Stormy Love Chapter 10: The 'other side' of Harry Potter, a harry potter fanfic

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Squeals…I'm so happy about getting this far with Stormy Love! Finally! We've reached the tenth chapter!

Also, special special special special thanks to ALL MY READERS AND REVIEWERS! You have no idea how much it means to me when, while you're sitting on the chair and be considerate enough to drop by a review after you're done reading! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! TO EACH ONE OF YOU CORDINALLY! Better yet, Thanks a million! I LOVE YOU ALL! HAPPY REVIEWING!

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This story, I agree with phillyactress has gotten abundantly better since the beginning, sorry it took me ten! (10!) Chapters to help you really get into it…Sob But oh well…I'm not the best storyteller but I'm glad if people think of my work as not like OMG! WOW…but just plain positive, like: I like it…

I am very glad of the return of some of my readers! I really missed you guys but I understand how life can be cruel and you're too busy to do the fun stuff! LOL

Well then, this chapter is dedicated to the return of my faithful readers/reviewers and all of you guys for helping me reach this far! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALL OF YA'LL! SO PLEASE SIT BACK AND ENJOY!

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"Harry! Have you gone mad?" Hermione shot up like a bullet into the air, her eyes searching for the humble human she learned to appreciate.

"Maybe, maybe not. But she really challenged me, you know. So I want to show her I'm no git." Harry shot off the bench after her and the two of them had a menacing eye contact.

"But—but—you do realize that will only create more problems between you two? That's just—just—inhumane! Cruel! It's—insane—Harry, you're to do no such thing!" Hermione became all panicky, flying her arms into the air, her lips quivering nervously.

"Oh who did I ask? Should've just found someone on my own," Harry muttered.

"You're just—you're just sleepy, that's all. You're half in your senses. We'll talk more in the morning, maybe then you'll learn how insane you sound right now." Hermione laughed throatily.

"I'm not joking, alright? It's either me-finding-a-girl-on-my-own, or, you-helping-me-find-one."

"Fine. I'll do it. But—no! I can't do that! I know I've been keeping a secret that I never really appreciated Ginny's wittiness and how outgoing she is, but that does not mean—I mean—she's still my friend." Hermione's lower lip quivered slightly, she put her thumb over it to steady it.

"Hermione, Ginny is my spouse, she's my wife. I didn't exactly plan on doing this either. But if she betrayed me, than it's payback time."

"Why can't you just forgive her? She's still human—a witch, you know, everyone makes mistakes."

"Hermione, I don't want to start a baseless argument. Are you going to help me or not?"

"No, you find a girl that likes random snogging on your own," Hermione spat, her face scrunched up with concern and pure disgust.

"Fine. I will." He frowned, and as he was just about to walk away, a hand stopped him by the arm.

"Harry—don't—

"I'm not listening,"

"But—

"Hermione?"

"HARRY! YOU'VE GONE MAD! THAT'S NO WAY TO TAKE REVENGE! YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO HER! SHE'S MY FRIEND! SHE'S RON'S SISTER AND BEST OF ALL SHE IS YOUR WIFE! SO I SWEAR IF YOU DO THAT WITH ANOTHER GIRL, THEN YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT SEEING MY FACE EVER AGAIN!"

"I KNOW SHE IS! I KNOW SHE'S YOUR FRIEND AND SHE'S RON'S SISTER! BUT WHY COULDN'T SHE THINK ABOUT THAT WHEN GREG AND HER PULLED IN? DID SHE FORGET I'M HER HUSBAND? OR DID SHE FORGET I'M HER BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND? OR DID SHE FORGET THAT HER FRIEND IS MY BEST FRIEND, WHICH IS YOU? ANSWER ME!"

Hermione could only blink, tears forming in her eyes that finally puddled onto her cheeks.

"You got me there,"

"Yeah? Well I think I'll leave now."

"No, wait, I'll help. But only once—once Harry, you're not to be seen with this girl ever again."

"Which girl?"

