Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
A/N: School starts tomorrow. It's very hard for me to get these chapters out during school. I'm always busy doing a million things so this will probably be the last update for a while.
Morning Revelations and Realizations
Sunlight filled the dark bedroom in Harry's flat as Harry yawned. He sat up and grabbed his forehead. For a moment he thought it was his scar acting up but then he seemed to remember drinking some firewhiskey with someone last night...but who? He couldn't remember. Maybe Ron, he thought. Yes, that seemed right. He remembered red hair. It must've been Ron. Harry rubbed his eyes and tried his best to look around his room for where he might have taken off his glasses the night before. He could barely see a thing. He had horrible vision without his glasses. He sighed and tried to feel around the bed trying to feel the nightstand. He reached over to his left and felt something very large and lumpy. He felt the large lumpy thing again and tried his best to depict what it was. It looked like a big red, furry, curvy creature.... It couldn't be...but it had to be...
"Ginny?!" He exclaimed. He heard her groan. He started to shake her and tried his best to wake her up. "Ginny, come on! Wake up!"
"Ugh, what Harry?" Asked Ginny as she turned over to face Harry.
"What the hell are happened last night?! Why are you in my bed?" Questioned Harry frantically. Ginny sat up and rubbed her head.
"Do you have to be so loud this early? I've got a horrible hangover." Harry looked at Ginny in complete and utter shock.
"Ginny, you're naked! Why are you naked and in my bed?" Asked Harry once more as he tried his best to not look at Ginny's naked body and stay as calm as he possibly could.
"What? You've got to be kidding me. There's no way that I'm- -" Ginny looked down and saw her naked chest. "Holy shit!" Shed pulled up Harry's blankets to the top of her neck. "Did we...?"
"I don't know I can't remember much about last night. I remember going to the ball with you and having a firewhiskey or two. And then..." Harry tried his best to remember anything that happened after that. Suddenly it all started to come back to him. He remembered kissing Ginny on his bed. He remembered Ginny pulling off his robes and unzipping her black and pink dress robes. He remembered feeling of her skin on his and the sound of her moans. Ginny eyed Harry wearily.
"We had sex, didn't we?" Harry nodded. Ginny sighed. "Well it's not like we exactly hate each other or anything. It's not that bad."
"Not that bad?" Repeated Harry. "Ginny, if Ron or any of your brothers find out about this I'm dead. I won't have to worry about Death Eaters or Voldemort killing me because they would have already taken care of that!"
"Well none of them are going to find out about this because we're not going to tell anyone. Promise?"
"Promise. I'm going to get dressed."
"That's a good idea." Harry got out of bed and began looking through the pile of clothes on the ground for his boxer shorts. Ginny giggled at Harry's naked body. Harry turned around.
"What's so funny?" He asked cautiously. He hoped that she wasn't laughing about anything they did last night.
"I never realized it before but you have a cute bum." Replied Ginny slyly. "A very cute bum to be exact. One of the best I've seen."
"That's wonderful." Said Harry sarcastically as he turned back around to search for the remainder of his discarded clothing.
"You could be one of those muggle trouser models. You know, those men that hang out in nothing but a pair of loose jeans and boxer shorts in those pictures they hang all over London. Just think of it, Harry Potter: Bum Man Extraordinaire." Said Ginny laughing. Harry turned around and looked at Ginny and couldn't help but laugh.
"Just shut up and put on some clothes already." Said Harry trying his best to carry on and get dressed. Ginny started to get dressed when they heard an all too familiar voice call from the living room.
"Ginny? Harry?" Called Mrs. Weasley. Ginny and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes.
"What the hell is your mum doing here?" Asked Harry in a whisper as he tried to pull up his boxer shorts.
"How am I supposed to know? You have to distract her so I can get into my room and get some clothes on. Please Harry." Pleaded Ginny. Harry sighed.
"I'll do my best. You've got to hurry up though. You know how stubborn your mum can get." Said Harry putting on his dressing gown.
