Chapter 17
Shoes and Socks!
It was late, well past midnight. Mick had "accidentally" gotten food poisoning and had turned into bed early, leaving the four old friends alone in the living room of Harry's house. Nobody mentioned the fact that Ron and Hermione would be moving out as soon as they were married. Hermione wanted to discuss it with Harry, but Ron had wisely said no, there was no reason to completely ruin Harry's spirits, what with Ginny moving away and all. The grandfather clock began chiming 12 and Ron and Hermione bid good-night to Ginny and Harry. Then they proceeded to go upstairs. "Hermione?" Ron asked in his most quiet voice.
"Yes dear?" Hermione reached for his hand. They started on the third flight of stairs.
"Don't you think its weird that they aren't together?"
"Who?"
"Harry and Ginny? I always thought that they would, for sure, I mean even before us."
"I know what you mean Ron," They walked into their forth floor flat. "After he pulled her out of that cave-in, after he defeated Voldemort, I always assumed, but things work out like that."
"'Work out like that!?' " Ron was clearly on edge, "That is not what I call working out! Working out would be if they were married, but somehow, well, why not?"
Hermione reached over and wrapped her fiancé in a hug, "Things always work out in the end. I suppose we just have to hope. Besides, we're getting married next week, and we all know who the best man and maid of honor will be."
Ron smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, and if they actually get to the altar, well, there will definitely be seven brothers, numerous sister in laws and one Man who lived to object!"
"Oh, so we're going to the wedding now?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it depends, the way she's been acting it's like she doesn't want us to be. She's going over there a month early to plan everything."
"Yeah, isn't he leaving the day before our wedding?" Hermione said as she began to crawl into bed.
"No, he's leaving in two days," Ron crossed a day of the calendar before he too went to bed. "In the morning I believe!"
"Your horrible!" Hermione teased.
"That's why you love me!" Ron smiled.
After about an hour Ron's snores could be heard from the stairs and Harry and Ginny knew it was safe to begin.
They both snuck in using Harry's invisibility cloak. Ginny shrugged it off first, and ran to the closet. She began hexing all the shoes she could get her hands on.
Harry on the other hand went for socks. Why? Well that will become apparent in the morning.
"Harry, are you done?" Ginny whispered.
"Last one, come on, let's go!" Harry answered as he absentmindedly grabbed her hand and they bolted for the door.
The two flew down the two flights of stairs to the floor where their bedrooms (respectively) were.
"Um..."Ginny was thinking about how awkward this was, "Good night Harry."
"Night Ginny." Harry turned, walked to his bedroom and left Ginny standing in hall, wondering why she was suddenly thinking about him so much. She shook herself mentally, and retired to her room.
Harry rolled over in bed and smiled, it was bittersweet really. She was leaving, yet she was all for him. It seemed she just wanted to be friends, that's what he would give her then, even if it killed him. Especially if she helped him out; Harry laughed as he rolled over, tomorrow was going to be quite funny.
Sorry this chapter is so short, I just need to have something be a bridge so I can wrap everything up nicely! Review, thanks for reading!I will update probably immediately!
Shoes and Socks!
It was late, well past midnight. Mick had "accidentally" gotten food poisoning and had turned into bed early, leaving the four old friends alone in the living room of Harry's house. Nobody mentioned the fact that Ron and Hermione would be moving out as soon as they were married. Hermione wanted to discuss it with Harry, but Ron had wisely said no, there was no reason to completely ruin Harry's spirits, what with Ginny moving away and all. The grandfather clock began chiming 12 and Ron and Hermione bid good-night to Ginny and Harry. Then they proceeded to go upstairs. "Hermione?" Ron asked in his most quiet voice.
"Yes dear?" Hermione reached for his hand. They started on the third flight of stairs.
"Don't you think its weird that they aren't together?"
"Who?"
"Harry and Ginny? I always thought that they would, for sure, I mean even before us."
"I know what you mean Ron," They walked into their forth floor flat. "After he pulled her out of that cave-in, after he defeated Voldemort, I always assumed, but things work out like that."
"'Work out like that!?' " Ron was clearly on edge, "That is not what I call working out! Working out would be if they were married, but somehow, well, why not?"
Hermione reached over and wrapped her fiancé in a hug, "Things always work out in the end. I suppose we just have to hope. Besides, we're getting married next week, and we all know who the best man and maid of honor will be."
Ron smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, and if they actually get to the altar, well, there will definitely be seven brothers, numerous sister in laws and one Man who lived to object!"
"Oh, so we're going to the wedding now?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it depends, the way she's been acting it's like she doesn't want us to be. She's going over there a month early to plan everything."
"Yeah, isn't he leaving the day before our wedding?" Hermione said as she began to crawl into bed.
"No, he's leaving in two days," Ron crossed a day of the calendar before he too went to bed. "In the morning I believe!"
"Your horrible!" Hermione teased.
"That's why you love me!" Ron smiled.
After about an hour Ron's snores could be heard from the stairs and Harry and Ginny knew it was safe to begin.
They both snuck in using Harry's invisibility cloak. Ginny shrugged it off first, and ran to the closet. She began hexing all the shoes she could get her hands on.
Harry on the other hand went for socks. Why? Well that will become apparent in the morning.
"Harry, are you done?" Ginny whispered.
"Last one, come on, let's go!" Harry answered as he absentmindedly grabbed her hand and they bolted for the door.
The two flew down the two flights of stairs to the floor where their bedrooms (respectively) were.
"Um..."Ginny was thinking about how awkward this was, "Good night Harry."
"Night Ginny." Harry turned, walked to his bedroom and left Ginny standing in hall, wondering why she was suddenly thinking about him so much. She shook herself mentally, and retired to her room.
Harry rolled over in bed and smiled, it was bittersweet really. She was leaving, yet she was all for him. It seemed she just wanted to be friends, that's what he would give her then, even if it killed him. Especially if she helped him out; Harry laughed as he rolled over, tomorrow was going to be quite funny.
Sorry this chapter is so short, I just need to have something be a bridge so I can wrap everything up nicely! Review, thanks for reading!I will update probably immediately!