By Serendipity
Author's Note: Yay! Chapter two done! I really, really like this chapter. It's really funny. Reminds me a lot of my school. Especially Dumbledore, who does some things that my principal has done. I hope you guys like this. Anywho, so far Harry is winning in the big ass battle between him a Draco over who gets Ginny. I don't really blame you guys, I made Draco really arrogant in this fic.
Disclaimer: Don't own them and if I did, I would be happy...and rich.
The first week of school is always the longest and mine, excluding the first day back, was highly uneventful. I hadn't made any moves for Ginny yet, and Ron was becoming impatient. I just wanted to take my time with Ginny that's all.
But I wasn't thinking about Ginny this morning. The only thought that crossed my mind was, "My foot hurts!" and it did. Thank God that it was Friday and we didn't have practices on the weekends.
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Birds were chirping outside my window and I wondered vaguely why Aunt Petunia didn't rouse me with her usual beating and yelling. I put on a pair of jeans and went downstairs to get a clean shirt from the washer.
"Harry, would you come in here, please?"
Aunt Petunia has never talked to me in such a sweet tone. I was scared.
I entered the kitchen to find Aunt Petunia cooking oatmeal and Uncle Vernon sitting at the table drinking coffee with a man who had black spiked hair and playful blue eyes; Sirius.
"Sorry about his disheveled appearance," Uncle Vernon apologized, eyeing me with distaste, "Don't know why boys these days find showing their underwear as fashionable."
Sirius just smiled and ruffled my hair.
"Well, boys will be boys..." he said.
Uncle Vernon looked at Sirius strangely. Sirius didn't notice; he was looking at a large bruise on my arm.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, pointing to the bruise.
Uncle Vernon glared at me, daring me to tell him.
"Oh, uh, Ron hammered me with the soccer ball yesterday at practice," I said, as Aunt Petunia handed me one of my better shirts.
Sirius looked like he wanted to press the question some more, but decided better of it.
"What brings you here anyway?" I asked, pulling the shirt on over my head.
Sirius smiled.
"The judge is allowing me to have you for the weekends," he said nonchalantly.
Were I not sore, I would have danced a jig.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he continued. "Get your stuff."
And I did.
"STUPID...USELESS...THING!" I muttered under my breath as I frantically tried to pry my locker open. You see my locker has an identity crisis; it thinks that it's a secret vault holding treasure instead of my beat-up old locker holding my beat-up old books. Harry was leaning against the locker next to mine. He already had his books. His locker doesn't have an identity crisis.
"Problems, Ron?" he asked.
I glared at him.
"What about you, huh?" I asked as I began my combination again. "I caught Ginny talking to Draco yesterday. What's taking you so long, man?"
Harry smirked.
"Well you know," he stated, looking at me devilishly, "I'm looking for the cheapest motel to get her into."
My locker opened and delivered a powerful blow to Harry's head. I didn't mean for that to happen, but I congratulated my locker none-the-less.
"Shit, that hurt!" Harry cursed stumbling around the crowded hallway.
"Careful," I said, "don't want to end up with another scar on your forehead."
Harry fell off of his bike when we were kids and acquired a lightening bolt scar in the middle of his forehead. It's very light, but it is there.
"I guess I deserved it," he said, rubbing his nose. "Sorry about what I said about your sister."
"You damn well better be!" I exclaimed, taking out my huge, enormous, colossal history book along with the newest issue of Motor Trend and a poptart. "Sisters don't have sex lives. And I'll die from traumatization if anyone tells me otherwise."
Harry smiled vaguely and didn't make eye contact with me.
"He was a skater boy...She said see you later boy..."
My attention was turned away from Harry's odd behavior as Fred and George walked by bobbing their heads simultaneously as they sang that Avril Laviguine song. Nutters, both of them. Nutters? When did I start using that word?
The bell beeped and Harry and I went our separate ways. I walked into the history room and sat down next to Hermione. She was looking pretty again today. I mumbled my usual hello and began my poptart.
Mr. Binns used a new approach for greeting us today. Instead of yelling at us, he simply walked in and held up a sign that had "SHUT UP!" scrawled upon it. Man's a friggin' genius. We were in the middle of class and I was in the middle of my magazine when Principal Dumbledore walked in with a book balanced on his head. It took Mr. Binns several moments before he realized that Dumbledore was there and shut up.
"Yes?" he asked our elderly principal.
"I read in the newspaper this morning that balancing a book on your head improves your posture," Dumbledore replied, looking important.
"And...?" Mr. Binns coaxed, obviously perturbed.
"And I've been balancing this book on my head all morning."
Dumbledore left then, leaving Mr. Binns to stare at the door blankly. We heard him mumble something about retirement before he continued on with the lesson.
