Of Love and Dungbombs

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a genius. I'm not. Enough said. Haha.

Revised.

Chapter 2 – Underneath This Smile

Ron had already gone through all the shirts in his closet when his sister knocked on his door the next morning. He stepped over the pile of shirts on his floor and opened the door.

"Ginny! Thank goodness you're here!" Ron exclaimed, giving her a hug. "Help me figure out what to wear!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ron, I don't think Hermione is going to care what shirt you've got."

"Who says this has anything to do with Hermione?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Okay! It does! So what should I wear?"

Ginny bent down and picked up a yellow tee shirt. "What's wrong with this one?" Ginny asked. "Duh! Hermione doesn't like that shade of yellow!" Ron said as though wearing that shirt would be the end of the world. Ginny tossed the shirt on his bed and bent down to find another one. When she stood up again she was holding a dark green, long sleeved shirt.

"Wear this one. It brings out the color of your eyes."

"Thanks Gin. You're the best!" Ron declared, reaching over to give her a hug.

As Ginny walked out of the room, she started giggling quietly. "He's so stupid." She laughed to herself.

"You know, talking to yourself is usually the first sign of insanity." Harry joked from behind her. Ginny, who had jumped at the sound of his voice, blushed slightly as Harry laughed at his own joke.

"Oh, it's just you." Ginny said as she turned around to face him.

"Just me? I'm hurt. Really, I am." Harry teased.

"Will a hug make you feel better?" Ginny inquired.

"Well it wouldn't hurt." Harry replied.

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Breakfast the next morning was a lot quieter than usual with Mr. Weasley gone to work and the twins in their room sulking. "Meals are so boring without the twins." Ginny often said. But Harry was actually quite grateful for the quiet. He had barely gotten any sleep last night and the sleep he did get was not very good. Nightmares of Sirius' death had woken him several times during the night. Eventually he had given up on sleeping and opened up his copy of Quidditch Throughout The Ages. He had never told anyone that he had these nightmares although he assumed Ron must know as they had been sharing a room for the last couple weeks but thankfully Ron had never mentioned anything. Harry felt as though he had to be strong. As though, someone would figure him weak if they knew. He could just imagine what Draco and the other Slytherines would do if they found out. And so he kept quiet.

Once Ron, Harry and Ginny had finished, they headed to the kitchen to do the dishes. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't usually let a guest do dishes but she had left after she eating to go to town and Harry had insisted on helping. The system they had was as follows: Ginny would wash the dishes, Harry would dry them, and Ron would put them away. Laughing and joking as they went, the sink slowly emptied.

Ding Dong!

"I'll get it!" Ron yelled, as he ran to the door.

Harry and Ginny stayed in the kitchen to finish the dishes, sneaking glances at each other occasionally. When they were done, Ginny reached into the sink, through the bubbles, to pull the plug but changed her mind half way. She turned to Harry and raised her bubbly hand. Her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You wouldn't!" Harry replied, eyes wide, knowing exactly what Ginny was about to do.

"Oh really?" She waved her hand wildly through the air... and a bunch of soapy water hit Harry right in the face. Harry stood there blinking for a minute before replying "You. Are. So. Dead." He grabbed a soapy sponge and wrung it over her head. Ginny grabbed the other sponge and an all out water war followed.

The pair chased each other around the kitchen, both soaking wet, slipping and sliding on the slippery floor. Soon Ginny had Harry cornered and advanced on him, dripping sponge in hand. "I got you now!" Ginny yelled triumphantly. In one last desperate attempt to escape, Harry took a step backward, but slipped on the floor and went crashing to the ground, pulling Ginny down with him. Still on top of him, Ginny burst in to laughter. Harry soon joined in. And they sat there, laughing uncontrollably for quite awhile.

Harry hadn't laughed that hard since Moody had transformed Malfoy into a ferret. Not that Ron wasn't funny or anything but compared to Ginny, Ron was just…dull. Ginny didn't even have to do anything to make Harry laugh. If she started to laugh so would he. Her laughter was just so contagious, he just couldn't help it. Ginny was tough, but gentle at the same time. Harry couldn't explain it. He felt as though he was almost attached to her. As if he knew that she too was hiding something that would deem her weak.

Harry stood up (once they had stopped laughing), reached out for Ginny's hand and pulled her up beside him. Still holding his hand Ginny attempted to take a step toward him but ended up back on the ground. Damn my clumsiness! That was the perfect moment too… Harry started laughing again.

"Nice…Fall!" Harry chocked out while trying to keep a straight face. Ginny attempted to scowl but ended up smiling at him instead. "Come on Harry. Let's get this cleaned up."

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Meanwhile, Ron ran to the door, his heart beating a mile a minute. This was it. She was finally here and Ron was finally going to tell her how he felt. He stopped suddenly in front of the door, a spit second away from running into it. Okay, this is it. Calm down. Look cool. It's go time. He stretched out his arm, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door

Yup, a cliffhanger. Or at least my attempt at one. shifty eys