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A/N: long awaited chapter I know. I had a major block and just as it came it suddenly went away...could it be faith? No...It's the spirits from above...yeah right...so read this and don't forget to enjoy. Love you all!

Chapter Eight

The Brave Little Oven?

"Argh!" a deep groan escaped Ginny's lips as the bright light of the room hit her eyes. She had a terrible headache and she felt like she had just had full frontal date with the Hogwarts Express. "Can someone turn off the sun?" she lifted up her arm to prevent any light getting to her eyes but it felt as heavy as Eunice Roseland ego. "Oy! I'm get blind here you bloody sods!"

"Ginny!" she heard a familiar voice cheering on its way to her bed. At the last thought she pulled herself up, slowly of course because she felt like Horace Slughorn after a Christmas party gone wild, as she finally straightened up a bone crashing hug battered her and she was out of breath. "Thank Merlin you're okay! We were so worried when they flooed us from the Hospital and said you lost your conscious!" then the person kissed her cheek and freed her from the strong embraced and she was at last able to see who it was.

"Jonathan!" she panted in awe and held her chest as her breath quickened. "What are you doing here?" she then looked around and noted for the first time that she wasn't at her own bed nor at Harry's were she spent last night. "Where am I?"

"You're in St.Mungo, dear, don't you remember? You hit your head, sugar." He pointed at the bandage on her forehead and then rubbed her hand warmly.

"Where is Harry?" she looked at the door hoping he will come I any moment now.

"His at work. He said he'll be here later."

"My mum and dad why aren't they here?"

"We sent them home to get some rest."

"We? Whose "we" are you talking about?"

"George and me." he took away his hand from Ginny and looked down expecting her to say something or more likely to throw something at him.

"Why isn't he here?" she avoided Jonathan's eyes and looked at her own hands.

"He's at the Cafeteria grabbing something lunch." He heard Ginny take deep rasps and then a moan of pain and his head shot back up. "Are you okay?"

"He's married." She smoothen her bandage and gave Jonathan an uneven smile. "Harry I mean."

"Who's married?" at this both Jonathan and Ginny turned their head to the door both groaning at the fast move that made their necks hurt and they saw George at the door holding two large sandwiches. "Oh, Ginny."

"George." She said slowly.

"Jonathan." George said carefully but then recollected himself. "Jonathan!" he walked over and took the seat by his boyfriend and handed him the sandwich. "Didn't want you to starve on Me." with a small thank you Jonathan took it and George smiled warmly at him.

"Tell me George," Ginny began to say carefully as she watched the two men in front of her. "Were you always a Bette Midler fan?" Jonathan chocked on his sandwich and after a few coughs began to laugh as George stared over at Ginny who smirked at him.

"No Gin, I think he's more of a Streisand fan." Jonathan commented and then Ginny joined him too and they laughed hysterically then paused and saw George's even more confused face and laughed even harder.

"Ginny I thought you would know that I'm a Harpies fan!" George tried to defend himself but his comment resolve more laughter from Ginny and Jonathan so he just gave up and joined them having no idea what they were laughing at.

"God, I needed a good laugh." Ginny sighed heavily and rubbed her stomach after laughing so hard. "I don't want to create a gushy scene so I'm just going to say this: You-" she pointed at George. "-should've told me sooner you were gay or at least that you thing you're one. And you-" she pointed at Jonathan. "-should be careful not to hurt my brother or else…" she gave them her most dangerous look and then as if nothing happened she beamed at the two men who finally felt it was okay to smile.

"Why did you say that Harry is married?" asked Jonathan as he nibbled his sandwich.

"HARRY'S MARRIED?" George cried in astonishment and stood up so fast that his chair fell down with a loud noise.

"Could you be any louder?"

"Sorry there Gin," he placed his chair back up and set down as Jonathan gave rolled his eyes. "He's married? When did he ever have the chance to get married?"

"I never really asked him when he got married."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because, George, I blacked out before I had the opportunity to ask him." Her voice was quite calm and not the shaky one she usually had whenever she found out something bad. "But I assume he did it in Egypt."

"How do you know?"

"I met his wife."

"You met his WIFE?" both men said in an undeniable harmony, that Ginny thought really figures them.

"She was the one to pass the happy news."

"What a bitch!" George spat.

"Such a skunk!" Jonathan joined and they both nodded in agreement. "And don't think for a moment that I'm letting Harry out of it!"

"Absolutely not!" George approved. "He should have said something to you before he got into your knickers, remind me to tell Fred, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Percy to pay him a visit." He balled his hands to fists and punched the mattress.

"No Visits!" Ginny warned and glared at her ready to combat brother. "At least not yet." She smiled deviously at him.

"Forget the toaster, you're an oven!" Jonathon winked at Ginny and she replied with a genuine smile at George's confusion. "You do know that before you worry about Cleopatra and Mark Anthony you should worry about that interview of yours."

"Let's see, Gay brother: Check! Married boyfriend: check! Jobless me: check! I think all I need now is to die in a fire and I achieved my life goals!" she said with a fake smile and jumped up and down.

"Well Ginny-Sue," he said in a fake southern accent. "For someone with the most horrible luck you sure are perky." Jonathan shifted in his seat and glanced awkwardly at her direction while trying to suppress a laugh.

"I was being sarcastic." She rolled her eyes and kept on saying. "Thank you for reminding me that horrible piece of information maybe now that he's married the title will be given to someone else." She clapped her hands and looked up at the sealing. "Please let it be someone else!"

"You can do a wedding issue instead." Suggested George and earned himself a new round of yells from Ginny.

"This is my insanity were talking about!" she roared. "Damn fool must be the spawn of Satan coming up with something like that! Didn't you just see me thank the lord? One might think you're trying to get rid of Me." her eyes then bulged out. "You're trying to get rid of me! My own brother! My flesh and blood-"

"You want to do it?" asked George quietly as Ginny rambled on frantically.

"You're her brother and she already suspects you." Answered Jonathan and tried not to laugh at Ginny's speech.

"It will only increase later!"

"It'll her to calm down! I think the bang from the table freed some screws up her pretty little head."

"Fine I'll do it!" George drew out his wand and made sure Ginny wasn't watching him. "But I'm not happy doing this."

"-That's why I say: Constant Vigilanc-"

"Stupefy!" with on red light Ginny was knocked out back on her bed and looked like she was fast asleep. "I had being the bad guy." George said as he placed his wand back in his robe pocket. As he and Jonathan made the way out after picking up their belongings he remembered something. "Jonnie," he said. "What's a Bette Midler?"

A/N: next chapter, confrontations! Dun dun duuuunnn!

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