"Thank you so much Harry." Said Ginny quietly as Harry walked out of the room. He saw Mrs. Weasley standing in the living room waiting patiently.
"Oh hello Harry, dear. How are you feeling?" Mrs. Weasley inquired with concern.
"I'm fine." Replied Harry still wondering why Mrs. Weasley was in his flat.
"That's good. Ron told me you left the ball early last night with Ginny. He thought that one of you might have gotten ill. I just wanted to come over and check on you two to make sure that you're both okay. Where's Ginny?" Asked Mrs. Weasley. Harry looked back at the hallway.
"She's still in her room. I'm pretty sure she's up though. I'll make some tea while you wait."
"Oh no that is quite alright dear. I'll just go in there and see her myself. It shouldn't take long." Said Mrs. Weasley starting to walk towards Ginny's bedroom. Harry stepped in front of her.
"You can't go in there."
"Of course I can, I'm her mother. Now if you'll just step aside, Harry..." Harry moved against his own will. He cringed as she was about to walk by his bedroom.
"She's getting changed!" He exclaimed suddenly. Mrs. Weasley turned around and looked at Harry.
"How do you know?" She asked curiously.
"We talked this morning before you came over and she said she was about to get dressed then went into her room." Lied Harry.
"Oh. I'll wait then." Replied Mrs. Weasley as she walked back to the living room. Harry sighed quietly in relief. He looked back at his bedroom door and saw a flash of red hair leave and enter the neighboring room. "Would you like some tea?" Asked Mrs. Weasley heading into the kitchen.
"Oh that's alright, Mrs. Weasley. I'll do it. You sit down." Offered Harry as he headed into the kitchen. He took out the kettle and filled it with water from the sink before putting it on the stove.
"I feel so bad for Hermione. I stopped by to talk to her and Ron said she didn't even want to get out of bed. She's horrible. Ron said that she hasn't eaten anything all day either. She's taking her lose very badly." Harry turned around quickly.
"She lost?"
"Well of course, dear. You didn't know that?"
"No. I must have left before they announced the winner."
"Maybe you and Ginny should go over there and try to talk to her later on today if you two aren't busy." Suggested Mrs. Weasley.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Just then, Ginny came walking out of her bedroom fully clothed.
"Hi Mum. What are you doing here?"
"Oh I just wanted to see how you're doing. Ron said you left the ball early last night with Harry."
"Oh yeah, I, er, had a stomach ache and Harry wanted to make sure I got home alright. Isn't that right Harry?" Asked Ginny as she shot Harry a menacing look.
"Right. I didn't want her to get sick on her way home." Replied Harry as he gave Mrs. Weasley her tea. She smiled.
"That's so nice of you Harry. You know you didn't have to. You could have enjoyed yourself at the ball." Said Mrs. Weasley as she sipped her tea.
"That's okay. It was a little dull anyway." Lied Harry. Normally Harry hated lying, especially to someone as important to him as Mrs. Weasley but he could never tell her the truth. He could never tell her that he and Ginny had gotten pissed and came home so they could have the best sex of his life.
The three of them sat around and chatted as they drank their tea. Mrs. Weasley left short after leaving Ginny and Harry alone. They both sighed the moment Mrs. Weasley apparated out of the flat. "That was close." Said Harry thankfully.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Replied Ginny as she took her and her mother's teacups into the sink.
"For a moment there I thought she was going to go into your room. I had to lie quickly. I was so nervous I thought she saw right through me." Admitted Harry honestly.
"Nah, my mom's not that good at telling if someone is lying. Fred and George used to do it all the time. Dad and Ron are horrible at it though. She can tell when they're lying." Said Ginny as she concentrated on washing the teacups.
"Did your mum tell you about Hermione?" Asked Harry.
"No. What happened?" Questioned Ginny setting the partially washed teacups aside. Harry explained everything Mrs. Weasley told him. Ginny's mouth gaped open.
"No. Draco won? That's insane! Who in their right mind would elect a Death Eater as their Minister?"
"Obviously the majority of England."
"We have to go see her. Do you want to go now?"
