Chapter 2
Telling The Family
Harry and Ginny decided not to tell the family yet. Harry wanted to ask Arthur, or double check with him, before they annouced it. Harry didn't see why Arthur would have any cause to turn him down, but nothing's impossible in the wizarding world.
Harry lay on his bed in his small London house, staring at the ceiling. The noise outside his window never really died down, Diagon Alley didn't seem to sleep. Only fifty feet away was Fred and George Weasley's shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The twins had become very sucessful actually, it seemed they had also formed an alliance with Zonkos in Hogsmeade, and the two were cooperating beautifully. Once a week a loud bang or crash was heard, but other then that it only added a small amount of chaos to the already chaotic atmosphere.
Tomorrow Harry would ask Arthur. And tonight, hopefully, sleep.
Ginny was faring no better. She even could have been in a worse predicament. Hermione Grager was sleeping on a cot in her room while she was there visiting her soon to be family-in-law. Yes, Hermione and Ron were two weeks engaged. (A/N: BECAUSE I SAY SO!)
Hermione was usually bubbling about her plans, and how much she loved Ron. Ginny felt like she was going to throw up over the latter rantings, but tonight she had other reasons to feel like that. For one, she and Harry were secretly engaged. For two, Hermione was not bubbling.
"Hermione?" Ginny couldn't stand her silence anymore, "Are you all right?"
Hermione instantly sat up, "Yes. Are you?"
Ginny was shocked by this reaction, "Yeah...I don't see why I wouldn't be."
"Oh." Hermione's face was down trodden. "I just thought...Well...Maybe you..."
"Maybe I what?" Ginny was wary. In the dark, only pierced by the rays of moonlight through the window, it was near impossible to see Hermione's face.
"Nevermind. Goodnight Ginny." Hermione sounded like her heart was broken.
"G'night." Ginny was utterly confused. Had Hermione and Ron gotten into a fight? She fell into an uneasy sleep.
Ginny sat on her ringed hand, her stomach flipping around like an acrobat. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Harry. Instead she sat inbetween her mother and Hermione on the couch. Ron and Harry were listening to an excited story told by Bill, who had dropped down for a visit. Fred and George were talking in hushed tones to their father.
Charlie was still in Romania, back to his old job after finsihing up his job for the Order of the Phoenix. And since Harry had finally defeated him nearly five years ago, in his last year at Hogwarts, there was no need for as many members in that group they had.
Percy was out of touch with the family, they believed he was in Paris, with his wife Penelope, but no one was for sure about that.
Hermione was staring at Ron and Harry, he face almost as white as Ginny's.
Across the room Harry was not listening to the story. He was staring at the wall behind Bill's head and trying to think about when he should make the annoucement.
Ron wasn't really listening either. He'd waited for Harry to say something about what Hermione had told him ever since he arrived a little before dinner time. Ron laughed to himself, trust Harry to show up a few minutes before a meal. Harry had found time in the pre-dining mess to talk alone with Mr. Weasley... The one man who guarded the last gate to Harry's happiness.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She stood up. Evryone slowly seased what they were doing and looked at Ginny. Ginny felt their eyes bore into her, trying to figure what she was doing. The little Ginny of pre-Hogwarts started to emerge, but post-Hogwarts Ginny shoved her back.
"Harry has asked me to marry him," She swallowed. "And I've accepted him."
For a few moments everyone sat in shock.
Then a bedlam to top of all bedlams broke out.
"Took you long enough!" Fred shouted to Harry.
Hermione was dizzy with releif, "I couldn't be happier for you Ginny!"
"Good ole boy!" Bill laughed, slapping Harry on the back.
"Oh! My little girl!" Molly grabbed Ginny in a bear hug and cried into her shoulder for a half a minute.
George smiled and nudged Fred in the ribs, "I guess it's time for our 'talk' with Harry?" He winked broadly and Fred nodded.
Ron was about to say something to Harry when Arthur stood, asking for attention. There was in immense respect for the father figure ingrained into the Weasleys, everyone shut up.
Arthur smiled, "Congratulations to you both."
Everyone broke into applause, they were never sure why. Ginny ran to her father and hugged him tightly. The whirlwind of red hair didn't stop until it was so late Molly made Harry stay with them.
"You can bunk up in Ron's room tonight, just like you used to!" Molly said, her eyes still red with tears. "When you were a child..." A fresh river of tears flowed forth.
"Aw, mum!" Ron declared.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry!" Molly said with a loud sniffle. "I'll just be going to bed, and so should the rest of you."
Everyone agreed and marched up to their old rooms, to look around and make it comfortable again. Fred and George hadn't been at the Burrow for three years, and Bill... Well as long as Harry had known the Weasleys Bill wasn't there. So it was a night for remembering.
And a night for long talks between old friends.
(A/N: That's all folks. Like I said, short. Ah well. The next chapter is the talks.)
