Love is across the hall
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(Hermione and Ginny's apartment. Or is that Ginny's apartment now since Hermione is moving?)
"I can't believe this day is finally here!" Hermione exclaimed. Her brown bushy hair was tied up in a tight, well-rounded bun yet a few strands of hair escaped and were sticking to the sides of her face. She wore a bandana around her fore head. Her shirt smelled musty, probably because she found the red-checkered printed thing in the depths of her closet. She was wearing three blue quarter jeans and a pair of sandy colored sandals. With all that combination of cloths, she looked like a typical housewife.
"I don't believe it either." Luna commented wearing something similar to Hermione.
"Why?" Hermione asked defensively. "Am I so ugly that no one would love me? Or am I to bossy? Or do I have a big mop for hair? Or..."
"Nothing like that. I meant to say that it's just like it was yesterday when we were arguing about Crumpled Horned Snorkacks." Luna explained.
"Oh, I miss Hogwarts so much. You're so lucky Luna. You still get to go there." Ginny said to prevent any more arguments. She just wore a simple blue shirt over her red flowered broad shorts.
"Is everything packed?" Luna asked.
"Yes, I think so," Hermione answered.
The door opened and Neville, Harry and Ron came in. Or staggered in.
"Hullo Hermy," Ron slurred. His red hair was stuck in odd angles; his shirt was wet and smelling like beer. He moved to hug Hermione but she stepped out of the way causing Ron to fall down.
"Ron, Harry, Neville what in heavens name were you doing?" Hermione shrieked.
"Aww, Come on Hermione." Harry tried to say properly. His breathe reeking of alcohol. His hair was more messy than usual. He swayed dangerously as he stood.
"Look Hermione you take care of the giant goof, Luna you take care of Neville and I'll take care of the Boy Who Lived and Died Because of A Hangover And A Screeching Girl." Ginny ordered.
"Great, give me the guy who weighs a ton." Hermione complained.
"Funny, you don't mind when we're in bed." Ron commented.
Hermione's face turned bright red. Ginny, Luna, Harry and Neville, even through their drunk state they all bit their tongues to stop breaking their ribs from laughing too hard.
"Come on Ron. Lets take you to bed." Hermione cooed. She roughly picked up Ron and practically pulled his arm out getting him to the packed bedroom.
As soon as she closed the door they heard a loud bump. Luna and Ginny looked at each other in confusion.
"Surely Hermione wouldn't throw Ron like that." Ginny said.
But Harry answered them by yelling, "Use a silencing charm or the whole building will be up."
"Lets get going." Luna said as she gingerly picked up Neville somehow. Everything Luna touched or held seemed light and delicate. Especially Neville. He put his arm around her yet not all his weight like Ron or Harry would have if they were drunk, and they trudged out the door.
'Wonder how drunk he really is?' Ginny pondered.
"He only had one drink you know. He has had more then ten drinks and remained sober. I wonder why he is acting drunk?" Harry said as if he read Ginny's mind.
"Come on Harry, lets get you home." Ginny looped her right arm around his waist and stretched Harry's left arm over her shoulder and held it firmly there with her remaining arm.
She thanked god that his apartment was only across the hall. With all her strength she dragged him across the hall. She stopped in front of the door; she let his arm go and started to open the door. Soon she realized that she faced a problem.
"Just my luck, this stupid door hasn't been closed in years but tonight it has to be locked." She let out an expatriated sigh.
Suddenly Harry started laughing.
"What? Do you think it's funny? I am so going to enjoy screaming at you when you have a hangover.
"It's not that," he giggled, "The keys are in my pocket!"
"Which one?" Ginny asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Shirt pocket," he answered before doubling over with laughter. (AN: I know that's not funny but Harry is drunk.)
Ginny sighed with frustration before slipping two fingers into his shirt pocket. It took a few minutes because Harry kept on moving but she finally managed to fish out the keys.
She put the right key in the keyhole and unlocked the door. After she heard the door click she kicked off her shoe, lifted her foot and opened the door, something she learnt when she was seven.
She saw Fred and George do it with their socks on when she asked then what they were doing they replied that they weren't going to leave finger prints for the prank they left in that room.
And amazingly it worked, but unfortunately Ron opened the door a few minutes later, triggered the prank and was blamed when Mrs. Weasley did a fingerprint charm on the door and found out that the twins fingerprints weren't there. (AN: Honestly a person I know can do it!)
With the door opened she pulled Harry in with her. She silently thanked god that Ron was moving, so there wasn't any mess around the apartment. She slowly maneuvered her way to the couch and somehow put Harry there. When she let go of him she couldn't move because he held on tight.
"Ginny," Harry whispered softly.
"Yes Harry," Ginny's stomache was doing flip-flops.
"I-I-I l-lov-v-e y-yo," Harry started to say before he passed out.
"Oh Harry," Ginny whispered, she released her self from his limbs.
'His very muscular limbs,' Ginny noted. She stood back and admired the boy she had a crush on all those years ago.
His unruly hair was more controlled now, he let it grow a little bit, his hair covered his eyes. His glasses were dangling on one ear and his clothes were wrinkled. Ginny moved the hair from his eyes and kissed his cheek. She sighed at the thought that if she was in this position a few years ago she would have been jumping up and down. She sighed again and left the apartment and a sleeping Harry.
