Chapter Eighteen
A/N: I am very sorry all my h/d shippers if there were any. I am very sorry. Please, just read the chapter, and you'll see why I am apologizing now. Oh, and I should say sorry to my Ron/Hermione shippers too, for the, um, reference to some stuff. If I could have a third category for this story, it would be humor. I have all these ideas, and I could just start laughing my head off at half of them. On with the story.
"I." Ginny was cut short by a loud scream.'
"Bloody hell, who got kidnapped this time?" Harry asked, standing up, and leaving the room. Ginny just sat there, dazed. He really loved her. He did. Her life felt more complete now. Ginny stood up, and followed Harry.
Harry was already running down the hallway by the time Ginny got out of the closet. She ran to catch up with him, and ran along side him as he ran to the scream. "Harry, I want to answer your question." Ginny said, timidly.
"Gin, I don't have time for that now. I love you, I really do." Harry said, stopping, and turning to look at her. "It's just, now I have to see what is wrong."
"That's your problem." Ginny screamed at him.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"You think that you have to carry the world on you shoulders. You think that you always have to play the hero. Harry, give it a rest. You don't always have to save everyone."
"But, what if." Harry began.
"He is DEAD! Get that through your thick skull. The only reason anybody would go missing is if Hermione eloped with Malfoy, in which Ron would make himself contently unavailable. Will you stop worrying!" Ginny screamed, her temper rising. "You don't have to save ANYBODY! Will you stop saving people!"
Harry was speechless. Ginny just screamed at him, telling him to stop playing the hero. "But, I thought you wanted me to save people." Harry said, still confused.
"URGH! How THICK are you? That was when Voldie-Moldie was still here! Will you understand that?" Ginny said, getting even angrier. Out of what ever caused him to do this, which is a mystery to anybody, Harry pulled Ginny close to him.
"I love you." He said.
"I scream at you for always playing the hero, and all you can do is tell me that you love me?" Ginny said, pounding her fists on his chest.
"Well, and this." Harry leaned in and kissed her. The kiss could have progressed, but just then Ron came bounding up.
"Will you to get a room?" Ron asked, sickened by the sight. "Well, now that I have said that, I can say this." Ron prepared himself for what was coming next, then screamed, "Hermione's better! She is making a full recovery! So, who wants to kill Malfoy for getting Mione sick?"
The look on Harry and Ginny's face was priceless. Both had a look of shock on their faces, and terror at the same time as well as the look of oddness on Ginny's face, because to her, Ron appeared high. "Umm, Ron, are you, ya know, doing anything?" Harry asked, concerned for Ron's well being.
Ron let out a gasp. "Harry, you mean to tell me that the boy who snogs my sister until tomorrow is gay?" Ron said, shock in his voice. Ginny couldn't help herself and started giggling.
"Gin, stop." Harry said, trying to keep a straight face. "No Ron, I am not gay. It's just, have you. er. are you."
"High? Harry is trying to ask you if you are high." Ginny said, suppressing her giggles to help Harry along.
"What are you thinking? Of course I'm not high! What do I look like, an idiot? No, I kissed Hermione, that's all." Then Ron realized what he had just said. His eyes resembled plates with little blue dots in them, and he brought his hands to his mouth.
"You. WHAT?" Harry yelled, not believing what he had heard. "You kissed Hermione. The same one who only two weeks ago was shagging Malfoy in the Head's common Room. That one?"
"Well, how many Hermione's do we know?" Ron stated, as if it was the most obvious thing. "Is that a problem?" Ron continued on not realizing what Harry had said. "Ya, like I said, I kissed her. It was the mo. Harry, did you say that Herm was 'shagging' Malfoy?"
"Well, um, Ron, see, um, I know some people who aren't going to be sharing in your joy." Ginny said, trying to shift Ron's focus to his joy that he got to kiss Hermione.
"Like who?" Ron asked, suddenly interested.
"Like Malfoy?" The color drained from Ron's face faster than you could say 'snogging.'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- A/N: I just have to put this in. Take it as a little thing that is completely out of the ordinary before the rest of the story unfolds. I wanted to add some stupid humor, and yet something happens through it. I was laughing when I was writing it, because I was on the phone with my friend, and they found the chapter funny, so I started laughing, and we were all laughing. And I'll stop going on and on now. I realize that this was a short chapter. But, I felt that I should just leave it there, because in the next chapter, we learn TONS more about Bellatrix Lestrange. And you also learn why she is seeking revenge on Harry, and so forth. So, Hermione is getting better, that's good. I want to say that Silent Night now has over 50 reviews! (Stands up, and does a little dance. Suddenly, hpgal186 is over come in a fit of hacking coughs. The author runs to the near-by kitchen and hastily pours a drink. Then, she devours the water, and returns to the computer.) So, now, I will write out my thank you's that are long over due.
They go to: Guruguru214 Lightprincess Pr0ph3t Chicanosurfer01 Thekillerpie Rose petal Sarahamanda Man in the shadows of bla Dolphingirl179 Hermione2004 PhoenixBlack2004 Hbdragon88 Noraseyes Titanic-HarryPotter-lvr-2 Lilyflower06 Looneylover Lovely-lolly VarsityCheerleader Shdurrani Captian Obivious Symphadora Loudnproud223
I am sorry if I misspelled your pennames. My eyes hurt, I can't see straight, and if I even have half my brain, I am lucky. Until next time, review.