I was debating on whether I should finish my magazine or take my morning nap when Hermione flung a note at me. I could have died with shock. The only notes that Hermione ever writes in class are ones that actually have something to do with the lesson. If the fact that Hermione wrote a note would kill me, then what the note said would have killed my ghost.
I wanted to interrogate Hermione about her note, but the bell beeped and as I was trying to stay on her heels so I could talk to her in geometry I got called to the office.
"Damn!" I cursed to myself as I watched Hermione disappear from my view. Why would Hermione want me to meet her in the janitor's closet? There was only one thing that students did in the janitor's closet, but could Hermione actually want to...? We didn't even really know each other; we were always around other people and went out in big groups. We probably only had two or three conversations to ourselves. Maybe Hermione was just horny? I laughed out loud at that as I came into the office.
Our office smells strongly of coffee. I heard Elvis playing faintly in the background and our three elderly secretaries were dancing on their desks with their arms in the air and whispering, "Chick-a-poo, chick-a-poo," over and over again. I cleared my voice. Finally one noticed me.
She jumped off of her desk (an incredible feat for someone her age) and grabbed a hold of my hands, placing one on her waist and holding the other out in front of us. We tangoed all the way to Dumbledore's office. She released me from her death grip when we got there and moon-walked back to her desk. I have a funny feeling that I'll be repeating this someday in the future therapy that I'll be needing.
"Ah, just the brother that you wanted," said Dumbledore as I closed the door to his office. Sitting in front of his large desk was Ginny. She had a cut on her forehead that the nurse had already patched up.
"What happened?" I asked sitting down in the chair next to hers.
Ginny just sighed and shook her head; she looked annoyed, as if she didn't want to talk about this with any of her brothers.
"Ginny got into a small fight with another girl," Dumbledore informed me. "We tried looking for your older brothers, figuring that they're the ones in charge of looking after you tykes, but alas," he added, "we are unable to find them."
"AAAHHHH!"
George just fell out side of Dumbledore's window behind the desk. Dumbledore didn't even need to turn around. He sat at his desk, looking forward, hands folded, with a smile plastered on his face.
"Found them!" he announced brightly. Dumbledore turned in his chair and opened his window. I rushed over. George stood with his arms raised, yelling triumphantly. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had the school crest of two H's painted in red on his chest. Looking up I saw Fred and the rest of their chemistry class on the floor above cheering loudly.
"That's my bro!" Fred yelled, pretending to wipe away tears.
Dumbledore sighed.
"I see I have some work to do. You two have some hot chocolate and get things sorted out, and when Ms. Weasley is better you may go to class."
Dumbledore smiled and patted both of us on our heads before exiting the room. I saw him do a sort of shuffle as the door closed.
"Hey! What are you two doing in Dumbledore's office anyway?" George asked, leaning in the window. "Ginny, where did you get that cut on your forehead?"
Neither of us answered.
"Don't you two give me the silent treatment! I'm the oldest Weasley in this school, and I demand to know..."
"Mr. Weasley! I'm giving you two minutes to get into this classroom before I call your mother!" Dumbledore bellowed from above us. Rule one to being a Weasley: Never get mom involved.
George looked startled and started fidgeting.
"I'll deal with you two later! Anyone who messes with my sister messes with me...and occasionally Fred too."
"Mr. Weasley!"
"Coming oh bearded one!"
And then he was gone. I shook my head and closed the window. Ginny was already helping herself to some hot chocolate. I grabbed one of the complementary suckers on Dumbledore's desk instead. I wasn't good with these brother/sister heart to hearts and didn't know where to begin.
"So..." that's always a good way to start, "who did you get into a fight with?"
"Pansy Parkinson," Ginny replied, sipping her chocolate.
I froze, sucker halfway to my mouth.
"Sorry, wha?" I asked.
"Pansy Parkinson!" Ginny seemed annoyed.
Here's my knowledge of Pansy Parkinson. She has a nice rack, she wears short skirts, she's the bitchiest girl I know, she has a nice rack, she's the closest thing to a girlfriend that Draco Malfoy will ever have, she has a nice rack...
"What did you do to piss her off?" I asked, hoping that I didn't already know the answer.
"I don't know!" Ginny sighed. "I just said hi to Draco in the hall and then she started banging my head against my locker."
I winced, I had hoped that it wasn't that.
"Ginny I told you not to talk to Draco!"
"I'll talk to whoever the hell I want to talk to!"
"Fine!" I said throwing up my hands in defeat. Then I stormed out of Dumbledore's office, mamboed my way through the office, and stormed into geometry fifteen minutes late.
"Got called to the office," I explained to McGonagall as I took my seat next to Harry. Harry seemed to be having some problems. He was trying to draw a circle with his compass, unfortunately the compass moved and he got a spiral instead.
