Chapter 8

Pink Bunnies

When Molly entered the kitchen to see Ron and Hermione staring at Harry (Him blushing) slightly aghast at him without his shirt but soon recovered after seeing Molly enter and they all settled around the table. She sighed again and positioned her back against the sink. All of them looked slightly flustered and very embarrassed. Apparently they like their shoes very much and decided to stare at them incase any changes were made...

"So, who wants to go first?" Molly asked knowing what was next.

"Mom me and 'Mione--"

"Mrs. Weasley please don't think that--"

"'Hermione and I' Ronald. Mrs. Weasley I'm--"

"Mum, there was nothing going on and Harry--"

"ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat as everyone whimpered back. "Now, let's start with you, Ronald, and Hermione. (Both gulped) What exactly...possessed you two into doing what you were doing?"

"Well you see mum, we were just, well doing what couples do. There's really no harm in that." Ron said shyly.

"You're right Ronald. There is absolutely nothing wrong with kissing your girlfriend, (Ron sighed with relief) except the fact that you were suppose to look for Harry and Ginny and prevent them from doing anything. Which, by the way, do you have any idea what they almost did?"

"Mrs. Weasley--"

"Hush Harry." Molly glanced furiously at him so he did shut up.

"That would be my fault, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said guiltily. Ron made to say something to defend her but Hermione send him a look for him to be quiet. "See, I, well, we saw Harry and Ginny and Ron was about to go after them but I didn't think they were going too far and were just kissing so I didn't want Harry to get killed by Ron so I ended up kissing him." Hermione said as if proud that she got that threw and said the truth about it.

"Well, I am glad you were able to take fault Hermione, and I will let this one slide. But, if I find you two doing something your not suppose to do, Ronald, then you won't have lips to use them for that and keep your hands from roaming up anything Ron!" Mrs. Weasley said hiding a smile from Ron's and Hermione's embarrassed faces. "Now go up to your room. The both of you."

Ron and Hermione both trudged up the stair and hear a door close. "In SEPERATE rooms!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. They hear one door open, small whispers, and few kisses... (Two minutes later) and finally both doors closing. Molly shook her head and finally showed her smile. Harry and Ginny both smiled thinking everything was good...

"Wipe those smiles off. (Both did.) And what, pray tell, made you two act the way you did out there?" Harry stepped forward still clutching Ginny's hand.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry gulped and took all the Gryffindor courage he had to talk. "For my actions, I am to take the blame. But see, it's just that, well everyday I can't help but just fall more in love with your daughter than I already am. ('Whoa! I can't believe I just said that! Funny Ginny thought the same.) And I would love the privilege to date her."

"Oh Harry, I can't believe you just said that, but of course I'll let you date her. (Harry sighed with relief) But that still doesn't explain you action towards my daughter, or you, young lady, towards him."

Harry blushed madly at forgetting the real point as to why she was mad, but Ginny stepped forward with this.

"Mum, look nothing happened. I'm sure it seems that we were going to, heck it even looked like that to me, but mum Harry's a great guy. He knew we weren't ready and was sure that when we did it would be special. So, there's nothing to really say because we're a couple and kissing is what couple's do. Sure, it was raining and Harry didn't have his shirt on but I'm pretty sure that, because of Harry, nothing happened. So, nothing to worry about. Now we'll be on our way. And yes, I know… separate rooms."

Molly and Harry looked shock at Ginny's outburst even though she didn't scream. Molly looked speech less because Ginny had answered everything needed. But she regained her composure. "Um... Okay. Right. Yes, yes, up you go. And I hope I don't find you in any situation like that again." As Ginny started descending the stairs, Harry behind, Molly noticed the gash on Harry's arm.

"Oh my!" She cried. "Harry! How did that happened. Oh, I should fix that up for you." She acted as though none of the previous afternoon had happened. Harry at first looked confused. Then looked down at his injured am and remembered about it. He had forgotten and now that he remembered the pain came back.

Ginny heard what happened and came back down.

"Ginny, how did this happen?" Molly asked bewilder. Ginny looked at Harry and he pleaded with her not to tell. She just laughed out loud at his expression.

"I don't see what's so funny, Ginevra." Harry smiled at the mention of the name she hates. Ginny stopped laughing and looked at Harry. She pointed a fierce finger at Harry's chest and kept taping it. Hard.