"Harry---obviously you won't be able to just walk up to one and expect her to agree on a snog. You would need to start a relationship. Someone frank—someone who is friendly and sweet—and pretty—someone that's a big fan of yours."

"So where do we find this someone?"

"I got it. Fred And Angelina's wedding,"

"WHAT, WHO'S WEDDING?"

"Oh yeah, he called yesterday with the news, isn't it just wonderful? We'll be spending the thanksgiving holidays at the burrow, that's when they're planning to keep the wedding. Fred will probably call you today—so don't think he didn't bother to inform you and Ginny."

"So you think I'll find someone during the wedding?"

"Surely,"

"Alright. Then I can't wait. I better return home."

"Me too, well, nice of you to talk to me. Don't worry, if you want to keep it as a private, then I won't even mention anything."

"Yeah, thanks, just don't mention anything to anyone, not even Ron."

"Not even Ron." She smiled, and the two of them walked back to their own residencies.

When Harry returned home, Ginny was sitting at the kitchen island on one of the leather bar stools, churning her coffee in swirls with a spoon, Harry had never seen her so fascinated by the patterns of the granite island top.

"Where were you?" She snapped demandingly.

"Out for a walk," He replied back crossly, not even daring to look in her direction, he quickly piled his shoes in a corner of the foyer and took a seat on the couch, whiffing through the Quibbler, he could feel Ginny's eyes wandering over to him desperately, and his own wandering to her silky creamy back, which was bare and naked since she was wearing an aqua halter top, maybe if they weren't in such crummy moods for each other, they probably would have enjoyed some juicy hot romance, it was hard to resist that ivory back, with strawberry brown hair lying loosely on one shoulder.

"Oh really? Had any company?"

"Yeah,"

"Who?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I'm your wife,"

"Now you noticed," Harry snorted loudly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She shot up.

"Never mind you," . She sat back down foolishly.

"Well? Who was it?"

"Hermione,"

"Hermione? What was she doing with you in 4 in the morning?"

"I already told you, out for a walk,"

"You told her, didn't you?" Ginny gasped, horrified.

"Told her what?"

"That-well, you know, me and Greg---" She looked ashamed.

"Ginny, if you did it so confidently, then you should be able to at least mention it,"

"Stop it Harry! It was an accident!" She shot up for the second time.

"Accident, now was it? Well that explains a lot," Harry slammed the magazine on the center table, and quite coolly walked away, down into the hall and slammed the bedroom door.

A few minutes later, the phone rang,

"Hi Greg---no, it's alright, I'll take the knight bus, it takes a break near my house where I can get onto it---no no—it's alright—from where?---pick me up? Oh no----it's alright Greg---really Greg, you're too kind---it's okay---oh come on—I'll get there, okay?—Okay then---no I won't hang up—you hang up first—bye—Greg?---GREG! Hang up!---Hello?----Why are you still here?---No I won't hang up—no you—no you!---you first!---

Steam of pure anger was practically whiffing out of Harry's ears, he walked over to the bedroom phone and snatched the cord that was plugged onto the cordless. A few minutes later, the door whipped open with a very angry Ginny standing over the doorframe.

"Why did you cut the phone?" She asked, some of her own steam forming and whisking out of her ears.

"Because you wouldn't hang up and were acting like some sort of preppy snob talking to her boyfriend."

"So I see you eavesdropped,"

"Gin, I have better things to eavesdrop then 'No—you hang up first-no you—no—GREG!—You first—Greg?—Why you still there! I just happened to hear clearly while you were screaming at the top of your lungs." Harry mimicked in a high pitch girly voice.

"That's---eavesdropping," Ginny had blushed by embarrassment.

"Whatever you say,"

"Exactly. I'll probably get late because I, obviously do not want to have dinner together, it's best I have it with some new friends I made at the Department, it's best we eat alone,"

"Exactly how late?"

"Maybe around midnight,"

"You said dinner, not a midnight snack, and I won't let you go anyhow,"

"Who gave you the power to stop me?"

"Excuse me? I had the power on the day I took the oath and swore to be your husband!"

