This chapter occurs about the same time as Angel of the Morning.
This is the first chapter where I actually use Harry's POV. I've been hinting on it in Anarchy, but I have been mostly using Ginny's since last, and I thought, heck! Might as well get into a guy's perspective of things, 'ey?
So, on with the story!
Chapter 5 – The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares)
The sound of a lawnmower whirring early Saturday morning is unwelcome to anyone who had a big night out, which happens to be just about all the young adults of Melbourne. Some people wouldn't mind, if they had the luck of being able to curl around something or someone nice and warm and soft…
And in Harry's case, he was tempted to hex the person who was using the blasted lawnmower. Not only did it wake him up, but it also reminded him that he was one of the unlucky people who didn't have anything to curl up against, and instead spent the entire night calming his raging lust by banging his fist on his pillows in an effort to get some sleep.
With his eyes barely opened, Harry grabbed his wand from the bedside table and sleepily casted a silencing charm that would block out any noise from the streets below. With a sigh of relief, he once again buried his head deep into the pillows, eager to let sleep claim him.
His eyes were closed but his mind was active. The sudden realization that something would've happened the night before came to him, and his frustration came back in an instant. He honestly didn't think that Ginny was merely teasing him, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder.
Did she honestly want to? Or was she just blind drunk?
"Oh sod it!"
He sat up, realizing that he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep anyway. He undid the silencing charm and almost immediately, the loud whirring of the lawnmower outside came piping in.
He held his head up wincing at the slight pain he felt. His headache was not brought upon by heaps of alcohol, but by lack of sleep and thinking too much about Ginny.
He sauntered towards the kitchen, looking for something to calm his nerves. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so… jumpy for lack of a better word. He found a bottle of vodka in the cupboard and without even thinking, poured himself a shot full and sculled it. As soon as he swallowed it, he felt like throwing up. He trotted to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. He studied his reflection on the mirror: dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep, his usual messy black hair sticking up in all directions. To sum it up, he looked and felt like shit.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't want Ginny to think that everything that happened, or lack thereof, bothered him. He had to admit that things were happening quite fast, but he wasn't complaining. He is a man after all. Ginny falling asleep at that moment when he was about to lose control was a blessing. He didn't want Ginny to think that he'd take advantage of her that way. Just thinking about her six brothers when they find out that he had her way with poor, helpless, drunk Ginny made him shudder.
Bill would be casting a thousand curses, Charlie would be sending all his dragons to eat me, Percy would probably give a daylong lecture on responsibility, the twins would tease me mercilessly, and Ron would be beat me to a bloody pulp…He wanted to see Ginny. He didn't want to lose her. Apart from his obvious attraction to her, Ginny was her friend… a very good friend at that. If she wanted to take things slowly, then that's fine with him. Whatever pace or whatever condition Ginny wanted, she'd get. He owed her that much.
He finally made a decision. He'd call Ginny, appease her, and make everything right again He was sure that Ginny would be angry with him for what happened. He wasn't sure what the results would be, but he'd gladly take the chance.
Thinking that it was too early and too warm for Ginny to have her fire on, he decided on using the telephone to contact her. Not knowing her phone number, he remembered his teammate Evan telling him about the local directory assistance and how they catered to wizards too. He remembered the number. Dialling 676, the operator answered.
This is Telstra's wizarding directory assistance. Please say the name you want.
"Virginia Weasley." Harry said, feeling a bit weird that wizards also used voice recognition technology.
You said Virginia Weasley. Is this correct? Please say yes or no.
"Yes," Harry was getting impatient.
Thank you. Please raise your wand and say "retrievo".
"Wha…?" Harry was confused. He dashed into his bedroom, tripped over some clothes, and grabbed his wand. Muttering some curses as he grabbed the phone again, he raised his wand and clearly said, "Retrievo". A few seconds later, the operator piped in.
Thank you Harry Potter. Virginia Weasley's number will be sent to you shortly.
The call disconnected. Harry could hear the tone on the receiver. What the hell? He replaced the handset. Confused, he scratched his head in frustration. What in bloody buggering world is that?
Suddenly, his wand flew out of his hand. Harry backed away, thinking it was hexed to attack him. His wand hovered in the air for a few seconds and started to trace something in the air. It wrote Ginny's number! After it was done, it fell on the floor.
"Well I'll be damned…" Harry said in awe to nobody in particular. He hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and frantically wrote the number down. As if reading his actions, the writing on the air quickly dissipated as soon as he was finished. He made a mental note to ask Ginny about the magic used by these Telstra people.
Mustering up his courage, he dialled Ginny's number. No sooner it rang once when someone answered the phone.
"Listen Shaz! I told you that nothing happened between Harry Potter and I! You think I'd forget something as important as that!"
It was Ginny. Harry was stunned. She obviously thought he was Sharon.
Something important?
What the heck does she mean by that?
What happened between Ginny and…. Something important?
Harry was silent. He couldn't think of what to say.
Ginny suddenly bellowed. "Sharon! Are you listening! You bloody called me! The least you could do is answer…"
He suddenly blurted out. "Gin."
Silence.
Harry cleared his throat. "It's Harry."
A/N: Another short chapter. Don't worry, it'll start picking up soon.
The title comes from a Machine Gun Fellatio song… don't even ask me about the band's name ^_^
If anyone noticed, Telstra is actually the name of Australia's largest phone company. I thought it'd be funny to include them in this story and make them capable of doing some magic…
Cheers to all who reviewed!