"Listen here. Never again shall you call me that. Unless you want to…face bats." She raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly. She pulled back and acted normal.

"Now, I don't see the problem in your name, Ginevra." Ginny groaned and put her face in her hands. Harry chuckled lightly. Ginny's face sprang up annoyingly.

"You know I wasn't going to tell mum about how you got that cut, but now I'm reconsidering." Harry's smile faded.

"You two do know I'm right here, and anyways I was going to make you tell me. Now Harry, sit on the chair while I go and fetch my wand and some things. Once I get back I am sure to here the full story from you Ginny." Mrs. Weasley started shuffling out.

"It'll be my pleasure." Ginny was going to love this. Harry scoffed onto the chair.

"Well you're a nice girlfriend." Harry said sarcastically.

"Eh, but you love me." Ginny smiled, bend down and kissed Harry gently on the lips but it was full of so much love. More than the universe, he thought.

When Ginny sat back down on a chair Mrs. Weasley bustled in with a first aid kit and her wand. She was going to do it the Muggle way but if anything she had her wand. She figured the story would be long.

"Okay, here we go." She said as she placed all the materials next to Harry and pulled up a chair. She ripped out some alcohol patches and applied it to Harry's cut. Harry jumped at the sting it brought.

"OWW!"

"Stop being such a baby. Now, Ginny, the story. Do tell please." Mrs. Weasley looked for some cream, in the first aid kit, to prevent infection.

"Well…" Ginny started. "When I went outside, it started raining which explained why we were wet when you found us and really I don't thin-"

"Ginny." Mrs. Weasley gave her a look.

"Oh right, yeah that. Okay, so then it was raining and I thought who ever were out there was a fool and should be brought in." Ginny held out her hand at Harry indicating he was the fool.

"Hey!" Harry felt offended.

"So anyways, I went out and looked for him and when I found him he was doing the funniest dance!" Ginny got up and did the dance Harry was doing and with the same song and everything! "Then, (Ginny starts laughing as she talked) I call out to him cause… cause he was heading towards a tree and since he was standing on his broomstick he had to get down before he hit the tree so… hahaha…he…he" Ginny grabbed Harry's broomstick that was laying on the table and acted as if she hit her…part with the broomstick and acted out Harry's facial expression with a touch of her own fake expressions that she added onto.

Mrs. Weasley had looked up a Ginny while she was 'performing' and put her mouth in a tight line to muffle her laughter.

"Ah, that hurt! So, shut up." He looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Sheesh. Fine laugh!"

Mrs. Weasley let out a herd of giggles along with Ginny. Once the giggles were draining out, Mrs. Weasley was first to talk.

"Oh Harry. That must have really been painful for you. (Harry nodded) But you must deflate the big head of yours!" Mrs. Weasley laughed and poked his head. Harry just smiled stupidly.

"So on with the story what happened next?"

"Well, not much happened. Harry ended up steering his broomstick out of the way and manages to scrape his arm on the way and yeah. Oh and I did try to fix his arm. But his shirt wouldn't come off and then he… well yeah. Enough of that." Ginny blushed shyly.

"Oh Harry why didn't you come to me when you were hurt?" Molly asked, a bit of hurt in her eyes.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. Um, well, Ginny and I hadn't had a good time before that incident and I just wanted to clear things up with her and well tell her how I really feel. And then I did and then well…by any chance are you done with my arm?" Harry asked, his face getting as red as his girlfriend's hair.

"Oh, oh yes dear." Mrs. Weasley just finished bandaging his arm. She patted it and Harry twitched. "Now put your shirt on and I'll be off." She handed Harry's shirt in which she magically dried up for him. Mrs. Weasley was heading out and while Harry's head just went threw the shirt she turned back. "Oh and Harry? I think you've got a balloon stuck on you- oh wait, that's just your head." Ginny burst out laughing and murmured a 'goodnight'.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said through his teeth. Mrs. Weasley winked and left. Ginny was still giggling at her seat and Harry went over and sat on her.

"Hey! Get off me, you fat cat!"

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna relax here." He stretched out. Ginny suddenly got an idea and whispered it into Harry's ear. Harry's eyes got wide and he fell off of Ginny.

"Ginny!"

