Harry Potter and Wormtail's Revenge

by Lily Rose Potter

Ginny has an unknown enemy who wants to kill her, but the problem is her family can be used against her. So she turns to Harry, but he has his own problems. Being the Boy Who Lived is easy compared to falling for Ginny. Sequel to Year of Truth.

16. Ron's Denial

Chapter 16

Ron's Denial

            Harry and Ginny were doing dishes in Parenting class.  It was actually pretty amusing, having a whole class completely devoted to dish washing.  It also felt pleasantly domestic.  He was washing and she was drying, while Sally turned the water on and off for them.

            Samantha and Marine were once again right beside them, and Harry wasn't sure if he could take much more of Samantha's "accidental" bumps against him.  He said as much to Ginny, using Parseltongue so that nobody would understand.

            Ginny shrugged.  "What you did that first day seemed to work for a while, but we have to be careful because of Ron."

            "Maybe I should stay with you one night and just let them find us, hmm?" he hissed into her ear.

            She giggled, both at what he said and because it had tickled.

            "Every time you guyss do that she getss jealouss."

            Harry had a sudden idea.  "Hey Sal, watch her and tell me when she's looking."

            Sally agreed and Harry and Ginny went on washing dish after dish.  Harry plopped a particularly large pot in and it splashed, covering Ginny in spray. 

"Harry!" she shouted, and flicked her towel at him. 

He stuck his hand in the water and flicked the excess at her.  She tried to turn away but it caught her on the back of neck.  Without facing him she tried to hit him with her wet towel.

"She'ss watching," Sally said, amused with their flirting.

Harry reached out and grabbed Ginny's towel away from her.  Before she could protest, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.  He placed a kiss on her cheek and put the towel back in her hand before letting her go and going back to the pot.

Ginny was too shocked to move at first.  Harry had just kissed her.  She recovered after a moment, when Harry handed her the pot, now clean.  Her face broke in to a delighted smile and Sally laughed.

"I'm not so sure it worked," Harry said, again in Parseltongue, as Samantha bumped against him.

"You could try it again," Ginny said, rouge staining her cheeks.

Harry turned to look at her, surprised.  Ginny wouldn't quite meet his eyes, staring at the dish she was now drying.

            Checking to make sure nobody was watching, Harry leaned over and kissed Ginny's cheek again, before moving his mouth to her ear.  "If you ever want another," he whispered in Parseltongue, "all you have to do is ask."

            "Harry," came a voice.  He pulled away from Ginny to see Samantha.  He was struck again by how pretty she was.  Not in the naturally beautiful way that Ginny was, but in the carefully constructed hair, meticulously applied makeup, model kind of way. 

            "Yes?" he asked.  For all that she talked around him and touched him, she'd never really addressed him directly before.  Marine was standing right behind Samantha, trying to look like she was working but obviously listening.

            "Are you doing anything this weekend?"

            Harry was taken aback.  "It's a Catapults weekend, why?"  He noticed that Samantha very carefully did not look at Ginny.

            "Would you like to go out with me on Friday night?"

            Harry was floored.  She'd never been this direct before.  He was stumped for a moment, not sure how he was supposed to respond.  Sally cleared her throat significantly and his brain snapped back into action.  "Samantha, I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I can't."

            "Perhaps the next weekend then?" she asked, stepping closer.

            He took a step back.  "No, I mean, I can't because I have a girlfriend."

            Ginny dropped the dish she was drying back into the water where it landed with a particularly loud clang.  Samantha still didn't look at her.  "Oh," she said, surprised.  "Well then, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

            She turned on her heal and stomped to the other side of the room to collect another pile of dirty dishes, though she and Marine still had a fairly large pile by their sink.

            Shaking his head, Harry turned back to his sink only to find Ginny staring at him.  "What?" he asked.  "Did I do it wrong?"  He'd never turned down a direct offer before.  Maybe he hadn't been gentle enough.

            "Girlfriend?" she asked.

            Harry realized then what he'd said.  He and Ginny were dating, yes, but there was never any official title to go with it.  "Is that okay?" he asked, nervous.

            Ginny smiled slyly.  "As long as she's not prettier then me."

