Title: Out Of Hogwarts.
Author: Snidget&Co.
Rating: PG-13.
Summery: Come and see what is life for our Hogwarts heroes after school, and how they get along in the real world.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter books. The brilliant J.K.
Pairing: H/H, G/D, R/L (this are the main pairing).
Genre: Romence/Humer.
Author's Notes: Hey, thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter. So this one is dedicated to: ears91 (I love your fic "Blind Date") and Lily (anonymous).
-Chapter three: Dinner At The Burrow -
After an hour or so, everyone at the table was leaning back in their seats enjoying the aftermath of a good meal. Well, everyone except from Ron, who was still eating, and to everyone's astonishment, did not even look full. That was a typical Weasly dinner; nothing had really changed since they left Hogwarts. Ron had kept his eating habits, which Hermione considered examining some time.
Every one around the table was talking merrily, and listening to Fred and George's joke-shop stories.
Molly wasn't really interested in hearing what they were saying; she had never liked their shop. She still insisted that it was not a way to make a living, although they were pretty successful and about to open two more shops in Britain. So, she sat in her seat at the edge of the table and talked to Harry, who didn't really feel like talking to anyone after what had happened in the living room.
"So this one kid came into the store yesterday, and he started looking around. Fred here saw immediately that he looked around too suspiciously, and guessed he wanted to steal something. So we set him up, we allowed him to steal something…" George was cut of in mid-sentence.
"Why you did that for? Helping him becomes a law breaker?" Bill interrupted him, a little startled by his brothers' behavior.
"We're getting there, keep your pants on," Fred told him slightly annoyed.
"Anyway," George continued while glaring at Bill, "We thought of letting him think he got away, and he did, but the stupid kid didn't know what he was stealing. In his pocket was one of our latest inventions, "Weasley Itchy Freezey". And let's just say that when your legs and harms are frozen, and you really need to be scratched… well it'll make a person go mad. That was a beautiful moment." He finished his story and pretended to shed a tear from his eye. Everyone who was listening laughed at Fred and Georges' sadistic actions in tormenting the poor clown who thought he could fool them.
"Your children will be miserable when they'll grow up. Every time they do something bad, their Daddy will try their new pranks on them," said Jessica, looking both amused and scared at the same time.
"At least we'll have some proof that they work…" said a smiling Fred.
"Fred Weasly! I cannot believe my ears!" said Angelina, gaping at her husband, her eyes wide.
"Cool down, I was only joking. You really think I'd do anything to the little Gnomes?" he said with a smile.
"Don't call my children stupid!" she snapped at him.
"I didn't call OUR children stupid, they like it when I call them Gnomes!" he snapped back.
"That's because they're two years old, and you are an idiot!" She pushed herself up from her seat and walked angrily out of the room.
"Don't you dare walk out on me, Angelina Weasly, not when I'm talking to you!" he said loudly, getting angrier by the minute.
"It will be Johnson if you won't shut the bloody up!" And she was out the door. Fred gaped at the door she had just shut behind her, put on his war face, and went after her.
"Sometime I wonder which one of them is pregnant, Fred or Angelina?" chuckled Hermione.
"Such an understanding husband," Ginny said with a mock dreamy expression on her face. Hermione only sniggered.
"I'm lucky Katie isn't here, she would have hexed me 'till next week," George muttered to Charlie, before continuing telling his stories.
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Soon enough, the dishes from the table had disappeared, and so had Harry and Molly. After clearing the dishes from the table, she muttered a few spells to make the dishes wash themselves, and they continued to talk.
Now that the dishes were clean, and the whole clan was seated in the living room, Molly took it upon herself to heal Harry's eye. All it took was one simple healing spell, which Harry told himself to remember if Hermione did something like that again.
When Harry finally sat down in the living room, he was too tired to talk; he just sank into the nearest armchair. He always found housework to be easy, because it was always a small group of people to clean after - like at the Dursleys house. But at The Burrow, there were always a lot of people, and mountains of dishes.
