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"Oh...poppet...he wasn't SPYING on you." Mr. Weasley rubbed Ginny's back as she sat on her bed, fuming. She was trying to convince her parents to send Harry back to the Dursley's. Mrs. Weasley tisked from Ginny's doorway.
Ginny turned away angrily. How could he humiliate her like this? To watch her while she dressed- even as rotton as Fred and George could be, they'd never done anything to hurt her as much as this. Harry Potter was satan. Beyond scum, the lowest of the low...a slug. A worm. The microbes on a worm's bum. She hadn't even still been mad at him about the fart. Or the shoe laces...or the dishes. In fact she was planning on speaking to him again after lunch. But this was...unforgivable. She whirled back around to face her father.
"Yeah, ok and looking through my window is a completely normal thing to do!" Ginny began ranting. "You know if it were anyone else, you would have already mounted their head above the mantle! But because it's Har-ry, he can do whatever he bloody pleases! It's perfectly ACCEPTABLE for him to go around, peeping in windows while people are half-naked! Why don't we just name him King of The Burrow! Or wait, what about King Harry, ruler of Britain! I'm sure the Queen won't mind, and too bad if she does, because he's Harry Potter. Everyone, feel sorry for him, he hasn't got any PARENTS!" she shouted hotly.
Her father gaped at her. Puffing, she abruptly paused in suprise at the harshness of her own words. But then she remembered how she had only been wearing a BRA...Her anger flared again, and she thought her tears would spill over.
She got up and strode from the room, bumping into Ron outside her door. Her eyes blazed up at him, even though she knew he hadn't done anything wrong. She was suprised to find him glaring right back.
"You know Ginny, you should really grow up." he snarled.
Her mouth dropped in shock. 'Was this a joke? Who was the one who had just been visually assaulted here?'
Ron pointed toward the stairs, where shadows on the wall told her someone was retreating down them. "He was ABOUT to apologize to you. He wasn't SPYING on you! He...well he LEFT after he heard what you said about his parents!" Ginny's expression turned from anger to uncertainty and seeing this, Ron's voice softened. "He felt really bad Gin."
"And it's not like you've got anything to SEE, Ginny," Fred grinned, joining them in the hall. He gasped and stopped short, taking a step backwards. Ginny DEFINITELY growled.
Ron sighed and went back downstairs after his friend.
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Harry escaped to the outside where he felt comfortable and less...attacked. He couldn't believe the things Ginny had said. Did she actually think he'd intentionally SPY on her? How could she think so little of him? And that cheap shot about his parents...so maybe he did get away with alot, but it wasn't like he took advantage of it. It wasn't like he just went around, walking all over people because he was an orphan. He had saved her life for crying out loud!
What disappointed him the most, possibly, was that he was actually beginning to enjoy Ginny's company this year. Other years she had seemed too...aloof to hang out with them during the summer, preferring her books and being alone- he'd never gotten to know her. But this summer she turned out to be witty and clever, and SOCIAL- someone he'd enjoyed joking around with, maybe even liked as a friend.
'Well maybe she's not the person I thought she was after all,' he thought bitterly. He climbed the tree Ginny had chased him up with a hose up, and sat brooding on a branch.
'And what must Mr. WEASLEY be thinking of me right now? He'll kick me out of his house for sure. Not even dead parents can't get me out of this...'
After five minutes of sulking among the leaves and squirrels, he boredly summoned his Firebolt, and it slipped easily into his hand, whizzing from where he dropped it by the back door. "My only friend," he said fondly, and pressed the handle to his cheek lovingly.
Suddenly the door opened and his red-headed comrade stepped out. Harry shrank back- he didn't want to talk to anyone right then.
"Harry?"
'Don't move,' he urged himself. Ron looked around the yard and noticed his Firebolt was missing. Groaning, he leaned back in the house and shouted,
"He's GONE mum!"
Ginny's head poked out under Ron's arm and took a look around for herself. Harry saw Ron give her a dirty look and say something and she popped back inside.
"Probably making sure I'm not coming back," muttered Harry. He was angry, hurt, confused, betrayed, embarrassed.... he knew if sat there, silent, everyone would think he had run away. And leaning back against the tree trunk, he closed his eyes and decided he didn't care.
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"Mrrr mrrrrrrrrmrrrrrrrrrrrrr mrr."
"Mrr mrr?"
"MRRRRRMRRRRRRRRR!"
