7/21/05

AL-I-Bus Presents

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

After the Wedding, Before the War

Nice response to a Fanfiction makes an author very excited. So now, in a nearly unprecedented move (since my lemony youth anyway) I am quickly moving to produce chapter 2. Go ahead and read chapter 1 if you haven't or this may seem kinda disjointed. I really don't have a plan of action, but if I can get something, anything, down on paper right away, I feel like I'll be able to get something solid done in no time. So please enjoy!

Harry Potter, and all of the characters mentioned below are the original creations of J.K. Rowling and, as such, are her intellectual and legal property, unless she foolishly sold them to someone. I hastily agree to accept no funds, or benefit myself in any tangible manner from the forthcoming tale. This is just me, using the characters that I have grown to love in the way that my insane, and often empty, mind wants to. Flames, endorsements, critiques, and comments are more than welcome.

Chapter 2: Lawn Gomes, Prefects, REVENGE!

When Harry reluctantly pulled his lips away from Ginny's, an audible smack reverberated across the Weasly's garden. "Ginny!" he eyed her critically, "What did you do to them?"

The red headed 5th year tossed her head, hiding a mischievous smile behind her shoulder. Harry wouldn't have noticed anyhow, his eyes followed her crimson mane, glowing in the increasing moonlight. He smiled while waiting for her answer, his hand dragging lazily through her hair.

"I simply gave them a push in the right direction. We both knew they certainly belonged to each other. So why let them…" she raised her hands and shrugged, "keep wasting time we might not have?"

Harry stared into her eyes; her absolute comprehension of the situation shocked him. For the baby of the family, she certainly caught the exact meaning of many situations. Ginny had opted not to change after the ceremony. She was still clad in her light green dress. It ran down to her ankles, but had two high slits that ran nearly up to her waist. The bust line was respectable, but Mrs. Weasly had nearly erupted into a conniption at the suggestive and alluring slits. She had placated her mother's disapproval of such a revealing outfit by complimenting the stunning green gown with a beautiful spring hat that had been in her mother's family for generation.

"Harry, tell me…" she smiled shyly, "what did you think of my gown?" Harry swallowed hard. He had anticipated this question the entire wedding, but Ginny had shocked him by keeping quiet. He had spent much of the beautiful wedding and the reception practicing his answer. But now, faced with his beloved's baby blues he was having trouble getting the proverbial cat off his tongue.

Ginny's sweet smile began to slowly fade as she waited for Harry's response. He tried to stammer out a response, but as her left eyebrow arched and then began to twitch he felt his breath catch in his throat. The freckles on her face disappeared as the skin on her face assumed a rosy hue of its own.

"HARRY!" she grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him violently, "TELL ME HOW PRETTY I LOOK!"

The Potter boy found himself giggling as he withheld a sight that would have made a lesser man shiver. He had battled Voldemort over and over again, but not once in his life had he encountered such a fierce visage. Gently grasping Ginny's forearms Harry placed a soft kiss on her nose. If possible, Ginny Weasly felt her face redden even more.

Potter wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and leaned back into the lawn chair. Whispering a few magical words, Harry magically lifted the chair up into the sky. They rose above the garden and came to a jarring stop several feet above the roof level of the house.

"Ow!" Ginny exclaimed rubbing her neck, "Bollucks that wasn't smooth!" Harry grinned widely. He pointed down to the legs of the chair and Ginny saw a train of lawn gnomes dangling far above the garden. She shrieked in fright as the gnomes began to climb up to the relative safety of the chair.

"Oh Merlin! Harry Harry get them off they are so gross! And MY DRESS!"

One of the gnomes had clamored all over Ginny leaving muddy little footprints all over her green gown. The other gnomes soon followed his lead, and sat perched upon the youngest Weasly's crown.

Laughing loudly Harry uttered the words necessary, and Ginny shrieked again as a small bolt of light struck near her forehead. A moment later she watched as several small figures sprawled on the lawn several meters below. The Gnomes quickly scattered as Crookshanks burst from the kitchen window, but one of the garden Gnomes raised a fist in defiance at the couple.

Ginny frowned at the muddy prints that were now scattered across her midsection and chest. She noticed Harry stifling another laugh and stuck her tongue out at him. Resting her head against his shoulder she spoke at a low pitch.

"Harry? Will you come back to me when this is over?" She let the silence hang in the air for a moment. "I'd really like for you to. I think…I think I've been waiting my entire life for you Harry." His smile dimmed slightly. She could feel as a touch of sadness entered his body. He tried to respond, but she stopped him with a gentle caress.

"You have to come back to me, and you need to bring my brother and my best friend back to me as well. I'm not giving you a choice. The three of you are meant to be together, and, well, Harry." She tilted her head up, unshed tears glistening in her eyes, "I love you." He tightened his grip on her, pressing his lips into the top of her head. "I love you too Ginny Weasly, and I will be back, I promise."

A sudden jolt shook the chair and Ginny cried out in horror as she slid from Harry's lap towards the garden below. He quickly grasped her wrist and silently cast the spell that would levitate her. Looking down he saw a grinning Ron standing behind a determined looking Hermione. Hermione's wand was pointed at the chair and he could see her lips moving in a chant.

"I'm innocent Hermione! It was all, this one here," Harry pointed with one finger at Ginny. Releasing control over the chair, he allowed Hermione to guide it to the grown. He noticed that Ginny had a slightly miffed look on her face.

"My towel Ginny! Honestly, you are such an insufferable brat!" Hermione launched herself at her best friend. Ginny's dress was certainly ruined now. The couple playfully rolled around the grass, Hermione certainly had the upper hand. Ron and Harry stared at the struggling individuals, neither stepping forward to break up the scrum.

Obviously muggle and wizarding males aren't that different.

"So," Harry patted Ron on the back with one hand, wiping away a bit of drool with the other, "I heard you finally made the big move!" Ron turned scarlet and cleared his throat, indicating that Harry should shut up. Obviously, he had no interest in his sister, but Hermione's T-Shirt had become torn in the fight. There was a considerable amount of scantily clad bouncing going on.

Just as Ginny turned the tables, and pinned a heavily breathing Hermione to the ground, several small blurs shot out and attached themselves to her face and hair. She fell to the ground, several lawn gnomes pinching at her freckled skin and tugging and tying knots into her red hair. Ginny screamed in fear and tried to tug the gnomes off, but they refused to go quietly. They recalled the look of derision that Ginny had given them as they simply tried to climb to safety. Today revenge would be theirs.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked on in shock. Their gazes met and then the Golden Trio sprawled out under the moonlight in laughter. Ginny's screams echoed throughout the night.