The group finally stopped in front of the rickety Weasley house that much resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, though a whole lot shabbier and with a door handle that bit you if you grabbed it to hard. Oh, and it didn't greatly resemble a large layer cake . . . .at least not as much.
Ginny got out of the car and deeply bowed, showing Harry the way out. He laughed heartily and climbed out, nodding to her regally before they both chuckled and walked to the trunk of the car. Ginny took the liberty of pushing past Harry exaggeratedly and bewitching his luggage to float up in the air, and zoom inside the house. Unfortunately, at that period of time, doors were, believe it or not, in use, and the large trunk burst through the wooden door, leaving a gaping and rigid hole in the center of their door.
Ginny's mouth swung open and she immediately began to bumble off excuses and try to hide her cherry red blush. Harry stared at the hole for a second, and then began to laugh.
Really loud.
He kept on guffawing until Ginny looked at him fiercely with her hand on her hip and her toe tapping in an extremely annoyed manner. "Are you done yet, or do you need a few more minutes?"
"A few more minutes, please." Harry managed to get out before he collapsed in laughter again.
"Oh, that's very funny Mr. Potter. Excuse me if I don't join you in this joyous merriment at the expense of others." Said Ginny in a tight, superior voice, trying to keep a small smile from creeping onto her face, which she was trying as hard as she could to contort into something resembling Professor McGonogall's.
Harry straightened up slowly, sighing a happy sigh at the first time he had laughed like that in ages. "I'm sorry, Gin . . . .the look on your face was just so funny!" He began to laugh again but stopped when Ginny kicked him in the shin. He grinned mischievously at her and she smiled and wrinkled her small, pointed nose up pertly. "I do hope you aren't trying to start something, Mrs. Weasley. I happen to be quite the champion at professional kicking."
Ginny laughed. "As much as I'd love to see your, I'm sure, amazing skill, I happen to be watching a fiasco about to happen."
Harry turned around to see Ron about to cast a charm on Hermione's luggage to send it into the house. Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill had already entered the house, Bill stopping and chuckling at the door before rolling his eyes and swiftly fixing it with a swish of his wand. Ron raised his arm, about to mutter the spell, when Hermione walked past him to go into the house and accidentally brushed up against his arm.
Ron started as he felt Hermione's skin touch his own, causing his wand to fly up and go into spasms, before landing on Hermione's trunk with a, "CRACK!", a flash of hot pink light, and as the blue smoke cleared Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron gaped at what they saw. Hermione's luggage had now sprouted two very chubby, very short legs. The trunk hopped up from its resting place and jumped out onto the dusty ground where it began to do elaborate tap dancing steps into the house.
"Right, then." Said Ron, his voice high and squeaky. "We should probably be going in now." He then began to walk as if he were running a marathon up to the house, Hermione catching up to him after a few seconds and calmly reassuring him that his mother would have no problem fixing her luggage.
Ginny and Harry bit their lips as they tried to suppress their laughter and slowly walked up to the house, pushing the door open to reveal a scene Harry had never been able to forget.
All around him there was magic; sweaters' knitting themselves, tomatoes slicing themselves, a radio in the far corner played a tune merrily but was slightly flat, due to the quality. The house smelled of must and old age, pillows that needed to be fluffed were covered in heavy particles of dust. Tacky fabrics covered the furniture and messy drawings of toads, wands, wizards, brooms, and other assorted magical things, no doubt drawn by all of the Weasley children at a young age, decorated the walls. Everywhere you looked something amazing was happening, and the wonder of it all made you believe if you didn't drink it all in at once it would suddenly vanish, leaving you with an empty feeling that you had missed your chance to explore the most wondrous world of all. Harry smiled, never as happy to be back. Ginny took Harry's arm and pulled him to the stairs, knowing he would never get anywhere if he stood there gaping at everything for years and years.
Ron and Hermione were at the bottom of the stairs waiting for them. Ron's blush had faded a shade lighter, but he was sweating profusely at the way Hermione's hand hung so close to his.
"We wanted to make sure you guys weren't out there snogging." Joked Hermione playfully.
"Naw, we're saving that for tonight." Harry said laughing.
"Oh but, Harry, I don't think I can wait any longer, lets begin right now." Said Ginny, faking a breathy voice.
"Yes, my darling." Harry said in the same breathy way, grabbing her around the waist and bending down as if to kiss her.
"OH MY GOD! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" yelled Ron, separating the two by physical means, mainly by throwing Harry out of the way angrily.
