Author's Note: Check out my new story, Love is Not Blind. It occurs on the
day I wrote it and will climax and end at Christmas, but instead of 2003,
it takes place in Harry Potter time. Anyway, thanks for reviewing and I
hope you like this chapter. I might not update in a while because of my
story, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Disclaimer: The solar system revolves around the sun, George Bush is president, and Tony Blair is Prime Minister. Do you see me anywhere? It's the same with Harry Potter.
Chapter 13: And How Do You Feel About That?
"Harry, you are dead meat," whispered George, hanging out of the window, an Extendable Ear hanging down. Fred just glared.
"He what!" cried Hermione.
"He kissed me, just after we left you and Ron," Ginny said, sobbing into her arms.
"Well." Hermione tried to find something to say. "What do you want? I mean, do you like Harry or are you going out with someone else?"
"I don't know! One minute he seems mad at me, then all of the sudden he turns around and kisses me," cried Ginny. As soon as she had left Harry and scurried into her room, Ginny had flung herself onto the bed and sobbed until Hermione's own return. Hermione looked thrilled and dreamy when she walked through Ginny's doorway, but quickly sobered when she saw the small red-head girl crying in front of her. All of Hermione's thoughts flew out the window as soon as she heard Ginny's news.
"Well, Ginny, I truly don't know what to say. I mean, you obviously didn't want Harry to kiss you, or did you?"
"I don't know!" sobbed Ginny, her shoulders shaking. "It was sudden, and even now I don't know what to think."
Hermione rubbed Ginny's back comfortingly. "We'll figure it out Ginny. Let's just get through dinner first."
Ginny quickly wiped her eyes, and Hermione used a wet washcloth to hide any evidence that Ginny had been crying. While Ginny tried to put all thoughts of Harry out of her mind by reading Hermione's arithmancy book, Hermione pulled some new clothes out of Ginny's drawer to replace the rumpled ones. Looking fresh and happy, Ginny walked stately into the kitchen to help her mother with supper.
Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Ron sat across from Hermione and between Harry and Fred. George sat next to Hermione, and on his other side, Ginny; Harry and Ginny were separated by enough people and objects to keep Ginny from going into hysterics. Harry, however, was very confused by Ginny's behavior. He himself was very happy with the kiss; Ginny seemed regretful and was avoiding him using every method in the book. In fact, Harry was beginning to think that Ginny wrote the book of avoidance. When Harry asked Ginny to pass the peas, Hermione passed it to him. Ginny didn't even look up.
Ron, however, had a delightful time at dinner. Between playing footsie under the table with Hermione, and eating all of his favorite dishes, Ron went to bed full and content that night.
"Ginny, how was your day?" asked Mr. Weasley from the end of the table. Startled, Ginny looked up.
"It was okay," she said with a shrug, and continued concentrating on her chicken. This really bothered Harry. Ginny's day had been fine? It had been spectacular! At least, it had been a great day for him. Harry lapsed into silence and, like Ginny, became occupied with his food; this left Ron the chance to stop talking to Harry and devote the rest of dinner to Hermione.
Throughout dinner, Fred and George looked murderously down the table at Harry, stabbing their chicken and cutting it with much more force then was needed. No one, especially not a family friend, kissed their baby sister without punishment.
Pulling his pajamas up, Harry smiled. He and Ron had just looked at each other and known that the other person had some stuff to think about, but were happy overall. Harry wasn't sure whether he was happy or not, but decided to relish the fact that he had kissed someone because he wanted to and not because someone wanted him to. He felt stupid, but he was sure everything would work out some way or another.
Ron, however, had no idea that Harry had kissed his baby sister and was happily dreaming about how he would spend his time on the Hogwarts Express with Hermione. Unbeknownst to them both, Fred and George were creeping up the stairs.
Author's note: I know that this chapter is short, but stay with me, folks. I'll try to have this story finished by summer (its one year anniversary), but I'm not making any promises. Life's lesson: everyone must review!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: The solar system revolves around the sun, George Bush is president, and Tony Blair is Prime Minister. Do you see me anywhere? It's the same with Harry Potter.
Chapter 13: And How Do You Feel About That?
"Harry, you are dead meat," whispered George, hanging out of the window, an Extendable Ear hanging down. Fred just glared.
"He what!" cried Hermione.
"He kissed me, just after we left you and Ron," Ginny said, sobbing into her arms.
"Well." Hermione tried to find something to say. "What do you want? I mean, do you like Harry or are you going out with someone else?"
"I don't know! One minute he seems mad at me, then all of the sudden he turns around and kisses me," cried Ginny. As soon as she had left Harry and scurried into her room, Ginny had flung herself onto the bed and sobbed until Hermione's own return. Hermione looked thrilled and dreamy when she walked through Ginny's doorway, but quickly sobered when she saw the small red-head girl crying in front of her. All of Hermione's thoughts flew out the window as soon as she heard Ginny's news.
"Well, Ginny, I truly don't know what to say. I mean, you obviously didn't want Harry to kiss you, or did you?"
"I don't know!" sobbed Ginny, her shoulders shaking. "It was sudden, and even now I don't know what to think."
Hermione rubbed Ginny's back comfortingly. "We'll figure it out Ginny. Let's just get through dinner first."
Ginny quickly wiped her eyes, and Hermione used a wet washcloth to hide any evidence that Ginny had been crying. While Ginny tried to put all thoughts of Harry out of her mind by reading Hermione's arithmancy book, Hermione pulled some new clothes out of Ginny's drawer to replace the rumpled ones. Looking fresh and happy, Ginny walked stately into the kitchen to help her mother with supper.
Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Ron sat across from Hermione and between Harry and Fred. George sat next to Hermione, and on his other side, Ginny; Harry and Ginny were separated by enough people and objects to keep Ginny from going into hysterics. Harry, however, was very confused by Ginny's behavior. He himself was very happy with the kiss; Ginny seemed regretful and was avoiding him using every method in the book. In fact, Harry was beginning to think that Ginny wrote the book of avoidance. When Harry asked Ginny to pass the peas, Hermione passed it to him. Ginny didn't even look up.
Ron, however, had a delightful time at dinner. Between playing footsie under the table with Hermione, and eating all of his favorite dishes, Ron went to bed full and content that night.
"Ginny, how was your day?" asked Mr. Weasley from the end of the table. Startled, Ginny looked up.
"It was okay," she said with a shrug, and continued concentrating on her chicken. This really bothered Harry. Ginny's day had been fine? It had been spectacular! At least, it had been a great day for him. Harry lapsed into silence and, like Ginny, became occupied with his food; this left Ron the chance to stop talking to Harry and devote the rest of dinner to Hermione.
Throughout dinner, Fred and George looked murderously down the table at Harry, stabbing their chicken and cutting it with much more force then was needed. No one, especially not a family friend, kissed their baby sister without punishment.
Pulling his pajamas up, Harry smiled. He and Ron had just looked at each other and known that the other person had some stuff to think about, but were happy overall. Harry wasn't sure whether he was happy or not, but decided to relish the fact that he had kissed someone because he wanted to and not because someone wanted him to. He felt stupid, but he was sure everything would work out some way or another.
Ron, however, had no idea that Harry had kissed his baby sister and was happily dreaming about how he would spend his time on the Hogwarts Express with Hermione. Unbeknownst to them both, Fred and George were creeping up the stairs.
Author's note: I know that this chapter is short, but stay with me, folks. I'll try to have this story finished by summer (its one year anniversary), but I'm not making any promises. Life's lesson: everyone must review!!!!!!!