"What! Your sister is dating Harry Potter? COOL!"
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Disclaimer – See Chapter 1 (Of Fake Howlers and Plastic Sporks.)
READ MY BABBLE! Thank You!
Author's Babble – Hey, guys! How's life? Saturday was my Birthday! 7th of January! If any of you has your birthday in January, Happy Birthday! Thanks you to all the people who reviewed, there WILL be a sequel! But, I have to think about a name, so may have to put me on your Author alerts. I will like to thank immortalwizardpirateelf-fan, SheRockZThaTsTage, bruisedpapaya, Bookworm-Air13, grinttastic, Missmunky, iceshakter25705, lily101, ginluvzharry, goddessa39, Usagi of Feudal Moon Era, hp-Lover-4-Ever, Stylin'Fire, reverb22, luckycharms445, mnp, Harry and Gin Fan, Risifrutti.
YOU GUYZ ROCK! Thanks for putting up with my grammar mistakes, and my weird spork jokes! This chapter would be an attempt of some fluff writing, so tell me what you think and it is not as funny as the last. Sorry.
No flames. Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated, and please review and tell me how I can improve my writing and if I could continue this story.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
This chapter is dedicated to
Bruisedpapaya. I used the name as a signature!
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Chapter 4
Let the Good Times Roll!
Take me away!
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
♪"Take it away,
To the place where the good times,
The good times roll,
Don't hesitate,
We're in the place,
Let me take you into my soul,
Let the good times roll…"♪
Let the Good Times Roll.
Tommy Lee (I think.)
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Moments like these, were rare in the life of Harry James Potter. It was a cool Saturday afternoon, and Harry was relaxing after a 'wonderful' detention with Professor Serverus 'I have a greasy ball as hair and I'm a 40 year old virgin' Snape.
Harry was savoring some of the few moments of peace that even came his way. Between battling Death-Eaters, putting up with the assholes he calls (not willingly) relatives, Ron and Hermione's fighting about all kinds of random things, like Victor Krum; Or as Ron calls him, Vicky, (but, surprising, Ron and Hermione did not fight with each other for at least 2 weeks, shocker) and Quidditch practice, and let's not forget annoying the bogey all of Snape: Harry was more than happy to enjoy an afternoon without having to worry about detention, Quidditch or N.E.W.T.s.
Harry and Ginny were sitting by the great oak tree, near the lake. Harry was sitting crossed-legged on the grass, leaning against the tree truck, and Ginny was sitting in the space between his legs, leaning against Harry's chest.
Ginny, surrounded by the Harry's cinnamon scent and strong presence, slowly drifted off to a blissful slumber. She was still very tired from last night. 'Granny Granger' as Ginny called Hermione, was like a merciless slave driver, she insisted that Ginny HAD to study until 3 o'clock in the morning! ARE YOU PEOPLE CRAZY? OR ARE YOU JUST NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD? Did you not know that you are not supposed to be up between the hours of 1 to 4 in the morning? Those are the times when the evil spirits come out. (A/N but away from the kicks, where I lived there is a saying in folk tales that you must not be outdoors between those time, also that you must not point at cemeteries or the spirits will follow you because of your disrespect. There are only some others. I live in the Caribbean by the way.)
Harry, wrapped an arm around Ginny's petite form and with the other, he began to play with a strand of her fiery red hair. Exhaling her unique scent of wild flowers, he gently kissed her hair and gazed absentminded at the smooth black surface of the lake.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
After what felt like hours, Ron and Hermione came walking toward the couple. It was surprisingly Ron, not Hermione who looked curiously at Ginny's sleeping form. As if he was asking permission to sit with them.
Harry nodded, with a smile, as he watched Hermione beaming with pride at Ron. 'Maybe he has improved from having an emotional IQ of a teaspoon. Tablespoon most likely,' Harry thought dryly. (A/N you guys know how much a tablespoon is, right? It about two teaspoon for those who don't know)
Hermione sat down on the grass, with her legs stretched out upfront of her with a thick book open in her lap. Ron lay on his back on the grass with his hands behind his head, stared up into the clouds against the blue sky.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Hermione smiled when she looked up from her book, to see that Harry and Ginny closely wrapped in each other's arms. Hermione giggled softly. She was more than happy about Harry and Ginny's relationship. To tell you the truth, Hermione Jane Granger was much more that happy for Harry and Ginny.
She always told Ginny that Harry would noticed her more if her just acted as herself Not like those giggling little hyenas, who used to crowd around under the mistletoe, hoping to steal a kiss from Harry. On the other hand, like some of those girls who are always fluttered their stick-on eyelashes. Did they did not know that doing that made them look like if they were trying to get a truck load of sand out of their eyes?
But Hermione first noticed a change in Harry's attitude towards Ginny during last year's summer holidays. Harry and Ginny were able to get to know each other better. Ginny was able to see Harry pass the 'Boy-Who-Lived' cover on Harry, and saw him for who he truly is, and Harry was able to see Ginny other that Ron's baby sister, or the youngest of the Weasley children.
Harry's feeling for Ginny however were plain as day, literally, when she was telling his and Ron about Ginny and Dean's break up, and Harry became very interested in the topic. Harry was never good at lying. Well, to her that is. Ron was mostly that easy to fool. 'Thick headed git' Hermione thought was she watched Ron as he traced patterns in the clouds, with a slight smile on his face.
She again shifted her gaze to the now sleeping couple. Harry had just fell asleep, with his head against the tree and he arms still wrapped tightly around Ginny, and they both had slight smiles on their faces.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
"Are you okay, 'Mione?" Ron asked sitting up, jerking Hermione out of her daydreaming. Hermione simply smiled and hugged Ron tightly.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Ron muttered something into Hermione curly hair, what, by some freak of nature, the author did not hear. I mean, I'm SUPPOSED to hear what you people are saying! Good or Bad. The innocent, as well as the nasty. However, I did hear Hermione laugh and replied, "In a timing, Ron," and continued reading her book, and Ron resumed his clod gazing.
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
♪ "Let the good times roll…"♪
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
Okay, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I'm having a author's block for Bill' letter, so I wrote this so that you guys would not kill me…yet. Sorry that it was kinda short.
IMPORTANT – I would like to get 75 reviews and over in total before I put the next chapter. Before you kill me, I seriously doubt I will get so much, and I would have a nice long time to think about how I will be writing Bill. After Bill, it would be Ron.
Please check out my profile and my C2 'For Those Rainy Days'. The ships are Ginny&Harry, Hermione&Ron, Lily&James, Tonks&Charlie and some others may sneak in, but in the story one of the ships mentioned above is the main ship. Sorry, but no slash. L8ter!
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸
This angel's gotta PunkRock Grandma!
.¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸¸...¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. .¸¸.·´¨»«´¨·. ¸