"We can't Arthur! We promised Dumbldore we'd look after him! We can't go to the Minstry and tell them we've LOST HIM! During the first week!"
"He's MISSING...we'd say he's missing..." Mr. Weasley corrected.
It was cold and the sun was low. Harry woke up to the voices below him and beams of light flashing around. Who was lost? "Oww.." he shifted and his Firebolt fell out of his arms, the cracking of branches reminded him he was in a tree. A beam of light from below aimed at the noise and instantly blinded him. He shielded his eyes and called "Hey put that out!"
"Nox."
Though the light went out, Harry saw spots. 'IM BLIND!' he thought gleefully. He then mentally reprimanded himself for taking pleasure in something that was a serious handicap.
Snapping twigs told him someone was coming up the tree. "Oh boy-I'm in trouble..." Harry said, trying to make out through the white spots who it was. Ron? Or was it Fred?
'Uhoh...' He wished he could see. He blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision. He hoped Ron wasn't mad at him. He hadn't meant to fall asleep.
The intruder climbed up on Harry's branch- he could tell by the sound of the breathing, it was a female...and Mrs. Weasley certainly could NOT climb a tree. He narrowed his spotty eyes.
"What do YOU want?" His vison was clearing slowly, and he could make out a head of long red hair.
"Hey! He-ey! You saw me half-naked!" Ginny cried angrily and pointed her finger at him. She setting sun glinted off her hair making it glitter. Harry was transfixed for a moment. He came back to senses quickly though.
"I didn't SEE anything!" Harry shouted. His green eyes contrasted romantically with the orange of the sky, and Ginny fought to push it out of her mind
"Oh my God, even now you can't lay off the 'Ginny has no chest' jokes!"
"No, Ginny, it's not that! I didn't see ANYTHING. I thought you were a MOP!" Harry was seething through clenched teeth. Ginny looked pained.
His blood was boiling. He wanted to push her out of the tree. But he didn't want her to fall, he just wanted...to push her. What was she doing up here anyway, why hadn't she told her parents where he was? "Besides," he continued,"Maybe I'm just a freak with no morals! Maybe it's because my Mum and Dad are dead right?"
"SH! I came up to here...because I wanted to talk to you for a minute. Alone." Ginny gave him a meaningful look.
"KILL me is more like...you know what Ginny, save it. I don't want to hear it." Harry began to climb down to turn himself in. He sighed dejectedly. No sense prolonging the inevitable- death by angry father of an only girl.
"Harry, come back."
'No. I won't come back. You don't own me. Never speak to me again.' His mind was set. It was a shame his mouth didn't listen- "Why should I?" He looked up at her.
"Because I'm going to apologize, stupid." She really wanted to end her sentence with 'jackass', but wisely decided that wouldn't do during an apology...
"Now see you're being a bitch now-"
"Shut up and let me apologize!"
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Harry your such a baby! Just let me talk already!"
'Ok fine!' He finally got his thoughts and words syncronized. "I'm not a BABY!"
Maybe not.
Ginny didn't miss the opportunity to give him a look to make him feel stupid, but then went on. "Ok... you've been a real asshole lately-"
"You aren't so good at apologies." Harry turned to leave. He didn't want to hear this.
"Wait! And I was really worried about you this morning- I thought you were crying. And you went and made me feel stupid, when I had just shown you alot of compassion."
'Oo did I just use that big word?' Ginny impressed herself.
"Aw you were worried about me?" asked Harry in his mock baby voice. He gave her puppy dog eyes and she swatted at him.
His eyes narrowed and she thought he might try and leave again, so she dropped onto the branch below her and sat next to him.
"But...all that stuff you did, and didn't MEAN to do...well no matter what, I shouldn't have said what I said." Ginny looked at her shoes while she said this, and Harry stared out in front of him, nodding and thinking. It was quiet for a moment. A breeze ruffled the leaves and blew wisps of Ginny's hair in Harry's face. He didn't brush them away.
"And?" He got hair in his mouth when he spoke. 'Yuk.'
"What?"
He pulled a strand of hair out of his mouth. "The apology."
"Oh that. I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it." Ginny looked at him to see if he would accept her apology. Of course, she knew he WOULD. She was Ginny, no one could resist her charm and cute freckles.
He knew deep down, he had forgiven her the moment she climbed into the tree, but SHE didn't know that. His wicked side thought she deserved to suffer a bit first. "Mmmmm..." Harry pursed his lips and shook his head sadly.
