Fire of the Phoenix

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Chapter20 Calming the Storm.

Harry inwardly thought, "Oh, shit," when he saw Ron come after him, with his fists clenched.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to my sister? I accepted the fact that the two of you are together, but not sleeping together!" Ron's face was red with rage. "You have no right to do that to my sister!"

Harry spoke with his best matter of fact voice, and replied. "Well, first of all, we haven't done anything. Anyways, I'm not doing anything to Ginny; she's on top of me."

"Thanks for pointing that out, Harry." Ginny muttered under her breath. She quickly rolled off Harry, and straightened her robes.

"What the hell are you doing on top of him? You're acting like a scarlet woman!"

"Ron, you know you are beginning to sound like mum. Besides, I am sure we did not do anything you have not done with Hermione. I am not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself."

"Hey, I'm curious Gin. What did Ron and Hermione do?"

"Well, let's just say I caught them in a broom closet. They were both were wearing considerably less than we are." Ginny laughed at the thought of that.

Harry was beginning to feel extremely annoyed, that hypocrite! "Well, that puts a new light on things, Ron. Hermione is just like a sister to me, so what makes you think you have free liberties with her. If you do not need my stamp of approval with what you do with Hermione. Then I do not need your approval with Ginny. So sod off."

Ron's rage seems to die down a little, but it did not go away completely. His face turned red with embarrassment. "This isn't over yet, Potter." He glared at Harry once more, and walked off.

Harry gave Ginny a forlorn look. "I guess we better be getting back to the tower, before anyone else walks in."

"I guess you're right but we're going to get back at that bloody prat brother of mine. Agreed, Harry?"

Harry felt a sly smile creep upon his face. "Agreed."

Harry took one last look at the room. He grabbed Ginny's hand and they walked back to Gryffindor Tower together. When they reached the common rooms, Harry gave Ginny a lingering goodnight kiss. The kiss was followed by a look of longing. "I love you Ginny, sweet dreams."

Ginny blew him a kiss. "I love you too. I will meet you in the common room so we can grab breakfast together. Night." With that went upstairs to her room.

Harry sighed and went to his dorm silently. He was cursing Ron in his head. He looked at Ron's bed, and the curtain were drawn all around it. Harry sighed to himself, "I guess I'll have to talk to him tomorrow, bloody git." He put on his pajamas and climbed into bed slowly. He gave one more look at Ron's bed, and knew he would not be able to talk to him until the morning. Ron was such a twink, sometimes. Harry drew the curtains around him, and pulled up his covers. He laid awake for along time, wondering if Ron was ever going to see to reason.

No matter how much of a prat Ron could be, he was still his best friend, he hoped. Unfortunately, you never knew with Ron. He was such a stubborn, thick headed, bloody prat. Harry just hoped Ron would cool down and listen to reason.

His thoughts turned from Ron to Ginny. He blushed to think of what could have happened if Ron had not interrupted them. Merlin, why did everything have to feel perfect with her? God, he loved her so much. Unfortunately, he had to be extra careful. He knew Voldemort also knew of his feelings for Ginny. Harry also knew that Voldemort would not hesitate in killing her. Voldemort always seemed to destroy all of those who were close to him. Harry sighed; he wondered if they could ever have a normal life together. He hoped so, with every fiber of his being. It seemed Ginny invaded every part of his heart and soul. She was connected in every way to him, and he liked it. He could not help but look forward to Hogsmeade that weekend. He wondered what he could get her for Christmas.

Harry rolled over, he desperately needed sleep. There was a potion examine first thing in the morning. The one thing Harry did not want to do was get on Snape's bad side. That could ruin his whole day. He tried to practice Occulmancy, and cleared his mind.

"I guess this stuff has more than one purpose." He felt himself drift off into a peaceful sleep, filled with confectionary sweet dreams of Ginny. Ron, and Snape was all soon forgotten.

TBC

Sorry this chapter was so short, but I thought that would have been a good place to leave it. I am about two chapters behind. Christmas, The Hogsmeade weekend, and some pranks are coming up next. Thanks for all those who reviewed. It really means a lot to me. As always, special thanks to Jim, my beta reader. Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy Hanukah, to all those who do not celebrate Christmas. I will update again in about a week.dolphingirl79

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