.:The Morning After:.
The next morning before breakfast, Harry pulled Hermione aside.
"Hermione, I've got to tell you something.."
"I know, Ginny's already told me"
"Ok. Can I ask you a favor?"
"What?"
"Will you, um, not tell Ron. He would go ballistic"
"Ok."
"Ok." they walked into the dining room. Harry sat next to Ginny, who smiles at him. Ginny leans over to Hermione, who just sat down.
"Can you leave us alone for a few?" she whispered.
"Sure" said Hermione, who got up and left. Almost at once, Harry put his hands around her waist, pretending to try to kiss her.
"Harry no, not here."
"A quick one" he pretended to pout.
"Ok." she kissed him quickly. "Happy?"
"Sort of..." Ron and Hermione came in. Harry noted that they both had that spring in their walk that he got after kissing Ginny. Ron sat on Harry's other side, Hermione on Ginny's. Hermione gave Ginny a questioning look, and she nods. They both giggle.
"Good to see everybody happy." said Mrs. Weasly, who just walked in. Harry looked at Ginny with a look that plainly said "Did she see us?" Ginny shook her head and he relaxed.
All through breakfast, Harry and Ginny were kicking eachother under the table. Every four or five times, Ginny would say "Harry!" and kick him.
"You two seem very giddy this morning" said Ron, after the eigth time this happened. Harry's face turned bright red.
"Yeah, I, uh, had a good dream" he said with a nervous smile.
"Mum, when is Dad going to be coming down?" asked Ginny, changing the subject.
"Let him sleep in, the poor dear, out until 3 in the morning at the awards ceremony." The previous night had been the Ministry of Magic awards ceremony, and Mr. Weasly was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class for alerting the community of the return of Voldemort. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Ron, could you get it?" Ron got up and opened the door. Standing there was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Hello everyone!" said Dumbledore as he walked in. Harry gaped at him. It had been almost a month since he last talked to him, when he told Harry of the prophecy. He came to his senses as Dumbledore walked further into the kitchen.
"Thank you, Molly, just tea please." she poured him some as he stood beside Harry's chair. Ginny took him hand, but Dumbledore seemed quite oblivious to it.
"Molly, would you mind if I borrowed Harry for a moment?"
"Of course" he led Harry into the hall.
"Good to see you and Miss Weasly are getting on as well as last night." It took Harry a moment to realize what he had said.
"What? When did you..."
"Last night after the ceremony, I thought it was only 9:00, I was checking in, but it seemed my watch died."
Harry gave him a nervous look.
"I really didn't mean, um, I mean, uhh..."
"It's quite alright Harry." he winked and Harry smiled.
"But I am here on more pressing matters. Last night at the ceremony, the Minister called me to the stage and gave me this." He handed Harry am important-looking piece of parchment.
This certefies that
SIRIUS BLACK
Is a free man
and the Ministry also awards him the
Order of Merlin
First Class
For alerting the public
Of the Return of
The Dark Lord
Harry looked at Dumbledore. He felt his eyes welling up with tears, but pushed them back.
"S-Sirius would've l-liked that" he said.
"Yes, he would. You're his only immediate family that is on our side, so I thought it would be best to give it to you." he looked at Harry with sad eyes. "And here is your booklist." he handed it to him, and Harry saw it, not taking in one word.
"Thank you, Dumbledore." Dumbledore went into the kitchen and told the others goodbye. Trying to get the memory out of his head, he walked in and once again sat down next to Ginny. She was holding a paper.
"Harry, I've been made pre...what's wrong?" he handed her the parchment and Ron and Hermione read it over her shoulder. Hermione put her hand over her mouth and Ron looked at him with the same sad eyes as Dumbledore. Hermione went over and hugged him, where she began to cry. Ron's jaw twiched, but he said nothing.
"Good lord, Arthur said..." Mrs. Weasly looked at Harry, with the saddest look that he had only seen once before, when she was trying to kill a boggart at Grimmuald place. Hermione let go of him. Suddenly, he wished only he and Ginny were in the room, so that he could kiss her as he did last night, the kind of kiss that took all your troubles away.