"Oh I give up!" he said at last, throwing his compass down upon his desk. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "So what did they need you in the office for?" he asked.
I was busy getting my homework out to hand in to McGonagall.
"Ginny got into a fight," I replied. "Dumbledore thought that she'd need moral support and Fred was busy trying to figure out which would hit the ground first: a feather or George."
"Huh?"
"Long story about my brothers, but they'll probably have detention after school."
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Listen, Harry, Pansy's after Ginny. She knows that Ginny is getting close to Draco."
Harry nodded again.
"You have to do something!" I said.
"Alright, alright!" Harry replied. "Is Ginny coming to Lavender's party tonight?"
"I could make her," I suggested.
"Alright, I'll put some moves on her there. We'll work out the details in PE"
I nodded and started on my new assignment. But then I remembered Hermione's note. Third period. PE was third period.
"Uh, Harry, you'll have to do that with out me."
Harry looked up, confused.
"Why?"
"Well, I'm going to the janitor's closet."
Harry smiled slyly.
"Oh, the janitor's closet! So who's meeting you there? Your imaginary girlfriend?"
"Hermione."
Harry's jawed dropped.
"No way."
"Yes way."
"No, there's no way that Hermione would skip a class and go to the janitor's closet, especially with you! No offense."
I showed him the note. He looked over to Hermione. Hermione smiled at me. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat.
"This isn't right," he said slowly.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because, you and Hermione are almost always fighting, and I don't know!" he seemed frustrated.
The bell beeped.
"Have fun in PE!" I called over my shoulder as Hermione ran out of the room ahead of me.
"Have fun in the janitor's closet!" Harry shouted back much louder than I would have liked. Seamus overheard and shouted out the same thing. I hoped he didn't tell Lavender, the whole school would know by lunch if he did.
I dropped my books off at my locker and tried to look casual as I slid into the janitor's closet just as the late bell beeped. She was there.
"Hermione!" I said with a devilish grin as I leaned in to kiss her.
She placed her hand over my mouth and smiled.
"I didn't come here for that," she said softly.
'Ron, you're an idiot!' I said to myself.
"Oh," is what I really said, plopping down to sit miserably on the floor. Hermione sat across from me.
"I wanted to talk to you about Ginny," she said.
"Ginny? When did you two become friends?"
Hermione looked hurt.
"Since first grade," she said. "Don't you remember me spending the night at your house? Ginny and I just didn't spend too much time with each other last year because we went to separate schools."
"Oh, yeah, I remember now," I said. The last time she spent the night, we were about thirteen and she kept grabbing my arm during that one movie...Urban Legends. How could I forget about all those times? I guess we did spend a lot of time together. Only an ass like me would forget it.
"Listen," she continued, "Ginny is developing a...thing...for Draco."
"Yeah, I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah, don't worry, I've got Harry on the job."
"On the job?" she asked, confused.
"Yeah, he's gonna flirt with her a little. Go out with her, keep her mind off of Draco. She's been in love with him for years, he's the only one who can do it."
"Ron, do you think that this is a good idea?"
I thought that it was a friggin' brilliant idea.
"Why wouldn't it be?" I asked.
"Well, is Harry ok with this? Surely he doesn't want to spend a good long while carting your baby sister around."
"He agreed right away."
"Really?" Hermione began smiling like a mad woman. "Aw, that's so sweet!"
"What, Harry taking care of my sister?"
"No! Don't you see it, Ron?"
This is what I saw: I saw a broom, a mop, a bucket, and Hermione. And that's all I saw.
Hermione grew impatient.
"Harry has feelings for Ginny!"
"WHAT?!" I forgot to keep my voice down. Luckily no one was outside. "No he isn't, he's just doing me a favor, that's all."
"Think about it Ron! Would you agree so willingly to take a girl out just because someone asked you to?"
"Yes."
Hermione through her hands up and shook her head.
The bell beeped.
Sirius seemed disappointed at first when I told him that I was going out the first night that I was staying over at his house, but then I told him everything about Ginny and he became excited, giving me some dating tips.
"Be sure to hold the doors open for her. And always tell her that you love her smile. And, um, here."
He handed me some condoms.
"Err..." I stated. Sirius and I talked a lot through out the years but we never actually discussed this topic. He wasn't making eye contact.
"I'm supposed to tell you to wait until your married and scare you with statistics but that's what school's for," he said rocking back and forth. "I would appreciate it if you would wait, but you know, just in case," he said trailing off.
"Thanks," I replied, throwing them into my nightstand drawer. "But I'm sure that I won't be needing them for awhile."
Sirius smiled.
"So are you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. Lavender had a hot tub and a pool so I was wearing my trunks and a shirt.
"Alright then," Sirius replied, whipping out the keys to his black convertible. "Let's go!"
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