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During dinner, despite the previous hostile feelings everyone had toward each other, everyone was perfectly pleasant. Mrs. Weasley had forgiven the boys for the disgusting breakfast dishes when they sweetly offered to help with the parcels from her errands.

Ron and Ginny were speaking to each other, though Ginny was rather formal and polite. Harry was too busy trying to distract Fred and George from telling Ron about his hallway performance that morning to notice that while Ginny had dived under the table to retrive her spoon, she had tied Harrys laces together.

"May I have the carrots please Harry?" Ginny asked from across the table, her voice dripping with politeness. She smiled with her dimples showing and her mother coughed on her casserole.

Harry stared back, slightly confused and suddenly very alert. Shifting his ankles he realized what she had done. He hid his smirk and passed the vegetables to her. Pretending to scratch his leg, he reached down and quickly pulled his laces apart, plotting a counter act. He elbowed Ron and muttered his idea. His friend nodded in agreement.

Ron knocked Harry's knife unto the floor and apologizing, offered to get it. He dove under the table and while Mrs. Weasley brought in dessert, he went to work. Instead of going with Harry's plan of tying Ginny to her chair, he decided to tie Harry and Ginny together. Neither would be able to leave from the table. Ron aware of his own brillance and genius, could barely contain himself when he surfaced and handed Harry's knife back. Harry looked at him and he grinned back, unable to do anything else. 'Ron's gone mad', Harry mused.

Fred and George ate their pie in two bites and hurried off to their rooms. Mr. Weasley was tired and went off to bed, asking that no one make any loud noises, and Ron abruptly left and muttered something about "Pig" and "a walk". Mrs. Weasley sat drinking tea while Harry and Ginny shot each other smug looks. They both wanted to see the other fall on their face.

They each had two peices of pie, and took forever eating them, waiting for the other to try and stand up. Finally after forty five minutes of trying keep up conversation with the two distracted teenagers, Mrs. Weasley wisely decided to head up to her room to do some knitting.

"You're done Harry why don't you put your plate in the sink. I'll do the dishes." Ginny's dimples pierced her cheeks.

"Ok", said Harry, thinking it was a shame she was being so nice, as she was about to fall on her face. He tried the get up but his legs were stuck. Ginny yelped.

"Hey Potter, stop playing footsie!"

"I'm...not!"

"Are we...?"

"Tied together?"

'Crap!' thought Harry. 'Ron you just keeping making my day brighter.'

"Everyone's left already!" Ginny whined. Her legs writhed under the table, and Harry almost fell out of his seat.

"Ok, stop being a BABY first of all", Harry said and Ginny kicked his shin. "Ow- what did I just say?" he shouted angrily.

"Oh shut up!"

"You started it!"

"'You started it!'" Ginny mimicked. "I'M the baby?"

From upstairs Mrs. Weasley hollered, "Quiet down there!"

The murderous looks on their faces could have melted steel. "Let's try and kick off our shoes, how about that?' Ginny offered.

"Yea except you had to pull your legs, now my laces are to tight, and my feet won't come out-" Harry wasn't going to give her the satasfaction of agreeing with any of her ideas

"Ok", she interrupted irritably. "How about I wiggle under the table to your side, and we'll be closer and we can loosen them like that?'

"O...ok....fine." Jealously, he had to admit, his idea involved flipping the table.

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Ginny gave one last sneer before lowering herself to the ground and scooting over on her back. 'Gross', she thought as her hair brushed along the dusty floor.

She finally reached his side of the table and looked up at him. It was a rather humorous situation, though since Ginny and her kicking legs had access to more of Harry, he didn't think it would be wise to mention it. He struggled with the knot until he thought his nails would pull out. Ginny lazily layed on the floor looking around her as Harry did all the work.

"I never noticed how many corners this room has", she said trying to disgruntle Harry. He made a frustrated grunt and she sighed boredly, "Boys are so incompetent." Another forty five minutes had passed.

Ginny, to her disdain, couldn't get it. And Harry had given up trying. Everyone had forgotten about them and gone to bed. They were alone in a kitchen, chained together. The decided after another hour they would wait until morning when someone woke up and found them.

Harry would have dearly loved to sink down onto the floor which looked more comfortable than his chair, but thought it might create an odd situation and decided his chair was safer than Ginny killing him while he slept. They casually chatted about the weather before they began an arguement over the different types of clouds.

'I'm right, it's Cumulus' Harry stubbornly thought. Ginny was drifting off and had curled herself around his chair. He thought about kicking her to make her mad, but decided not to since he was tired anyway. 'And if she's asleep anyway...' he slowly slid out of his chair and onto the floor and wrapped himself around the other side of his chair. Ginny's eyes fluttered and closed. His head barely hit the floor before he was out.

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The waking hours the next morning were quite awkward for the two, as they discovered in the night their heads had met under the chair and they had slept all night with their foreheads touching. To find herself waking up to stare into the green eyes she had once adored was disarming. She recovered quickly enough-

"Do I have a scar imprint?" Ginny joked.

"Is my face covered in freckles?" Harry leered back.

"No, just acne."

Harry tsked. "Liar."

"Jerk."

"Hey Ginny, when you put on your bra, does it tell you which side goes in front, or is it reversable? Not like you even need one..."

"Hey Harry, when you jerk off do you where my brothers boxers on your head then too?"

Harry reddened and tried to ignore the comment. 'Maybe I could just ignore her all together? No, it was too enjoyable to play along.' "Ginny Weasley, I'm not a queer. Want me to prove it?" he asked devilishly. His hand went to his zipper.

His comment caught her completely off guard and she almost let it offend her, but then,"Harry Potter keep it in your pants!" A laugh threatened to give away her amusement, but she suppressed it and sat up.

He sat up as well and they leaned against the chair. Suddenly he remembered his knife, still on the table next to them. Embarrassed it had slipped his mind until now, he reached over, grabbed the knife and after about 5 minutes of sawing, freed them from each other. He then looked at her proudly, as though he hadn't just made an ass of himself and was a genius.

Ginny had watched the whole thing in disbelief. She didn't know what else to say, and it seemed silly to get mad now, so she said the only thing that came to mind, "I hate you, Harry."

"And I feel very strongly about you too, Ginny", said Harry, smiling in what he hoped was his most obnoxious smile. Giggling, he quickly fled to his room to avoid being pummeled again by an very testy Ginny.

He thought he heard her growl...



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