He looked around at all the happy faces of his friends and family - and to think that just two hours ago he was ready to strangle each and every one of them, Hermione in the lead. But not Molly, she saved him from them, she always defended him. She was like a mother to him, like the mother that his would have been, if she weren't dead.
"Hey, what's bothering you mate?" asked a voice to his left.
He turned his head silently, meeting Ron's eyes. He looked worried.
"Nothing," Harry said.
"Come on. We were just teasing you, no need to take it that hard. I can see mom fixed it for you," he said with a weak smile on his face.
"It's not that," Harry said, still looking into space with a blank expression.
"So…" Ron looked at him expectantly.
"Nothing…" Harry said, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He got up and went back to the kitchen, and from there headed outside to the garden.
Ron watched him leave with a worried expression on his face, and decided to go after him.
When Ron got outside he saw Harry standing by the large pond, looking at the sky with the same blank expression, which meant he had something on his mind. He approached him slowly.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"Do you think she loves me?" Harry asked him, not turning to meet his eyes.
"Who? Herm?"
Harry nodded.
"Sure she does!" replied Ron, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So why does she makes it so difficult for me?" he said, with a slight sadness in his voice.
"Herm is… a little complicated, you know her. Why? Has something happened?" he asked, getting more confused because of Harry's behavior.
"Yes… No… I have no idea anymore," he sighed loudly.
"Come on Harry, what's with all this talking? You were perfectly happy three hours ago," Ron said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I was talking to Mom a while ago, when you were all in the living room, and I told her what happened this morning after she left…"
Ron cut him off, "you actually told her something about you and Hermione?! And she didn't freak?" he asked in amazement.
"Yeah, so? I always talk to Mom about things, she has the best advice," Harry answered, turning to look at Ron oddly, "what's the big deal?" he wondered.
"Nothing, just that I understand why she defends you all the time. You are the only one that actually talks to her about your life; even Ginny keeps everything to herself," Ron told him with astonishment.
"What? Don't look at me like that!" Harry snapped at him.
"Sorry mate, you just caught me off-guard with that. So, tell dear Ron what the problem is, I already know that Herm is abusing you.
Now don't go too far with this all right? I still need to look at her from time to time, she is my best friend…" Ron told him, smiling.
"She doesn't want to get married," Harry got right to the point, which startled Ron a little bit.
"Excuse me?" he asked dumbly.
"She doesn't want to marry me, Ron!" Harry replied, a little too aggressively.
"When did you ask her? And why didn't you tell me?!" Ron asked, confused and angry at the same time.
"I didn't" Harry said simply.
"So how the bloody hell do you know what she wants? You didn't even give her the chance to say no…!" Ron told him, and Harry was sure that he thought he was an idiot.
"Because she told me so," he replied, "and I never knew you were so positive of the possibility that she would dump me," he added sarcastically.
"Did she really said it to your face, like, 'Hey Harry, I don't want to marry you, so don't bother asking?' kind of way?" Ron asked, trying to do a very bad imitation of Hermione.
"No, she kind of hinted it. How did Lav react when you proposed to her?" Harry asked, and looked at Ron as his face broke into a grin, recalling that night.
"I asked her, and she just jumped into my arms shouting 'yes' like some mad woman an-"
He was cut off by someone's voice.
"You begged me to marry you! After the girls rounded on you of-course..."
Both men jumped and turned around as Lavender stood there smirking at them.
"Don't do that, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Ron whined.
"Don't whine, Ronald. Now, what are all these proposals we're talking about?" she asked putting one arm around Ron's waist.
"Nothi-"
Harry didn't have the chance to finish his sentence.
"Harry wants to marry Hermione…" Ron said to Lavender, and before they knew what was going on, Lavender jumped on Harry squealing.
"Oh god! Really? You're kidding? Really?" she asked with a lot enthusiasm.
"But she doesn't want to marry Harry…" Ron said, making Lavender stop jumping and look at him oddly.
"Don't be stupid Ron! Why wouldn't she?" she asked, greatly surprised.