Telling The Family
Harry and Ginny decided not to tell the family yet. Harry wanted to ask Arthur, or double check with him, before they annouced it. Harry didn't see why Arthur would have any cause to turn him down, but nothing's impossible in the wizarding world.
Harry lay on his bed in his small London house, staring at the ceiling. The noise outside his window never really died down, Diagon Alley didn't seem to sleep. Only fifty feet away was Fred and George Weasley's shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The twins had become very sucessful actually, it seemed they had also formed an alliance with Zonkos in Hogsmeade, and the two were cooperating beautifully. Once a week a loud bang or crash was heard, but other then that it only added a small amount of chaos to the already chaotic atmosphere.
Tomorrow Harry would ask Arthur. And tonight, hopefully, sleep.
Ginny was faring no better. She even could have been in a worse predicament. Hermione Grager was sleeping on a cot in her room while she was there visiting her soon to be family-in-law. Yes, Hermione and Ron were two weeks engaged. (A/N: BECAUSE I SAY SO!)
Hermione was usually bubbling about her plans, and how much she loved Ron. Ginny felt like she was going to throw up over the latter rantings, but tonight she had other reasons to feel like that. For one, she and Harry were secretly engaged. For two, Hermione was not bubbling.
"Hermione?" Ginny couldn't stand her silence anymore, "Are you all right?"
Hermione instantly sat up, "Yes. Are you?"
Ginny was shocked by this reaction, "Yeah...I don't see why I wouldn't be."
"Oh." Hermione's face was down trodden. "I just thought...Well...Maybe you..."
"Maybe I what?" Ginny was wary. In the dark, only pierced by the rays of moonlight through the window, it was near impossible to see Hermione's face.
"Nevermind. Goodnight Ginny." Hermione sounded like her heart was broken.
"G'night." Ginny was utterly confused. Had Hermione and Ron gotten into a fight? She fell into an uneasy sleep.
Ginny sat on her ringed hand, her stomach flipping around like an acrobat. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with Harry. Instead she sat inbetween her mother and Hermione on the couch. Ron and Harry were listening to an excited story told by Bill, who had dropped down for a visit. Fred and George were talking in hushed tones to their father.
Charlie was still in Romania, back to his old job after finsihing up his job for the Order of the Phoenix. And since Harry had finally defeated him nearly five years ago, in his last year at Hogwarts, there was no need for as many members in that group they had.
Percy was out of touch with the family, they believed he was in Paris, with his wife Penelope, but no one was for sure about that.
Hermione was staring at Ron and Harry, he face almost as white as Ginny's.
Across the room Harry was not listening to the story. He was staring at the wall behind Bill's head and trying to think about when he should make the annoucement.
Ron wasn't really listening either. He'd waited for Harry to say something about what Hermione had told him ever since he arrived a little before dinner time. Ron laughed to himself, trust Harry to show up a few minutes before a meal. Harry had found time in the pre-dining mess to talk alone with Mr. Weasley... The one man who guarded the last gate to Harry's happiness.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She stood up. Evryone slowly seased what they were doing and looked at Ginny. Ginny felt their eyes bore into her, trying to figure what she was doing. The little Ginny of pre-Hogwarts started to emerge, but post-Hogwarts Ginny shoved her back.
"Harry has asked me to marry him," She swallowed. "And I've accepted him."
For a few moments everyone sat in shock.
Then a bedlam to top of all bedlams broke out.
"Took you long enough!" Fred shouted to Harry.
Hermione was dizzy with releif, "I couldn't be happier for you Ginny!"
"Good ole boy!" Bill laughed, slapping Harry on the back.
"Oh! My little girl!" Molly grabbed Ginny in a bear hug and cried into her shoulder for a half a minute.
George smiled and nudged Fred in the ribs, "I guess it's time for our 'talk' with Harry?" He winked broadly and Fred nodded.
Ron was about to say something to Harry when Arthur stood, asking for attention. There was in immense respect for the father figure ingrained into the Weasleys, everyone shut up.
Arthur smiled, "Congratulations to you both."
Everyone broke into applause, they were never sure why. Ginny ran to her father and hugged him tightly. The whirlwind of red hair didn't stop until it was so late Molly made Harry stay with them.
"You can bunk up in Ron's room tonight, just like you used to!" Molly said, her eyes still red with tears. "When you were a child..." A fresh river of tears flowed forth.
"Aw, mum!" Ron declared.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry!" Molly said with a loud sniffle. "I'll just be going to bed, and so should the rest of you."
Everyone agreed and marched up to their old rooms, to look around and make it comfortable again. Fred and George hadn't been at the Burrow for three years, and Bill... Well as long as Harry had known the Weasleys Bill wasn't there. So it was a night for remembering.
And a night for long talks between old friends.
(A/N: That's all folks. Like I said, short. Ah well. The next chapter is the talks.)