Shags, Fancies, and (The Ever So Popular) Love
Chapter Two
An Owl and a Pillow Fight

"We don't even have an owl with us?" Ginny asked, sitting on Harry's bed. She moved back until her hands touched a pillow, happy at touching the soft material she leaned forward and laid her head on it, watching as Harry dried his hair with a towel. He placed the towel around his neck and sat on the edge, his back to her while he shook his head in answer to her question. "Then what are we going to do, Harry? Do we have enough food to last us a week--"

"It may be two," he said, removing the towel and throwing it into the hamper.

"Two," she repeated, groaning, "I swore you said one."

"I'm thinking," he said, pausing shortly to put on his glasses, "seeing as I placed up the best guards around this property its going to be even harder for your mum and dad to get us out without my signature."

"Thats crazy, Harry," she said, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling, "didn't think you'd protect us this much."

He grunted in agreement before lying next to her, his eyes eyed her relaxed state and smiled. She can complain all she wants but shes actually happy, he thought, I know it. "Did I show you what I can do to my ceiling yet?" he asked, "its quite nifty--"

She giggled. "Nifty," she repeated, "s'pose I can't miss out on something so nifty, huh, Harry?"

He rolled his eyes at her before nudging her lightly, "watch." He took out his wand and thought the spell before lowering the wand and watching it shift in colors. She sat up sightly, leaning on her elbows as she watched the ceiling look like the night sky, a comet shooting past the light.

"Wicked," she whispered, standing on his bed. Before Harry could ask what on earth she was doing she asked, "Can I touch it?"

"I suppose, I never tried--" he stopped watching her jump and touch the ceiling before sitting back down and shivering. "What, did something happen?"

"It was cold," she said, "and my fingers are tingling."

He looked up there again before grinning at her, "nifty, huh?"

This time she rolled her eyes and muttered, "yeah, nifty." Harry laughed while she crawled back to the bed and lied down. They sat there for a while, gazing at the night sky while it was probably only about eleven in the morning. "This is nice, Harry. Can any other rooms do this?"

"Don't suppose so, I never thought to ask," he answered, "I can change it if you want."

"Really?" she asked, rolling to her side and looking at Harry with wider eyes. "To what? Can you watch stuff like that muggle box can?"

"You mean a television?"

"Yeah, that box thing."

He laughed before wincing as she hit him on the stomach. "Sorry, its cute when you said 'that box thing'," he said, his grin widening when he saw her cheeks light to a soft pink. "But, anyway, yeah we could watch the stuff on the box thing like muggles do."

"Stop mocking me, Harry," she said, pouting.

"I'm not, I just want to watch stuff on the box," he said, smirking when she sat up. He moved his arms up for protection and continued, "that muggles like."

He got hit with a pillow-- again. Twice in one day, he thought grabbing his own and whacking her, shows how much she loves me. "Oy, Potter," she squealed hitting him back with every word she said next, "didn't-you-ever-learn-never-to-hit-a-woman."

"Woman?" he asked, hitting her back, "Is there one in the room?"

"You--" she began but got cut off by his pillow hitting her head.

"Yes, me what?" Harry asked before Ginny tackled him into the bed and hit him with the pillow three more times. She paused shortly after, laughing as she got off him. Harry stared at her as if she were insane before laughing with her, finding her happiness utterly contagious. "You're a damn maniac, Weasley," he said, clutching his now aching stomach.

She stopped, giggling here and there while wiping a tear from her eye. "You're the one who started it, Harry," she said before getting off the bed and walking out the door, "I'm hungry."

"You just ate!" he shouted after her. He laid there, as if waiting for her to come back before getting up himself and moving towards the kitchen. His eyes widened when he got to the room, utterly shocked at what he saw. The damn owl, that he shooed away was sitting on the table while peering at the both of them. Ginny slowly moved towards it, shocked as well but most likely for a different reason. Still stunned, Harry said, "Well, what do you know? An owl is here."

"It looks like Remus' owl, doesn't it, Harry?" Ginny asked, petting the owl's head.

"Yeah, it does," he said, swallowing.

"Wonder why it doesn't have a letter with it," she muttered, "Do you suppose we can trust it with a letter?"

"I don't think so," Harry said, trying to calm his voice. Here it was, an opening. He could tell Ginny it wouldn't be good to send the owl with a letter and everything would go to plan. "It might get lost or crash into something," he said, swearing he saw the owl's eyes narrow at him.

"Ah, thats true," she said softly before bending over and meeting it's eye, "Are you hungry?"

The owl hooted softly, flattering its wings in response causing Ginny to giggle and say it was cute. "I don't think so," Harry muttered in disagreement while Ginny opened the refrigerator. Once again, he swore the owl was glaring at him so he returned it with his own glare before sighing with relief and leaving the kitchen. He entered the living room and lied down the couch before stretching and yawning. What could he do now? He wondered, surely he was on good terms with Ginny and that was number one but he had never been great with woman and was pretty sure he wasn't grand now even though he'd matured quite a bit.

"Oh hell," he muttered putting an arm over his eyes and sighing.

End Chapter

Author's Note: Seems that there's a pretty good question thats on everyone's mind so I'll answer it:

The Floo Problem

Because of what happened after the war the ministry wanted to keep a stronger protection for the people from the still missing death eaters. In doing so, they placed a stronger lock on the floo transportation.