A/N: This chapter is re-done, but probably sucks
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, wondering what happened. The left Ginny's room and went downstairs. The found Harry and Ron at the door doubled over in laughter, and Mrs. Wealsey's face purple from fury and yelling. Fred and George we're trying to escape.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, causeing Fred and Geroge to stop in theit tracks. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO THAT POOR MUGGLE BOY?" "Because he makes Harry's life miserable," said Fred quietly. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TORTURE MUGGLES! I KNOW THAT ISN'T THE REASON WHY YOU DID THAT, BUT HOW COULD YOU? THE POOR BOY!"
Harry and Ron picked up Harry's stuff and quickly went over to Hermione and Ginny.
"Hey Hermione," said Harry, giving Hermione a peck on the cheek. Ginny and Ron went purple. "Hi Ginny" Harry said looking at her. "Oh, Hi Harry." Said Ginny blushing, looking at her feet. Harry couldn't help but notice she looked cute when she was embarrassed, but he could have slapped himself for that thought. "C'mon Harry, lets bring your stuff to my room." Said Ron. "Oh yeah, my stuff is still in the kitchen," said Hermione. Ron looked over at Mrs. Wealsey, who was still yelling. "Better get it later." The four of them went to Ron's room. "What happened?" asked Ginny. "Fred and George brought some of their joke stuff with them to pick me up from the Dursleys, Canary Creams. They had gone into the kitchen and put them on a plate when no one was looking. Dudley ate some," Harry said, smiling at the memory. "Fattest canary I've ever seen. Stuffed ten in his mouth at once, took an hour to wear off."
Hermione gave a look of disapproval, but then laughed along with Ginny. Distractedly, Harry watched Ginny as she laughed. The way she laughed fully, and her eyes sparkled with enjoyment. Harry hit himself. "Harry, why did you hit yourself?" asked Hermione with concern. "Oh umm, no reason."Harry said quickly. 'Yeah right,' said a little voice in his head.
'Oh shut up,' Harry said to it.
He entered Ron's room, and but his trunk next to his usual bed. The
four of them sat down on Ron and Harry's bed, and talked until dinner
time.
During dinner, Mrs. Wealsey was still fuming about Fred and George's
prank.
As they ate, they could hear her mumbling to herself. Mr. Wealsey was
trying to comfort her, and saying that it is up to Fred and George
about what they want to do when they leave Hogwarts.
After dinner, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and to Ron's displeasure, Ginny
hung out in Ron's room. (Ron needs to get used to the idea of Ginny
hanging out with them.)
They talked for a long time, about Fred and George, Hogwarts, O.W.L.s,
and Quidditch.
"I really want to try out for keeper this year," said Ron. "I hope I'm
good enough. We can practice this summer."
"I'll practice being a chaser for you," offered Ginny.
"All the chaser spots are filled, Ginny,"
"Yeah, but it's their last year. Next year there will be five spots
open."
Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Harry cut in, "Stuff it, Ron. If
Ginny wants to play than she can. You need practice as a keeper, and
I want to see Ginny's abilitys as a keeper. If I'm not captain this
year, I think I'd be captain the next. Cause who ever would be captain
this year would have left, and I'd have more experience on being in a
Quidditch team than the keeper." He grinned at Ginny, who blushed.
"Fine!" said Ron.
They talked for a while longer, but soon Mrs. Wealsey was yelling at them to go to bed. It was almost midnight.
The next few days were peaceful. They were spent playing Quidditch, talking, and swimming in the lake near the Burrow. On times Harry and Hermione would hang out with each other, Ron would shut himself up in his room and Ginny would sit by the lake. Something about the water calmed her nerves. It was quite peaceful by the lake. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were amazed at Ginny's chaser abilities.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny all had trambled to Ron's back yard, with their broomsticks slugged over their shoulders.
"Have fun," Hermione said to them, giving Harry a hug. She sat down by the bank to watch them play. She didn't have a broomstick, nor was she interested in playing Quidditch.
They mounted their brooms and took off into the air. The Weasleys did not own a Quidditch balls set, so they used a regular red ball for a quaffle and golf balls for a snitch, and three trees had grown on the edge of the yard, which was the goal.
Ginny zoomed around on her Comet 120 (the first model of it) at an amazing speed for such a old broom. She threw the ball so fast Ron barley had time to blink before it zoomed past him.
