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Chapter 18: Ron has Big News, and an Even Bigger...
I refused to talk to Harry, even though I knew I wanted to. But I was too stubborn to admit to someone else that I was wrong in the ways I was raising my child. The next day, I decided to have a little talk with Christina. I told her everything. That I was a witch, everyone we know is magical, and she may be a witch too.
I felt a lot better after I told her. I couldn't stand lying to her and, better yet, this meant I could finally use magic around her. I took full advantage of this by making lunch with just a flick of the wand. Sure, it was just grilled cheese, but it was easy.
That night, I got ready for my date with Draco. I was planning on telling him all about the whole situation with Harry, and was completely horrified. Luckily, I had my family and friends there to back me up.
"I can't believe you're going out with that stupid prat." Ron muttered, sitting himself down on the arm of my couch.
"Remind me again," I sighed, clasping a necklace on around my neck. "Who told him about this?"
"It might have slipped out." Hermione muttered.
"I hope you know what a disgrace you are to this family now that you're dating a Malfoy." Ron said angrily.
"It's not like I'm not use to being a disgrace." I said, checking my hair in the mirror.
"Thanks for watching Christina." I said, grabbing my purse and turning to Hermione. "I made a casserole, so heat it up if you get hungry."
"Right," Hermione said, making a mental note. "Order out. Got it."
"Make sure Chrissy's in bed by nine." I told Hermione, ignoring her comment. I then turned to Ron, saying, "Stop looking at me like that."
"Disgracing the family name." He said sadly.
I sighed and Apparanted to the restaurant, where I found Draco waiting for me. He stood up and kissed me, making me forget for a second about everything that was worrying me. I felt warm all over and was happy to not have to think about what I was about to tell him for a moment.
But, once he let go of me and we both sat down, my stomach tied back up in knots. He was smiling at me, and I tried to smile back. But, obviously I wasn't doing a very good job of looking normal because he asked, "What's wrong?"
I tried not to be filled with even more guilt at the sight of his concerned face.
"I have to tell you something." I said, wishing he'd stop looking so naïve.
"What is it?" He asked, taking me hand in his in a supportive way.
I had gone through this speech in my head a million times, and I took a second to try and remember it all.
"A few years ago, when I was right out of Hogwarts and pregnant, I realized that—"
"You have a baby?" Draco asked suddenly with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face as he abruptly dropped my hand.
"Oh," I laughed. "Did I never tell you?"
I suppose it had completely slipped my mind. Draco and I hadn't really talked much during our little get-togethers. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but, by the look on his face, Draco did.
"You have a *baby*?" He asked with either shock or disgust, I couldn't really tell.
"Well, she's not a baby anymore." I said, laughing uncomfortably. "She's five years old, and her name's Christina."
"Who's is it?" Draco demanded, standing up so fast his chair tipped over loudly. "It's Potter's, isn't it."
"No, but that's what I came here to talk to you about." I began, wishing that people would stop staring.
"It's been fun, Weasley." Draco said, turning to leave.
"Where're you going?" I asked, not understanding why this was such a big deal to him.
Draco turned back to me with his Malfoy smirk in place and ready to demean me.
"To put it bluntly, Weasley, you're damaged goods." Draco said smugly. "A Malfoy deserves the best, and you're just not in that category."
He turned to go again, leaving me with my jaw on the floor and a lump in my throat. But, when he was at the door, Draco turned around and said, "Oh, and if you ever think of looking in my general direction; don't. You'll just be wasting my time."
And with that, he was gone. I was sitting in my chair, not noticing all of the staring eyes. I think one woman yelled, "You don't need him, honey!" but I was too busy dying inside to notice.
Was this how it was going to be from now on? Was every man I met going to leave suddenly when he found out that I had a baby because that meant more responsibilities for him?
I walked home in a daze. I walked past my flat, but couldn't find the energy to turn around, so I just circled the block before finding myself in front of the building again.
When I walked into my flat, I was planning on having a nice hot bath and going to bed early, but I had forgotten about one little thing. My family.
