A/N: And another one…. God, I'm addicted…
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Harry Potter was lying on his bed, reading the letters his friends had sent him. He had gotten three this morning, from Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
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Harry.
I'm afraid that you can't come visit us at the Burrow this summer. Dumbledore heard this rumour that the death eaters we're having their annual meeting somewhere warm, so he decided that the whole order and their families were to have a vacation together in the Bahamas. He's getting more and more competitive on his older days. Has to be better than You-Know-Who, no matter what. Not that I mind, I mean, I get to spend a whole month on the Bahamas. And Hermione is coming too. She's been at our place for two weeks already, since her parents had to go to Germany because of some sick relative. Dunno what that was all about, but they dumped her here anyway. Not that I mind or anything. She has changed a lot during the summer, so she doesn't nag that much anymore. Or, well, she does, but it's different. Dunno how to explain it. I don't really mind her nagging that much anymore. Maybe I've grown used to it? Anyway, she's cut her hair. She almost bit my head off when I didn't notice. Dunno why it's so important to her what I think about her hair. Probably a girl thing.
See you when school starts – Ron
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Dear Harry.
How are you doing? I hope you're doing well even though you have to stay at your aunt and uncle's place.
I'm at the Burrow at the moment as my parents had to go away. It's really nice. And soon we're going to the Bahamas. I'm really looking forward to it; I've heard they have some great sightseeing places there. Ron and I have been working on the transfiguration essay Professor McGonagall gave us, how is yours coming along? I think I've captured everything quite nicely, but I'm a little worried that I didn't elaborate the finer aspects of the spell enough. I made Ron look over it, and he said it was fine, but I can't really shake the feeling that he didn't read properly. Maybe I'll make Ginny look at it too. Just to be sure.
And I cut my hair a week ago because I hoped Ron would like it, but he didn't even notice. Do you still think he likes me? I know you told me you think so, but I just feel that it's useless. Please write and tell me what you really feel.
Love from Hermione
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Dear Harry.
Operation GTRaH ((A/N: Get Together Ron and Hermione)) is going splendidly! I can't believe we didn't just do this before! Hermione blushes every time Ron opens his mouth, and Ron gawks every time Hermione comes into a room because of her new haircut. I think I'm going to put part B out in action soon, and lock the two of them up in a room together. Preferably one with a bed.
Fred and George are in on the plan and they are helping me since you aren't here. They have really been amazing, Fred keeps bumping into Hermione making her fall in Ron's arms, and George keeps coming up with excuses to drag everyone out of the room so they get some time together alone. I believe we will see concrete results anytime now. But I have to run, because Ron is peeking over my shoulder to see what I've written. I'll send you another rapport later on.
Love, Ginny.
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Harry laughed at Ginny's report, and put down the three letters. He'd always known Ron and Hermione would end up together, everyone had, but they didn't see it themselves. So he and Ginny had decided they needed a little push. They had started operation GTRaH this spring, at the end of their sixth year, and Ginny's fifth, and it was going very good so far. He only hoped Ginny didn't drive it too far and pushed them away from each other. But he guessed he Bahamas would be and extra plus. Ron seeing Hermione in her bikini couldn't really harm the operation.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. The Bahamas. That meant he had to spend another month in this hell hole. A whole month with no way of escaping. He crumbled the letter from Ron and threw it into the wall. At least no one minded that he threw things around. That was the upside to being an angst-ridden teenager, destined to save the world from a maniac with too much pent-up sexual frustration, angry at the world because he wasn't getting any.
Harry groaned and fell back on the bed again. When he thought about it he hadn't been getting any in a while either. That was the negative side to being a bloody closet flamer. He couldn't exactly jump the first guy he saw, because that would sort of blow him way out of his cosy closet in no time. He knew he should have come out when he first found out, but since he hadn't, there was no other way; he had to wait till he got a boyfriend and then shock everyone. It really sounded like fun, the whole shocking everyone part, but the problem was the boyfriend part. The few guys he'd been together with so far were afraid of commitment. He supposed they only wanted to be able to say that they'd shagged the famous Harry Potter (even though he always made them promise not to tell anyone before he decided to come out). Not that he minded or anything, the sex was great, it was just that sometimes he wanted more. Wanted someone to hold hands with and talk with and just be with, without necessarily having to shag.
Merlin. Harry couldn't believe he just thought that. Not having to shag. He must be going crazy. It was probably the lack of food. Not good. Not good at all. He needed food. Now.
He ran down the stairs to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Bloody hell, there was hardly anything there! Damn, damn, damn! He needed food! Before he went all mushy and soft-hearted and married the first guy to call him pretty.
Pretty.
Sigh.
It had been so long since someone called him pretty…
No! Damn! Focus! Find food, must find food. Harry searched the whole kitchen and went through all the cupboards before he finally found an old pack of noodles. He boiled the water, biting his nails in despair because it took so long, then finally the food was ready and he scoffed in.
After he was finished eating, Harry sat still on the chair, closing his eyes. Thank, Merlin! He was back! Gone was lovesick Harry, and back was Potter the hormonal teenage boy. The only problem now was that it had really been way too long since last time he'd gotten any, almost a month actually, and he was now ready to jump the first guy in sight. Fortunately he didn't expect anyone anytime soon. The Dursleys were visiting Aunt Marge, and wouldn't be home until later in the week. And who else would stop by at this time of the summer?
Suddenly the door bell rang, and Harry was quickly brought out of his musings. Who could be calling now? Maybe the mailman had a parcel to deliver or something. He got to his feet, walked over to the entrance and opened the door. His eyes immediately fell on a tall, slender, blonde boy.
Malfoy.
Malfoy with a baby.
Malfoy with a baby standing in front of his uncle's house in Little Whinging in the middle of the summer vacation.
Harry abruptly closed the door and sat down on the stairs.
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