"Together? Won't they suspect something happened between us if we keep doing stuff together?" He asked cautiously.
"Harry, we've been doing practically everything together since I moved here. They won't suspect a thing. Don't worry about it. The less you worry about it the less obvious it will become and the longer everyone won't know about it."
"Do you want people to not know about it? Are you ashamed or something?" Inquired Harry. He hadn't thought that maybe she was embarrassed about sleeping with him and didn't want anyone to know. Ginny sighed out of frustration.
"Do we really have to have this conversation right now? I really want to just go over to my brother's home and see Hermione."
"Answer my question." Said Harry sternly. Ginny looked deep into his green emerald eyes.
"When we get back I will. I promise." Harry nodded. It was better than her not answering at all. "Good. Ready to go." Harry nodded once more before they both apparated to Ron and Hermione's house.
The house looked the same as the last time Harry was there only slightly more unkempt. "Hello?" Called Ginny. "Anyone home?"
"Hey." Said Ron sulkily as he emerged from the kitchen with a tray in his hands with food on it.
"Hey. Where's Hermione. Your Mum said that she was depressed and wouldn't get out of bed." Said Harry. Ron sighed.
"Yeah. I've been trying to talk to her all day but she won't listen to me. I didn't think that she would take the loss this hard. She's usually very good at coping with situations. Maybe it's because of the baby and all of the hormones or something. I don't know..."Stated Ron.
"What's with the food?" Asked Harry.
"She didn't eat breakfast and she says she's not hungry but I don't believe her. She's feeding for two. She's got to be starving by now. I made her a sandwich for lunch and I'm hoping she'll eat it and I'll be able to talk to her."
"I'll bring it up to her." Said Ginny taking the tray from her brother. "I'm sure I can get her to talk."
"Okay but don't make her more upset. That won't be fun later on when you two leave." Said Ron as Ginny headed up the stairs. Harry and Ron sat down on the couch.
"Are you okay?" Asked Harry noticing Ron's still depressed attitude.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just feel bad for her, you know? She put her heart and soul into this and she lost. She failed. I don't think Hermione has ever failed at anything in her entire life. I don't know what to tell her. Every time I try to talk to her I always feel like it's not going to make a difference."
"Hermione is a strong person. She'll get through it alright." Harry said reassuringly.
"I hope so. I just hate seeing her so depressed like this." Replied Ron. Harry looked at how depressed his best friend was just because his wife was depressed.
"You really love her, don't you?" Asked Harry.
"Yeah, I do." Said Ron quietly. "I don't know what I would do without her. She's just so...I don't know how to put it...she's amazing."
"I know. Everyone knows how great she is. You're lucky that you have her."
"I just barely got her though. Remember? She was going to go to spend the holidays with Krum seventh year but I talked her out of it."
"I remember that. How did you talk her out of it?"
"I, err, started to snog her." Said Ron as the tips of his ears turned red. Harry grinned.
"That's wonderful. Does it still work if you don't want her to do something?" Asked Harry curiously. Ron nodded.
"Most of the time. Sometimes it takes a little more convincing if you know what I mean."
"Do you still...you know...now that she's pregnant?" Questioned Harry. Ron grinned.
"More than before she got pregnant."
"Really?" Asked Harry in disbelief. Ron nodded.
"I'm telling you, pregnancy is a wonderful thing. Makes women more randy than Seamus Finnigan back in Hogwarts."
"Damn. That's impressive."
"That's only because she's with me you know. She would never do half the things she has done with anyone else. I just seem to have that effect on women." Harry snorted. "Oh shut up. Like you would know. When's the last time you got laid?" Asked Ron. Harry became suddenly very nervous. He tried his best to keep from sweating profusely.
"Er, a while ago. I've been busy with work and the Order and stuff." Lied Harry.
"I don't see why you date more. There are plenty of women out there that would die for you." Commented Ron. Harry searched his mind for a good response.
"Yeah but the question is would I die for them?" Asked Harry seriously. Ron looked somewhat surprised at Harry's response. Just then Ginny came downstairs and looked at the two men.