Ginny opened her mouth in suprise. Her charm, her freckles...they never failed. "What? I'm SORRY. I'm was an idiot. I don't really want you to go back to the Dursley's. Ok?"
He turned and looked at her. She stared at him, and he stared back. He didn't look mad- he looked...she couldn't read his face.
"What?" she asked again, this time more softly. The sun was setting and the colors reflected off Harry's hair, making it appear purplish. Though quite comical, Ginny kept a serious expression and waited for him to say something.
Harry stared at her for a few more moments so emotionlessly, Ginny wondered if he had fallen asleep again, with his eyes open. She moved closer to his face, peering into his eyes to see if he actually had. Something was still bugging her though...
"You really DIDN'T see me in my room?" She questioned hopefully. 'I'd DIE if you did,' she thought to herself dramatically. Being seen in your bra was a very embarrasing thing, and even if he didn't MEAN to, he still deserved a slugging.
He shook his head, and she thought she saw his eyes twinkle.
Skeptically she leaned her head sideways. "Why are you looking at me like that- what do you want me to do?"
Suddenly, expression returned to his face and he opened his mouth. "Grovel," he replied smugly.
Ginny's eyes flashed and narrowed, and laughing, Harry caught her arm before her knuckles could connect with his jaw. He squeezed her fist tightly in his, and suprising even himself, gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
Ginny wrinkled her cute freckled nose and Harry grinned.
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Mrs. Weasley saw Ginny disappearing up into the big tree in the back yard, and instantly knew her daughter had found Harry's hiding spot. Sighing relievedly, she murmured to her wand, "Nox". She almost shouted for everyone that she'd found him and it was dinner time, but something inside told her to give the two of them a few minutes before calling the off search party.
"Lumos." She whispered, amused. Keeping Harry and Ginny's whereabouts to herself, she led everyone to the front yard, claiming she'd seen a boy with black hair flying past the mailbox...
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A/N- hope this didnt suck and hoped it answered any questions you had about where ginny was. its not over yet, they still have to make out passionately in a closet...actually that was a joke, but the story's not over yet so stick around...
still to come- what was that INCRIMINATING parchment Ron was hiding in chapter 5??? could it be...wizard porn???
:ahem: to CINDY...knock it off. its not even cookie season...
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"Oh...poppet...he wasn't SPYING on you." Mr. Weasley rubbed Ginny's back as she sat on her bed, fuming. She was trying to convince her parents to send Harry back to the Dursley's. Mrs. Weasley tisked from Ginny's doorway.
Ginny turned away angrily. How could he humiliate her like this? To watch her while she dressed- even as rotton as Fred and George could be, they'd never done anything to hurt her as much as this. Harry Potter was satan. Beyond scum, the lowest of the low...a slug. A worm. The microbes on a worm's bum. She hadn't even still been mad at him about the fart. Or the shoe laces...or the dishes. In fact she was planning on speaking to him again after lunch. But this was...unforgivable. She whirled back around to face her father.
"Yeah, ok and looking through my window is a completely normal thing to do!" Ginny began ranting. "You know if it were anyone else, you would have already mounted their head above the mantle! But because it's Har-ry, he can do whatever he bloody pleases! It's perfectly ACCEPTABLE for him to go around, peeping in windows while people are half-naked! Why don't we just name him King of The Burrow! Or wait, what about King Harry, ruler of Britain! I'm sure the Queen won't mind, and too bad if she does, because he's Harry Potter. Everyone, feel sorry for him, he hasn't got any PARENTS!" she shouted hotly.
Her father gaped at her. Puffing, she abruptly paused in suprise at the harshness of her own words. But then she remembered how she had only been wearing a BRA...Her anger flared again, and she thought her tears would spill over.
She got up and strode from the room, bumping into Ron outside her door. Her eyes blazed up at him, even though she knew he hadn't done anything wrong. She was suprised to find him glaring right back.
"You know Ginny, you should really grow up." he snarled.
Her mouth dropped in shock. 'Was this a joke? Who was the one who had just been visually assaulted here?'
Ron pointed toward the stairs, where shadows on the wall told her someone was retreating down them. "He was ABOUT to apologize to you. He wasn't SPYING on you! He...well he LEFT after he heard what you said about his parents!" Ginny's expression turned from anger to uncertainty and seeing this, Ron's voice softened. "He felt really bad Gin."
"And it's not like you've got anything to SEE, Ginny," Fred grinned, joining them in the hall. He gasped and stopped short, taking a step backwards. Ginny DEFINITELY growled.
