Disclaimer: Uggg...if I owned these characters I could afford to go back to Blockbuster and pay my late fine. I also don't own the song…it'd be pretty cool if I did. I would make a shitload of money off of the royalties. I think there may be a law stating that every karaoke machine ever made must have this song on it.
A/N: Woo hoo, another chapter down. Yay for me. It's a bit shorter than I'd like, but with all the lovely weather we've been having here the past few days (I'm pretty sure it's thundering once again as I type this) it has been kinda screwy. Anyway, I want to thank everyone who clicks on that lovely purplish button at the bottom and leaves me a review. Also, I want to thank my beta Stacy *we miss you up in the sticks!!!!* On to chapter five!
*I Will Survive*
"Ginny dear, would you please come down and help me with dinner?" Mrs. Wesley walked into her daughter's room and found her lying on her bed reading. Ginny dog-eared the page she was on; ignoring what Hermonie had told her when she lent her the book, and sat up.
"Sure Mom, hey are Bill and Fleur here yet?" She asked as they walked down the stairs.
"No…I just received an owl from Bill saying they would be a little later than they thought. But he assured me they would be here for dinner. He says they have a very important announcement to make." Her mother replied giddily. From her mother's giggles Ginny could only venture a vague guess as to what would have her mother so excited.
Oh, I don't know what their 'special announcement' could be? About bloody time someone decided to give mom the grandchild she's always been wanting. Maybe she'll finally stop suffocating me and start lavishing attention on someone that is actually a baby, not someone who is almost 16!
For as much as Ginny loved her mother, she had a habit of being a bit overwhelming at times. The two women began bustling around the kitchen, preparing dinner; it was, after all, a lot of work to fix enough food for thirteen people, four of which were teenage boys!
A short while later the potatoes were boiling, the bread was baking, the turkey was roasting and Ginny and her mother were dancing around the kitchen, singing along with a song that was playing over the muggle radio her father had brought home.
"At first I was afraid I was
petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. But then I
spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong. And I grew strong and I
learned how to get along. And now your back, from outta space. I just walked in
to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed that
stupid lock I should have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second you'd be back to bother me…"
By the time the chorus came around, Ginny had a spoon in her hand as a psuedomicrophone, and Mrs. Weasley was dancing in a matter than would have mortified Ginny, had they been in public somewhere. Neither one of them noticed the footsteps coming down the stairs, or the two boys that had paused at the bottom.
Harry and Ron stood on the bottom step, eyes taking in the scene before them.
"Do you think they've been eating some bad food? Because I believe they've gone mad." Ron stated as he watched his mother and sister jump up on the table and start their own little kickline.
Harry on the other hand, watching Ginny up on the table, laughing and dancing, the curls in her hair bouncing as she jumped around, didn't think they looked crazy at all. On the contrary, he thought she looked quite stunning. It wasn't until he felt Ron pull him towards the kitchen that he realized he'd been staring at her.
Merlin, I hope Ron didn't catch that little momentary lapse in judgment. Why was I staring at her like that? Well…she is gorgeous…and that smile…I haven't seen her that carefree in a while…no, no…don't think about that. Your just friends, didn't we just go over this this morning?
"Come on mate, let's go join them. Shall we? See if we can't embarrass them a bit?" Ron said, as they made their way into the room.
"Oh no not I, I will survive. Oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive. I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give. I will survive…I will survive…AAAAAACKKKKK! Don't' do that…put me down!" Ginny shouted as Ron grabbed her legs and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder before spinning around and setting her on the floor.
Harry turned to help Mrs. Weasley down and was surprised when Mrs. Weasley took his hand in hers and began trying to spin him around as well. Ginny smiled in amusement when she saw the look of fright on Harry's face as her mother whirled him around the room.
He saw her standing over by the counter laughing as she checked up on the turkey and mouthed the words 'Help me' which only made her laugh harder. Mrs. Weasley saw the interaction and pulled closer to his ear.
"Why don't you go grab her and give her a spin, dear." She smiled and let go of him, watching him cross the room. Ron came up beside and took hold of her elbow, and they started dancing again as Harry approached Ginny.
