A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter eight. Yuhh.
Chapter 8
Head Girl
ONE MONTH LATER
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny wake up!" Hermione yelled, throwing a pillow at her friend. She mumbled and rolled over. "You need to stop leaving with Harry in the middle of the night! You don't ever get enough sleep! Come on, Hogwarts letters should arrive today!" Hermione scolded as she threw the blankets off of Ginny.
"Mione! No!" Ginny tried to pull the blankets back up over herself. Hermione huffed and walked out of the room. "Ha." Ginny said to herself, turning back over.
"Hermione? Where's Ginny?" Harry asked from his place at the table.
"Oh she should be along in a minute." Hermione grinned evilly. Suddenly an ear-piercing shriek and a loud screech sounded through the house.
"What on earth?" Molly said, moving away from the stove.
"HERMIONE! I'LL KILL YOU!" Ginny screamed, coming down the stairs. Ron started howling with mirth at the site of his sister. She was drenched and shivering.
"Morning, Ginny." Hermione said, moving over so she could sit. Ginny snarled angrily and ran back up the stairs.
"That was mean, Hermione." Harry reprimanded his friend.
"Well, she wouldn't wake up, what else was I supposed to do?" She said innocently. Harry sighed and followed his girlfriend up the stairs, which now had wet footprints on them.
"Ginny?" Harry called timidly as he entered her room, drying puddles as he went.
"Hello Harry." She said from her bed. She waved her wand at her bed and it dried instantly. Harry looked at the headboard and saw Eglantine sitting there, dripping, clearly very angry. She clucked her beak expectantly. Ginny waved her wand in Eglantine's general direction and the owl dried immediately. She took off through the open window haughtily.
"That was mean of Hermione." Harry said sympathetically sitting down by Ginny.
"Yes it was." Ginny said, tapping her head with her wand and then moving it down her body. She dried as well. She sent sparks at the offending bucket and it sailed out the window that Eglantine had just exited.
"Something else is wrong. What is it, love?" Harry asked, moving Ginny's long hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"Just tired is all. Somebody kept me up rather late last night." Ginny said, shoving Harry playfully. He ran his finger up her thigh.
"Anyone I know?" He asked mischievously.
"I don't know. Messy black hair, startling green eyes, excellent body, and the best shag I've ever had. He's devastatingly handsome." Ginny said, running her fingernail down Harry's clothed chest.
"Is he now? Well, that's some competition." He said, playing along.
"Oh Harry, shut up and kiss me." Ginny said.
"I dunno…this handsome bloke might get pretty angry." Harry said. Before he knew it, Ginny had thrown him to the floor, straddled him and was kissing him intensely.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" They heard from the doorway. Ginny flew off of Harry and stood up. Harry flipped over, scrambled to his feet and turned around. Mrs. Weasley was standing there in the doorway, hands on her hips and she looked horrified, and very angry. Harry now understood why her six sons were all afraid of getting into it with her.
"Mum!" Ginny said innocently. "We were just about to come back down."
"Oh yes, it sure looked that way!" Molly said, gesturing to Harry. He flushed a dark crimson. She turned on her heel and left.
"Stay here, I'll calm her down and be right back." Ginny told Harry before turning and hurrying after her mother, who was heading up more stairs. "Mum! Mum, wait, let me explain." Ginny called to her mother as they reached the fourth floor landing.
"What, Ginny, did you fall and your face just happened to land on his?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, whirling around.
"No, mum, we were just fooling around. We weren't going to do anything. We're together, you can't expect us not to kiss!" Ginny exclaimed in a pleading voice.
"I don't mind a small peck once in a while, but him laying on your floor and you straddling him and kissing him? I will not tolerate that in my house, Ginevra Weasley!" Molly said, waving her arms about wildly.
"I'm sorry, mum, it was a one-time thing. It won't happen again, I swear!" Ginny apologized.
"I know it won't! Because if it does, Harry will be sent back to his flat and you'll be locked in your room the rest of the summer, with no Apparation field! Harry is an innocent young man. I'm sure he didn't know what to think when you took advantage of him and tackled him like that! The poor dear! Did you see how upset he was? Think before you act, Ginevra!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.
Ginny worked very hard to keep her face straight.
"You're right, mum. I'll apologize to him as well." She said smartly. Mrs. Weasley looked satisfied enough.
"Too right you will!" She said. "And Ginny, don't forget, I was once young too. You just must learn not to give in to your emotions and urges. You won't regret it." Mrs. Weasley lectured, patting her youngest child on the cheek.
Ginny was sure she was about to break a few ribs from holding back the laughter longing to get out. Mrs. Weasley went back downstairs. Ginny waited a moment, and then hurried back to her room. She shut the door behind her. Harry stood up and looked at her expectantly.