"What are you doing home so early?" Came Hermione's voice as I closed the door. It took me a few seconds to remember why she was in my flat. I was just about to answer her when I turned around and saw Ron and Harry sitting on my couch.
"What are you all doing here?" I asked, both confused and exhausted. I made the extra effort to avoid Harry's gaze.
"I was watching Christina and Ron and Harry just came over to visit." Hermione said. "What are you doing home so early? You just left half an hour ago."
"Draco and I..." I said, searching for the words that wouldn't send my brother into a psychotic killing spree. "Aren't together anymore."
"That filthy bastard, what'd he do to you?" Ron asked angrily.
"I broke up with him." I lied. "I decided it'd be better if we just stopped seeing each other."
Everyone in the room had those sympathetic I-feel-your-pain faces on, and I tried to look grateful.
"You must be pretty upset," Ron said, walking over and putting his hand on my shoulder. I nodded sadly. "So I'll keep my victory dance short."
"Ron!" Hermione screeched, running over to try and comfort me. "You can be so insensitive sometimes!"
"Well, forgive me for not liking my sister's boyfriend—who, by the way, called you Mudblood for more then half of your stay at Hogwarts." Ron crossed his arms stubbornly. "I'm glad the stupid ferret's gone."
"Your sister is upset, Ron. The least you could do is show a little compassion." Hermione said huffily.
"Oh, take it up the ass, Hermione." Ron said angrily.
Hermione was just about to say something when I cut her off by grabbing the hand she was about to use to slap her boyfriend.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked her quietly. She nodded reluctantly and I led her into my bedroom so the boys wouldn't overhear our conversation.
"What's up?" Hermione asked with concern when she finally took the time to see my crushed face.
"Draco broke up with me." I said sadly. "I didn't dump him, he dumped me. I just didn't want to hear Ron and Harry chorusing 'I told you so's."
"Oh Ginny, I'm so sorry." Hermione said, hugging me tightly. "Did he say why?"
"That's the worst part." I said, almost ashamed. "He dumped me after I told him that I had a child."
"Oh no." Hermione whispered, hugging me so tight I couldn't breath. But, for some reason, I didn't want her to let go. I needed someone to comfort me.
"He told me that I wasn't good enough for him." I told her. I felt the lump rising in my throat; it hurt to swallow. But I wouldn't allow myself to cry. Draco wasn't worth the tears, and I couldn't go through life crying about everything. I'd already wasted enough hours crying over one guy.
After Hermione had comforted me all she could, we went back out to see if my brother was all a flutter about the new turn of events. But, surprisingly enough, he was sitting on the couch with a calm look on his face. In fact, when his eyes wandered over to Hermione, he looked almost nervous.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Why aren't you planning a hit and run designed especially for Draco?"
"I've learned to restrain my anger." Ron said calmly.
"Bullshit." I said.
"Fine, I'm pissed." Ron admitted. "But there's nothing I can do about it right now, so I'll have to save all of those hexes for the next time I run into ferret boy."
"Where'd Harry go?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"He went home." Ron answered.
"Thank God." I muttered.
"What's the matter with you two?" Hermione asked. "Why aren't you talking anymore?"
I had conveniently forgotten to tell Hermione about the fight. I convinced myself that it was because I didn't want her getting in the middle of a fight that was none of her business, but, deep down, I knew it was because I didn't want an audience to be there when I was proven wrong.
~*~*~*~
Ron and Hermione were supportive enough to stay and have some wine with me while we planned different ways to hurt Malfoy without actually killing him. The game was Ron's idea, obviously, but it ended up cheering me up a great deal.
"What about a chainsaw?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Too messy." I said. "And, besides, we might end up 'accidentally' cutting a main artery."
"And that's bad, why?" Ron asked, making me snort into my glass of wine.