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(Ron and Hermione's moving day.)
Ginny wiped sweat from her head. She looked around her apartment. There were boxes near the door in categorical order. The boxes on the left were Ron's and the boxes on the right were Hermione's. When asked why Hermione's boxes were on the right she would answer that she is always right. Her apartment was in an organized mess. (AN: Does that make sense?)
"I can believe this day is finally here!" Hermione exclaimed. She wiped the tears that were falling down her face.
"Don't cry honey," Ron cooed while hugging Hermione.
"No, it's kind of like bitter sweetness." Hermione explained. "I've lived here ever since I left Hogwarts. That was four years ago!"
"Only because you didn't take up the offer of living with us," Ron muttered.
"What was that Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing," Ron replied quickly.
"I believe Hermione found this place before you. Also I believe that Hermione refused the offer to sleep in your bed and not have a room of her own. I also believe the only reason you lived there for the past years was because Hermione told you that the guy who lived there before was moving," Ginny put in.
"Fine whatever," Ron mumbled.
"When are the movers going to be here?" Harry asked.
"In an hour," Hermione answered.
"When can we come over to your house?" Luna huffed while trying to lift a particularly heavy box. "What do you have in here? Rocks, no let me guess Nargots?"
"It's my books," Hermione replied, not bothering to ask her what in the world Nargots were. "You all will be able to visit our house anytime you want. You all could come over in three hours."
"How come Harry gets to go as soon as you do?" Neville asked, trying not to sound whiney.
"Because at the beginning of our first year it was only us three. When we all met it was one of the greatest, most dangerous, and life-changing adventure we went on throughout Hogwarts. Now Ron and I are going on another adventure we want to share it with Harry first." Hermione explained.
"Aww, Hermione I'm touched," Harry said sincerely as he hugged both Ron and Hermione.
"No offence to you guys, but whatever life changing thing we do we really kinda want Harry to be the first to know. I know things sort of change but me and Hermione..." Ron said.
"Hermione and I," Hermione corrected.
"Hermione and I," Ron continued, "want to make it a tradition. Also if Harry had never remembered that Hermione didn't know about the troll we wouldn't have gotten together or worse."
Everyone stood silently except Luna, who didn't know the story with the troll, thinking how his or her lives would be different if Hermione had died.
"Just as wells I couldn't have come. I have a date with a most wonderful and charming man today." Luna broke the silence.
"I couldn't come either, I have a date with a beautiful and weird lady." A blushing Neville revealed. Luna giggled and blushed.
Everyone looked at Ginny as if waiting to hear her excuse.
"I have a date with Doug. You all know him so there is no need for a description." Ginny said. She glanced at her watch. "I have to get ready. I'll visit you tomorrow Hermione. Good luck." She hugged Hermione and Ron before she went to her room.
She closed the door and looked at the dazzling deep purple dress on her bed. It was a strapless dress, which started to slant sideways from the middle of the upper thigh. On the slant were ruffles. Across the middle part of the dress was sparkles the spread across the dress in curved lines.
After taking off her clothes, she picked the dress up lightly and slipped it on. She looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed how a dress could change you're appearance. She brushed her hair up in to an elegant bun and purposely left a few strands of hair down the side of her face to maximize her look. She carefully put on make up and perfume. When she was done she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in," she said softly as if not to break the silence in her room.
Harry came through the door. He stood there staring at Ginny as if was mesmerized.
"What is it Harry?" Ginny asked self-consciously.
"You look beautiful," he said after a minute.
"Thanks," Ginny said blushing. "Why are you here?"
"Doug called. He said he can't make it and if you can meet him at the restaurant." He recited in a monotone. He turned to leave but Ginny stopped him.
"Harry what do you think about Doug?"
"I hate that guy," Harry said instinctively but stopped when he saw the sad expression on Ginny's face. "Not. He is great. I love that guy. He is perfect for you."
"Alright."
"May I ask why Gin?"
"I just wanted your opinion. When do I need to meet him?"
"Either now or in an hour." With that Harry left.
"Typical boys," Ginny muttered. She put her want in her matching purse. After checking herself in the mirror once more she left.
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She looked around Midnight Rendezvous. There were maroon drapes hanging around the walls. Along the rim of the drapes were golden frills. The walls were a deep red and there were fancy chairs along the sides for the people who had to wait. She could see people having dinner through the ark.
She walked up to a man who stood behind a podium and looked like he had a stick up his backside.
"Excuse me," she said politely. "I have a reservation under Harold."
"He is here but is busy so go away." The man said rudely.
"Look you," Ginny said calmly. "I came here to see my boyfriend and I'm going to see him weather you like it or not."
With that she stormed through the ark. Her eyes searched the apartment for her boyfriend. She found him at the corner. She gasped and dropped her purse.
Doug was kissing Alice Stopper.
"Doug," Ginny said in a strangled voice.
Doug stopped kissing Alice long enough the register that his girlfriend soon to be ex-girlfriend was standing in the middle of the room.
"Ginny I can explain!" was all Ginny heard when she bolted out of the restaurant.
As she passed the waiter he looked at her with sympathy. "I told you."
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