A/N: SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG! IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO THINK OF ANOTHER
EXCITING PLOT TWIST... NOTHING TO EXCITING THIS CHAPTER, JUST A TRANSITION
INTO THE WEASLEY HOUSE I PROMISE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER AND MORE
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DISCLAIMER: I DEFINITLY DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER... BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT, SO...
Gin-
Pick me up at dark.
Harry
"He's coming 'Mione! He's coming!" I squealed and smiled brightly.
"Umm... yea, I know. I read it. You're picking him up at dark," her response was dripping with sarcasm, but nothing she could say would spoil my fun.
"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, Harry's coming!" I chanted, hopping in circles around our sitting room.
My mum walked in and glanced at Hermione who just rolled her eyes.
"Hi mum. Hasn't it been a lovely morning?" I asked perhaps a little too enthusiastically
"What do you want this time?" she smiled giving me the all-knowing motherly
smile that she was so good at.
"Harry said we could pick him up at dark-- I mean- if that's okay with you."
She smiled. "Sure. You and I will take your fathers muggle car and pick him up we'll leave in...." But I had already stopped listening- I could hardly believe my ears.
Harry Potter, spending the summer at the burrow- with me! I couldn't help but daydream...Infact I can't remember hearing anyone or anything until my mum called for me at a quarter to eight... "Ginny, are you ready, hun?"
Now that I think about it, that car ride was the first time my mum and I were ever alone together. You would think that a teenage daughter and her mum would spend some 'bonding time' together, wouldn't you?
Fifteen minutes into the drive, my mum finally broke the awkward silence between us, "So... what's with Hermione and Ron these days?"
Wow... just when I think things can't possibly get any weirder, she has to go and prove me wrong!
"Why are you asking ME?! Why not ask Ron?"
She seemed to think about this for a minute, "Well...because he wont talk about his personal life and you are friends with them..." she paused again. "Plus, a mother should know these things, shouldn't she?"
"So do you ask Ron about me and Harry?"
She turned to face me, and seemed to completely forget she was driving a car, "Is there something to ask about?" she sounded excited.
"MUM! STOP!" I practically screeched, I could feel the famous Ginny- blush rising in my face.
"Please… my favorite daughter-" she pleaded
"- Your only daughter," I sighed. "Stop!" I commanded.
"Virginia, I was only teasing."
"No, I mean stop the car," I hardly could suppress my laughter, "Harry was standing right back there."
She paused a moment, and looked in her rear-view mirror, and sure enough about ten yards back was Harry. She managed to turn the car around with minimal difficulty, and stopped in front of Harry.
My mum popped the trunk and I began to open my door to help him put his things in the trunk, but he gently pushed it closed before I could get out.
"Errmm..." Harry opened the backseat door. " You guys do remember Dudley, right?"
"Why yes, of course," my mum answered.
He sighed in relief, "Good," and suddenly Dudley appeared from behind Harry's luggage.
My jaw dropped instantly. I just stared blankly, so many questions popped into my head all at once but I couldn't figure out how to make myself speak.
"What's going on Harry?" My mum asked, sounding as confused as I felt.
"Shh, shh..." he prompted us to stay quiet. He and Dudley put their two small suitcases in the trunk and climbed in the back seat.
"We'll explain on the way, just go before Vernon hears us."
Together they told us Dudley's story, from his unwanted waffles and his lost weight to Harry's tutoring job and the note they had left on the counter for the Dursely's.
Although I was looking forward to making my fantasies of Harry come true, unfortunately the best memory I have of that night was Ron's face when he saw Dudley. He was more shocked than I was… it was priceless.
It was nearly midnight by the time Hermione and I finished asking all our questions, and Harry and Dudley were exhausted.
Dudley headed off to Ron's room, but Harry stayed back and gave me a quick hug.
" 'Night Harry," I whispered into his ear.
"See you tomorrow morning," He gave me a gentle squeeze and we parted, both going off to bed.
Neither of us knew then what we were in store for.
DISCLAIMER: I DEFINITLY DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER... BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT, SO...
Gin-
Pick me up at dark.
Harry
"He's coming 'Mione! He's coming!" I squealed and smiled brightly.
"Umm... yea, I know. I read it. You're picking him up at dark," her response was dripping with sarcasm, but nothing she could say would spoil my fun.
"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, Harry's coming!" I chanted, hopping in circles around our sitting room.
My mum walked in and glanced at Hermione who just rolled her eyes.
"Hi mum. Hasn't it been a lovely morning?" I asked perhaps a little too enthusiastically
"What do you want this time?" she smiled giving me the all-knowing motherly
smile that she was so good at.
"Harry said we could pick him up at dark-- I mean- if that's okay with you."
She smiled. "Sure. You and I will take your fathers muggle car and pick him up we'll leave in...." But I had already stopped listening- I could hardly believe my ears.
Harry Potter, spending the summer at the burrow- with me! I couldn't help but daydream...Infact I can't remember hearing anyone or anything until my mum called for me at a quarter to eight... "Ginny, are you ready, hun?"
Now that I think about it, that car ride was the first time my mum and I were ever alone together. You would think that a teenage daughter and her mum would spend some 'bonding time' together, wouldn't you?
Fifteen minutes into the drive, my mum finally broke the awkward silence between us, "So... what's with Hermione and Ron these days?"
Wow... just when I think things can't possibly get any weirder, she has to go and prove me wrong!
"Why are you asking ME?! Why not ask Ron?"
She seemed to think about this for a minute, "Well...because he wont talk about his personal life and you are friends with them..." she paused again. "Plus, a mother should know these things, shouldn't she?"
"So do you ask Ron about me and Harry?"
She turned to face me, and seemed to completely forget she was driving a car, "Is there something to ask about?" she sounded excited.
"MUM! STOP!" I practically screeched, I could feel the famous Ginny- blush rising in my face.
"Please… my favorite daughter-" she pleaded
"- Your only daughter," I sighed. "Stop!" I commanded.
"Virginia, I was only teasing."
"No, I mean stop the car," I hardly could suppress my laughter, "Harry was standing right back there."
She paused a moment, and looked in her rear-view mirror, and sure enough about ten yards back was Harry. She managed to turn the car around with minimal difficulty, and stopped in front of Harry.
My mum popped the trunk and I began to open my door to help him put his things in the trunk, but he gently pushed it closed before I could get out.
"Errmm..." Harry opened the backseat door. " You guys do remember Dudley, right?"
"Why yes, of course," my mum answered.
He sighed in relief, "Good," and suddenly Dudley appeared from behind Harry's luggage.
My jaw dropped instantly. I just stared blankly, so many questions popped into my head all at once but I couldn't figure out how to make myself speak.
"What's going on Harry?" My mum asked, sounding as confused as I felt.
"Shh, shh..." he prompted us to stay quiet. He and Dudley put their two small suitcases in the trunk and climbed in the back seat.
"We'll explain on the way, just go before Vernon hears us."
Together they told us Dudley's story, from his unwanted waffles and his lost weight to Harry's tutoring job and the note they had left on the counter for the Dursely's.
Although I was looking forward to making my fantasies of Harry come true, unfortunately the best memory I have of that night was Ron's face when he saw Dudley. He was more shocked than I was… it was priceless.
It was nearly midnight by the time Hermione and I finished asking all our questions, and Harry and Dudley were exhausted.
Dudley headed off to Ron's room, but Harry stayed back and gave me a quick hug.
" 'Night Harry," I whispered into his ear.
"See you tomorrow morning," He gave me a gentle squeeze and we parted, both going off to bed.
Neither of us knew then what we were in store for.