Ch.2: "So polite and charming!"
Harry grabbed an overly worn maroon and yellow polo sweater out of Ron's drawer. He would've swore he had seen it on Fred just the year before...or maybe it was George. Either way, he figured it was a hand-me-down through the Weasley boys, something that Harry was quite used to. This one, however, fit a lot better than one of Dudley's baggy shirts.
"I-I feel the same, Hermione"
Harry jumped at the sound of another voice.
"I feel the same." Ron continued.
He was known for talking in his sleep, but Harry had never heard Ron mention Hermione before.
Harry's stomach was starting to growl again, and he decided he would head down to the kitchen, before he heard anything that would embarrass Ron even more.
Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. There, Mrs.Weasley was pouring a glass of milk.
"Oh, Harry! Chicken and Dumplings is all right I hope?"
"It's perfect Mrs. Weasley, thank you." Harry truthfully replied as he pulled back his usual chair at The Burrow.
"So polite and charming! That is going to take you far with the young ladies one day, dear." Mrs.Weasley declared, smiling proudly.
Harry just smiled. He ate his dinner as Mrs.Weasley magically cleaned the dishes and put everything away. When he was finished he brought his dishes to the sink and began to wash them.
"Oh, dear, you don't have to do that! Oh, you are just so, so polite." Mrs.Weasley rambled on.
"If it's all right with you, Mrs.Weasley, I'm just going to head upstairs and go to sleep." Harry stated as he dried his dishes.
"That is perfectly understandable. Now, run along, you need a good night's sleep."
Harry couldn't get to sleep. He couldn't think about anything other than Ginny. Ginny, the little sister, almost his little sister...why was he feeling this way? Harry wasn't too worried about getting Ginny out of his mind. It was a lot better than mourning over his Godfather. He finally drifted to sleep...