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Why thunder? Seriously, why does rain have to come with thunder? Did the rain gods just decide, 'Hey! Let's scare the bloody hell out of all the innocent humans on earth. Let's bash their brains out with thunder!' So there I was, lying in my bed, having my brains bashed out. Every time the rain would lull me to sleep, the thunder would crash, shaking me out of my sleep.
I tossed around in my blue blankets, and then let out a moan of frustration. Sighing, I tied my hair into a messy bun and got out of bed. I tiptoed outside of my room and down the stairs. It was pitch black and I had to feel my way down the stairs. If you're wondering why I didn't bring my wand I'll just say this: I was quite tired. I slid my hand down the wood railing until I saw a figure standing in front of me at the bottom of the stairs.
Before I could yelp, the figure put their hand over my mouth.
"Shh! Ginny!" the figure whispered, "Do you want to wake up the whole house?!"
I smiled (in my mind, of course). How could I not recognize the voice? Yeah, you guessed it! It was Harry. I swatted at his hand and he let go.
"What are you doing up?" he whispered, quite close to me, might I add. His breath moved my hair and tickled my cheek. I notice these things. It's scary, I know.
"You have very quick reflexes. How did you know I was going to scream?"
"Well your facial expression just looked quite surprised, and most girls scream at the sight of me."
I snorted.
"Har har. So funny, Harry. The boy-who-lived-to-be-eaten-alive-by-girls."
Harry chuckled.
"Anyway, what are you doing up?"
"I hate the rain gods. I hope they go die in a hole. I'm also thirsty."
I tiptoed into the kitchen and Harry followed. He turned on the light and I went to the refrigerator.
"Rain gods?" he asked with a smile. He leaned against the side of the refrigerator. Why does he do this to me? Why does he feel the need to cause me so much agony with his Harry-charm?
"Yes. The ones who created thunder," I said plainly. I grabbed the milk and a glass. Harry chuckled. He was wearing a brown t-shirt and long checkered pajama pants. I stiffened with embarrassment as I realized I was wearing short purple shorts and a pink tank top that had yellow duck on it. Yes I said duck.
I poured my milk and Harry laughed.
"I like your shirt," he said.
"Don't go there, Harry. It's not like you don't have your share of embarrassing shirts."
"Nope, I don't."
"Really? I doubt that. You seem like the type of boy who wears footy pajamas. You sure you don't have footy pajamas?"
Harry scowled at me. He snatched my glass of milk from off the table.
"Hey!! Harry!! You stole my milk!!"
Harry brought the glass to his lips and drank half of my milk. I was not pleased. He brought the cup down to the table and slid it towards me.
"Ah," he said with a mischievous smile, "That was refreshing."
"Well of course it was. Everything that's mine is scrumptious."
Harry smirked at me, holding in laughter.
"Wait…" I said, laughing as well, "That came out wrong. I meant to-no-I-nevermind, then."
I took a drink of my milk, trying to ignore the fact that Harry's lips had just been on the same exact glass, and also trying to conceal the burning red blush appearing on my cheeks.
"I never thought of you as a duck person, Ginny. Bunnies maybe, but not ducks."
"Well, I'll have you know that I love ducks. Ducks are the base of my happiness."
"I guess I learn something new everyday."
Then the stupid thunder crashed again. I squealed and wrapped my hands around my head. Harry hesitantly put his hand on my shoulder.
"Um…Ginny…?"
"Sorry I- EEP!!"
Thunder crashed again and I yelped. I ran into Harry's arms and tightly shut my eyes. Again, I blame the rain gods for my neurotic behavior. Harry then stumbled back, alarmed at my hug, but he put his arms around me. His touch sent a tingling sensation through my whole body and I relaxed.
"Calm down, Ginny," he said, chuckling kind of nervously, "The rain'll stop soon."
"I just wish that goddamn thunder would shut up," I said, "Those goddamn rain gods."
