A/N: Sorry 'bout that, Duckie!! Got confused. : ) : ) : )
*Oh! Grrrr. I like smiley faces. They don't like me. Anytime a J was next to your name, it means it should be a smiley face. : )*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!!!! GAH!!!!!!
Chapter 15: The reappearance of Fred and George
A few seconds later, Harry pulled away from Ginny, and looked at her face. She was blushing a little, though Harry didn't know why, and her beautiful, blue eyes were gleaming in the light of the window they were standing next to. She looked at him with such longing…like she finally got something she wanted. Well, she did…me. Harry thought.
Harry leaned down again, and kissed her full on the mouth.
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Fred and George Weasley were at their shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley, and George was gazing at the miniature wizard cameras they had hidden around the school when they were there, and that are still there. The sight he saw was like nothing he'd ever expected.
"Fred! Come here! You'll never believe what I'm seeing…"
Fred came over, and stared, open-mouthed, at what he was seeing. "Is that…GINNY? And…HARRY!!"
George nodded. "They've been at it for about five minutes, mate."
Fred wasn't listening. He was just watching the happy couple. "Say, George, you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
"I think," grinned George.
George reached over onto the wall, and flipped a switch. A microphone descended from the ceiling. "Hey," yelled George, "Yes, you two lovebirds!"
Ginny pulled away from Harry. "I know that voice," she whispered. "Oh crap. Fred and George! Where are you?"
Fred sniggered. "Oh, you know where we are. We're at our shop, in Diagon Alley."
"Then how are you doing this?" inquired a freaked-out Harry.
Ginny gasped. "The hidden cameras! Oh, I thought Filch confiscated them!"
"Yeah, he did. Rule one of the Experienced Pranksters Guide to Life: always have backups," said George, enjoying himself. "Sooooo, let's talk about you and Harry, eh! Fred and I watched you guys snog for five minutes!"
Ginny, who was already blushing, turned all shades of red. Harry bellowed, "So what if we were kissing! I like Ginny, and if I remember right, she just told me she liked me! There's nothing wrong with that!"
The twins looked taken aback by Harry's comment. "Whoa, mate. Sorry. We just thought…"
"I really like you Harry," said Ginny, flirtatiously, and once again, they kissed, but as they did this, Fred and George started disconnecting the camera. They didn't want to watch any longer…it was getting quite mushy. The twins exchanged a look as to say, don't tell mum, as they heard Ginny's shrill voice call out, "And DON'T tell mum!"
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Hermione and Ron want down the long staircase of the burrow, both blushing slightly by the looks they got from Bill. Hermione just realized, and froze. Bill saw this, and grinned at her. Ron's room was right above Bills. Bill must have heard them being…passionate. (A/N: now, this is where you're creative mind has to work. They could be passionately playing Gobstones, passionately brushing their teeth, or doing some…ummm…well, other things, if you get my drift… *grins evilly*) Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn't know they were an "item," but now, apparently, Bill did. As Hermione passed, Bill reassured, "Don't worry, I won't tell mum…." Hermione thanked him, and took a seat at the breakfast table.
"Happy Christmas, Ron! And you too, Hermione! Why isn't Harry here again?"
"Dumbledore wanted him to stay at the castle because of added security, as you-know-who will, of course, not rest till he's dead. (Hermione couldn't stand lying to Mrs. Weasley, and she could tell that Ron's mum didn't believe her, and was glad she didn't question further), and thanks Mrs. Weasley, same to you," said Hermione, but Ron didn't answer. He was staring longingly at the numerous presents beneath the tree.
"Oh, go on, then," hollered Mrs. Weasley. "I swear, 16 years old, and still acts like a child at Christmas."
Hermione giggled, and went to join Ron in opening presents.
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Daisy looked at the clock on the plane. It was always confusing to her about how planes could have clocks in them, because of the time change from London to the States.
Well, halfway done, and Draco is still making my hand numb, but at least I'm getting used to it. Thank god for that useful little spell, she thought, as she murmured, "warmtheco!"
About half an hour later, Malfoy stopped gripping her like his life depended on it, and started talking to Daisy. They learned a lot about each other, and Daisy thought he wasn't as bad as Harry, Ron, and Hermione always said he was. She found out that Draco had a terrible childhood, including when his mother never really cared about him, but constantly pretended to in public. Draco was under the impression that his mother, Narcissa, was under the Imperious Curse, put on her by her husband, Lucius. Lucius also killed his best friend, Matt Cheery, when he refused to follow in his father's footsteps as a death eater. Draco didn't want to be a death eater, and won't be until he's out of Hogwarts, but is afraid to tell his father, as his life is at stake. He said he'd know what to do when the time comes.
When there was only two hours left in the flight, Draco fell asleep, with his head on Daisy's shoulder. His last conscious thought was, well, she's definitely not as bad as Potter. Who knows? Maybe this vacation will be worth it…
A/N: Ok, I actually have an idea for the next chapter! That means I'll post tomorrow! Ttyl!
*FairySprinkles*