"There's always good old fashion Chinese torture." Hermione suggested, taking a sip of her wine. She was still on her first glass, while Ron and I were pushing our fourth with no intention of stopping anytime soon. We got the high-tolerance-of-alcohol gene from my mum's side of the family. We could go on forever without getting the slightest bit tipsy. Fred and George were the same. Whereas, my father's side of the family steered clear of the pubs because, after only a glass of two, they were completely pissed. I'd actually only gotten drunk once in my life; when I had that horrible date with Hermione's psycho co-worker Nathan. I had to drink three bottles of vodka to do the trick.
"I'm all for any plan that includes the word 'torture.'" I said happily.
"I'm telling you," Hermione went on. "After a few bamboo twigs are shoved under his fingernails, he'll be wishing he had been better to you."
I was having such a wonderful time. Why couldn't men break up with me more often? I got to drink booze and make up murderous plans with my friends. I was almost happy Draco decided to dump me.
I was just about to suggest strapping Malfoy to a broom and sending it to the sun when there was a knock at the door. I put down my wine glass and walked to open it, nearly running into a side table as I did so. I quietly recovered, not wanted to be any louder then I had to because Christina was in bed.
When I opened the door, I was about to slam it back closed again.
"What do you want?" I asked Harry. He walked out from the shadows and I suddenly warmed up my cold shoulder at the sight of his cut lip and black eye.
"What happened?" I asked, ushering him in and sitting him down on the couch, completely forgetting about our differences for a second. Ron, Hermione and I all gathered around Harry.
"I had a little run in with Malfoy." Harry muttered, wiping the blood from his lip on the back of his hand.
"Draco did this to you?" I asked, astonished. "Why?"
"Because I broke his nose." Harry said, amusement in his voice. Ron laughed loudly and clapped Harry on the back.
"You did what?!" I asked angrily. "Why would you attack him like that?"
"Who cares!" Ron laughed. "I bet Harry put him in the hospital. Or left him to die on the road—Please tell me you left him to die on the road!"
"He was breathing last time I checked." Harry said with a small smile.
"How can you be so happy about this?" I asked him angrily.
"He was horrible to you, Ginny." Harry said, turning serious again. "He deserved it after breaking up with you like that."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry looked like he regretted it.
"How did you know that he broke up with me?" I asked, rage building up inside of me.
"What?!" Ron asked angrily. He was just about to blow up when Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen, knowing that he'd just make this situation even worse.
"You eavesdropped?" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry," Harry pleaded. "I was just walking past to go to the bathroom and I overheard you. After I heard what that bastard did, I had to do something about it."
I was too tired to fight with Harry. I knew that I should have been yelling my head off, but it was pointless. No matter how much I didn't talk to him and ignored him, I couldn't help but love Harry. No matter what he did, I'd always love him. And I couldn't keep making myself angry to cover it up.
"You can't fight my battles, Harry." I said, exhaustion clear in my voice.
"I know," Harry said, almost ashamed. "I'm really sorry about everything that I've said and done the past few weeks. I should have never told you how to raise Chrissy. It wasn't my place. And you can date whoever you want."
"Thank you," I said. "but you were right on both accounts."
Admitting that you're wrong is one of the hardest things a Weasley can do. That and accept charity from others. But I was surprised how easy it was for me to tell Harry that I was wrong. I decided that making Harry jealous was too much work, and I would just let fate take it's course. But, fingers crossed, fate would be kind enough to drop a safe on Kate's perfect little head.
Harry and I sat in the living room talking for a long time before I realized something.
"You know, Hermione and Ron have been in the kitchen for a really long time..." I said.
"You don't think they're....... do you?" Harry asked, cringing a little.
Before I could even say anything, Hermione's voice echoed throughout my flat.
"Oh, Ron! It's so big!" She giggled loudly.
"Holy shit." I whispered, standing up and walking to the kitchen door.
"Do you think it's safe to go in?" Harry asked hesitantly, putting his ear up to the door to see if he could hear anything.
"You go in first." I said. Harry glared at me. "I don't want to see my brother in whatever position they're using! I don't have enough money for the amount of therapy it'll take to get that picture out of my head."