"W-we need to g-go get your books. Everyone tell me when you're ready." Mrs. Weasly took a last look at him and went upstairs, probably for a private cry. Harry was looking at Ginny with a look of longing, which Hermione saw.
"Ron, we should get upstairs to look at our lists."
"Why can't we look at them here?"
"Ron." he followed her up the stairs, but stopped.
"You coming, mate?"
"In a minute." they went up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.
"Harry..." she started to cry.
"Shh..." he wiped a tear from her cheek, then kissed her on the lips. A strange energy shot through him, and all thoughts of Sirius, Grimmauld Place and Voldemort dissolved. All that mattered was that he was here with Ginny. Soon it seemed that not only were their lips kissing, but so were their souls. They kept it up for what could have been a minute or eternity. In fact, they would've kept kissing if it handn't have been for a sigh from the stairs. Hermione was there, smiling with a dreamy look on her face.
"I'm sorry, you were just so..."
"Hermione" they both said, which only made them blush deeper.
"I came down to tell you two to get ready to go into town. I thought you would have been done. But you were just so..."
"Hermione, that gives you no reason to watch us!" Ginny said, her ears getting red.
"I know!"
"Hermione, it's like kissing and quidditch. I love both, but one is a spectator sport, the other isn't!" but he could'nt help but smile. It spread to Ginny, who took his hand out of impulse.
"That is so sweet!"
"Hermione!" Ron came down and Ginny pulled her hand from Harry's.
"Mum said get ready. Why were you two down so long?"
"Looking for... my broomstick servicing kit." Harry said.
"Get ready, we're going by floo powder." They nodded as Mrs. Weasly came down the steps.
"Arthur is sleeping in." they walked into the den and each took a pinch of powder from the pot next to the fireplace. They went one-by-one, saying "Diagon Alley!" before stepping into the emerald flames, until only Harry and Ginny were left. They both threw their handfulls in, took the other's hand and said "Diagon Alley!" and stepped through, the world becoming a spinning mass of fireplaces.
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A/N: How did you like it? It took me forever to write this because I kept falling asleep (for some odd reason, I only write at night) You know what to do.
The next morning before breakfast, Harry pulled Hermione aside.
"Hermione, I've got to tell you something.."
"I know, Ginny's already told me"
"Ok. Can I ask you a favor?"
"What?"
"Will you, um, not tell Ron. He would go ballistic"
"Ok."
"Ok." they walked into the dining room. Harry sat next to Ginny, who smiles at him. Ginny leans over to Hermione, who just sat down.
"Can you leave us alone for a few?" she whispered.
"Sure" said Hermione, who got up and left. Almost at once, Harry put his hands around her waist, pretending to try to kiss her.
"Harry no, not here."
"A quick one" he pretended to pout.
"Ok." she kissed him quickly. "Happy?"
"Sort of..." Ron and Hermione came in. Harry noted that they both had that spring in their walk that he got after kissing Ginny. Ron sat on Harry's other side, Hermione on Ginny's. Hermione gave Ginny a questioning look, and she nods. They both giggle.
"Good to see everybody happy." said Mrs. Weasly, who just walked in. Harry looked at Ginny with a look that plainly said "Did she see us?" Ginny shook her head and he relaxed.
All through breakfast, Harry and Ginny were kicking eachother under the table. Every four or five times, Ginny would say "Harry!" and kick him.
"You two seem very giddy this morning" said Ron, after the eigth time this happened. Harry's face turned bright red.
"Yeah, I, uh, had a good dream" he said with a nervous smile.
"Mum, when is Dad going to be coming down?" asked Ginny, changing the subject.
"Let him sleep in, the poor dear, out until 3 in the morning at the awards ceremony." The previous night had been the Ministry of Magic awards ceremony, and Mr. Weasly was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class for alerting the community of the return of Voldemort. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Ron, could you get it?" Ron got up and opened the door. Standing there was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Hello everyone!" said Dumbledore as he walked in. Harry gaped at him. It had been almost a month since he last talked to him, when he told Harry of the prophecy. He came to his senses as Dumbledore walked further into the kitchen.