A/N: I am very sorry all my h/d shippers if there were any. I am very sorry. Please, just read the chapter, and you'll see why I am apologizing now. Oh, and I should say sorry to my Ron/Hermione shippers too, for the, um, reference to some stuff. If I could have a third category for this story, it would be humor. I have all these ideas, and I could just start laughing my head off at half of them. On with the story.
"I." Ginny was cut short by a loud scream.'
"Bloody hell, who got kidnapped this time?" Harry asked, standing up, and leaving the room. Ginny just sat there, dazed. He really loved her. He did. Her life felt more complete now. Ginny stood up, and followed Harry.
Harry was already running down the hallway by the time Ginny got out of the closet. She ran to catch up with him, and ran along side him as he ran to the scream. "Harry, I want to answer your question." Ginny said, timidly.
"Gin, I don't have time for that now. I love you, I really do." Harry said, stopping, and turning to look at her. "It's just, now I have to see what is wrong."
"That's your problem." Ginny screamed at him.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"You think that you have to carry the world on you shoulders. You think that you always have to play the hero. Harry, give it a rest. You don't always have to save everyone."
"But, what if." Harry began.
"He is DEAD! Get that through your thick skull. The only reason anybody would go missing is if Hermione eloped with Malfoy, in which Ron would make himself contently unavailable. Will you stop worrying!" Ginny screamed, her temper rising. "You don't have to save ANYBODY! Will you stop saving people!"
Harry was speechless. Ginny just screamed at him, telling him to stop playing the hero. "But, I thought you wanted me to save people." Harry said, still confused.
"URGH! How THICK are you? That was when Voldie-Moldie was still here! Will you understand that?" Ginny said, getting even angrier. Out of what ever caused him to do this, which is a mystery to anybody, Harry pulled Ginny close to him.
"I love you." He said.
"I scream at you for always playing the hero, and all you can do is tell me that you love me?" Ginny said, pounding her fists on his chest.
"Well, and this." Harry leaned in and kissed her. The kiss could have progressed, but just then Ron came bounding up.
"Will you to get a room?" Ron asked, sickened by the sight. "Well, now that I have said that, I can say this." Ron prepared himself for what was coming next, then screamed, "Hermione's better! She is making a full recovery! So, who wants to kill Malfoy for getting Mione sick?"
The look on Harry and Ginny's face was priceless. Both had a look of shock on their faces, and terror at the same time as well as the look of oddness on Ginny's face, because to her, Ron appeared high. "Umm, Ron, are you, ya know, doing anything?" Harry asked, concerned for Ron's well being.
Ron let out a gasp. "Harry, you mean to tell me that the boy who snogs my sister until tomorrow is gay?" Ron said, shock in his voice. Ginny couldn't help herself and started giggling.
"Gin, stop." Harry said, trying to keep a straight face. "No Ron, I am not gay. It's just, have you. er. are you."
"High? Harry is trying to ask you if you are high." Ginny said, suppressing her giggles to help Harry along.
"What are you thinking? Of course I'm not high! What do I look like, an idiot? No, I kissed Hermione, that's all." Then Ron realized what he had just said. His eyes resembled plates with little blue dots in them, and he brought his hands to his mouth.
"You. WHAT?" Harry yelled, not believing what he had heard. "You kissed Hermione. The same one who only two weeks ago was shagging Malfoy in the Head's common Room. That one?"
"Well, how many Hermione's do we know?" Ron stated, as if it was the most obvious thing. "Is that a problem?" Ron continued on not realizing what Harry had said. "Ya, like I said, I kissed her. It was the mo. Harry, did you say that Herm was 'shagging' Malfoy?"
"Well, um, Ron, see, um, I know some people who aren't going to be sharing in your joy." Ginny said, trying to shift Ron's focus to his joy that he got to kiss Hermione.
"Like who?" Ron asked, suddenly interested.
"Like Malfoy?" The color drained from Ron's face faster than you could say 'snogging.'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- A/N: I just have to put this in. Take it as a little thing that is completely out of the ordinary before the rest of the story unfolds. I wanted to add some stupid humor, and yet something happens through it. I was laughing when I was writing it, because I was on the phone with my friend, and they found the chapter funny, so I started laughing, and we were all laughing. And I'll stop going on and on now. I realize that this was a short chapter. But, I felt that I should just leave it there, because in the next chapter, we learn TONS more about Bellatrix Lestrange. And you also learn why she is seeking revenge on Harry, and so forth. So, Hermione is getting better, that's good. I want to say that Silent Night now has over 50 reviews! (Stands up, and does a little dance. Suddenly, hpgal186 is over come in a fit of hacking coughs. The author runs to the near-by kitchen and hastily pours a drink. Then, she devours the water, and returns to the computer.) So, now, I will write out my thank you's that are long over due.
They go to: Guruguru214 Lightprincess Pr0ph3t Chicanosurfer01 Thekillerpie Rose petal Sarahamanda Man in the shadows of bla Dolphingirl179 Hermione2004 PhoenixBlack2004 Hbdragon88 Noraseyes Titanic-HarryPotter-lvr-2 Lilyflower06 Looneylover Lovely-lolly VarsityCheerleader Shdurrani Captian Obivious Symphadora Loudnproud223
I am sorry if I misspelled your pennames. My eyes hurt, I can't see straight, and if I even have half my brain, I am lucky. Until next time, review.
