Chapter 3
Would you consider?
Ginny stretched her arms lazily above her head as she soaked up the morning sunlight. She yawned and rolled over on her stomach, snuggling her face into her pillow. She breathed in the fresh air of the morning. I could sleep all day! She thought to herself. And no sooner after the thought entered her mind, she heard a pounding on the door.
"Oh Ginny dearest!" she heard an evil, sugar coated voice call.
"Time to wake up!" she heard another identical voice say.
She heard the door creek loudly as someone opened it. She buried her head deeper into her pillow. "Go away!" she mumbled.
"Tsk, tsk Gin!" The pillow was suddenly pulled out from under her head and her face landed hard on the mattress. She felt the sheet being pulled off her bed and the cool morning air seeped through her pajamas. She felt hand smack her hard on the rump and another snap her bra strap. She eased her body up off the bed, growling at her twin brothers.
"FRED!" She yelled at the one who was holding the pillow.
"I'm not Fred! I'm George!" he said, throwing the pillow at her.
"I don't bloody care which one you are! If you're going to come in my room and torture me into waking up one more time then I will do things to you so vile that you wouldn't believe a girl thought such things in her mind!" she yelled.
Her brothers looked at each other, then back at Ginny. "Cranky, aren't we?" they asked and bolted out the door before she could throw anything at them.
Her mother walked into her room and started fussing with Ginny's bed. "Why is it always such a mess every morning?" her mother asked.
Ginny brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Why don't you ask your demon twin sons?" she asked.
Over the weeks Ginny did her weekly shopping and helped her mother prepare all the food for the feasts.
At tonight's feast they were seating 23. Ginny was highly amused by the three American triplets that were there. They seemed to get along perfectly with her twin brothers. Even a few of the already accepted Auror's attended dinner. And much to her pleasure, so did Mr. Potter.
Hermione still carried on a conversation with Mr. Clees while Ron still sat sulkily, sending a few killer glares at the man.
She had been able to enter the dinner conversation a few times and she didn't seem to blunder at all. She felt a little bit heady about it and wished that the dinner could have gone on longer than it had.
Ginny sat with her mother on the back porch swing, helping her mother knit some socks for her father. Fred and George suddenly came out the back door, grinning at each other. "Someone's here to see you." They said. Ginny put aside her knitting and walked passed her brothers. But she seemed to miss it when they wiggled their eyebrows at one another.
Expecting Hermione, Ginny pushed open the door to the living room and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. Her face paled, then flushed when someone rose to their feet. She was facing Mr. Potter. Her smile that had been there had faded quickly.
"I'm-I'm sorry. I thought-" She could not finish her sentence. She had misunderstood the entire situation.
Mr. Potter realized something had gone amiss.
"Your brothers didn't tell you?" he asked.
"No. No, he- well, yes, he- he did say someone was here to see me, but I thought-"Ginny fumbled.
"Oh," He said, his head lifting back. "But you didn't expect me."
"Yes, I really wasn't expecting it to be you. I thought- Hermione" Her face flushed again and she fidgeted with her hands.
"I hope you aren't to disappointed that it's me." He responded.
"Oh, it isn't that- it's just-just. I never thought that you'd-you'd," she fumbled her words some more. Could her face get any redder?
"You thought that I could sit at that table week after week and not see for myself what an attractive woman you are?" he asked.
She was caught off guard by his statement. "It's just that, you're always so serious about your work and- and so quiet."
He smiled at her and Ginny saw how it made his facial features look so soft. Ginny's head was reeling. Suddenly, she felt the need to sit down. She was glad a chair was at hand. He eased it under her as she began to sink. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
"I just need to catch my breath." She said, relaxing back into the cushion.
Ginny took in some deep breaths and her head stopped spinning. He watched her closely for a few moments before removing his hand. She wished he wouldn't.
"I didn't know that such a beautiful woman as yourself would be so shocked that someone would stop by to ask if she would accompany him to dinner.
"It's just-"
"I know. You thought I was only interested in my work." He said teasingly.
He sat on the edge of the coffee table and smiled at her again. She had never seen a person's eyes look so enchanting. But sometimes she couldn't see his eyes because they were hidden behind his glasses. She managed to nod her head and return his smile.
"Can we start over?" he asked. She laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
"Can I go out and come back in?" she asked. He chuckled and nodded.
She went out the door and closed it. She stood outside it a few moments, willing her racing heart to slow down. She opened the door and stepped in, a smile upon her face.
"Miss Weasley," he said, walking toward her and taking her hand. He talked animatedly to her. "Thank you for agreeing to see me. I know I have done nothing in the past to show my feelings for you, but could you, would you even think of accompanying me to dinner?"
She laughed at him. "Why Mister Potter! I would be absolutely delighted!" she said.
"When may I take you to dinner?" he asked, releasing her hand.
"Whenever works for you." She said.
"How about tomorrow evening?" he asked.
She clasped her hands together, feeling her heart lift. "Tomorrow it is!"