"Fine." Harry said. He opened the door just a crack and looked in. I could see his eyes widen.
"What is it?" I asked covering my own eyes at the thought. "Missionary? Oh please God don't let it be doggy style."
"Oh my God!" Harry laughed. He then did something I never thought he'd do. He walked into the kitchen.
The word 'threesome' flashed in my head, and the picture was enough to send me to an early grave.
"Come on Ginny, aren't you gonna join us?" Came Ron's voice from the kitchen. I nearly had a heart attack.
"You people are sick." I muttered. But before I could do anything else, someone's hand came in through the crack in the door and pulled me into the kitchen.
I immediately covered my eyes, but Hermione finally forced my hands down. I did a quick scan of the room and realized that everyone was fully clothed, thank God. I then focused on Hermione's beaming face in front of me.
"Look!" She squealed, shoving her left hand under my nose. There was an amazing ring on her ring finger when a beautiful diamond in the middle. "I'm engaged!"
"Oh my God!" I yelled, hugging her. "To who?"
She pulled back from the hug and looked at me strangely.
"To me, you twit." Ron said, not being able to wipe the smile off of his face long enough for a simple insult.
"That's great!" I said, hugging Ron.
"And there's one more thing." Hermione said, the same stupid smile on her face. "Harry is Ron's best man, and I wanted to know if you will you be my maid of honor?"
"Wow, Hermione, I'd love to." I said. "Why'd you pick me?"
"Because we're best friends, of course." Hermione said. Then, reluctantly added, "And, also, I know you won't sleep with the groom."
That's Hermione; always planning ahead.
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Chapter 18: Ron has Big News, and an Even Bigger...
I refused to talk to Harry, even though I knew I wanted to. But I was too stubborn to admit to someone else that I was wrong in the ways I was raising my child. The next day, I decided to have a little talk with Christina. I told her everything. That I was a witch, everyone we know is magical, and she may be a witch too.
I felt a lot better after I told her. I couldn't stand lying to her and, better yet, this meant I could finally use magic around her. I took full advantage of this by making lunch with just a flick of the wand. Sure, it was just grilled cheese, but it was easy.
That night, I got ready for my date with Draco. I was planning on telling him all about the whole situation with Harry, and was completely horrified. Luckily, I had my family and friends there to back me up.
"I can't believe you're going out with that stupid prat." Ron muttered, sitting himself down on the arm of my couch.
"Remind me again," I sighed, clasping a necklace on around my neck. "Who told him about this?"
"It might have slipped out." Hermione muttered.
"I hope you know what a disgrace you are to this family now that you're dating a Malfoy." Ron said angrily.
"It's not like I'm not use to being a disgrace." I said, checking my hair in the mirror.
"Thanks for watching Christina." I said, grabbing my purse and turning to Hermione. "I made a casserole, so heat it up if you get hungry."
"Right," Hermione said, making a mental note. "Order out. Got it."
"Make sure Chrissy's in bed by nine." I told Hermione, ignoring her comment. I then turned to Ron, saying, "Stop looking at me like that."
"Disgracing the family name." He said sadly.
I sighed and Apparanted to the restaurant, where I found Draco waiting for me. He stood up and kissed me, making me forget for a second about everything that was worrying me. I felt warm all over and was happy to not have to think about what I was about to tell him for a moment.
But, once he let go of me and we both sat down, my stomach tied back up in knots. He was smiling at me, and I tried to smile back. But, obviously I wasn't doing a very good job of looking normal because he asked, "What's wrong?"
I tried not to be filled with even more guilt at the sight of his concerned face.
"I have to tell you something." I said, wishing he'd stop looking so naïve.
"What is it?" He asked, taking me hand in his in a supportive way.
I had gone through this speech in my head a million times, and I took a second to try and remember it all.
"A few years ago, when I was right out of Hogwarts and pregnant, I realized that—"
"You have a baby?" Draco asked suddenly with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face as he abruptly dropped my hand.