"That was just lucky," Ron said, picking up the ball.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Just give me the ball, halfwit." Ron glared, but passed the ball as hard as he could. Ginny easily caught it. She flew, zigzagging crazily, back and fourth, confusing Ron, so she was able to throw the ball straight past him, and fly behind the goal to catch the ball, and toss it sideways, scoring another goal. Ron fell off his broom in amazment, and embarrassment. Harry stared at her, his mouth wide open. He had never seen anything like that. "Wow." He breathed. Hermione, who was also shocked, stared at Ginny as she made her way over to Ron to see if he was okay.
Ginny cheered, and took a victory lap around the yard. "How did you do that?" Harry asked, still awed.
"Since I was five I came out here and practiced every day, using an old broom that was Dad's or Charlie's. She answered simply. When Charlie graduated Hogwarts, he gave me his broom to keep."
"So he knew about this!" Ron said angrily.
"Yes," said Ginny. "He knew you would doubt me. He had faith in me."
Harry grinned at her. "You deffinetly will have a spot on the Quidditch team."
"Thanks."
"What about me?" asked Ron.
"Well." started Harry.
"FINE!" Ron stomped off.
"He just needs to practice." Harry said. Harry and Ginny landed, and ran with Hermione to find Ron.
Harry found Ron in his bedroom, sulking.
"My little sister is better than me!" he said, disparingly. "I love Quidditch, but I'm not good enough."
"You just need practice." Harry told him.
"Yeah, I guess so."
They went down for breakfast. The days at the Burrow flew by.
One day, when both Hermione and Ron caught the flu, Harry found Ginny sitting by the lake. A breeze ruffled through Ginny's hair. The only sounds were birds chirping, singing in perfect harmony. She looked over the limpid water of the lake. The gentle breeze made the water ripple. The wind rushing through created currents. Grass along the edge of the lake danced in the wind, swaying back and fourth as one.
Harry could not help but stare at the scene infront of him. It was perfect. He could not remember seeing a prettier site, his eyes fell on Ginny, who looked so much at peace he would have thought she was an angel. Harry sighed louder than he meant to. Startled, Ginny turned around. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to disturb you." "It's alright," Ginny responded softly. "Do you come to the lake alone often?"
"Yeah, I really love it here. The way the water is either so limpid, or small waves being carried through. And hearing the birds sing, and listening to the rush of the water. It really calms my nerves, makes me feel at peace." Ginny stopped talking. She had never told anyone that before. The next few moments, Harry and Ginny, standing there, barley a foot apart, looking into each others eyes, with the watery heaven behind them, were perfect. They were only brought back down to earth when Mrs. Wealsey called them in for lunch.
During lunch, Harry and Ginny were very quiet. "I'm afraid you two will have to spend the next week alone while Hermione and Ron are getting better," Mrs. Wealsey said. "Once they have fully recovered, we will go to Diagon Alley. You letters from Hogwarts arrived today. I am so proud, Hermione and Ron we're made prefects. But Harry, you weren't, what shall you do when they are on duty?." "It's alright Mrs. Wealsey, Umm, well, Ginny and I are becoming pretty good friends." "How wonderful! What if Ginny is prefect in her fifth year-" "I don't want to be prefect," inturupted Ginny. "Neither does Ron," said Harry thoughtfully. "Nonsence," said Mrs. Wealsey. "Being prefect is an honor!"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, they both agreed it would be an annoying job. The next week was, well, awkward. Ginny's childhood crush on the hero Boy-Who-Lived, wasn't just a crush any more. Since she got to know him, she started to fall in love. And Harry's thoughts were driving him mad, and he had no idea what they meant. He felt ashamed of it, like he was cheating on Hermione or something. Despite that, they really had a wonderful time. When Ron and Hermione got better, they almost regretted that they would not be spending time alone anymore.
Harry awoke the morning after Ron and Hermione had recovered to Mrs. Wealsey calling him and Ron downstairs. He sleepily tried to pull his t- shirt over his pajama bottoms. Giving up, he threw his shirt down and decided to get dressed after breakfast. When he arrived at the breakfast table, everyone was already there. His stomach lurched when he realized the only seat left was next to Ginny. Harry ate an enjoyable breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He still couldn't get used to his fortune of having good food after being with the Dursleys. After everyone was ready, they all gathered around the fireplace to travel to Diagon Alley by Floo Power.