"Well?" He asked. Ginny flung her arms around his neck.
"Oh you poor innocent young man! What did you think when I tackled you? Oh you're so upset! I should think before I act!" Ginny said, hanging from Harry's neck.
"Gin, what're you talking about?" Harry asked in a worried voice. Ginny fell onto her bed in a fit of giggles. "Isn't your mum mad at me?" He asked, sitting down beside her. She held up a finger so she could try to stop laughing and get her breath back.
"Not at all!" She gasped. "She's angry at me for apparently 'taking advantage of you.' She was totally on your side." Ginny said, still giggling.
"What? 'Taking advantage of me'? What am I, twelve?" Harry snorted. They were still laughing when two handsome spotted owls zoomed in the room, dropping letters on Harry and Ginny's laps, then zoomed back out the window.
"Hogwarts letters!" Ginny said excitedly, tearing hers open. Something shiny fell out and bounced under the bed.
"Ginny, something fell." Harry said, standing up and bending down to retrieve it. When he straightened up he noticed Ginny looked aghast. "What is it, love?" He asked, holding out the shiny thing in his hand. She shoved his hand towards him. He opened it and looked at the gleaming Head Girl's badge in his hand. Just then Ron and Hermione burst through Ginny's door without so much as a knock.
"Oh good, you got your letters too. I was thinking we could—" Hermione began, but was cut off by Ron's snort of disbelief.
"No way, Ginny! Head Girl? That's ridiculous! What's McGonagall on?" He said, snatching the badge from Harry. Ginny's face dropped the astounded look and took on a face that looked much like Mrs. Weasley's when she'd caught them moments before.
"It's not that unbelievable, Ronald." She growled, seizing the badge from her brother.
"Of course it isn't." Hermione said, standing up for Ginny.
"I would've expected you to be angry, Mione." Ron said.
"Whatever for?" She demanded.
"Well, because you've always wanted Head Girl." He said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, I'll not pretend I'm not disappointed, and I don't know why I wasn't chosen, even though I did keep everyone in order most of the time, but nevertheless, I'm happy for you, Ginny." Hermione said with a rather forced smile.
"Oh thanks, Hermione." Ginny said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Well, Mione, I'm sure it's just because we're taking 7th year later than everybody else. They probably think you shouldn't be because it might set a bad example, you know? Get held back a year, get another shot at being Head Girl or Head Boy, you know?" Harry reasoned. Hermione nodded.
"You're probably right, Harry. Besides Ginny, now you get a room all to yourself up at the top of Gryffindor Tower. That's a plus, right? And you get to be out later in the corridors." Hermione reasoned.
"And you get to boss everyone around." Ron added enthusiastically. Hermione shot him a look.
"Yeah, like you?" Ginny threatened. Ron opened his mouth to retort.
"So anyway! When should we go into Diagon Alley then?" Harry asked loudly.
"Oh this is wonderful, Ginny! I'm so proud of you! My youngest baby is Head Girl at Hogwarts!" Mrs. Weasley said happily, smoothing the wrinkles out of Ginny's cloak unnecessarily.
"Oh no! They didn't get to Ginny too, did they?" George said. He and Fred really did look very disappointed. Molly, Arthur, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had just Apparated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
"Oh hush, Fred." Molly said distractedly.
"I'm George!" George said.
"That's what I said." Molly bustled out of the shop. Ginny hugged her brothers, grabbed Harry's hand, and lugged him out of the shop too. They all gathered around Molly and Arthur.
"Now then, let's divide up the money, here." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out a rather small pouch.
"Uhm, Mrs. Weasley, I'd like to pay for Ginny's things this year." Harry said, covering Ginny's outstretched hand.
"Absolutely not, Harry! You need your money. We'll make do." Molly said, trying to slip Ginny the money.
"Please, as a gift from me for her getting Head Girl." Harry said on impulse. Mrs. Weasley sighed and looked at her husband.
"What do you think, Arthur?" She asked.
"Well, if Harry wants to do it as a gift, I don't think it's fair to stop him, and you know as well as I do he'll do it anyway and slip the money back into that pouch if we don't let him." Arthur replied. Harry smiled.
"Excellent!" He said. He seized Ginny's hand and hauled her to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"Harry, honestly, you don't have to pay for my things." Ginny said, blushing slightly.
"Course I do. It's a gift. And it's rude not to accept a gift." He said, opening the door for her. She took a deep breath and steeped into the shop that smelled slightly of old mothballs. After they had both gotten three sets of black robes and a set of bright blue dress robes Harry had insisted on getting Ginny, they continued on all around Diagon Alley. After about an hour, Ginny pulled Harry to a stop.
"Harry, you've already gotten me my books, the rest of my uniform, a new cauldron, and a new writing set. You've outdone yourself." Ginny said.