"What?" She asked innocently and got up from the chair and headed to her room. Harry like a puppy dog following behind her. Her room was one floor up from her mom next to Ron's and across from Charlie's, though he wasn't around much. Ginny stopped in front of her room waited a minute or two and went into Harry's.

"Ginny!"

"Yes, yes that is my name. Now what do you want?"

"Why are you in here? Your mom clearly said that we were supposed to be in—"

Harry was interrupted but a kiss from Ginny which soon was turned into passionate kiss. Ginny broke apart and saw a tinge of disappointment in his eyes and smiled.

"Like I'd want to be in my room anyways."

"What? Wh—"

She silenced him by putting her finger on his lips then pointed to Ron's bed, which was unoccupied. Harry's eyes went wide with realization.

"No, you dodo-head. I don't think they're doing that, but you never know." Ginny went looking around the room. Stray clothes, quidditch stuff, and what's this? A pair of boxers with moving pink bunnies on it? Ginny held them up and raised an eyebrow. "Now I know these aren't Ron's because I got him 'tightie whities', but I never knew you liked bunnies Harry, especially pink, you should have told me and I would have gotten a matching pair of pajama's. Oh and with footies too!" Ginny laughed.

Harry looked at her, then at the boxers and lunged for them. Ginny pulled back.

"No Harry I think they look cute. Aww… and look the bunnies hop! They hop all around! Hop, hop, hop." Ginny started hopping away from Harry and laughing. "Wait," Ginny muttered the silencing charm noticing that she was laughing a bit loud.

"Yeah, I think that's the first 'good' idea you've thought of today." Harry laughed and stopped noticing Ginny's glare. "Whatever just give me my boxers."

"No." Ginny pouted. "You're just a meanie who wants to take away my boxers."

"Ginny stop acting childish. And they're not YOURS." Ginny stuck her tongue out. "Well, I guess I have to do it the hard way." He lunged at her and grabbed her by the waist and hauled her onto his shoulder. Ginny screamed at the sudden movement but ended up laughing and pleading Harry to let her go.

"Harrrrrrrrrryyyyyy! Leeeemmmmeeee gooooooo!" She whined.

"Bad girl. No whining." He spanked her bum.

"Harry!" Ginny said astonished. Harry laughed.

"Yes, love?" He asked sweetly.

Ginny got close to his ear to whisper. "LET ME DOWN!" She roared.

Harry rubbed his finger in the ear she yelled at. "Ah, feisty. Okay, okay, I'll put you down. Only if I get a kiss."

"You won't get anything if you don't put me down this instant." Harry laughed and put her lying down on the bed. She had dropped the boxers earlier when she was on his shoulder. Harry looked deep in her eyes and she smiled back. They were centimeters apart and nothing can come between them.

"So, where's my kiss?" Harry asked huskily.

"I dunno Harry. Where is it?" She smiled.

"Right here." He said as he engulfed her in a passionate kiss. He started kissing her neck and back up to her mouth. His hands traveling up her sides.

"Harry?" Ginny asked breathlessly.

"Mmm?" He continued kissing her neck trying to mark her, his.

"I think…we should…go to… bed." She managed to choke out. Harry was doing things to her that he possibly couldn't imagine and she wanted it to end before they did something he might regret. Harry finished marking her and looked at her hungrily but he stopped and nodded. She laughed. "Wow, talk about raging hormones."

"Well, you do things to me, Gin, which make me go crazy."

"You're not the only one." Harry smiled and got off from her. He went towards his drawer and picked a shirt for her to wear. He grabbed the boxers that had the pink bunnies on them and gave them to her and turned around waiting for her to change. Ginny smiled at his gentleman like ways. She quickly changed and told him she was done. She slipped into the covers and faced the wall so that he can change and slip in next to her. He did change but he didn't slip in next to her. He conjured a cover and pillow and put it on the floor. When Ginny noticed this she turned to him.

"What are you doing down there?"

"Well, um, I was just thinking that—"

"Get up here." She said pulling him by the shirt. He settled in and Ginny grabbed his hands and put them around her waist. She cuddled up to him and put her head on his chest. He brought her closer to him and kissed her forehead. Once he heard her deep breathing he quietly murmured,

"I love you."

"I love you too." Harry jumped back.

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