            Harry laughed, giving her a one armed hug and kissing her cheek again before returning to his soapy water.  Ginny reflected that this was the most fun she had ever had doing dishes in her life.

            "She's going to spread that all around school, Harry," Ginny said in an undertone.

            Harry grimaced.  "I better tell Ron then."

            "It would be best if you did."

            "Make sure Hermione iss there," Sally advised.  "If he goess crazy ssomebody with ssensse hass to be ready to give him ssome."

            His mood thoroughly spoiled, Harry plunged another dirty plate into the water.

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            Ginny had decided to go change before they went to lunch.  She was decidedly wet from doing dishes.

            The moment she entered her dorm she regretted it.  Samantha was ranting explosively on her and Marine's side of the room.  Ginny tried to sneak by but Samantha turned to face her the moment she walked in.

            "Did you know he had a girlfriend?"

            "No," Ginny replied truthfully.  Samantha was really blind to what she didn't want to see.  She tried to grab a change of robes before she could be questioned further.

            "Do you know who it is?"

            Ginny paused, turning to look at Samantha.  "Me."

            Samantha's mouth dropped open, while Marine just covered her face with both hands.  "You?"

            Ginny turned back around.  "Yes, me.  I'm sorry."

            "But, why you?"

            Frustrated and insulted, Ginny threw the robe in her hands down and stomped her foot.  Just as she turned back around there was a knock on the door.  Her necklace grew warm and she knew who it was.  She wasn't sure if she was annoyed or relieved.

            Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself, she walked across the room to answer it.  She didn't say anything to Harry, he looked at her, concerned.  He could tell something was wrong in the way she stood, as if she was just barely holding in either screams or sobs.

            "Sal said something was up and that I better go check it out," he said, using Parseltongue because he was keenly aware of two other girls staring at them.

            Ginny took two very deep breaths, squeezing her eyes shut against approaching tears.  "I'd like another, now."

            Concerned, Harry pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.  "Come on," he hissed quietly.  "You're sexier wet anyway."

            She let out a half laugh in spite of herself, allowing Harry to lead her from the room.  He shut the door behind her and led her down the stairs where Sally, Hermione, and Ron were waiting for them.

            Hermione had a particularly stressed look on her face, and she tried to communicate with Harry by her eyes but he didn't understand.

            "Hey Harry, a bunch of girls just walked passed talking about how you had a girlfriend.  What's up with that?"

            Dean and Seamus, who had been just about to exit the portrait hole, turned on their heels to walk back over.

            Harry let Ginny go and came to stand in front of Ron.  "That girl in Ginny's year Samantha asked me out during Parenting class.  I told her that I already had a girlfriend."

            "Oh," Ron said, "so it was just an excuse to get out of a date?"

            "No Ron," Harry said, looking up.  "I'm dating Ginny."  His eyes pleaded with Ron to understand.

            Ron stared at him for a minute, then burst out laughing.  "Harry!  Oh, man, that was good.  You really had me for a minute there."

            "No, Ron, I'm serious."

            "Oh, right, Harry.  You're dating Ginny.  Sure, I believe you.  You'll be walking around holding hands."  He continued to chuckle.  "That's a really good one Harry.  Come on let's get to lunch."  He walked away from them, leading the way to the portrait hole.

            Harry turned, staring, shocked at Hermione and Ginny.  They were both in the same state, before Ginny shrugged.  "You tried."

            "Man, that wasn't even worth the money I put on it," Seamus said, grabbing Dean's arm and following Ron out.

            Harry had to laugh, half from the ridiculousness of it, half from relief.  "We better go before he wonders where we are."  He gave Ginny a happy smile.  There was no need to hide now.  Following Ron's sarcastic advice, he took her hand and they followed Hermione out of the common.  Sally grabbed a ride on Harry's ankle, still laughing at Ron's reaction. 

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            Fred and George caught the Dream Team while they were still sitting by the fire.  "Percy made it official, finally." Fred said, falling down into the couch.

            "It appears it's in the air," George observed, giving Harry a significant look.

            "Don't be daft, George," Ron said.  "That's all a big joke."