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Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, wondering what happened. The left Ginny's room and went downstairs. The found Harry and Ron at the door doubled over in laughter, and Mrs. Wealsey's face purple from fury and yelling. Fred and George we're trying to escape.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, causeing Fred and Geroge to stop in theit tracks. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO THAT POOR MUGGLE BOY?" "Because he makes Harry's life miserable," said Fred quietly. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TORTURE MUGGLES! I KNOW THAT ISN'T THE REASON WHY YOU DID THAT, BUT HOW COULD YOU? THE POOR BOY!"
Harry and Ron picked up Harry's stuff and quickly went over to Hermione and Ginny.
"Hey Hermione," said Harry, giving Hermione a peck on the cheek. Ginny and Ron went purple. "Hi Ginny" Harry said looking at her. "Oh, Hi Harry." Said Ginny blushing, looking at her feet. Harry couldn't help but notice she looked cute when she was embarrassed, but he could have slapped himself for that thought. "C'mon Harry, lets bring your stuff to my room." Said Ron. "Oh yeah, my stuff is still in the kitchen," said Hermione. Ron looked over at Mrs. Wealsey, who was still yelling. "Better get it later." The four of them went to Ron's room. "What happened?" asked Ginny. "Fred and George brought some of their joke stuff with them to pick me up from the Dursleys, Canary Creams. They had gone into the kitchen and put them on a plate when no one was looking. Dudley ate some," Harry said, smiling at the memory. "Fattest canary I've ever seen. Stuffed ten in his mouth at once, took an hour to wear off."
Hermione gave a look of disapproval, but then laughed along with Ginny. Distractedly, Harry watched Ginny as she laughed. The way she laughed fully, and her eyes sparkled with enjoyment. Harry hit himself. "Harry, why did you hit yourself?" asked Hermione with concern. "Oh umm, no reason."Harry said quickly. 'Yeah right,' said a little voice in his head.
'Oh shut up,' Harry said to it.
He entered Ron's room, and but his trunk next to his usual bed. The
four of them sat down on Ron and Harry's bed, and talked until dinner
time.
During dinner, Mrs. Wealsey was still fuming about Fred and George's
prank.
As they ate, they could hear her mumbling to herself. Mr. Wealsey was
trying to comfort her, and saying that it is up to Fred and George
about what they want to do when they leave Hogwarts.
After dinner, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and to Ron's displeasure, Ginny
hung out in Ron's room. (Ron needs to get used to the idea of Ginny
hanging out with them.)
They talked for a long time, about Fred and George, Hogwarts, O.W.L.s,
and Quidditch.
"I really want to try out for keeper this year," said Ron. "I hope I'm
good enough. We can practice this summer."
"I'll practice being a chaser for you," offered Ginny.
"All the chaser spots are filled, Ginny,"
"Yeah, but it's their last year. Next year there will be five spots
open."
Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Harry cut in, "Stuff it, Ron. If
Ginny wants to play than she can. You need practice as a keeper, and
I want to see Ginny's abilitys as a keeper. If I'm not captain this
year, I think I'd be captain the next. Cause who ever would be captain
this year would have left, and I'd have more experience on being in a
Quidditch team than the keeper." He grinned at Ginny, who blushed.
"Fine!" said Ron.
They talked for a while longer, but soon Mrs. Wealsey was yelling at them to go to bed. It was almost midnight.
The next few days were peaceful. They were spent playing Quidditch, talking, and swimming in the lake near the Burrow. On times Harry and Hermione would hang out with each other, Ron would shut himself up in his room and Ginny would sit by the lake. Something about the water calmed her nerves. It was quite peaceful by the lake. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were amazed at Ginny's chaser abilities.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny all had trambled to Ron's back yard, with their broomsticks slugged over their shoulders.
"Have fun," Hermione said to them, giving Harry a hug. She sat down by the bank to watch them play. She didn't have a broomstick, nor was she interested in playing Quidditch.
They mounted their brooms and took off into the air. The Weasleys did not own a Quidditch balls set, so they used a regular red ball for a quaffle and golf balls for a snitch, and three trees had grown on the edge of the yard, which was the goal.
Ginny zoomed around on her Comet 120 (the first model of it) at an amazing speed for such a old broom. She threw the ball so fast Ron barley had time to blink before it zoomed past him.