"Oh," I laughed. "Did I never tell you?"
I suppose it had completely slipped my mind. Draco and I hadn't really talked much during our little get-togethers. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but, by the look on his face, Draco did.
"You have a *baby*?" He asked with either shock or disgust, I couldn't really tell.
"Well, she's not a baby anymore." I said, laughing uncomfortably. "She's five years old, and her name's Christina."
"Who's is it?" Draco demanded, standing up so fast his chair tipped over loudly. "It's Potter's, isn't it."
"No, but that's what I came here to talk to you about." I began, wishing that people would stop staring.
"It's been fun, Weasley." Draco said, turning to leave.
"Where're you going?" I asked, not understanding why this was such a big deal to him.
Draco turned back to me with his Malfoy smirk in place and ready to demean me.
"To put it bluntly, Weasley, you're damaged goods." Draco said smugly. "A Malfoy deserves the best, and you're just not in that category."
He turned to go again, leaving me with my jaw on the floor and a lump in my throat. But, when he was at the door, Draco turned around and said, "Oh, and if you ever think of looking in my general direction; don't. You'll just be wasting my time."
And with that, he was gone. I was sitting in my chair, not noticing all of the staring eyes. I think one woman yelled, "You don't need him, honey!" but I was too busy dying inside to notice.
Was this how it was going to be from now on? Was every man I met going to leave suddenly when he found out that I had a baby because that meant more responsibilities for him?
I walked home in a daze. I walked past my flat, but couldn't find the energy to turn around, so I just circled the block before finding myself in front of the building again.
When I walked into my flat, I was planning on having a nice hot bath and going to bed early, but I had forgotten about one little thing. My family.
"What are you doing home so early?" Came Hermione's voice as I closed the door. It took me a few seconds to remember why she was in my flat. I was just about to answer her when I turned around and saw Ron and Harry sitting on my couch.
"What are you all doing here?" I asked, both confused and exhausted. I made the extra effort to avoid Harry's gaze.
"I was watching Christina and Ron and Harry just came over to visit." Hermione said. "What are you doing home so early? You just left half an hour ago."
"Draco and I..." I said, searching for the words that wouldn't send my brother into a psychotic killing spree. "Aren't together anymore."
"That filthy bastard, what'd he do to you?" Ron asked angrily.
"I broke up with him." I lied. "I decided it'd be better if we just stopped seeing each other."
Everyone in the room had those sympathetic I-feel-your-pain faces on, and I tried to look grateful.
"You must be pretty upset," Ron said, walking over and putting his hand on my shoulder. I nodded sadly. "So I'll keep my victory dance short."
"Ron!" Hermione screeched, running over to try and comfort me. "You can be so insensitive sometimes!"
"Well, forgive me for not liking my sister's boyfriend—who, by the way, called you Mudblood for more then half of your stay at Hogwarts." Ron crossed his arms stubbornly. "I'm glad the stupid ferret's gone."
"Your sister is upset, Ron. The least you could do is show a little compassion." Hermione said huffily.
"Oh, take it up the ass, Hermione." Ron said angrily.
Hermione was just about to say something when I cut her off by grabbing the hand she was about to use to slap her boyfriend.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked her quietly. She nodded reluctantly and I led her into my bedroom so the boys wouldn't overhear our conversation.
"What's up?" Hermione asked with concern when she finally took the time to see my crushed face.
"Draco broke up with me." I said sadly. "I didn't dump him, he dumped me. I just didn't want to hear Ron and Harry chorusing 'I told you so's."
"Oh Ginny, I'm so sorry." Hermione said, hugging me tightly. "Did he say why?"
"That's the worst part." I said, almost ashamed. "He dumped me after I told him that I had a child."
"Oh no." Hermione whispered, hugging me so tight I couldn't breath. But, for some reason, I didn't want her to let go. I needed someone to comfort me.
"He told me that I wasn't good enough for him." I told her. I felt the lump rising in my throat; it hurt to swallow. But I wouldn't allow myself to cry. Draco wasn't worth the tears, and I couldn't go through life crying about everything. I'd already wasted enough hours crying over one guy.
