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Hide and Seek

Day 9,

Well. Finally I am home from yesterday's fiasco at Diagon Alley. That was horrific. I finally got good nights sleep last night because the night before was terrible. Sleeping back to back with my ex. We were both desperately trying not to touch each other. So even though we were sleeping away from each other our backs never touched.

I think from now on I will refer to him as The Ex.

I am disappointed though because you would think that having shared such a horrible experience would have made that awful gap kind of close over slightly.

But no. We are still too far apart. I went downstairs for breakfast this morning and The Ex thankfully wasn't there. Hermione was the only one at the table.
She seemed oddly cheerful. I can understand happiness but she was grinning from ear to ear.

'What's up with you?' I asked her.

'Oh nothing!' she said airily. I sighed. Hermione is so annoying sometimes. 'Just tell me would you?' I laughed.

'There's nothing to tell!' she laughed back.

'If you say so.'

Breakfast went by with nothing else happening so I relaxed up a bit. I cam back up here and read a couple of books and that's why I'm here. Nothing else has happened so I think I might just… Oh hang on. It's Mum. I'll be back soon.

Later.

This is not funny! I get downstairs and Mum is distraught. She has lost The Ex's Firebolt.

Oh. Great. She wants me to help find it. 'Uh… Mum. I'm busy… uh.. Busy packing stuff for school.' But Mum didn't buy it. Damn. I tried any other tactic. What bout Mione and Ron!' I cried. And then mum kindly informs me that they are 'out'. So I am left to find the ex's broom with him. I walk into the lounge room where the ex is sweeping the room with his wand. He was muttering something about, 'Damned spell.'

I almost laughed. His locator spell wasn't working. This meant more time with him though. So I turned to one of our armchairs. I began to attempt to life up the corner but it was too heavy. I struggled with it for a while before I left it. I turned to the next chair with the same results. After I have gone through our entire lounge room I gave up. I walked into the kitchen with the Ex not that far behind. We went through cupboards and the pantry. I even looked in the utensil jar just in case Fred and George had found it funny to shrink it. We looked everywhere in the kitchen. And so the chase went on. In every corner of the house. We got to my room and there is my diary lying open on the floor. I dive for it and The Ex just stares at me. I realise that I will have to look under my bed. I got down on my knees and slid under the bed. Now I should have realised with a tiny black T-shirt on something like this could have happened. As I stretched further underneath my double bed I felt the little black shirt lift up. It was going up and up. I started going red. I knew from the Ex's point of I was baring a lot of pale back and probably stomach too. I didn't want to move anymore because it was most likely that the top was going to go too far if I moved to far. I slid back shiftily welcoming the feel of the fabric on my skin. I sat back up without looking at the ex. When I sneaked a glance I saw that he was rather pink. I cleared my throat and went back to the kitchen.

'Can't find it.' I inform mum.

'Are you sure you checked the lounge room?' Mum asked

And then the Ex goes. "Well we didn't check under the couches.'

And so somehow I managed to be sent back to where I started. We began to look again and then we saw the problem arise. The Ex could lift the chair but he couldn't fit under it. I couldn't lift the chairs but I could easily fit under there. This was cruel. To find this god-forsaken broomstick we were going to have to work as a team. The Ex had obviously figured this too so he walked over to my chair and lifted it up. Then without looking at him I slid under the chair. Thankfully there were no more embarrassing Lycra problems. But after the whole lounge room had been searched there was still no broom. I followed the ex outside. He looked all through the bushes and I hung back watching him. I looked at the broom shed curiously. The door wasn't quite right. It was shut differently than Ron usually would. I walked over and surprise surprise it was jammed. I began to tug at the door. I stumbled back. Ow. Had to land on the prickly bush didn't I? The Ex walked over and grabbed the handle. I stood back up again. Then I walked over to the door and began to bash it with my foot. When neither of us made any progress I tried to slide my hands under the door. Nothing seemed to work. I stood up really fast and..

WHAM!

My head connected with something exceptionally hard. The Ex's head to be precise. I crashed to the ground with pain my head swimming with little stars. Ooowwww.

The Ex began calling for Mum. 'Mrs Weasley! Mrs Weasley!" But mum was busy or she couldn't hear us. "Ginny's hurt! Can someone help me!'

But in true Potter style nobody was around. He noticed my dazed form still lying there unable to get up. I saw him throw a pained look at his surroundings. I heard him groan. He obviously thought I had passed out. But I was watching him through pained eyes. Boy a painkiller would have helped at the moment. I thought. The Ex looked around one last time for help. When there was no one around he grimaced and carefully leant forward. He placed his arms around my waist slowly. Then He slid a hand up my back to support my neck. He appeared very nervous as he lifted me off the grass and carried me gently into the house. Well.. almost into the house. He got to the door to find it was locked. Oh not funny. He almost dropped me as he fumbled for the spare key. My head was jarred back as he tried to unlock the door. Finally he had jiggled the key enough to open the door. He noticed my head lolling near the ground and carefully lifted my head. The ex finally walked into the house and placed me on the couch. He probably had realised by then that I was fantastically concussed. H couldn't let me sleep so he had to watch me the whole time. He couldn't escape. He looked around for something to do. I could feel a massive lump forming on my forehead. The Ex obviously noticed it too. He rushed to the kitchen a grabbed a towel and a handful of ice. He doused the towel in icy water and tried to hand me it. But of course I could barely open my eyes let alone lift my hand and hold onto something. He grimaced again and held the ice pack to my head. I almost felt sorry for him. He was trying desperately to not to come any closer to me but he had to stay by me until the rest of my household turned up. To make matters worse my hair began to fall over his hands. I felt his hands shake. I wanted to lift my hand to brush it off but I couldn't. This was so cruel I thought. The Ex pushed my hair off his hand gently. Then he drew his wand out to heal some of the bruises but before beginning he thought better of it. He wasn't going to do anything! I needed to let him know just how much pain I was in. I opened my mouth to speak but my lips felt really swollen, "Urrrggghhhh…." I groaned. 'Shhh..' he said quietly, 'I'll get you something for that.' He disappeared from my side and came back a minute later with a cup of potion from the cupboard and a small blue tablet. He tried to place the tablet in my hand but I couldn't take. Heck I couldn't feel my fingers. The Ex looked like he was ready to be swallowed up by the ground but when Earth didn't obey him he put his hand to my lips and gently prised them open. He placed the tablet in my mouth and then poured the potion down my throat. That was good. A painless potion. Nice. I heard the door bang open and Hermione's scream before I passed out.

About an hour later I was in my room being fixed up by mum and Hermione. Ron and the ex had disappeared. That was fine with me. Hermione had her wand pointed between my eyes which kinda scared me but she waved her wand and I felt my swollen lips ease. I let them fix up the black eyes and the massive lump on my head. The only injury I managed to sustain was a broken wrist. My mum didn't fix it because she was afraid it would set wonky so she just bandaged it up. Finally they left me alone in my bed. So this is why I am in here writing about this horrible hide and seek game. Anyway. I wish he would come up and talk to me. I need to thank him. He could have left me there but he took care of me. Why won't he come up!

I need to talk to him.. Oh.. What do I do?

I will try to sleep or something and maybe I can fix something in the morning.