            Fred snorted at his brother.  "Of course it is Ronniekins.  And we're just playing along."

            "Touch my sister and you won't be sitting on a broomstick for weeks," George said, giving Harry a friendly pat on the shoulder before starting for the boy's staircase.

            "Oy, George, wait for me," Fred called, jumping up.

            Harry turned to look at Ginny.  "You couldn't have had six older sisters instead?"

            She giggled at him and snuggled against his arm.

            "Ginny, come on, you're just encouraging everybody," Ron said, missing Hermione's eye roll.

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            They all sat at breakfast, waiting for Ginny's daily nod once the mail was received.  Once they were assured of the Weasley's safety, they returned to their meals, but Ginny continued to read. 

            "Oh no, Sandy wants us to come home for Easter to meet Alyson."

            Harry looked up.  "We can't," he said immediately.

            Ginny sat the letter down with a pained expression.  "I know," she said.  "I want to see her too, but we can't leave.  I know that.  But what am I going to tell her?"

            Harry looked thoughtful.  "Assuming you don't want to lie, I've got an idea."  He switched to Parseltongue.  "Tell them that Sirius and Heather just got a step closer to Peter and we're afraid to leave right now because there could be news from him any day."

            "Great!" Ginny said.

            Harry looked at Ron and Hermione.  "Blaming it on Sparky," he said, using their code name for Sirius.  It wasn't that he didn't want Ron and Hermione to know, it was just easier to tell Ginny in Parseltongue since nobody else could understand.

            Ginny had already started to scribble a carefully worded letter back to her family with their excuse for declining the invitation.

            "Should we be nervous," Ron asked suddenly.  "About Easter I mean.  Should we be doing something to prepare for it?"

            Harry shook his head.  "This is Hogwarts, Ron.  There's nothing to be worried about.  Worry about your O.W.L.s right now."

            "Are you sure Harry?" Hermione asked.

            "Trust me," Harry said.  "This is Hogwarts."

             Ginny handed her letter to the same owl that had delivered the first one.

            "Do you think that when summer starts I could come home with you guys?" Harry asked.  "Just at first, I mean, the Catapults are going to have me most of this summer, but I'd like to meet Alyson too."

            "I'm sure you can, Harry.  We practically adopted you anyway."

            "Even if you don't you'll still see us.  We'll be at all of your games."

            Harry grinned.  He would actually be playing professional Quidditch this summer.

            "Yeah, and when is your first game?" Hermione asked.

            "Three days into the summer," Harry answered. 

            "Man, no wonder they make you go practice every weekend," Ron said chewing on the end of his fork.

            "Yeah, and it's only because I have two other teams to practice with here that they don't take me every weekend.  They're so confident we're gonna win this year."

            "You will," Ginny said with confidence that matched Tony's.

            "I hope so," Harry said with a smile.

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            They walked into the official team locker room with slow steps.  It hadn't been a good practice.  It was hard to say what exactly made it bad, but it was a shared feeling among the Catapults.

            Harry took a quick shower to rinse off the pound of sweat and dirt he felt like he was wearing, though it was hard to get dirty when you were up in the air.  He folded his team robes neatly.  He never left them here because he liked to have them at school if he needed them for some reason.  He was quiet about changing though, instead of the normal happy chatter that usually occupied the locker room.

Harry had learned each of the team member's reactions to a bad practice, which he assumed would be about the same to a lost game.  Each had their own way of dealing with it.

            Chuck always dug into his locker and took a swing from a brown unlabeled bottle inside.  Harry wasn't exactly sure what it was but it oozed the smell of alcohol.  Then he'd sit down on the bench and stare at the picture of his daughters that was pasted to the inside of his locker.

            Tony would drown himself in the shower, throw on clothes, spike his hair, and leave.  He never told them where he went, but by the next time they saw him there was always a new girl.

            Tiffany was dangerous when she was frustrated.  She had a punching bag at the end of the locker room that she would beat until one of the triplets convinced her to go home.  She kinda scared Harry sometimes.  He knew she was stronger then him, she was a beater, but her hot temper on top of it made her dangerous.

