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I like fried eggs with runny yolks,
I borrowed Ron and Hermione,
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It was to be a short one-shot,
But the voices in me yelled and fought.
"Write another chapter, please,
Or else we'll curse you with little fleas."
Okay, okay, I did agree,
Just one more, that's all it'll be...
But then again, I couldn't resist,
The voices in me did persist,
"The end? Why, you silly, that cannot be!"
So here it is, guys, Chapter Three...
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"Harry!" Ginny whispered urgently. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Harry asked alarmed, dropping his arms from around her. Darn it, just when I was all comfortable. She tilted her head to the side. Faint voices-Faint, arguing voices-Faint, arguing, familiar voices, she could hear them. To her horror, they were coming closer.
"It's Ron and Hermione!" gasped Ginny. "There's no time to get back inside." She caught sight of her reflection in a small mirror that hung on the opposite wall nearby. Ginny gestured frantically to Harry.
Harry saw it too. "Come on!" He stooped, snatched the cloak, and dragged Ginny over to the wall opposite the Fat Lady. The two of them plastered themselves against the wall closet to each other, and Harry carefully draped the shimmering cloak over the both of them. They tried to keep their tense breathing as quiet as possible.
Ginny stood stiffly at attention, and felt the hair on the nape of her neck prickle, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms. She reached across the few inches between them and clutched Harry's hand. Please don't let Ron find us. He'll kill Harry before I have a chance with him, and before we can explain... Harry seemed to know what she was fretting about and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She instinctively moved closer to him, and they flattened themselves even more against the wall.
Ginny and Harry strained to hear what Ron was now saying. "Of course we understand each other, Hermione," Ron said matter-of-factly. Ginny stifled a giggle. Of all the couples in the world, you probably win the prize for not understanding each other…
"Pray tell, how well, exactly, do we know each other?" Hermione asked witheringly. Ron, are you in trouble!
"Well, that's easy," supplied Ron cheerfully. "You live for and worship books, homework, books, and house-elves."
"Oh, jolly lot you know about me!" Hermione snapped. "How much you know about me is a far cry from what I know about you. For example, you are the sixth child and boy in a family of seven children, you love Quidditch and excel at thinking up strategy, due to your insane love of chess. You support the Chudley Cannons with your life, you wear their colors proudly, despite how horrible orange looks with your hair.
"Your favorite time of the day is meal-time and snacktimes, you are determined to show everyone that you too will be successful, you delight in eating chocolate frogs, and you won't rest until you've completed the card collection. Shall I continue?" Ha! She's got you there, Ron!
Harry winked sideways at Ginny when they saw Ron's look of awe and annoyance at being shown down. "Nah, don't waste your breath, Hermione, I get it." He looked quite dejected and Ginny nearly felt sorry for him. Hermione must have noticed too, because she leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
Ron's face immediately brightened. What did she say? He grinned mischievously and a devilish look came over his face. He started to move right towards the place where Harry and Ginny were uncomfortably situated. Shoot, he is way too close…Uh-oh, Harry's scared too…I can see it on his face… She shifted nervously, not realizing she made noise that gave them away to her brother.
Ron loomed closer and closer and he reached out a large, freckled hand towards them. Ginny shut her eyes and opened them again, afraid to look. Ron stretched out his arm and punched Harry good-naturedly in his invisible chest.
"I know you're here, Harry, even though I can't see you. Saw you when that cloak fell down. Hey, little sister, is my best friend a good kisser?" Ginny flushed all over again. Mm-hm, very good… "You tell me if he hurts you. Harry! I'm warning you!" Harry gulped. Ginny's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Better you than anyone else, you hear? If you hurt her, you will have six angry older brothers to face," Ron continued, trying to sound stern, but Ginny could tell he was having way too much fun. Oh, but then you'll have to deal with the wrath of Ginny… Hermione was obviously having as much fun as Ron, because she laughed out loud. Ooohh, Hermione, you are going to pay… "Hermione and I are going back inside, and if you aren't with us in 60 seconds, I am coming out to escort you!" Ginny and Harry watched in amazement as Ron calmly helped Hermione through the portrait-hole after stating the password.
Harry and Ginny stared at each other, twin looks of fright on their faces. A split second later, they were bolting across the hall to the Fat Lady.
"Ferret-boy has a rubber duckie," they said together.
"Very good," nodded the Fat Lady. "Much more than three minutes it was, Ginny." She winked at Harry, and it was his turn to blush furiously. As the portrait swung slowly forward, Ginny, in an act of defiance, grabbed Harry's hand as they went in to where Ron and Hermione were waiting with laughter on their faces.
"Get ready to wipe those smiles off their faces," Ginny muttered out of the corner of her mouth, while she smiled angelically. Harry grinned and nodded. Die, Ron…
"Don't be too proud of yourselves, now… As if we didn't know what you two were up to--" Harry teased gleefully. Ginny squeezed his hand.
"All alone in that big, dark corridor," Ginny finished, raising her eyebrows questioningly. "Go big brother!" She and Harry laughed hysterically. Serves you right…
The identical red faces and stammering words were worth all of Ron's endless teasing, Ginny decided happily.
"Night all," Ginny smiled. She nudged Harry gently. He looked at her quizzically.
"Grand finale," she instructed. They started walking towards the stairs, putting a little lilt into their step, and swinging their clasped hands between them, as though they were skipping through a meadow of daisies. They paused between their respective stairs and dormitories. Ginny threw her arms around Harry's neck, Harry dipped her backwards, and she kicked her leg in the air dramatically. They exchanged a gentle kiss that looked like a whole lot more to the scarlet-faced Ron.
"I believe this counts as a happily ever after, don't you?" Ginny beamed. Harry righted her and hugged her, before she left to go to her own room. Ron and Hermione were too much in shock to move.
"I do indeed." Prince Harry…My Prince Charming…With eyes as green as a fresh-pickled toad…Maybe I'll sew him a costume too… After all, the Halloween Ball is coming up…
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A/N- I hoped you liked it, I may keep adding on to it as things hit my mind, but for now, consider it finished. Please review and help me break 50… It hasn't ever happened before… Such a rush! Woohoo!