Chapter IV
Harry's hand quickly rummaged around the night table for his glasses. He hadn't been asleep for more than an hour. And that was only a guess. He put them on and squinted at the end of the bed, where he saw a figure huddled.
"T-Tori?" he stuttered not fully awake, but on his way to being there. She looked up at him.
"Hm…?" she said, as though it were usual to be crouched at the end of someone's bed at two 'o' clock in the morning. He stared at her dumbfounded for a couple of minutes longer.
"You're wondering what I'm doing here at two in the morning," she said crawling towards the top of the bed where he was, "I'm sorry. But I couldn't sleep. I figured if I came in here with you, I'd be able to sleep better." She lay down next to him.
"I know how you feel about Ginny and how she feels about you. I'm not trying to change any of that. I'm just not used to sleeping by myself…" she mumbled right before falling fast asleep. He sighed and quickly fell asleep as well.
"Oh my God! Harry you should've come with us to Fred and George's shop. They let see all their-," Ron started to say as he came bursting into his room and stopped once he noticed Tori clutching onto Harry's side.
"Um…Harry. What are you and Tori doing in the same bed?" Ron asked as Harry's eyes slowly eased open, "Actually, what are you and Tori doing in my bed together?" Harry looked down at Tori, who was clutching onto his side for dear life. He then looked at his best friend and shrugged his shoulders.
"You don't know! You don't know! How the bloody hell can you not know!" Ron tried not to yell and luckily only succeeded in raising his voice a little. Right at that moment, George came into the room, carrying only God knows what. He looked at Harry and said, "Fred's not gonna be happy about this." Harry sat up quickly, knocking Tori off of him. She mumbled something and quickly fell back asleep.
"It-it's not how it looks," Harry stuttered as he attempted to put on his glasses. Ron sat down at the end of the bed while George remained in the doorway.
"Oh really?" he asked softly as he made himself comfortable, "Then tell me how it does look because the picture that me and George are getting is that you and she slept together."
"Well, we did. But not like that," Harry started, "I woke up around two this morning and she was sitting at the end of the bed. She said that she's not used to sleeping alone and before I got a chance to say anything, she had crawled up here and gone to sleep." Ron looked at him closely.
"You know there's ways we can figure out if you're telling the truth. You're lucky I'm no good at potions." Harry smiled and Tori slowly sat up.
"Morning Ron, George," she said sleepily, "You too, Harry. If you don't mind I'm going to go take a shower now." And with that, she got up and left the three boys alone.
"Okay. Now that she's gone, Harry, you've gotta get up and get dressed. Mum wants us to go to St. Mungo's. Apparently, there's someone there that we happen to know," Ron said also standing up to leave. Harry nodded and threw the blankets off of him. He quickly got dressed, not even bothering with his hair. He had learned better over the years.
They all quickly made their way downstairs and outside where Mrs.Weasley was herding the lot of them into separate cars.
"Are we gonna do what we did when dad was in St. Mungo's?" Ron asked from the back seat, as he and Harry had been herded into the same car as Mrs.Weasley, Tonk (whom had learned to drive muggle vehicles), Ginny, and Hermione.
"Yes, Ron," his mother replied exasperated. Ron nodded; he didn't feel anything else should be said.