Chapter 3: The Burrow, one last time.
Harry placed his broomstick down as he entered the door. It was early in the morning now, and he knew there was no-one awake yet. Tonks had left him outside the house, she still had an errand to run. He was surprised that they didn't tell him what was going on, they had all been very secretive lately. Maybe Ron and Hermione didn't know either, he would have to ask them. They would probably still be going to grimmauld place soon. But maybe they didn't want to take him there, in case it brought back any bad memories for Harry. Casting these feelings aside, (which was what he had learnt to do over the summer) Harry walked along into the kitchen. He looked towards the clock, it was later than he thought, the sun was beginning to rise, and Molly Weasley was starting her morning. He coughed to attract her attention. Slightly startled, she turned to face him. "Harry dear, you're finally her, we were wondering when you would arrive." She smiled and motioned for him to sit and relax. He contentedly obliged and sat, he thought for a moment. "When did you expect me to arrive Mrs. Weasley?" She laughed at this, before replying. "Harry, call me Molly, and we expected you here a few weeks ago, what took you so long?" "Tonks only came for me last night." "Tonks?" Molly turned pale and looked sick with worry. "Did she say anything? Anything at all?" "No Mrs-I mean- Molly. We hardly spoke. Is something wrong?" Molly let out a sigh of relief. "No Harry dear." She was silent for a moment, before glancing at her watch. "Is that the time? Oh Harry, you must be exhausted. Why don't you go and rest? I'll wake you in a few hours for breakfast." "Okay, see ya in a few." Harry made his way up to Ron's room. Why didn't I tell her? I should have! I knew I should. But why? Tonks was certainly acting odd, but he couldn't tell Mrs Weasley, she looked so worried. He decided not to worry too much. A good sleep would make him forger his troubles, yes, that was definitely a good idea. He had reached the staircase and was walking towards the room. He turned in the opposite direction. He had no idea why. Thoughts of Hermione's letter immediately came into his head. This was wrong, and he knew it. What about Ron? And Ginny. He couldn't do this, but she seemed so alone, so helpless. So like him. He opened a door and walked in.
Thud! Ginny woke up suddenly, as she heard a door slamming. Who could that be? She glanced at her clock, by her bedside (A/N. I know it seems like I have an obsession with the time in this chapter, but I'm trying to get my point across) It was really early. No-one would be up at this time, except her mother perhaps. She turned on her lamp, then quickly switched it off, remembering that Hermione would be asleep. Although, she couldn't hear her snores. That was a rare delight, Ginny was surprised that she ever got to sleep. She reached over to her night gown, and slipped it on. Tiptoeing to her door, she opened it a crack, and peered out. There was definitely someone in the kitchen, she could hear voices. Her mother and someone else. Who was it? Harry- of course! Why didn't she think of that before? He was due to come over a week ago. She had been so worried. Should she go down and speak to him now? No. No they would be talking about more 'top secret' stuff, that she wouldn't be a part in. It had always been this way, everyone ignore silly little pathetic Ginny, who no-one cares about and no- one wants to include her in their plans. But not this year, this year it would be different. She had rushed to be by his side after Sirius' death; no-one knew exactly how much she had done for Harry, except perhaps Harry and herself. Quickly, she crept back inside her room, she didn't want to disturb him right now. She quickly formulated a plan, her mother would talk to him for about thirty minutes, look at the time, tell him to go to bed, then she would stay in the kitchen, beginning her morning chores. Ginny would wait until Harry came up to Ron's room, then she would meet him by the stairs, then they would get their time to talk. She had realized over the summer just how much she cared for him, it wasn't just a little crush anymore, it was love. Now she was ready for a proper relationship with Harry, and it was going to start tonight. With a smile on her face, she waited for the sound, to motion that he was coming upstairs. But there was nothing. For an hour, she sat there waiting, until finally, she decided that he must have gone to bed already. That ruined her plan. Carefully, she crept towards Ron's room. A creak was all that was heard as she walked along past the stairs, and the creaky floorboard. She turned the handle, and walked inside, plucking up all her courage, so that she could have the courage for what she was about to do.
Harry walked out of the bathroom, still confused. He knew it for sure now, he was in love with Hermione. There was no doubt about it, but what should he do? He couldn't dump Ginny, or expect Hermione to feel the same and dump Ron. But it was worth a try- wasn't it? No- don't be ridiculous, get a hold of yourself Harry! His hormones were trying to take over once again, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it to his best mate. He knew just how long Ron had liked Hermione, and wanted this so much. It would brake his heart if he knew how Harry felt. A shadow, coming from Ginny's room slowly crept to Ron's room. It was Hermione- he just knew it. He couldn't let her do this. He remembered how she felt about doing this with Ron, she was miserable. They knew each other best, sometimes he felt he could see inside her soul. How could he have let her carry on like this for so long? Walking inside the room, he knew exactly what to do.