"HUSBAND, HUSBAND, HUSBAND! YOU SOUND MORE LIKE CRAP THESE DAYS! I FEEL LIKE I'VE JUST GOT A NEW MOTHER IN THE HOUSE INSTEAD OF A HUSBAND! WILL YOU GET OVER IT ALREADY? YOU'VE BEEN SITTING ON MY SHOULDER, CHEWING AT MY EARS, AND PRACTICALLY EATING MY BRAIN OUT! I GET IT; YES YOU'RE MY HUSBAND! BUT THAT WON'T MAKE YOU MY GOD AND DON'T EXPECT ME TO WORSHIP YOU HARRY POTTER!"

"Maybe I should have just let you die in the Chamber of Secrets, or better yet, I should've never committed myself to you as you obviously don't want to commit yourself!" Harry was outraged, he was a cool, easy-going, but ever since he married Ginny Weasley, he could only feel anger and clench his teeth and tighten his fists…

Ginny had stormed out of the room, bursted out crying when she reached the front door, without even hollering a good bye to Harry she usually did, Harry only heard a very furious slam of the door and the car furiously and harshly driven out of the drive way and onto the road.

'…If she takes the car to work, then what was she saying about taking the knight bus? Obviously not at work, maybe she'll take the knight bus to his house and eat supper there and god knows what she'll do till' midnight. Maybe having dinner with new friends she made at the department was just a stupid excuse, I can't believe I let her go without warning her that if she even steps even near to Greg out of work, then she can forget about being my wife much longer…' Harry was deep in thought, until the fire crackled into life with a great amount of abundant flames and flocks of flaming red hair that could be hardly told in the fire, two long heads bobbed side-to-side happily, with huge foolish smiles plastered on the identical faces of Fred and George Weasley.

"Well, if it isn't ickle-Harrykins! How're you doin' brother-in-law?" The first head asked.

"Fine, Fred…?" Harry looked questioningly.

"Close, but not close enough—I'm George," He smiled.

"I'm Fred," The head next to George's waved.

"Alright, what's up? How's the joke shop going?"

"Don't even bother asking as it is obvious it is a hit! We've found a 2-story commercial building on sale on Diagon Alley; we are planning to get it but can't understand what to use the second floor for. And the floors alone are huge!" George's head hopped excitedly in the bouncing flames.

"That's great---why not use it for a warehouse? Like a storage where you can test out new inventions and keep stock of the ones that need to be put in the shop?" Harry suggested brightly.

"That's a great idea, how in the world, Harry, being a genius, befriend a dumb git, Ron?" Fred asked sarcastically.

"Well, we popped in to tell you that we're getting married,"

"What?"

"Don't panicky, not together, Fred is marrying Angelina, and it's a bit obvious who I'm marrying—

"Katie Bell?" Harry asked excitedly, who always admired Katie, she was witty and outgoing, hyper, cheerful and hectic but very polite and decent in the same manner.

"See? I told you it was that obvious, maybe I shouldn't marry her…" George turned his head to Fred and the two of them guffawed on an inside-joke.

"We better get going Harry, nice seeing your grass colored eyes after so long, see ya' later brother-in-law!"

"Congratulations to both of you, but let me give you some advice, think twice before you commit yourself to your wives,". The two twins exchanged funny glances, not paying much attention, they waved and with a loud crackle and chips of wood and sparkles flying in the air, the two heads disappeared…

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I don't get it…it's like this chapter was meant to be boring, I AS JUST READING IT OVER AND I WAS LIKE….BLAH, IT SUCKS BIG TIME! SOOO BORING!…I'm so sorry but I feel as if I've lost my touch of writing a good HP fan fiction…please tell me what you think of this so far…PLEASE REMEMBER TO REVIEW! BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY NEED THAT KIND OF FUEL! 

And don't worry, T.F.A.T.L.O.D and the whole story on it hasn't finished yet, but since it isn't the main focus on the foursome's lives, I'll bring it when Harry finds this mysterious 'girl' that he can use to make Ginny feel jealous.

T.F.A.T.L.O.D WILL RETURN!

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