"Oh, shut up! We were joking. Honestly, Ron, you can be so dim witted! Strike that, you're always dim witted!" Said Ginny, wondering how Ron could be so horribly stupid and oblivious to the happenings around him sometimes. But then again, there was something about the way Harry's arm had held her so strongly, so protectively.
What am I, four? There was nothing about the way Harry behaved than playful acting! Just get that through your thick skull! Ginny yelled to herself, disgusted at the way she was still pining after Harry like a lost puppy dog.
Ginny and Harry made their way upstairs, walking in silence for the most part. Ron and Hermione were light years behind them, each one "accidentally" bumping into the other every three seconds, blushing profusely, and mumbling incoherent apologies that weren't meant or accepted in any way at all. Harry turned back around, chuckling to himself after watching Ron stare hungrily at Hermione, then Hermione suddenly turning around and meeting his gaze to which he jumped back, fell down the stairs, and ripped his pants.
Hermione, of course, rushed down the stairs after him, helping him up and forcing herself not to look at the large whole showing his "Nelson the 3 Year Old Sorcerer" boxers, all the while stifling a great bit of laughter threatening to erupt from her mouth. The two walked off to find Ron's mother, the inevitable explaining of just how he got the rip in his pants soon to come.
"What are we going to do with those two?" Harry muttered to Ginny as they neared the top of the stairs.
"I was thinking, lock them in a broom closet together and not let them out until I hear some serious snogging." Ginny replied jokingly.
"You know, that's not a half bad idea." Harry teased back as they both stepped onto the third floor landing.
Ginny led Harry to a slightly larger room than Ron's first one, having been previously owned by Percy. Two twin beds were set up on both sides of the room, and two rickety desks stood with shabby lamps on them to use for studying. Ron's empty dresser, prepared for Harry's things to go into, was next to the door and a closet had been magically produced and now held all of Ron's clothes. Posters of the Chudley Cannons filled the slightly peeling walls, framed, scribbled artwork of a four year old Ron hung next to Ron's desk. A picture of the "Golden Trio" was displayed on the wall next to a small picture of Hermione, on which little hearts were drawn in the four corners. Books, magazines, and fly-away papers littered the floor.
"I know it's not much, but for now, it'll be home." Said Ginny, trying to sweep some of the mess under Ron's bed sheepishly.
"No, it's wonderful." Said Harry, marveling at the strongest feeling of home he had felt in the longest time.
"I'm sure mom'll make Ron clean up his half of the dump sometime soon at least. I think this is the part where I leave you to unpack and get settled." Ginny said, gesturing to where Harry's trunk lay on his bed, bending the weak structure of the mattress to an alarming position. "If you need anything, I'll just be in my room. Well, my and Hermione's room for the time being. Or maybe it's Hermione and I . . . . .Oh I don't know, you'll have to ask the human dictionary after she and Ron quit making googly eyes at one another and make it past the third stair." She pointed at what used to be Ron's room, but was now painted a light orange and pictures of famous poets adorned the walls.
"Thanks, Gin." Said Harry, and Ginny left to go to her room. I mean, her and Hermione's room.
Harry walked over to his trunk and had just gotten the lid open when Ron stumbled into the room, his head hung low. He collapsed onto the bed and stared blankly up at the Chudley Cannon's poster that hung on his ceiling. In it stood a boy about 18 with dark brown, almost black hair, bright blue eyes, and jaw that jutted out fiercely. Under him it had the name, Robert Minion, and in the background tiny quidditch players from the boy's own team flew around on tiny broomsticks, throwing a tiny auburn ball to and fro, protecting others from two small death black balls, and a girl with, it appeared to be, long blonde hair hovered above them before racing off to catch a miniscule fleck of gold, darting everywhere amazingly quick.
"So . . . ." began Harry, not able to resist the temptation.
"Did Hermione get a good look at your butt?"
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OK, so, I hope I didn't fail miserably at this chapter. Before my computer was being all screwy….but I forgave it, and it's back to normal, which is a good thing. Where am I going with this? Anyway, I was really worried about this but my beta reader (and my best friend) read it and she loved it, and she is an amazing writer so HA! Once again, where is this going? Anyway, I guess I'm just tired because it is only Monday and I have four more days of school and that's just phooey. So, I say goody bye, and if I knew how to do it all cool in those languages like the Von Trapp family I would. But sadly, I have no skills.
Oh, one more thing.
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