Ron sighed and went back downstairs after his friend.
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Harry escaped to the outside where he felt comfortable and less...attacked. He couldn't believe the things Ginny had said. Did she actually think he'd intentionally SPY on her? How could she think so little of him? And that cheap shot about his parents...so maybe he did get away with alot, but it wasn't like he took advantage of it. It wasn't like he just went around, walking all over people because he was an orphan. He had saved her life for crying out loud!
What disappointed him the most, possibly, was that he was actually beginning to enjoy Ginny's company this year. Other years she had seemed too...aloof to hang out with them during the summer, preferring her books and being alone- he'd never gotten to know her. But this summer she turned out to be witty and clever, and SOCIAL- someone he'd enjoyed joking around with, maybe even liked as a friend.
'Well maybe she's not the person I thought she was after all,' he thought bitterly. He climbed the tree Ginny had chased him up with a hose up, and sat brooding on a branch.
'And what must Mr. WEASLEY be thinking of me right now? He'll kick me out of his house for sure. Not even dead parents can't get me out of this...'
After five minutes of sulking among the leaves and squirrels, he boredly summoned his Firebolt, and it slipped easily into his hand, whizzing from where he dropped it by the back door. "My only friend," he said fondly, and pressed the handle to his cheek lovingly.
Suddenly the door opened and his red-headed comrade stepped out. Harry shrank back- he didn't want to talk to anyone right then.
"Harry?"
'Don't move,' he urged himself. Ron looked around the yard and noticed his Firebolt was missing. Groaning, he leaned back in the house and shouted,
"He's GONE mum!"
Ginny's head poked out under Ron's arm and took a look around for herself. Harry saw Ron give her a dirty look and say something and she popped back inside.
"Probably making sure I'm not coming back," muttered Harry. He was angry, hurt, confused, betrayed, embarrassed.... he knew if sat there, silent, everyone would think he had run away. And leaning back against the tree trunk, he closed his eyes and decided he didn't care.
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"Mrrr mrrrrrrrrmrrrrrrrrrrrrr mrr."
"Mrr mrr?"
"MRRRRRMRRRRRRRRR!"
"We can't Arthur! We promised Dumbldore we'd look after him! We can't go to the Minstry and tell them we've LOST HIM! During the first week!"
"He's MISSING...we'd say he's missing..." Mr. Weasley corrected.
It was cold and the sun was low. Harry woke up to the voices below him and beams of light flashing around. Who was lost? "Oww.." he shifted and his Firebolt fell out of his arms, the cracking of branches reminded him he was in a tree. A beam of light from below aimed at the noise and instantly blinded him. He shielded his eyes and called "Hey put that out!"
"Nox."
Though the light went out, Harry saw spots. 'IM BLIND!' he thought gleefully. He then mentally reprimanded himself for taking pleasure in something that was a serious handicap.
Snapping twigs told him someone was coming up the tree. "Oh boy-I'm in trouble..." Harry said, trying to make out through the white spots who it was. Ron? Or was it Fred?
'Uhoh...' He wished he could see. He blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision. He hoped Ron wasn't mad at him. He hadn't meant to fall asleep.
The intruder climbed up on Harry's branch- he could tell by the sound of the breathing, it was a female...and Mrs. Weasley certainly could NOT climb a tree. He narrowed his spotty eyes.
"What do YOU want?" His vison was clearing slowly, and he could make out a head of long red hair.
"Hey! He-ey! You saw me half-naked!" Ginny cried angrily and pointed her finger at him. She setting sun glinted off her hair making it glitter. Harry was transfixed for a moment. He came back to senses quickly though.
"I didn't SEE anything!" Harry shouted. His green eyes contrasted romantically with the orange of the sky, and Ginny fought to push it out of her mind
"Oh my God, even now you can't lay off the 'Ginny has no chest' jokes!"
"No, Ginny, it's not that! I didn't see ANYTHING. I thought you were a MOP!" Harry was seething through clenched teeth. Ginny looked pained.
His blood was boiling. He wanted to push her out of the tree. But he didn't want her to fall, he just wanted...to push her. What was she doing up here anyway, why hadn't she told her parents where he was? "Besides," he continued,"Maybe I'm just a freak with no morals! Maybe it's because my Mum and Dad are dead right?"
"SH! I came up to here...because I wanted to talk to you for a minute. Alone." Ginny gave him a meaningful look.
