SUMMER IS HERE! Holy shi—! You guys must hate me, I haven't updated in forever! I was busy with school and when I wasn't, I just REALLY didn't feel like writing…well, I'm back now y'all! I'm back, from outer space, I just walked in to find—hehe…to much Diana Ross… On with the story!
I don't own HP or any of its characters…if I did, I'd be bloody rich! I wish I was rich…sigh
Okay, so REALLY on with the story…
"Harry?" Ginny questioned, concerned. Something had disturbed her sleep and she had woken up to an empty bed. She glanced around, searching for any sign of Harry. She felt his side of her bed and found it still warm. So he hasn't been gone long. Ginny thought.She slid of her bed and tugged on her nightgown as the first inklings of panic crept into her stomach. She crept noiselessly through the room and into the hall, careful not to wake her parents. Her brother wasn't a concern, as he slept like a coma patient.
"Harry!" Ginny whispered frantically, inching up the stairs, the panic leaking into her voice. Oh shit! Her mind screamed. He's gone, oh Gods, he's gone. Ginny could never explain how she knew, but she did. She knew, before she slammed into Ron's room and found its only inhabitant to be Ron, who jumped and grabbed a pillow to protect himself.
"Have you seen Harry?" Ginny cried, her eyes cold and focused, even as worst-case scenarios played through her head.
"No," Ron replied, confused. "Why?" his eyes narrowed, then widened as she closed her eyes, and slid down the door.
"Gin? Gin, what's wrong!" Ron crouched down to help her up. Arthur Weasley burst in, followed closely by Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley brought up the rear. Ron sat Ginny on his bed as she sighed and pointed to Harry's bed. They all glanced carelessly and then simultaneously did a double-take.
"Ginny…he's gone isn't he?" Hermione winced at the words she knew were true.
"Yes…I haven't checked the rest of the house, but I'm sure," Ginny closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her thumb and middle finger.
"Oh my! Where could he have gone?" Mrs. Weasley cried.
"He has been acting a bit odd lately. I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me. He seemed a bit mad…and didn't like it when I said so." Rom grimaced, and felt especially guilty when Hermione sent him an exasperated glare.
"Ginny… Mr. Weasley began.
"Yeah dad?"
"How did you know Harry was gone if he was up here…?" he shot her a suspicious look and Hermione winced.
"Ah…" Ginny, a bit frazzled, so she couldn't lie as handily as usual.
"She must've heard him go down the stairs." Hermione saved her just in time and was rewarded with a grateful smile.
"Yeah, I heard the stairs creaking, so I went to check it out." Ginny blinked innocently.
"Really? Well, why did you go to Ron and Harry's room, instead of downstairs?" Mr. Weasley's eye narrowed considerably.
"I've to go to the bathroom!" Ginny squealed and dashed out of the room.
"We're going to talk about this later, young lady!" Mr. Weasley called down the hall after her.
"Give it a rest Arthur darling." Molly Weasley sighed and shook her head as her husband exited the room.
"I'm alerting others of the Order that Harry's missing." He called back, but not without a bite of impatience in his voice.
"Well, isn't this just fan-bloody-tastic?" Hermione cried, exasperated. "Harry's missing, Ginny's going mad with worry, and Mr. Weasley's gone mad about Ginny and Harry ba—." she stopped abruptly as Mrs. Weasley looked around with a raised brow and a curious look on her face. Ron looked at her incredulously and she suddenly became very interested in the ceiling. He took her arm and tugged her into the hallway. He looked at her expectantly and she sighed.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really worried about Harry. And when your dad brought up Harry being with Ginny, for some reason it made me think of Lavender and I just—" she couldn't finish because Ron had drawn her against his chest in a fierce hug.
"Hermione..." he paused, searching for the words. " I only dated her to make you jealous. It was stupid, but there you are." He stated simply. Hermione looked up at him and her eyes welled up. He was such a loon, but sometimes he said just the right thing.
"Y'know, if you'd just asked me, I'd've said yes." She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her…just as Ginny rushed by, followed closely by Mr. Weasley who was shouting about the appropriate age and pressure and maturity.
Ron grinned and sighed, "It's good not to be the one he's talking to when he goes into rants." He slung his arm around her shoulders and leaned his head on hers. "Wait…if she…and…I'll kill him!" Ron suddenly realized what his best mate had most likely been doing with his little sister. Hermione stopped his face from contorting in rage by kissing him hard on the mouth.
That did the trick. All thoughts of murdering Harry flew out of Ron's mind, replaced with only Hermione. She smiled against his mouth and slipped her arms around him. Ron broke away briefly and furrowed his brow. Hermione raised her eyebrows and he asked. "If they were…" he grimaced. "doing that, where were you?"
Hermione grinned. "I moved to Fred and George's empty room." Ron nodded, and all but leapt to the ceiling when the pair appeared beside him. Hermione laughed and hugged Fred while George made fun of Ron, who was busy peeling himself off the ceiling.
"Harry's finally lost it, eh?" Fred beamed at Hermione's narrowed eyes and pursed lips. "No, he hasn't lost it, Fred. We've lost him!" George's eyes twinkled, but behind them you could see the fear that every one of them felt.
Dun, Dun, Dun! Where's he gone? To tell the truth, I haven't the slightest clue yet...Review my lovely readers!
