." I told him and he looked at me inquisitively.
"What?"
"You are so lucky I didn't hex you on the spot tonight, I seriously considered it!"
"Oh I don't doubt that Gin, I really don't. Bat Bogey by any chance?" he asked.
"You bet." I said before pulling him up and walking out the door with him trailing behind me.
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A/N: Ok I'm really pressed for time and nothing is going my way right now!!! I have this Awards night to go to at my school tonight. God forbid that someone thought that I should get an award. When I found out who it was.Grr. I really wanted to answer some of my reviewers questions but as I don't have the time, can't. (thank goodness I can touch type!) Since you guys always want chapters I thought that I better get it up! You better be happy about this! I expect lots of thank yous! lol. Only joking.
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Chapter 9: The Fight (For lack of a better title!)
"Ron!" Harry said looking around himself frantically, trying to calm my brother down. He should know by now that it doesn't work that way. You just have to ride out a Weasley temper. I watched on despite my better judgement. I should have stopped it but I really didn't feel like giving Harry a break right now.
"What?" he said, I swear he almost snarled it.
"What are you going on about?"
"What am I going on about? Like you don't know!" he said leaning across the table closer to Harry.
"I don't!"
"You're.I warned you and you ignored me." he said, eyes flashing.
"Ron, I really don't know what you are talking about." Harry said for the third time.
"Two words: My sister."
Oh gods.how embarrassing. Now if he had said "My brother" it wouldn't have been so bad. No one would have known whom he meant! But of course there only had to be one Weasley girl. I resisted the urge to hide my face behind my hands. A lot of heads swivelled in my direction then. I couldn't help it. I smiled feebly and waved at the students looking my way. Soon after they tuned back into what was happening with Harry and Ron.
"Ron, now it's you who doesn't know what they are talking about!"
Uh oh, now Harry was fired up. This wasn't going to have a good end result.
"I don't know? She's talked to me Harry; I know exactly what is going on. How could you hurt her like that?" Ron said his last sentence quietly, quietly because I knew that he was hurt as well.
"Give it a rest Ron, it was no big deal. We didn't really like-"
"Don't you dare." Ron said, finding his fight again.
"Don't I dare what?" Harry said, challenging Ron.
I was extremely glad that neither of them bought their wands to dinner and I could see by the look on Hermione's face that she was thinking the same thing.
"Don't you dare say what you are thinking. You don't know what Ginny feels and thinks!"
"What, and I suppose you do?" Harry said leaning closer to Ron.
Why weren't any of the teachers coming over? Any other time they would be snooping. I looked up to the teachers table and saw Professor Dumbledore surveying the two of them over his half moon spectacles and McGonagall looked as though she would like nothing more than to come over and stop Harry and Ron right this moment. It was obvious to anyone that Dumbledore had told her no.
I looked back to the fight I suppose you would call it and saw that they were just staring at each other, not knowing what to say to each other.
"You're no hero Harry Potter, hell, you won't even be the boy who lived when I'm through with you!" Ron said, jumping up onto the table.
Ok, so maybe they did have more to say. I couldn't let the two people I cared most about tear each other to shreds!
"Stop!" I yelled loudly enough for everyone in the hall to hear. Both Harry and Ron stopped, Ron with is fist mid air, begging to smack right into Harry's face. Harry pinned down by Ron fighting against him.
I walked over to them and spoke my mind.
"Ron, get off him. I can't believe you just did that! You didn't even think to talk to me before announcing the details of my private life to the whole school! You are so stupid sometimes!" I roared at my brother. Slowly, he climbed off Harry and he opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him.
"Harry is a hero, he saved the whole wizarding world from Voldermort-" people gasped. "Oh get over it." I said more than annoyed now.
Harry had stood up now and was smugly brushing off his robes.
"And you!" I said walking over to him and jabbing him in the chest hard with my finger.
"As for now knowing what you were talking about, you didn't. You have no idea how I feel, if you did then this conversation wouldn't have even happened!" I said and I walked out the hall, my footsteps echoing loudly on the slate floor.
I had barely made it to the exit of the hall before I came face to face with Malfoy.
"Bugger off Ferret." I said pushing past him. I did not want to deal with him right now. Or ever for that matter.
I was on a mission. I headed up to my room and slammed the door and put a locking charm on it. I pulled out a handful of floo powder and stuck my head into the fire.