"Harry James Potter, how dare you two stand there and watch us make completes arses out of ourselves. Oh no…don't come any closer. No…I have to check the potatoes…" The spoon clattered to the ground as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back out to where Mrs. Weasley was twirling in circles with Ron.
"You know, you could have at least coughed or something up on the steps. How long were you watching us? Do you know how embarrassing that was?" Ginny said as her ears began to turn red, although she wasn't sure if it was from the dancing fiasco or the fact that Harry had just pulled her arms up wrap around his neck.
"Come on Gin, you looked like you were having fun up there. Had a lot of experience table dancing have you?" Harry said grinning, enjoying watching Ginny try to fight back the blush that was rising up her face.
"I most certainly have not. And even if I did, it would be none of your business. Now wipe that smirk off your face Mr. Potter." She huffed, but took one look at Harry and burst out laughing, not able to keep her straight face any longer.
The song finally ended and everyone made their way back to the table, except Mrs. Weasley who had noticed the potatoes boiling over and went to go clean up the mess.
"You know Gin, you really did look good up there, and your voice…wow…have you ever considered becoming one of those pop stars after school?" Not fond of the sarcasm in Ron's comment, she smacked him on the head as she headed over to help her mother finish cooking.
"Real funny Ron. I hope you both enjoyed that little show."
"Oh, we did Ginny dear. Any chance of another performance later on?" He said as he and Harry got up to leave.
"Ha ha ha. Maybe if you're lucky I can convince Hermonie to join me for a little number. You'd like that wouldn't ya?" She joked, laughing as she gave him the finger and saw his back stiffen at the mention of Hermonie, who was also coming to join the family for dinner that evening.
It's only a matter of time…but if it happens any time tonight or tomorrow I'll win the pot back at school. What's it up to now?? 50 galleons?? Ginny thought, referring to the bet that everyone had made back at school before winter break. Over half of Gryffindor had placed a few galleons on which day they thought Ron and Hermonie would finally hook up. Most had chosen Christmas Eve or Christmas day, but Ginny placed her money on the 21st or 22nd.
Ginny spent a few more minutes in the kitchen tidying up before taking off her apron and placing it back on the rack.
"Hey mom, I'm gonna go clean up before dinner. Do you need any more help in here?" Ginny asked.
"Oh no dear, if I need any more help I'll call one of the boys. You go get yourself ready." Her mother replied. Ginny hopped up the steps and flung open the door to her room.
Damn, this place is a mess. It looks like some bloke's room. I should probably straighten up before Hermonie gets here. She thought as she surveyed the ungodly mess that was her room. Instead of grabbing her wand off the bureau, Ginny decided to walk around and clean things up without the assistance of magic. She folded up clothes, tossed her shoes back in the closet and made her bed; until she was convinced her room looked no longer looked like it belonged to a fourteen year old boy.
As she passed her mirror she heard a soft giggle, causing her to turn around and face her reflection. The full length mirror had been charmed so that a person's reflection would talk back to them, giving them compliments, suggestions or occasionally rude and obscene comments.
"Girl, it looks like somebody could use a shower. What happened? Was it raining flour?" The reflection in the mirror started giggling again, but Ginny had to agree with it.
How the hell did I get flour all over me? Was Mom even using flour for anything? As if I wasn't pale enough to begin with, I look like the bloody undead…oh sweet Merlin…as if the dancing wasn't horrible enough, Harry had to see me like this…wait why do I care what Harry thinks I look like? Well, it's only a natural response I suppose; after all, I was obsessed with what he thought of me for nearly four years. Old habits are hard to break…
Ginny shrugged the memory of her sad obsession off as she undressed, wrapped a towel around herself, gathered her things and headed off for the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she frowned, realizing that this would probably be the only time for the next few days where she wouldn't have to fight for the bathroom or have to hurry up once she was inside.
Better savoir this time while I have it. Whatever possessed Mom to invite everyone to stay here for Christmas, when they can just as easily apparate or floo home for the night. Merlin, why'd she have to have so many kids to begin with?
Ginny-who had begun mentally cursing her parents for not being able to keep their hands off each other, which created a very disturbing picture in her head causing her to curse herself- could not hear the sound of running water as she approached the bathroom door. She grasped the knob and turned…