More Than Words Can Say

Chapter 3

The Weasley's were so used to having Harry and Hermione over every summer that they knew exactly where they would sit: Harry on one side of the table beside Ron and Hermione on the other side beside Ginny, the four of them facing each other. All the food was set on the table and steamed with delight. Harry looked around taking in the atmosphere of the Burrow, his second home, after Hogwarts. With the war going on, who knew when he'd come back to see this place again?

Hermione turned to face Ron as he looked at the delicious display of food yearningly. Hermione grinned to herself: some things never changed. She turned to face Ginny, who smiled with relief. She turned to Harry, who was looking around the Burrow and its surroundings, his head turning slowly, filling himself up with as much of the place as he could. He had the look on his face he always got on their first day at Hogwarts, but this time his eyes showed a hint of sadness. Mrs. Weasley was running around, fussing about petty things. Mr. Weasley wasn't home yet, Hermione reckoned he'd arrive once they've started eating. The twins, were whispering to each other, casting glances at Harry and Ginny and then at Ron. They looked up and saw Hermione looking at them, and smiled and winked at her. She pulled out a chair and sat down, and sat, excited and happy to be back at the Burrow, but worried about the current war situation.

Ron gazed at the food with a mixture of awe and yearning. He knew he had the same expression he always got when there was food around. But many times, no one knew how he felt. He could feel Hermione looking at him, Harry's and Ginny's happiness, his mother was fussing about something, and Fred and George whispering about him. He loved being in the presence of his friends, which did include Ginny. Ginny's been his closest sibling, probably because they're the closest in age, but he thinks it's because Ginny was best friends with Hermione and he has liked her since Merlin knows when. But they didn't need to know that. Someday he'll tell them, he just didn't know when. He jumped suddenly, feeling a soft hand brushing against his arm, it was Hermione's trying to pass him a napkin. He looked up and smiled as she placed it beside his plate.

After everyone was satiated, they emigrated to the living room, as they always did. Mrs. Weasley put all the dishes away as they magically started cleaning. Mr. Weasley came home just as everyone else started eating and was now engrossed in an article in the Evening Prophet. The twins were playing a game of Exploding Snap with Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Soon after, the twins progressed to a game of Wizard's Chess while the other four sat together and talked.

Mrs. Weasley was putting her things in order as the dishes cleaned, and couldn't help noticing that Ginny seemed happier than she did when she had come home from school. Harry, too seemed to be happier, and the answer was simple. The two have had so much happen to them, that she was delighted when she had first heard news that they were together, now she was happier than she had ever been for a long time. She just hoped that they would be careful…what with the war going on, You-Know-Who could easily do anything to hurt either of them. But she knew that if something ever happened to Ginny, Harry would take care of her. He already did once, there was no doubt he'd do it again. And besides, as Arthur mentioned, more and more Weasley's owe their lives to Harry. Her eyes wandered over to her youngest son and Hermione, and she let out a soft sigh. Sometimes, when they weren't noticing, she could see Ron looking at Hermione and smiling at her, especially when she had her nose in one of her many books. And Hermione would smile softly at Ron when he was playing Wizard's Chess with Harry or when he teased Ginny. She wouldn't tell this to anyone but Arthur of course, but she had observed them for a long time to tell that they had to get together someday. She didn't want to meddle with her children's lives, but she really was glad that at least they all found love in the midst of a war. She dismissed herself from the area and went back to the kitchen to put her cooking utensils away. When she came out to turn on the radio and join her husband, she looked over again at where the four teenagers were on the floor and grinned. Hermione was lying on the floor with her back against the couch, Ron was sprawled on his stomach, Harry sat with his back against the couch, and Ginny lay on the floor on her back with her head on Harry's lap, looking up at him. All of them were laughing and smiling having a great time in each other's company. Mrs. Weasley looked at them for the last time and sat next to her husband, pecking him gently on the cheek, as he was now dozing, his head resting on the couch.

Although it was only nearing midnight, and the living room was left to themselves. After a long day of cleaning, packing, and traveling, the four friends were growing sleepy. Without entirely realizing it, Ron felt Hermione's head droop periodically on his shoulder, as he was now sitting beside her, more closely than he had ever been. Harry and Ginny chatted lightly, and Harry was now almost lying on the floor as Ginny's head was still on his lap. They caught each other's eyes and smiled tiredly, and Harry lowered his neck to kiss her softly on her lips. They turned as if on cue toward Ron and Hermione.

The usually arguing couple were almost fast asleep, much to Harry and Ginny's surprise. If they were conscious, they'd be blushing like there was no tomorrow. Hermione's head rested snugly in-between Ron's shoulder and neck, her eyes were completely closed and a tiny smile played across her face. Ron's eyes were drooping and his head nodding off to sleep until he finally passed out, his head resting on Hermione's. Harry and Ginny grinned sleepily at each other, noticing how comfortable their friends looked. Hermione's body was resting against Ron's and his arm was around her body, his hand covering her arm. Their breathing was light and syncopated. Watching this, they smiled and looked at each other.

"They seem to realize they need each other…finally," Ginny whispered to Harry looking into those marvelous emerald eyes.

"Wonder how they'll react to this tomorrow morning?" Harry mused, playing with Ginny's flaming hair.

"Hmm," she nodded, "maybe they'll confess their undying love for each other." Ginny played off of Harry.

"Maybe." He replied, nodding and closing eyes, taking in a deep breath. Ginny knew he did this when he was worried and she slowly got up from her position so she was level with him. When Harry opened his eyes, he turned toward Ginny, who placed a thoughtful hand on his.

"It's okay, Harry. I'll be safe. I'm coming with you." She said and he simply nodded, finally letting out a huge sigh, and tears filled Ginny's eyes as she opened hers.

Harry wiped her silent, falling tears, and held her in a long, satisfying embrace. One that he had wanted to give her all summer and she returned him with hers and another long, passionate kiss just as they had done back in the common room. It let back to a long embrace, this time, both had tears rolling down their eyes and they slowly broke apart as Ginny leaned her body against his and he wrapped his arms around her affectionately. They knew Mrs. Weasley wouldn't mind their sleeping in the living room, because Fred and George would have suspected something and would come down to check. Harry whispered something in her ear and they chuckled. She gazed up into his eyes smiling and kissed him gently on the lips. They too, slowly fell asleep in each other's company, still sitting down, Harry's arm still in a protective embrace around her, and Ginny's hands delicately around his body.