***
"Then I ran up here and flooed you." I said wiping away a tear of anger that had found its way out of my eye.
"Oh Ginny dear, I'm so sorry to hear that." My mother said to me soothingly. This was the idea I had had before dinner, to floo my mother to talk to her about everything that was going on. At least Mum was on my side.
"I just don't know what to do anymore Mum. I got so angry. They think they know everything about me when in fact that know barely anything."
"I wish I could be there to help Ginny sweetheart but I think that despite what you say, you are handling things very well by yourself." She said, reaching out and patting me on the shoulder. I looked back from the fire and saw her hand on my shoulder. I put my hand on hers, trying not to cry.
"Try not to let them upset you anymore. Why don't you have a talk with Hermione."?
"Uh well she probably hates me right now." I said having forgotten all about Hermione and my brother.
"Why ever would she hate you?"
"Uhm. No reason."
"Ginny" my mother said in her tell-me-or-else tone of voice.
"Ronandmione are goingtothe ball." I rushed out in one breath hoping that she wouldn't catch it.
"They are! That's absolutely wonderful! Are they an item, tell me all Ginny!"
Uh oh.
"How did you do that?" I asked amazed.
"Do what?" she said, stopping midway through her celebration.
"Understand me."
"Oh that. I was a girl once too Ginny." She said smiling warmly. I smiled back.
"I don't know all the details, but I'll find out for you. Oh yeah! I have pictures." I got up and grabbed the photos that I had hidden under my mattress and went back to the fire that had my mother's head sitting it in merrily.
"Ohhh look at them. Aren't they sweet!? Hang on a moment, why do you have these Ginny?" she asked narrowing her eyes at me.
"Souvenirs, For Ron and Hermione of course. Or blackmail; however things work. I mean souvenirs." I added hastily.
My Mum glared at me and I grinned.
"All in Ron's best interests of course Mum. I have to go, people might actually wonder where I am. See you."
"Chin up Ginny dear. Goodbye." I waved to my Mum and instead of unlocking the door I crawled into my bed and fell into a night of dreamless sleep.
***
I heard a tapping at my window and I got up to investigate and found a black owl with bright yellow eyes looking in at me. I took the note from it and it took off. I unrolled the piece of parchment intrigued; I hadn't seen this owl before.
Ginny, please don't hate me. I want to talk to you. Let me in. Literally, let me in! I'm outside your room.
~Ron.
Well I had to give him points for trying. Ron can be smart when he wants too be. He used someone else's owl. He probably thought that if he had used Pig I wouldn't have read the message. Little did he know that I didn't hate him at all. I was actually surprised that he had fought with his best friend of seven years over his sister and taken his sister's side. That's the good thing about the Weasley family, we stick together. Ok well, except for Percy, but we won't enter into that.
Ron and I have always had a connection, I guess because we were the last ones at home and we are the closest in age and can understand each other a lot more. I sighed and got up and opened the door to find Ron standing there with a bunch of daisies that he had obviously picked himself in his hand. He smiled sheepishly at me and handed them to me.
I beckoned him to follow me into the room.
"You should have done the flower thing with Hermione, she would have liked it." I said, summoning a vase to put the water in.
"Yeah, didn't think of that. Hey, how do you know about me and 'Mione."
"Awww Mione! How cute."
"You call her that." He said looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah but I'm not in love with her and I'm sure it sounds better to her when you say it." I said clasping my hands together and making googly eyes. He laughed then his expression turned serious.
"You don't hate me?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"Of course not! Not particularly happy with you but I don't hate you."
He visibly relaxed and I punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"You're not out of the woods yet." I told him and he looked at me inquisitively.
"What?"
"You are so lucky I didn't hex you on the spot tonight, I seriously considered it!"
"Oh I don't doubt that Gin, I really don't. Bat Bogey by any chance?" he asked.
"You bet." I said before pulling him up and walking out the door with him trailing behind me.
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A/N: Ok I'm really pressed for time and nothing is going my way right now!!! I have this Awards night to go to at my school tonight. God forbid that someone thought that I should get an award. When I found out who it was.Grr. I really wanted to answer some of my reviewers questions but as I don't have the time, can't. (thank goodness I can touch type!) Since you guys always want chapters I thought that I better get it up! You better be happy about this! I expect lots of thank yous! lol. Only joking.
Nesserz. He