"Did you talk to her?" Ron asked with concern evident in his voice.
"Yes. She's still upset. She's not as bad as before but I just kept reminding her about the baby and how great it will feel to be a mother and when the war is over and stuff like that. I'm surprise you couldn't come up with that, Ron. And you're supposed to be her husband..."
"Hey, I tried my best! It isn't my fault that women are so bloody complicated!" Exclaimed Ron.
"We are not complicated! We're very simple creatures." Replied Ginny coolly. "Harry, do you think women are complicated?" Harry looked at Ginny then at Ron. He was at a loss for words. One thought kept projecting through his mind: "They're more complicated in bed if anything".
"Harry?"
"Er, well..." Began Harry not really sure of what he was going to say.
"So you agree with Ron?" Asked Ginny.
"Not entirely but..."
"So you agree with Ginny?" Asked Ron disbelievingly. Harry let out a sigh of frustration.
"Why do I always get in the middle of your little rows?" Yelled Harry.
"Can you three try to be a little more quiet?" Asked a soft voice from behind them. Ron, Harry, and Ginny turned around to see Hermione in her dressing gown standing on the stairs. "Hello Harry." She said politely.
"Hi Hermione." Replied Harry. No one in the room was really sure of what to say. Like a true Gryffindor, Ron spoke first.
"Are you feeling better?" Hermione shook her head.
"Not much. I just wanted to see what all of the commotion was about down here and get some more tea."
"I'll go get you some. Stay right there." Ron said as he got up and went into the kitchen. Hermione looked at both of her friends and smiled meekly.
"It was very nice of you two to come over and try to cheer me up. I appreciate it but I think it'd be better if you two left so I can try and get some sleep. I barely slept last night." Said Hermione. Harry and Ginny nodded. Harry walked over and pulled his best friend into a tight embrace.
"Don't worry. It will all be fine sooner or later." Said Harry softly so no one could hear. Hermione smiled once more and kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry turned back to Ginny and the two apparated back to their flat. Ginny turned to Harry with her hands on her hips.
"What was that kiss about?" She inquired forcefully.
"What kiss?" Asked Harry heading to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
"That kiss Hermione gave you on the cheek." Replied Ginny following her roommate into the kitchen.
"That little thing? There's nothing to it. It was just one of those friendly kisses, that's all." Said Harry as he started to eat some saltines. "You aren't jealous of that, are you?"
"I never said I was jealous."
"Well good there's nothing to be jealous of. Hermione is married and I'm not your boyfriend so I don't see why you're getting all worked up over this."
"I'm not getting worked up about anything. I was just simply curious, that's all." Harry knew Ginny too well and could tell when she was lying.
"Bullocks." He said with his mouth full of saltines. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She replied hastily.
"You have to answer my question."
"What question?"
"Are you ashamed of sleeping with me?" Asked Harry. Ginny smiled gently.
"No, of course not. You're lovely and everything but I just don't want people to think that if I room with them they are guaranteed sex or something. You understand, don't you?"
"Yeah, now I do." Harry started to walk to his room to try and get some paperwork for work done before Monday morning. He paused for a second when another questioned popped into his head.
"Was I any good?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face and Ginny grinned. From what he remembered from last night, Ginny thought he was very, very good.
"Yes but don't get cocky on me now just because you can pleasure me in bed." Warned Ginny pointing a finger at him.
"Hmm, cocky. What an interesting choice of words, Ms. Weasley." He said pompously. Ginny threw a nearby object at his head. "Hey, watch it!"
"Oh why don't you just shut up and get back in your room!" Exclaimed Ginny who was blushing slightly. Harry walked back into his room grinning and smiling the entire way. He loved making Ginny nuts even if it did sometimes endanger his body.
A/N: hope you liked this chapter! It's kind of the annoying transition chapter that every writer must write sooner or later. I have no idea when the next chapter is going to be posted but I promise I will get it up eventually. Please read and review! School starts tomorrow for me! Wish me luck!