            Brad's therapy consisted of very loud music and going home to Abby as soon as possible.  She had the ability to cheer him up no matter how bad the day had gone. 

            Chad had two routines, Harry noticed.  If Liam was home, he just showered in the locker room, and went home as soon as possible, usually even before Brad.  He and Liam would sit on one of the couches until long past everybody else had gone to bed.  If Liam wasn't home, Chad never even bothered with the shower.  He just went home and straight to his room, and locked the door.  Natalie would then knock until he answered and accepted the coffee she brought for him.

Lad's routine used to be to shower, go home and read in his chair until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.  But recently he went out every night to meet his new girlfriend, bad practice or not.  He had yet to bring her back to the house, despite the encouragement of his brothers.  In fact it may have been because of the encouragement of his brothers.

            Harry's routine changed depending on what he had to do.  If he had to go back to school, Lad usually took him.  If he didn't have to go back, he would go back with the triplets and crash on his usual couch.  He would sit in the room with Chad and Liam if they were there, Brad and Abby if she had managed to cheer him up enough to put away the music, and Lad once he got back from his date. 

            Today was hardly different.  Tony was still in the showers, and probably still would be long after they left.  Tiffany was already beating her bag, while Chuck tried to persuade her to give it up, take a shower and go home.

            Chad was just coming out of the shower, which Harry surmised meant Liam was home.  Brad was blaring the music into his ears.  It was a nifty spell Harry wished he knew.  It played the music almost like Muggle headphones, though nothing actually went over your ears.  Brad could hear it but none of them could, though Brad couldn't hear anything else.

            "Are you coming with us?" Lad asked.

            Harry did a quick assessment.  Tomorrow was Sunday, he didn't have class.  The only person that was going to miss him would be Ginny, but he didn't particularly feel like spreading his bad mood to her anyway.

            "Do you mind?"

            "We love having you there, Harry," Chad said, smiling despite the depression that hung over the room like a thick cloud.  "I'll take you.  Lad's in a hurry."

            Lad smiled.  "I'll be back later tonight."

            "Have fun," Harry said quickly as Lad disappeared.

            "Is the squirt coming?" Brad said, his music spell momentarily turned either down or off. 

            "Don't call me that," Harry protested, as Brad picked him up.  "You just practiced for hours.  How can you pick me up after that?"

"You're lighter then the quaffle," Brad answered.  Harry gave a defeated sigh as he was carried over to where Tiffany was still releasing her frustration.

            "Get her to stop so we can leave."

            "You guys can go, I'll be fine," Tiffany said breathlessly.

            "You'll be fine right until the bag explodes or you keel over, whichever comes first," Harry said from atop Brad's shoulder.

            She stopped and breathed deeply a moment before chuckling at him.  "Okay, I quit."  She started to head for the shower, screaming at Tony to get out of it so she could be alone.

            "You know, it makes me nervous when I know a girl could beat me to a bloody pulp if she should chose."

            Brad sat Harry down.  "Just be glad you aren't on her shit list like Tony."

            "Ready?" Chad asked, and Harry nodded.  They'd done this so many times now he was used to it.  He was anxious for when he knew how to apparate correctly so he wasn't such a nuisance.

            Brad followed right behind Chad and Harry.  Spring had finally gotten a start and the wind wasn't too cold as they walked into the house. 

            Abby and Natalie met them at the door.  Natalie had coffee for them, and even hot chocolate for Harry, as if she had been expecting him and somehow had picked up that he didn't like coffee.  Abby had a kiss for Brad, or rather several kisses for Brad, as if she already knew that they hadn't had a good day.

            Harry made a beeline for the couch he usually slept on.  There were two couches and three chairs in the Bowl family room.  They all faced the television Abby and Liam had set up, though the day they watched movies was the only time Harry had ever seen it used.

            Chad sat down in Lad's usual chair, watching the clock.  Liam obviously wasn't here, which went against what Harry had thought he knew about their routines.

            Brad had sat down in his chair, Abby in his lap.  He was already smiling and seeing him cheered up made Harry's spirits lift too. 

            "What time is he due back?" Brad asked as Chad was still watching the clock.

            Harry was silently congratulated himself.  He wasn't wrong, Liam was on his way back.

