Chapter Two
Conversations
"I have a confession." Hermione said, sitting down on the chintz window seat. The dinner was over and Hermione, Ginny, and her family had returned home.
Ginny joined her friend on the window seat and looked at her. "What is it?"
Hermione looked rather embarrassed. "Well, even though the conversation with Mr. Clees was very nice, I- I think I have feelings for your brother." Hermione blushed further as Ginny squealed.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
"And your brother also asked if her could take me out to dinner." Hermione looked quite pleased with herself yet embarrassed at the thought of it.
"Where are you going to go?" she asked.
"He hasn't decided yet. Ron just told me to be here at seven and he would take care of the rest." Hermione fiddled with the latch on the window. She looked at Ginny, about to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"Mr. Potter couldn't seem to take his eyes off you." Hermione said. Ginny's cheeks flushed. The thoughts seemed to be turning over in her head.
"I noticed." Ginny said. "Aren't his eyes beautiful though?"
Over the winter months, more young aurors did come and some of the old ones that had already been accepted attended the feasts as well. Hermione came many times, but not every time.
"Ron asked me to dinner again," Hermione whispered one evening to Ginny as they left the table and headed up the stairs to her room.
"Are you two getting serious?" Ginny asked. She had to extract all the information she could about the two of them from Hermione because Ron refused to say a word to her about it.
Her parents had taken her brothers to a quidditch game somewhere outside of London. Ginny wanted to go but thought it was too cold to go out. So Ginny was home alone when the doorbell rang.
She sat down the muggle novel she was reading and got up to answer the door. She was very surprised to see Mr. Potter standing outside the door. He was dressed in a heavy coat and seemed to be shivering. Ginny stood for a second, looking at him then came back to her senses.
"Mr. Potter! Please come in!" she said, closing the door on the cold wind as he stepped into the house.
"Is your father here Miss Weasley?" he asked as she took his coat.
"No, my parents took my brothers to a quidditch game." She said, leading him into the living room to sit in front of the fire.
"Do you not like quidditch?" he asked, seating himself beside her on the plump couch.
"Oh yes, I love quidditch, I just thought it was to cold to go outside today so I decided to retreat to the fire and read a good book." She smiled at him. "Do you like quidditch?" she inquired.
"Oh yes, I love it. I've just been so busy with auror training that I haven't had the time. But I would rather be playing than sitting in the stands. I would also rather prefer the seeker position."
Ginny looked him over. He likely would enjoy the sport. He seemed to be built for the seeker position.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I? I just needed to speak to your father about- umm… something rather important."
"Not at all. As I said before, I was just relaxing in front of the fire, reading my book." She said.
"What have you been reading?" he asked.
"Oh, just a muggle novel," she picked up her book. " Gone With the Wind, have you heard of it."
"Oh no, I'm not much for reading. I prefer going out to staying in." he said.
They continued their conversation until her family came home. Mr. Potter and her father shut all the doors around the living room and talked privately for a long while.