"Thank you, Molly, just tea please." she poured him some as he stood beside Harry's chair. Ginny took him hand, but Dumbledore seemed quite oblivious to it.
"Molly, would you mind if I borrowed Harry for a moment?"
"Of course" he led Harry into the hall.
"Good to see you and Miss Weasly are getting on as well as last night." It took Harry a moment to realize what he had said.
"What? When did you..."
"Last night after the ceremony, I thought it was only 9:00, I was checking in, but it seemed my watch died."
Harry gave him a nervous look.
"I really didn't mean, um, I mean, uhh..."
"It's quite alright Harry." he winked and Harry smiled.
"But I am here on more pressing matters. Last night at the ceremony, the Minister called me to the stage and gave me this." He handed Harry am important-looking piece of parchment.
SIRIUS BLACK
Is a free man
and the Ministry also awards him the
Order of Merlin
First Class
For alerting the public
Of the Return of
The Dark Lord
Harry looked at Dumbledore. He felt his eyes welling up with tears, but pushed them back.
"S-Sirius would've l-liked that" he said.
"Yes, he would. You're his only immediate family that is on our side, so I thought it would be best to give it to you." he looked at Harry with sad eyes. "And here is your booklist." he handed it to him, and Harry saw it, not taking in one word.
"Thank you, Dumbledore." Dumbledore went into the kitchen and told the others goodbye. Trying to get the memory out of his head, he walked in and once again sat down next to Ginny. She was holding a paper.
"Harry, I've been made pre...what's wrong?" he handed her the parchment and Ron and Hermione read it over her shoulder. Hermione put her hand over her mouth and Ron looked at him with the same sad eyes as Dumbledore. Hermione went over and hugged him, where she began to cry. Ron's jaw twiched, but he said nothing.
"Good lord, Arthur said..." Mrs. Weasly looked at Harry, with the saddest look that he had only seen once before, when she was trying to kill a boggart at Grimmuald place. Hermione let go of him. Suddenly, he wished only he and Ginny were in the room, so that he could kiss her as he did last night, the kind of kiss that took all your troubles away.
"W-we need to g-go get your books. Everyone tell me when you're ready." Mrs. Weasly took a last look at him and went upstairs, probably for a private cry. Harry was looking at Ginny with a look of longing, which Hermione saw.
"Ron, we should get upstairs to look at our lists."
"Why can't we look at them here?"
"Ron." he followed her up the stairs, but stopped.
"You coming, mate?"
"In a minute." they went up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.
"Harry..." she started to cry.
"Shh..." he wiped a tear from her cheek, then kissed her on the lips. A strange energy shot through him, and all thoughts of Sirius, Grimmauld Place and Voldemort dissolved. All that mattered was that he was here with Ginny. Soon it seemed that not only were their lips kissing, but so were their souls. They kept it up for what could have been a minute or eternity. In fact, they would've kept kissing if it handn't have been for a sigh from the stairs. Hermione was there, smiling with a dreamy look on her face.
"I'm sorry, you were just so..."
"Hermione" they both said, which only made them blush deeper.
"I came down to tell you two to get ready to go into town. I thought you would have been done. But you were just so..."
"Hermione, that gives you no reason to watch us!" Ginny said, her ears getting red.
"I know!"
"Hermione, it's like kissing and quidditch. I love both, but one is a spectator sport, the other isn't!" but he could'nt help but smile. It spread to Ginny, who took his hand out of impulse.
"That is so sweet!"
"Hermione!" Ron came down and Ginny pulled her hand from Harry's.
"Mum said get ready. Why were you two down so long?"
"Looking for... my broomstick servicing kit." Harry said.
"Get ready, we're going by floo powder." They nodded as Mrs. Weasly came down the steps.
"Arthur is sleeping in." they walked into the den and each took a pinch of powder from the pot next to the fireplace. They went one-by-one, saying "Diagon Alley!" before stepping into the emerald flames, until only Harry and Ginny were left. They both threw their handfulls in, took the other's hand and said "Diagon Alley!" and stepped through, the world becoming a spinning mass of fireplaces.
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A/N: How did you like it? It took me forever to write this because I kept falling asleep (for some odd reason, I only write at night) You know what to do.