Hey Chickadees! I know, I know, I'm a nerd. I'm a dork. I will soon be attending my dorkship ceremony. However, I just HAD to write another Chapter tonight. I couldn't resist. I have been thinking about it all day! Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Just like I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I don't own anything, remember. And ppppllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee review !
Chapter 2- The Returns
Buzzing, whizzing, screaming, shaking, and jumping. It actually felt very secure for James to be feeling these all at once. It meant that James was on his way home, to his real home, that is. The large, 50 ton machine that was currently causing many of its passengers to reconsider their lunches was the Hogwarts Express, the train that transported students to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Swinging around with a tooth to tooth smile, James gazed upon his friends: Sirius, Reamus, and Peter who were in an intense argument about how women like to be treated…oh dear Lord James thought as he chuckled…I really am home.
"He'll be home any minuet. Everyone, get in your places!1" said a beautiful red headed girl while she was attempting to crouch behind an overstuffed tan couch. She was gazing around excitedly. Her fiancé of 2 months was arriving home from his long sojourn in America. He had been away for 1 of the two months that they were engaged and she missed him deeply. Of course, she thought it was a little selfish that she did so due to the fact that Harry Potter, her fiancé, was away on Ministry orders. 'Harry is an Auror and his job can be very demanding' Ginny thought grudgingly. She had been telling herself this for the last month. Harry had called as much as possible, but she wanted human contact, she want to hold him, kiss him, feel him…
"I hear them!" Ginny was referring to the voices of Harry and his best friend and Ginny's brother Ron, who was also coming home from a month of Auror duties. Hermione, Ron's very pregnant, very emotional wife, squealed with delight. They heard Ron say that he really needed to get home to Hermione, but he would say hello to Ginny.
As Ron and Harry opened the door, a shower of booming voices, wishing them a happy home coming, reached their ears. Wine bottles had begun to pop and the music was already beginning to play as Hermione and Ginny made their ways to their men. Ginny was so happy to see Harry that she had to restrain herself from ripping his shirt off in the middle of the room. It looked like Harry was having the same internal struggle as Ginny. He looked more handsome than ever. As he was gazing at her lovingly, Ginny realized that she had never been as happy as she was now.
……… (Later on that night)
Harry and Ginny were snuggling on the large, cushioning sofa in the middle of their elegant living room. The whole room was decorated with beautiful, extravagant things. An ancient globe, a few paintings of important people, and most important of all, the Gryffindor Sword. Dumbledore had given it to Harry in his will. It was one of Harry's most treasured possessions. He loved everything about this room, though. Ginny had decorated it herself. As soon as Harry had moved back into the Potter Estate, Ginny took it upon herself to 'spruce' the place. Harry had thought that, though the walls and window's needed washing, nothing else was really necessary. Of course, Ginny, being quiet demanding when she wanted to be, insisted that if she was going to live in this house for the rest of her life, she needed to spruce. So…she spruced. He looked at her now, so beautiful, so independent yet caring, kind and forgiving.
Harry, like Ginny, was feeling utterly content. He hated being away from Ginny for such a long time. He had to seriously restrain himself from calling her 4 times a day. Ron had often called him pathetic because of his incessant drowns about Ginny. However, Harry knew better than to think that he wasn't doing the same over Hermione. Harry had keep the number of days, hours, minuets, seconds that until he saw Ginny again plastered in his head. He wasn't a stalker or anything, he just truly loved her. He loved her more than anything or anybody that he had ever loved before and he didn't want to loose her. But then again, in light of his new knowledge, he was sort of dreading coming home... He knew he had to tell her…it wasn't that big of a deal, but it was still a little disturbing. Its not like it would really affect our relationship, would it? I should tell her now, before it goes any further. 'Later…'Harry thought as Ginny began to ease into a deep, sensual kiss, slowly undoing his buttons. 'Later…'
So…I think that is as extensive as I am going to go into Ginny and Harry's relationship. That is, of course, unless you guys tell me you want more of them. I promise, I promise, I promise that there will be some Lilly and James action in the next chapter. I have really just wanted to lay the foundations of the story down and now I can get to the dirt. Reviews are wanted and I will continue if you want me to! And chapters will get longer if I know that I have people reading my stories!
Much love my chickadees, much love
Thanks to Ice Dagger my one and only reviewer tear
--chicken