            "His train should have arrived an hour ago."  Something about his tone said that was all that was to be said on the subject, so Brad turned his attention to Harry.

            "So how are you and Rose doing?"  They'd heard so much about Ginny that even they'd come to adapt her nickname as Harry called her nothing else.

            That was a subject that cheered Harry considerably.  "Great.  We've both got a lot going on right now, but when we do get some time together everything is perfect."

            Brad chuckled at his enthusiasm.  "And her brother?"

            "Still blissfully oblivious."

            Abby laughed.  "He really can't be that dense, can he?"

            "We're not really sure anymore," Harry admitted.  "He either really believes it's all a joke, or he's in denial, or now he's just pretending to think it's a joke.  I don't really care which it is, all of them are better then how he would react otherwise."

            Natalie came in and pushed a cup of coffee into Chad's hand, despite his attempt to refuse it.  She checked Harry's cup and pleased that it was still full enough, sat down in her chair.  Harry had never seen anybody besides Natalie in that chair, so in his mind it was labeled solely hers.

            The door in the kitchen opened and Chad looked up, but it was Lad that walked into the room.  Chad made to get out of his chair but Lad motioned for him to be still.

            "That was quick," Brad observed.

            "I'm beat," Lad said.  "Just wanted to say goodnight.  I'm heading off to bed.  I call taking Harry home tomorrow."  He looked up at the clock.  "Still not here?" he asked Chad.

            "No," Chad said, once again in that tone that left no room for further comment. Lad bid them goodnight and headed for his room.

            "I got a job offer today," Abby spoke up, as if to change the topic. 

            "What kind?" Brad asked.

            "Almost exactly what I used to do, except on a much smaller scale and with a lot less variety of critters.  I'm pretty sure I'd be stationed in this small little building not far from here.  I'm going to look into it tomorrow.  If it's close enough I'm gonna take it.  I'm starting to get on Nat's nerves."

            Natalie chuckled, sipping at her coffee, but didn't dispute the statement.  Chad remained silent, though something about his silence was decidedly loud and grew louder with every passing moment.  Harry realized with a start that Chad was angry.  He'd never seen any of the triplets angry before.

            After another hour or so of friendly conversation Brad's eyes started to fall shut.  Abby climbed off of him and convinced him to go to bed.  A few minutes after that Natalie followed, leaving Harry alone with Chad. 

            There was a blanket draped across the back of the couch specifically for Harry's visits.  He laid down and covered with it.  Chad still sat watching the clock.  Harry wanted to say something to cheer him up, but couldn't think of anything appropriate.

            He wasn't sure when he drifted to sleep, but he was awakened by voices in the kitchen.  He knew it wasn't morning yet, and soon identified the voices as Chad and Liam.

            "I can't control the trains, Chad."

            "No," came Chad's voice, more serious then Harry was used to hearing it.  "But you can control how often you get on one."

            "Dancing is my life, Chad.  Just like Quidditch is yours."

            "But if you asked me to quit Quidditch for you I would!"

            "That's the difference Chad.  I'd never ask you to."  Harry heard the kitchen door slam and then everything was silent for a minute.  He sunk into the couch, keeping his eyes closed.  He felt like he'd heard something he wasn't supposed to.

            Another minute later Chad walked through the family room in the direction of his bedroom.  The next thing Harry knew it was morning.

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            Lad always walked Harry up to the school, even though Harry could have done it himself and it only meant Lad would have to walk back down.

            "So what's she like?" Harry asked.

            Lad knew immediately who Harry was talking about.  "Did one of them set you up to dig for info?"

            "Nope.  This is purely my own curiosity."

            "Her name's Maria.  She's very nice, and I like her a lot."

            Harry grinned.  In Lad's world, that was a perfectly good description.  Three facts.  "Good.  I'm glad."

            "So did Liam eventually get home last night?  I assumed he had since Chad wasn't asleep in the chair."

            "Well," Harry said, wondering if he should tell Lad what he'd heard.  "I know he came back, but then he left again."

            "Really?  Why?"

            "He and Chad were fighting."