"That was just lucky," Ron said, picking up the ball.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Just give me the ball, halfwit." Ron glared, but passed the ball as hard as he could. Ginny easily caught it. She flew, zigzagging crazily, back and fourth, confusing Ron, so she was able to throw the ball straight past him, and fly behind the goal to catch the ball, and toss it sideways, scoring another goal. Ron fell off his broom in amazment, and embarrassment. Harry stared at her, his mouth wide open. He had never seen anything like that. "Wow." He breathed. Hermione, who was also shocked, stared at Ginny as she made her way over to Ron to see if he was okay.
Ginny cheered, and took a victory lap around the yard. "How did you do that?" Harry asked, still awed.
"Since I was five I came out here and practiced every day, using an old broom that was Dad's or Charlie's. She answered simply. When Charlie graduated Hogwarts, he gave me his broom to keep."
"So he knew about this!" Ron said angrily.
"Yes," said Ginny. "He knew you would doubt me. He had faith in me."
Harry grinned at her. "You deffinetly will have a spot on the Quidditch team."
"Thanks."
"What about me?" asked Ron.
"Well." started Harry.
"FINE!" Ron stomped off.
"He just needs to practice." Harry said. Harry and Ginny landed, and ran with Hermione to find Ron.
Harry found Ron in his bedroom, sulking.
"My little sister is better than me!" he said, disparingly. "I love Quidditch, but I'm not good enough."
"You just need practice." Harry told him.
"Yeah, I guess so."
They went down for breakfast. The days at the Burrow flew by.
One day, when both Hermione and Ron caught the flu, Harry found Ginny sitting by the lake. A breeze ruffled through Ginny's hair. The only sounds were birds chirping, singing in perfect harmony. She looked over the limpid water of the lake. The gentle breeze made the water ripple. The wind rushing through created currents. Grass along the edge of the lake danced in the wind, swaying back and fourth as one.
Harry could not help but stare at the scene infront of him. It was perfect. He could not remember seeing a prettier site, his eyes fell on Ginny, who looked so much at peace he would have thought she was an angel. Harry sighed louder than he meant to. Startled, Ginny turned around. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to disturb you." "It's alright," Ginny responded softly. "Do you come to the lake alone often?"
"Yeah, I really love it here. The way the water is either so limpid, or small waves being carried through. And hearing the birds sing, and listening to the rush of the water. It really calms my nerves, makes me feel at peace." Ginny stopped talking. She had never told anyone that before. The next few moments, Harry and Ginny, standing there, barley a foot apart, looking into each others eyes, with the watery heaven behind them, were perfect. They were only brought back down to earth when Mrs. Wealsey called them in for lunch.
During lunch, Harry and Ginny were very quiet. "I'm afraid you two will have to spend the next week alone while Hermione and Ron are getting better," Mrs. Wealsey said. "Once they have fully recovered, we will go to Diagon Alley. You letters from Hogwarts arrived today. I am so proud, Hermione and Ron we're made prefects. But Harry, you weren't, what shall you do when they are on duty?." "It's alright Mrs. Wealsey, Umm, well, Ginny and I are becoming pretty good friends." "How wonderful! What if Ginny is prefect in her fifth year-" "I don't want to be prefect," inturupted Ginny. "Neither does Ron," said Harry thoughtfully. "Nonsence," said Mrs. Wealsey. "Being prefect is an honor!"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, they both agreed it would be an annoying job. The next week was, well, awkward. Ginny's childhood crush on the hero Boy-Who-Lived, wasn't just a crush any more. Since she got to know him, she started to fall in love. And Harry's thoughts were driving him mad, and he had no idea what they meant. He felt ashamed of it, like he was cheating on Hermione or something. Despite that, they really had a wonderful time. When Ron and Hermione got better, they almost regretted that they would not be spending time alone anymore.
Harry awoke the morning after Ron and Hermione had recovered to Mrs. Wealsey calling him and Ron downstairs. He sleepily tried to pull his t- shirt over his pajama bottoms. Giving up, he threw his shirt down and decided to get dressed after breakfast. When he arrived at the breakfast table, everyone was already there. His stomach lurched when he realized the only seat left was next to Ginny. Harry ate an enjoyable breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He still couldn't get used to his fortune of having good food after being with the Dursleys. After everyone was ready, they all gathered around the fireplace to travel to Diagon Alley by Floo Power.
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