"KILL me is more like...you know what Ginny, save it. I don't want to hear it." Harry began to climb down to turn himself in. He sighed dejectedly. No sense prolonging the inevitable- death by angry father of an only girl.
"Harry, come back."
'No. I won't come back. You don't own me. Never speak to me again.' His mind was set. It was a shame his mouth didn't listen- "Why should I?" He looked up at her.
"Because I'm going to apologize, stupid." She really wanted to end her sentence with 'jackass', but wisely decided that wouldn't do during an apology...
"Now see you're being a bitch now-"
"Shut up and let me apologize!"
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Harry your such a baby! Just let me talk already!"
'Ok fine!' He finally got his thoughts and words syncronized. "I'm not a BABY!"
Maybe not.
Ginny didn't miss the opportunity to give him a look to make him feel stupid, but then went on. "Ok... you've been a real asshole lately-"
"You aren't so good at apologies." Harry turned to leave. He didn't want to hear this.
"Wait! And I was really worried about you this morning- I thought you were crying. And you went and made me feel stupid, when I had just shown you alot of compassion."
'Oo did I just use that big word?' Ginny impressed herself.
"Aw you were worried about me?" asked Harry in his mock baby voice. He gave her puppy dog eyes and she swatted at him.
His eyes narrowed and she thought he might try and leave again, so she dropped onto the branch below her and sat next to him.
"But...all that stuff you did, and didn't MEAN to do...well no matter what, I shouldn't have said what I said." Ginny looked at her shoes while she said this, and Harry stared out in front of him, nodding and thinking. It was quiet for a moment. A breeze ruffled the leaves and blew wisps of Ginny's hair in Harry's face. He didn't brush them away.
"And?" He got hair in his mouth when he spoke. 'Yuk.'
"What?"
He pulled a strand of hair out of his mouth. "The apology."
"Oh that. I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it." Ginny looked at him to see if he would accept her apology. Of course, she knew he WOULD. She was Ginny, no one could resist her charm and cute freckles.
He knew deep down, he had forgiven her the moment she climbed into the tree, but SHE didn't know that. His wicked side thought she deserved to suffer a bit first. "Mmmmm..." Harry pursed his lips and shook his head sadly.
Ginny opened her mouth in suprise. Her charm, her freckles...they never failed. "What? I'm SORRY. I'm was an idiot. I don't really want you to go back to the Dursley's. Ok?"
He turned and looked at her. She stared at him, and he stared back. He didn't look mad- he looked...she couldn't read his face.
"What?" she asked again, this time more softly. The sun was setting and the colors reflected off Harry's hair, making it appear purplish. Though quite comical, Ginny kept a serious expression and waited for him to say something.
Harry stared at her for a few more moments so emotionlessly, Ginny wondered if he had fallen asleep again, with his eyes open. She moved closer to his face, peering into his eyes to see if he actually had. Something was still bugging her though...
"You really DIDN'T see me in my room?" She questioned hopefully. 'I'd DIE if you did,' she thought to herself dramatically. Being seen in your bra was a very embarrasing thing, and even if he didn't MEAN to, he still deserved a slugging.
He shook his head, and she thought she saw his eyes twinkle.
Skeptically she leaned her head sideways. "Why are you looking at me like that- what do you want me to do?"
Suddenly, expression returned to his face and he opened his mouth. "Grovel," he replied smugly.
Ginny's eyes flashed and narrowed, and laughing, Harry caught her arm before her knuckles could connect with his jaw. He squeezed her fist tightly in his, and suprising even himself, gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
Ginny wrinkled her cute freckled nose and Harry grinned.
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Mrs. Weasley saw Ginny disappearing up into the big tree in the back yard, and instantly knew her daughter had found Harry's hiding spot. Sighing relievedly, she murmured to her wand, "Nox". She almost shouted for everyone that she'd found him and it was dinner time, but something inside told her to give the two of them a few minutes before calling the off search party.
"Lumos." She whispered, amused. Keeping Harry and Ginny's whereabouts to herself, she led everyone to the front yard, claiming she'd seen a boy with black hair flying past the mailbox...
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A/N- hope this didnt suck and hoped it answered any questions you had about where ginny was. its not over yet, they still have to make out passionately in a closet...actually that was a joke, but the story's not over yet so stick around...
still to come- what was that INCRIMINATING parchment Ron was hiding in chapter 5??? could it be...wizard porn???
:ahem: to CINDY...knock it off. its not even cookie season...
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