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Harry placed his broomstick down as he entered the door. It was early in the morning now, and he knew there was no-one awake yet. Tonks had left him outside the house, she still had an errand to run. He was surprised that they didn't tell him what was going on, they had all been very secretive lately. Maybe Ron and Hermione didn't know either, he would have to ask them. They would probably still be going to grimmauld place soon. But maybe they didn't want to take him there, in case it brought back any bad memories for Harry. Casting these feelings aside, (which was what he had learnt to do over the summer) Harry walked along into the kitchen. He looked towards the clock, it was later than he thought, the sun was beginning to rise, and Molly Weasley was starting her morning. He coughed to attract her attention. Slightly startled, she turned to face him. "Harry dear, you're finally her, we were wondering when you would arrive." She smiled and motioned for him to sit and relax. He contentedly obliged and sat, he thought for a moment. "When did you expect me to arrive Mrs. Weasley?" She laughed at this, before replying. "Harry, call me Molly, and we expected you here a few weeks ago, what took you so long?" "Tonks only came for me last night." "Tonks?" Molly turned pale and looked sick with worry. "Did she say anything? Anything at all?" "No Mrs-I mean- Molly. We hardly spoke. Is something wrong?" Molly let out a sigh of relief. "No Harry dear." She was silent for a moment, before glancing at her watch. "Is that the time? Oh Harry, you must be exhausted. Why don't you go and rest? I'll wake you in a few hours for breakfast." "Okay, see ya in a few." Harry made his way up to Ron's room. Why didn't I tell her? I should have! I knew I should. But why? Tonks was certainly acting odd, but he couldn't tell Mrs Weasley, she looked so worried. He decided not to worry too much. A good sleep would make him forger his troubles, yes, that was definitely a good idea. He had reached the staircase and was walking towards the room. He turned in the opposite direction. He had no idea why. Thoughts of Hermione's letter immediately came into his head. This was wrong, and he knew it. What about Ron? And Ginny. He couldn't do this, but she seemed so alone, so helpless. So like him. He opened a door and walked in.
Thud! Ginny woke up suddenly, as she heard a door slamming. Who could that be? She glanced at her clock, by her bedside (A/N. I know it seems like I have an obsession with the time in this chapter, but I'm trying to get my point across) It was really early. No-one would be up at this time, except her mother perhaps. She turned on her lamp, then quickly switched it off, remembering that Hermione would be asleep. Although, she couldn't hear her snores. That was a rare delight, Ginny was surprised that she ever got to sleep. She reached over to her night gown, and slipped it on. Tiptoeing to her door, she opened it a crack, and peered out. There was definitely someone in the kitchen, she could hear voices. Her mother and someone else. Who was it? Harry- of course! Why didn't she think of that before? He was due to come over a week ago. She had been so worried. Should she go down and speak to him now? No. No they would be talking about more 'top secret' stuff, that she wouldn't be a part in. It had always been this way, everyone ignore silly little pathetic Ginny, who no-one cares about and no- one wants to include her in their plans. But not this year, this year it would be different. She had rushed to be by his side after Sirius' death; no-one knew exactly how much she had done for Harry, except perhaps Harry and herself. Quickly, she crept back inside her room, she didn't want to disturb him right now. She quickly formulated a plan, her mother would talk to him for about thirty minutes, look at the time, tell him to go to bed, then she would stay in the kitchen, beginning her morning chores. Ginny would wait until Harry came up to Ron's room, then she would meet him by the stairs, then they would get their time to talk. She had realized over the summer just how much she cared for him, it wasn't just a little crush anymore, it was love. Now she was ready for a proper relationship with Harry, and it was going to start tonight. With a smile on her face, she waited for the sound, to motion that he was coming upstairs. But there was nothing. For an hour, she sat there waiting, until finally, she decided that he must have gone to bed already. That ruined her plan. Carefully, she crept towards Ron's room. A creak was all that was heard as she walked along past the stairs, and the creaky floorboard. She turned the handle, and walked inside, plucking up all her courage, so that she could have the courage for what she was about to do.
Harry walked out of the bathroom, still confused. He knew it for sure now, he was in love with Hermione. There was no doubt about it, but what should he do? He couldn't dump Ginny, or expect Hermione to feel the same and dump Ron. But it was worth a try- wasn't it? No- don't be ridiculous, get a hold of yourself Harry! His hormones were trying to take over once again, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it to his best mate. He knew just how long Ron had liked Hermione, and wanted this so much. It would brake his heart if he knew how Harry felt. A shadow, coming from Ginny's room slowly crept to Ron's room. It was Hermione- he just knew it. He couldn't let her do this. He remembered how she felt about doing this with Ron, she was miserable. They knew each other best, sometimes he felt he could see inside her soul. How could he have let her carry on like this for so long? Walking inside the room, he knew exactly what to do.
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