"Ask Harry, he said it, not me," Ron put his hands in the air, as if surrendering to her.
"Oh, Harry, she loves you!" Lavender said, taking Harry's hands in hers.
"I KNOW she loves me! But did she ever say anything about wanting to marry me? Of course not! Because she doesn't want to!" Harry said angrily, dropping his hands from hers and walking silently toward the house.
Ron and Lavender watched their friend walk away, still slightly shocked at his outburst.
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Harry stepped into the living room, still a little shaken with anger. He looked around at the warm atmosphere the room was giving, and all his family and friends. And there she was, with her head on Ginny's lap, fast asleep. How innocent she looked, all his worries and anger disappeared at that moment. He was lost, lost in her.
He approached her slowly, and bent down a little to pick her up.
"Don't you dare touch me, or Ginny will be the next thing that will be flying at you," she said, still half asleep, while Ginny looked at her with an unpleasant expression on her face.
"Well then," he whispered to her, "do as you wish, I'm going home."
He walked toward Molly and Arthur, who were currently talking with Bill and Fleur.
"Well, I think I'm going to apparate home…" he told them with a weak smile. Molly stood up and involved him in a tight hug.
"Night, Mom" he said quietly as he kissed her cheek.
"Dad," he said to the older man, and shook his hand warmly.
"Goodnight, mate" Bill said, nodding at him. Harry smiled at him and Fleur, and nodded.
He then turned to the next couch, where George and Charlie were in the middle of a chess game. He nodded at them too, and told them goodnight as well.
"Gin, Malfoy. Don't want to see your faces tomorrow morning," he told them with a small laugh.
"Don't flatter yourself Potter," Draco smirked at him.
Ginny nudged her husband lightly in the ribs.
"Ow!" he yelped.
Harry bent down and gave her a brief hug, she held on to him long enough to whisper something in his ear.
"Don't worry, we won't be over tomorrow. Mom is taking care of that, so that you and Hermione can make-up as long as you want to," she whispered and then giggled.
But in the minute Ginny released him from the hug, Hermione pulled his head down again. She kissed him softly and tenderly, to his great surprise.
"Hmm…hmm… hmm…"
They heard Ginny clear her throat, "Sorry to break your little moment, lovebirds, but you're kind of in my face." She giggled as they both blushed, and Harry straightened himself.
"Oh, Gin, another thing," he told her, "Tell Fred and Angie goodbye for me, and Ron and Lav that I'm sorry."
Ginny looked confused from the last part.
"Bye," Hermione told him.
He smiled weakly and then vanished with a small *pop*.
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An hour after Harry had gone home, Hermione apparated into their bedroom. She had expected Harry to be awake; she thought she made that pretty clear back at The Burrow. But as she looked around the room, he wasn't awake or even there. She peered into the bathroom, and started getting nervous when he wasn't there either.
She exited the bedroom, and the minute she stepped into the small living room she understood where he had gone. Right in front of her, on the small couch, was a sleeping Harry Potter. She wanted to jump on him and hit him for driving her crazy - but didn't have the heart to do so. She walked over to him and bent down, looking at his perfect sleeping form.
"Harry," she whispered, while stroking his hair lightly.
"Late' Mione, tied now… we did it all' weedy," (Translation: Not now Hermione, tired now… we did it already) he mumbled in his sleep.
She smiled at the thought that he was thinking about her even in his sleep.
"Harry, Sweetie, get up and come to bed…" she nudged him lightly so he would wake up.
"No, I'm staying here," he told her in the same half asleep tone she used on him at the Weasly's living room, "If I go in there, your mood can change again, and I'll spend the night avoiding flying books."
She looked at him with an annoyed expression on her face. "Fine, G'night," she muttered.
But before she got up, he pulled her into a short kiss. Then he released her, and went back to sleep.
Hermione entered their bedroom, with a dazed look on her face. She knew it wouldn't be an easy night, not after that!
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A/N: Yey!!! Chapter three is finally up, I like updating every day.
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