            "Oh," Lad said with a nod.  "About Liam traveling?"

            "Why is Chad so upset about it?"

            Lad sighed.  "It's complicated.  Liam loves his job but it doesn't make a whole lot of money.  So the way Chad sees it, if one of them has to support both, it should be him.  The way Liam sees it, they should both do what they love.  But Chad wants what Brad has."

            "The fact that Abby lives there or the fact that they're engaged?" Harry asked, slowing down as they were approaching the school.

            "Both probably.  See, animals were Abby's life too.  But she gave it up the moment Brad asked her too and moved in.  Chad didn't come out of his room for a week.  He's jealous.  He thinks that because Liam won't do that for him that Liam loves him less then Abby loves Brad."

            "They'll work it out though, right?"

            "Hopefully."

            They reached the front doors, and Ginny was already standing outside them.  Lad grinned.  "Guess I'll leave you here.  See you in two weeks Harry."

            "Bye Lad!"

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            There was a knock at the fifth year boy's dorm.  Harry knew it wasn't Ginny because Sally always warned him if it was.  Seamus flew off of his bed and hit the floor with a thud.  He was halfway underneath of Dean's bed before Neville opened the door.

            "Is Seamus here?" came Samantha's voice.

            "NO!" Seamus shouted, then after a moment, "damn it!" when he realized he'd given himself away.

            "Seamus?  What are you doing?"

            "Dean lost a sock," came Seamus' muffled reply.

            "Are you busy on Tuesday?"

            "Yes!"

            "Wednesday then?"

            "Yes.  All week.  I'm busy all week!"

            Samantha looked at Dean.  "We've got O.W.L.s coming up," Dean said with a smile.

            "Oh, alright then.  I'll just catch you in between classes."  She bent down and gave Seamus a pat on the leg.  Dean smiled at her again and shut the door behind her as she left.  Seamus came out from under the bed. 

            "Oh, she touched me.  Oh, Dean, she touched me."  Seamus fell into Dean's bed, fidgeting.  Unable to help himself, Harry started laughing.  Seamus looked up and glared.  "This is all your fault Potter.  She wanted you first."

            "Somehow, Seamus, I don't feel sorry for you."

            A pillow smacked Harry in the face.

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            Harry had forgotten his potion's book, which had sent him all the way back to the Gryffindor tower.  He wasn't afraid of being late, but he was annoyed that he'd had to do all that extra walking.  Ron and Hermione had gone ahead to save seats.

            He saw Ginny coming down the hall her head buried in her bag.  He reached out and caught her around the waist, swinging her against the wall.  She was surprised at first, but then looked up at him and smiled.  "Hey Harry."

            "What are you looking so hard for?"

            "I can't seem to find my Charms book."

            "It's been going around," Harry said, holding up his Potions book.

            She smiled at him, leaning against the wall.  "Don't be late for Snape's class.  I won't be there to protect you."

            "I won't be," Harry said.  "If I leave now."

            He wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it.  He didn't even really give the action conscious thought.  He just bent down and kissed her.

            He pulled away a moment later.  She stared at him, surprised.  He grinned despite his own surprise.  "See you after class," he said, before turning and running towards the dungeons.

            Ginny stood against the wall for a moment more, her missing Charms book completely forgotten, staring at his retreating back.  Harry had just kissed her.  Not on the cheek, not on her forehead, but on the lips.  Her first real kiss.  And Harry had given it to her.

            Harry fell into his seat to the left of Ron just as the bell rang, grinning like a lunatic.

            "What's up with you?" Ron asked.

            Harry decided that "I just kissed your sister" would not be an appropriate response, so he made none.

(A/N: Me: Fooled you didn't we?  Now did you really think we'd go with the Ron-gets-mad-doesn't-speak-to-them-for-weeks-then-realizes-he's-an-ass-and-apologies approach?  EVERYBODY does that.  Draco and I like to be different.

Draco: I love how I do nothing but sit here and yet I still get blamed for this story.

Me: Shush you.  Get back in your drawer or sit there and be quiet and cute.

Draco: I refuse to accept that word in reference to myself.

Me: but you're so, well, CUTE!

Draco: gets back in drawer)