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"Hey Ginny? Where's Ron and Hermione?" he asked as they walked up the stairs together.
"I don't know. Ron went to the bathroom about five minutes ago and Hermione was supposed to be in the bathroom too…" her voice trailed away.
"You don't think he walked in on her do you?" Harry asked, frightened of what Hermione might have done to Ron if that actually did happen.
"I'm not sure- wait…do you hear that?" she asked as she put a hand out in front of Harry to make him stop. She walked over to Hermione's door and smiled.
"Oh don't worry Harry, I've found them." She told him pointing a finger to the door. Hermione and Ron were still arguing, but even louder than before. Ginny got a hold of Harry's arms again and pulled him to his room.
"Well, this is where you and Ron will be staying while we're here." Ginny sat down on Ron's bed, as Harry put his trunk down next to his. "I think Hermione was so kind in inviting us over, don't you?"
"Yeah but, anywhere is better than staying with the Dursley's." he said, sitting next to Ginny.
"Did they treat you alright this summer?" Harry gave her a what-do-you-think kind of look.
"The usual. They were a lot more frightened though to hear that since my 17th birthday passed, I can now do magic at home. So they lightened up a bit."
"Good, they should be scared. Now you can hex them whenever you like." She said laughing. Harry stared at her.
"What?" she asked shyly.
"Nothing. I just missed hearing you laugh." She flashed another smile at him that made his heart skip a beat. He reached over and touched her face. Her skin was warm and soft. He pulled her closer and kissed her gently. Ginny giggled and he kissed her again. She lay back onto the bed, as Harry situated himself on top of her. Ginny had wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave a soft moan when Harry kissed her neck.
Before they knew it, the door flew open and Ron stood at the foot of his bed.
"Ginny! Harry! What are you doing!" Harry quickly got off Ginny and moved as far away from her as he could. Ginny, on the other hand, gave Ron a deadly stare.
"What we're doing is none of your business!" she said sitting up and running a few fingers threw her tangled hair.
"Yes it is! You two were in here snogging! With mum and dad right downstairs!" he said to her. Ginny stood up and walked over to him.
"So? If they saw us, then that'd be our problem! Not yours!" she said flaming up.
"Whatever Ginny! Just get out f you don't want me to worry about you!" he said turning away.
"Why worry? This is Harry, not Dean or Michael! I wish you and everyone else in this bloody family would stop treating me like I'm a baby! I'm old enough to protect myself and I don't need you ruining my life!" she said, storming out of the room. Ron didn't say anything for quite a while. He just lay on his bed and looked at the ceiling. Harry wanted to say something, but couldn't help feeling responsible for him and Ginny arguing.
"Why did I come here anyway?" Ron finally asked. Harry looked at him.
"Because…your best friend's birthday is in three days?" Ron sat up and put his back against the wall.
"Are you sure we're best friends?" Harry froze. 'Does Ron not want to be my best friend anymore?' he asked himself. "I mean…we fight all the time. Best friends don't do that, do they?" 'Wait…Ron and I don't fight all the time. That means it's not me. So he's talking about Hermione?'
"What did you two argue about this time?"
"It was something stupid really. I was walking back from the bathroom, when I heard some strange music. I found out it was coming from Hermione's room. I opened her door, and she was in there, but she was singing with the music. When she saw me watching, she got all angry and asked me why I didn't knock. She got so mad, that she turned all pink. It was funny, but I didn't laugh. I couldn't, she gets way worked up about things. I think it's all the reading you know, it's getting to her head." Harry laughed. It had to be Ron who thought reading was bad for you.
"I hate him!" yelled Ginny, covering her face.
"You don't hate him, you're just angry with him. You'll get over it soon." Hermione told her.
"No, I won't. I told him, I'm tired of him and everyone interfering in my life! What I do is none of their business."
"I understand Ginny, but don't you think he was just shocked to see his sister and his best friend in that sort of position?"
"I don't care." She said to Hermione. "And why are you trying to defend him? Aren't you still mad at him?" Hermione turned away.
"Yeah, I guess." She said quietly.
"What do you mean 'I guess'?"
"I just…I don't like it when we argue. I mean, we're best friends aren't we? It's staring to happen to often. We bicker about the most silliest things…it's a wonder that we're even best friends."
"I think it's a sign." Ginny said smiling.
"What?" Hermione said looking at Ginny.