"Yes, but we still have to get your scales." Harry pointed out.
"Harry, my scales are perfectly fine. I don't need new ones." Ginny said with a small laugh.
"Okay, shall we go have an ice-cream? Florean Fortescue is back in business, as you know." Harry suggested. Ginny smiled.
"I'd love that." She said happily. They walked down the street until they found the ice cream parlor. They sat at one of the outside tables together, eating their ice cream.
"Harry." Ginny giggled.
"What?"
"You have ice cream on your face." She pointed. He raised his arm and wiped his mouth.
"Did I get it?" He asked. She giggled.
"Let me." She said. She leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, getting the ice cream off with her tongue. He smiled and turned his head some to kiss her.
"Ginny! Harry!" They heard. They both turned and saw Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan and Susan Bones coming towards them. Ginny groaned quietly, but had a smile plastered on her face.
"Hi guys!" She said in a convincingly cheery tone. They sat down across from Ginny and Harry. "How're you doing?" She inquired.
"Pretty good. I see you two've pulled it together." Ernie gestured at them. Harry's cheeks reddened slightly.
"Guess what Terry got?" Susan said with a giggle.
"Oh no, don't tell them!" Terry said, putting his head in his hands.
"What?" Ginny asked with genuine interest.
"Head Boy!" Susan said, giggling even harder.
"Susan!" Terry snapped.
"It's not like it's the clap or anything, Terry." Ernie pointed out.
"I feel sorry for the girl who has to share authority with him." Susan said, still giggling. Harry found that it was getting on his nerves a great deal.
"Thanks for your pity." Ginny said coldly. Susan looked like she'd been slapped.
"Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry, I didn't know!" She looked like she meant it.
"It's fine. I just don't look forward to it and I'm a little edgy." Ginny said.
"So have you three finished with your shopping for the day?" Harry asked uninterestedly.
"Yep. We just got done. I got brand new scales. They're all shiny and stuff." Ernie said. Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged. "I like shiny stuff." Harry snorted out a laugh.
"Speaking of scales, I still have to get mine. Come on, Harry. We'll see you guys in a couple weeks, okay?" Ginny said, standing up and taking Harry's hand to pull him up as well.
"Bye!" They called cheerfully as Ginny and Harry fell out of sight.
"So you're going to let me buy you new scales?" Harry said amusedly. Ginny grimaced good-naturedly.
"No, I just said that so we could get out of there. I want you all to myself today." She said, kissing him lightly.
"Well, they're going to know you lied when you show up with the same scales." Harry said, heaving a great fake sigh. Ginny laughed.
"Fine, you win. We'll get more scales, but I'm making you use my old ones instead of you buying more." Ginny said, poking him on the nose. He laughed.
"Fair enough." He said, bending down and kissing her again.
"Eglantine!" Ginny called out the window. They were already running late and it was all because of Eglantine and Crookshanks, who were both nowhere to be found. She could hear Hermione outside below her, searching the garden for her ginger cat. Ginny saw something in the sky a distance away, heading straight for her. "Eglantine?" She called uncertainly. The owl flew through the sunlight, assuring Ginny with a small hoot.
Ginny held her arm out the window and Eglantine fluttered onto it. "Eglantine, you're going to have to learn not to stay out late on September first." Ginny scolded, putting the barn owl into her cage. She blinked up at Ginny apologetically. Ginny heard Hermione's triumphant yell from the garden and knew they would soon be leaving. She shrunk her trunk, slipped it in her pocket, and carried Eglantine, in her cage, downstairs.
"Finally!" Mrs. Weasley said as Hermione came back inside clutching Crookshanks and Ginny came from the stairs with Eglantine in her cage. Harry smiled at Ginny's success. "Okay, is everybody here? Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny. Good. Now, let's go!" Molly spun on the spot, as did everybody else, and in no time they were at the barrier for platform 9¾.
"Come on, hurry!" Mrs. Weasley said, ushering them all (casually) into the brick barrier. They watched everybody hustling around trying to get on the train. The four of them kissed Mr. And Mrs. Weasley goodbye and hurried onto the train. Harry was very disappointed when Ginny had to leave to get in the compartment with Terry and the prefects.
She kissed him goodbye and disappeared. Ron, Hermione and Harry went along to find another empty compartment. They couldn't find one so they settled down in one with Neville and Luna.
"Hullo, Neville, Luna." Harry said as they sat down. "What're you doing on the train, Neville?" He asked.
"I asked McGonagall if it would be alright and she agreed." Neville explained. Harry nodded. It was weird for the Trio to have none of their old classmates on the train with them except for Neville. Soon the scarlet steam engine was moving and they were on their way back to Hogwarts.
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked it! Just push the button and I'll know eventually!