After Hermione had comforted me all she could, we went back out to see if my brother was all a flutter about the new turn of events. But, surprisingly enough, he was sitting on the couch with a calm look on his face. In fact, when his eyes wandered over to Hermione, he looked almost nervous.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Why aren't you planning a hit and run designed especially for Draco?"
"I've learned to restrain my anger." Ron said calmly.
"Bullshit." I said.
"Fine, I'm pissed." Ron admitted. "But there's nothing I can do about it right now, so I'll have to save all of those hexes for the next time I run into ferret boy."
"Where'd Harry go?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"He went home." Ron answered.
"Thank God." I muttered.
"What's the matter with you two?" Hermione asked. "Why aren't you talking anymore?"
I had conveniently forgotten to tell Hermione about the fight. I convinced myself that it was because I didn't want her getting in the middle of a fight that was none of her business, but, deep down, I knew it was because I didn't want an audience to be there when I was proven wrong.
~*~*~*~
Ron and Hermione were supportive enough to stay and have some wine with me while we planned different ways to hurt Malfoy without actually killing him. The game was Ron's idea, obviously, but it ended up cheering me up a great deal.
"What about a chainsaw?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Too messy." I said. "And, besides, we might end up 'accidentally' cutting a main artery."
"And that's bad, why?" Ron asked, making me snort into my glass of wine.
"There's always good old fashion Chinese torture." Hermione suggested, taking a sip of her wine. She was still on her first glass, while Ron and I were pushing our fourth with no intention of stopping anytime soon. We got the high-tolerance-of-alcohol gene from my mum's side of the family. We could go on forever without getting the slightest bit tipsy. Fred and George were the same. Whereas, my father's side of the family steered clear of the pubs because, after only a glass of two, they were completely pissed. I'd actually only gotten drunk once in my life; when I had that horrible date with Hermione's psycho co-worker Nathan. I had to drink three bottles of vodka to do the trick.
"I'm all for any plan that includes the word 'torture.'" I said happily.
"I'm telling you," Hermione went on. "After a few bamboo twigs are shoved under his fingernails, he'll be wishing he had been better to you."
I was having such a wonderful time. Why couldn't men break up with me more often? I got to drink booze and make up murderous plans with my friends. I was almost happy Draco decided to dump me.
I was just about to suggest strapping Malfoy to a broom and sending it to the sun when there was a knock at the door. I put down my wine glass and walked to open it, nearly running into a side table as I did so. I quietly recovered, not wanted to be any louder then I had to because Christina was in bed.
When I opened the door, I was about to slam it back closed again.
"What do you want?" I asked Harry. He walked out from the shadows and I suddenly warmed up my cold shoulder at the sight of his cut lip and black eye.
"What happened?" I asked, ushering him in and sitting him down on the couch, completely forgetting about our differences for a second. Ron, Hermione and I all gathered around Harry.
"I had a little run in with Malfoy." Harry muttered, wiping the blood from his lip on the back of his hand.
"Draco did this to you?" I asked, astonished. "Why?"
"Because I broke his nose." Harry said, amusement in his voice. Ron laughed loudly and clapped Harry on the back.
"You did what?!" I asked angrily. "Why would you attack him like that?"
"Who cares!" Ron laughed. "I bet Harry put him in the hospital. Or left him to die on the road—Please tell me you left him to die on the road!"
"He was breathing last time I checked." Harry said with a small smile.
"How can you be so happy about this?" I asked him angrily.
"He was horrible to you, Ginny." Harry said, turning serious again. "He deserved it after breaking up with you like that."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry looked like he regretted it.
"How did you know that he broke up with me?" I asked, rage building up inside of me.
"What?!" Ron asked angrily. He was just about to blow up when Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen, knowing that he'd just make this situation even worse.
"You eavesdropped?" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry," Harry pleaded. "I was just walking past to go to the bathroom and I overheard you. After I heard what that bastard did, I had to do something about it."
