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Chapter Two: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
"Harry. Wake up." Someone was calling his name. And poking him in the back.
"Come on Harry, you great prat. Wake. Up." No, no one was calling him. He must be dreaming. It was much too late at night to be poked in the back.
"Harry, Ginny is in a towel, sitting at the end of your bed."
"What?" Harry said loudly, sitting up quickly and pulling on his glasses.
"Thought that would get him up," George said, winking at Fred. "But a word of advice, Harry, dear boy—"
"—don't ever look at our sister in a towel—"
"—or we'll pound you into the ground."
Harry sighed.
"Alright. What are you two doing here at"—he paused to check his bedside clock—" 11:30 at night?" Fred tapped the side of his nose.
"Ah, now that's the thing. You see, we're sick of our dear brother and the lovely Miss Granger arguing every spare second."
"You came in here in the dead of night to tell me that?" Harry asked, annoyed. George glared at him.
"Of course not. We came here to tell you we've got a plan to stop the fighting!"
"Oh," Harry said, straightening up. This should be interesting.
"Oh is right. You see, we simply—"
"—lock 'em up in the Room of Requirement together—"
"—and don't let them leave until they kiss and make-up!"
"Genius, no?"
"That's a great idea. But how exactly do I fit into all this?" Harry asked perplexedly. George sighed.
"Well, see, we need someone to get Ron down to the Room of Requirement by midnight. That's where you come in," he explained.
"Oh," Harry said again. "Alright. But what about Hermione?" Fred smiled slightly.
"We'll leave that up to Gin. But the problem is, somebody needs to go tell her," he sighed, pushing a few ginger locks out of his eyes.
"Right. Well, how're you going to do that? The staircase doesn't let boys up, does it?" Harry inquired. Fred and George exchanged looks.
"The staircase is fooled by invisibility cloaks," George said, raising an eyebrow. Harry nodded, comprehension dawning.
"Ok. So you need to borrow it?"
"Er—no, not exactly. We need you to do it. You see, dear Gred and I here need to prepare the Room," Fred explained, smiling rather sinisterly. Harry went white.
"Let me get this straight. I have to go to the girls' dormitories—"
"Yes."
"—and wake up Ginny—"
"Now he's catching on!"
"—and explain the 'plan' to her?"
"We've got a real smart one on our hands here, Forge," George said solemnly, shaking his head.
"A regular Einstein," Fred agreed, patting Harry on the shoulder. Harry went from white to red. To have to go into Ginny's dormitory. Where she was asleep. And he had to do this alone. Harry wasn't sure he trusted himself. Fred eyed him appraisingly.
"There's to be no funny business," he warned, as though he knew what Harry was thinking.
"We know you fancy Ginny, Harry—"
"—but don't go taking advantage of her. She's—"
"—just a kid, after all." Harry, if possible, flushed even more.
"I—I don't fancy Ginny," he said weakly.
"Right," George said sarcastically.
"You always were a bad liar, Harry," Fred sighed. "Ah well. Dear Gred and I have got to be going. Do make sure you bring Ron. Oh, and make sure he and Hermione don't bring their wands. We don't want to risk them escaping the Room still on bad terms. Do you think you can manage that?"
"Sure," Harry said, gulping. "Of course." The twins exchanged looks, and then slipped silently out of the dormitory. Harry sighed, glancing at the clock. It was 11:45. He'd better hurry. Quickly, he leapt up and pulled on his dressing gown and slippers. He grabbed his invisibility cloak from the bottom of his trunk, and headed out of the dormitory, pulling it on as went.
Within a short while—much shorter than Harry would have liked—he had arrived at the girls' staircase. He took a deep breath to steel himself, and then hesitantly stepped onto the first step. No slide appeared. The staircase remained in tact. Silently, Harry climbed the remaining stairs, and then was faced with an array of doors. He finally found one labeled, "Fourth Year Girls". This must be Ginny's dormitory.
He turned the handle of the door, and found it opened smoothly. He entered the room, admiring the plush carpet and red and gold painted walls. Ginny's bed was the third to the left, he soon discovered. He never would have known had it not been for the picture on her bed table. It was one featuring himself, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. Ginny and Hermione were standing next to each other, and Harry and Ron were leaning in, Harry kissing Ginny on the cheek, Ron kissing Hermione on hers. Then all four fell back laughing.
Harry smiled reminiscently, and then, as quietly as possible, drew back the hangings of the bed. Ginny was curled up in a ball, the covers drawn to her chin. Harry reached forward and touched her dark red hair gently.
"I love you, Gin," he murmured. Sighing, he gently placed a hand over her mouth and leant in so he was level with her ear.
"Ginny," he said softly. "Wake up." Ginny was a light sleeper, and her eyes immediately snapped open. As expected, she screamed, but Harry's hand muffled the sound.
"Sh!" he hissed. "Be quiet!" Ginny reached up, prying his hand away from her mouth and sitting up.
"Harry James Potter!" she whispered angrily. "What the bloody hell are you doing in the girls' dormitories!" Sighing, he sat down on the edge of her bed.
"It's not my fault!" Harry protested. "Fred and George sent me. See, they've got a plan"—
"Oh no," Ginny moaned. "Not another one!"
"No, this one's pretty good," Harry corrected. "Let me explain." As quickly as possible, he told Ginny of Fred and George's idea. Ginny's mood went from angry to thrilled in the space of two minutes.
"That's brilliant!" she breathed. "I'm getting rather sick of their arguing, too. They'll hate us, but it'll be for the best."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "So. Get Hermione up and have her at the Room by a little after midnight. Oh, and make sure she doesn't bring her wand."
"Yes, sir," Ginny said cheekily. Harry rolled his eyes, and stood up.
"Well…see you later," he said, finishing rather lamely. Unexpectedly, Ginny reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're a good friend, Harry," she murmured. Harry's face felt hot again.
"Er…er…so are you," he responded shakily. "Well…bye." And with that, he slipped out of the dormitory. This was going to be a long night.
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