"Do I have to explain it to you? I thought you were smart."
"What are you talking about?" she was confused and wanted to know what Ginny meant.
"Nothing. If you don't know by now, then I'm afraid you never will know." Ginny had gotten up and left. Hermione sat on her bed and tried to figure out what she was telling her. Why did Ginny think that her and Ron fighting was a sign? She cleared her thoughts quickly and decided that she go downstairs.
Downstairs everyone was occupied with something. Mrs. Granger was teaching Molly how to use a dishwasher. Mr. Granger was now explaining to Arthur how a computer works. Harry and Ron were sitting in the corner talking about something that seemed very interesting. Ginny was playing happily with Crookshanks, but Hermione didn't feel like talking. She grabbed a book from her parents' bookshelf and sat down to read. But as much as she did want to read, her mind kept wandering back to what Ginny had said.
She looked down at her book and began to read. And just as she was getting into it, the doorbell rang. All the Weasleys jumped and looked around to figure out what made that noise.
"Don't worry, it's just the doorbell." Harry said, and they resumed their normal positions.
"I'll get it." Hermione said, walking over to the front door.
"Hi Hermione." A boy that looked about seventeen years old stood in the doorway.
"Ricky, hi." Hermione's face brightened.
"Here's your paper." He stuck out a hand that held a neatly tied newspaper.
"Thank you." She said slightly blushing.
"Well…see you tomorrow."
"Yeah." She closed the door slowly pressed her back to it.
"Who was that?" Ron was standing a couple feet away from Hermione, and had a rather serious look on his face.
"What do you care?" she asked sitting in her chair and taking up her book again.
"I don't. I just wanted to know." He said, still looking at her.
"It was just the paper boy."
"The what?" he asked.
"The paperboy. Instead of having owls like wizards do, muggles have people deliver their mail." She said from behind her book.
"Oh. He comes here everyday?"
"Sometimes he has different routes to take, so no, not everyday…why?" he looked at Harry and then back at her.
"I already told you, I just wanted to know." Hermione noticed that for some reason, Harry and Ginny both shook their heads. She forgot it, and went on reading her book.
"That was delicious Mrs. Granger." Ginny said politely before she excused herself from the table. One by one, everyone began to leave the dining room and then headed to their own bedroom. She opened her door to find Hermione sitting at her desk. She was writing in a small book, which Ginny guess was a diary. She was surprised that someone like Hermione would have a diary, but didn't say anything about it. Hermione had quickly thrown it into her desk drawer and locked it with a key.
"Hi." She said sweetly.
"Hey." Ginny said looking for her trunk. She grabbed a towel and her pajamas and turned to Hermione.
"You like him don't you?" she said. Hermione looked at Ginny seriously.
"Like who?" she asked.
"That paperboy. Ricky, was it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said looking away. Ginny could see that her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.
"Oh, that's good." She said sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed. "I didn't think he was cute anyway."
"Y-you didn't?" she asked.
"No, did you?"
"No! O-of course not." Hermione said, laughing nervously.
"Good. Well, I'm going to take a shower now. Be back in a few minutes."
"Okay." As soon as Ginny left, Hermione put her head down on her desk. She had to admit; she did feel that Ricky was cute. But remembering what Ginny had said, she didn't think that he was anymore. After all, a best friend's opinions were very important to a girl.
Ginny walked down the hallway cheerfully. She didn't mean what she said to Hermione, she actually did think that Ricky was good-looking. But she didn't want her to like Ricky; she had someone else in mind. Someone that she knows Hermione likes, but just doesn't realize yet.
Ron searched rather aggressively through his trunk to find his towel. He had been like this all through dinner. He didn't have a reason to feel gloomy, he just…was. Harry walked into the room to find Ron's stuff scattered all over the floor. He carefully stepped over everything and landed on his bed. All the while, he didn't say anything. He watched Ron kick his things aside and move to the door.
"You're going to have to wait a while. Ginny's in the bath." Harry said. Ron snorted, went to his bed, and dropped down hard. He wanted to ask him what was wrong, but Ron didn't look like he was feeling to talk.
About ten minutes later, Ron got up and left the room. Harry wondered where he was going, but got his answer as he soon came back. He threw his towel back into his trunk and changed quickly into his pajamas.
"Ginny's still in the shower. I'll take a stupid bath in the morning." Ron said as he pulled his covers over him. Harry did the same.
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