I was too tired to fight with Harry. I knew that I should have been yelling my head off, but it was pointless. No matter how much I didn't talk to him and ignored him, I couldn't help but love Harry. No matter what he did, I'd always love him. And I couldn't keep making myself angry to cover it up.
"You can't fight my battles, Harry." I said, exhaustion clear in my voice.
"I know," Harry said, almost ashamed. "I'm really sorry about everything that I've said and done the past few weeks. I should have never told you how to raise Chrissy. It wasn't my place. And you can date whoever you want."
"Thank you," I said. "but you were right on both accounts."
Admitting that you're wrong is one of the hardest things a Weasley can do. That and accept charity from others. But I was surprised how easy it was for me to tell Harry that I was wrong. I decided that making Harry jealous was too much work, and I would just let fate take it's course. But, fingers crossed, fate would be kind enough to drop a safe on Kate's perfect little head.
Harry and I sat in the living room talking for a long time before I realized something.
"You know, Hermione and Ron have been in the kitchen for a really long time..." I said.
"You don't think they're....... do you?" Harry asked, cringing a little.
Before I could even say anything, Hermione's voice echoed throughout my flat.
"Oh, Ron! It's so big!" She giggled loudly.
"Holy shit." I whispered, standing up and walking to the kitchen door.
"Do you think it's safe to go in?" Harry asked hesitantly, putting his ear up to the door to see if he could hear anything.
"You go in first." I said. Harry glared at me. "I don't want to see my brother in whatever position they're using! I don't have enough money for the amount of therapy it'll take to get that picture out of my head."
"Fine." Harry said. He opened the door just a crack and looked in. I could see his eyes widen.
"What is it?" I asked covering my own eyes at the thought. "Missionary? Oh please God don't let it be doggy style."
"Oh my God!" Harry laughed. He then did something I never thought he'd do. He walked into the kitchen.
The word 'threesome' flashed in my head, and the picture was enough to send me to an early grave.
"Come on Ginny, aren't you gonna join us?" Came Ron's voice from the kitchen. I nearly had a heart attack.
"You people are sick." I muttered. But before I could do anything else, someone's hand came in through the crack in the door and pulled me into the kitchen.
I immediately covered my eyes, but Hermione finally forced my hands down. I did a quick scan of the room and realized that everyone was fully clothed, thank God. I then focused on Hermione's beaming face in front of me.
"Look!" She squealed, shoving her left hand under my nose. There was an amazing ring on her ring finger when a beautiful diamond in the middle. "I'm engaged!"
"Oh my God!" I yelled, hugging her. "To who?"
She pulled back from the hug and looked at me strangely.
"To me, you twit." Ron said, not being able to wipe the smile off of his face long enough for a simple insult.
"That's great!" I said, hugging Ron.
"And there's one more thing." Hermione said, the same stupid smile on her face. "Harry is Ron's best man, and I wanted to know if you will you be my maid of honor?"
"Wow, Hermione, I'd love to." I said. "Why'd you pick me?"
"Because we're best friends, of course." Hermione said. Then, reluctantly added, "And, also, I know you won't sleep with the groom."
That's Hermione; always planning ahead.
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Hello all. First of all, I would like to thank everyone who's reviewed so far! Umm, I was getting really worried about ch. 17 because for days I'd check my e-mail and wouldn't have any reviews. I thought, "Oh shit, they've all boycotted my stories." I was so upset, you have no idea.
Then, today, I check my e-mail like I do everyday and suddenly I have 349 messages; all reviews. Wow. All I can guess is that my computer, like, copied a bunch of them and re-sent them or something.
Anyways, it's already six in the afternoon, and I have to go to school and be in Fiddler on the Roof in fifteen minutes. So, sorry yet again, I don't have enough time to look at all of the reviews and respond.
But, anyways, thank you so much for reviewing, and I promise that, if my computer will stop being such a butt, I'll have responses in the next chapter.
~bunches of love~
Nicole
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