After a moment, I broke away from Harry and coughed awkwardly. Harry ran his hand through his hair and looked out the window. So much for that tender moment. I (still very awkwardly) sat down on the table again. I rested my cheek on my fist and spun the empty glass of milk around.
"How'd you sleep with the thunder when your house was empty?" Harry said, clearing his throat.
And again, I must remind you that this was the most awkward thing of my life.
"I didn't," I sighed, "I hated those lonesome days."
"I could imagine why."
I sighed and put my head on the table. Harry leaned back in his chair. A few minutes of silence passed by. Harry's breathing got softer, and my eyelids became heavier. All I could hear was the pitter patter of rain and the occasional boom of thunder. I didn't mind that much though. The thunder was getting softer.
"You could've just thought of something happy when there was thunder, or something like that," Harry mumbled, half asleep. His head was now resting on his arms which were on the table.
"Mm? Like what?" I replied, equally as sleepily. I too rested my head on the table.
"Like….ducks."
I smiled and let my eyes close.
X X X X X X X
"Ginny," a voice whispered in my ear. I grumbled and adjusted my head on the table. Which is when I realized: I was on a table.
I sat up with a jolt. Harry was looking at me and the sun wasn't that high in the sky. Thank Merlin that Weasleys don't wake up until the sun is towering over the world in the sky.
"Um. What time is it?" I asked, adjusting my wrinkled shirt.
"A little after seven."
SEVEN!?! HOW EARLY DOES HARRY USUALLY WAKE UP!?!
"Wow. Tha-that's really early. I don't usually wake up until noon."
Harry smiled.
"I'm just…erm…going to go shower, then," I said, nearly falling out of my chair. Harry nodded.
My trip to the staircase was almost successful! Until I tripped over the first stair. I landed on the railing with a loud thud, and I tried to regain my balance, mouthing all the swears known the wizarding world. My shoulder throbbed angrily and I suppressed a moan of pain.
Harry rushed over to me and steadied me upwards.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just took a little tumble. I'll be okay," I said, cringing slightly.
"How's your shoulder?"
"Searing in pain."
Harry looked at me, worriedly.
"I'll be okay, Harry," I said, walking up the stairs.
"Okay. Try walking with your feet this time instead of your head," Harry jeered.
"I'll try," I laughed.
GODDAMINT, GINNY! COULD YOU BE ANYMORE GODDAMN GRACEFUL!?!?
X X X X X X
After I finished showering, I walked outside my bathroom and patted down my hair with a towel. I found Hermione sitting on my bed, her eyes red and puffy.
"Hermione!" I exclaimed sitting on my bed next to her, "What's wrong?"
I put my arm around her gently. She sobbed silently before talking.
"Oh Ginny. I don't what's wrong with me. Ron kisses me during the final battle at Hogwarts and then…and then…"
She sobbed again and I patted her back softly. She looked up at me helplessly.
"Do I have any bad qualities? Anything repulsive?"
"What?!?! Hermione! Ron's a blubbering, thick-headed fool. I know my brother. If anything he's just being an arse. When it comes to boys like Ron, us girls have to take the initiative. Knowing Ron, he probably won't want to talk about his feelings, but I'm sure if you coax him enough he will."
"Y-You sure?" Hermione sniffed.
"Positive," I said smiling at her. Hermione laughed and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Gosh. I feel like such a moron for not figuring this out myself. Really. I feel quite stupid right now." She laughed in spite of herself and I smiled.
"Don't worry, it's natural. Boys have this affect on girls."
"So true. Um…Ginny?"
"Yes?"
"What were you doing with Harry last night…?" Hermione said with a sly smile.
"Doing?! We weren't doing anything!"
"Right. Of course, then you two should keep your voices lower next time."
I blushed and smacked Hermione playfully.
"Don't get my hopes up," I sighed, "He doesn't like me that way anymore. And I'm trying my best to get over him."
Trying, but not succeeding.
"You're just as thick and stubborn as Ron!!" Hermione groaned.
"Wait. Wha-"
THICK?!? STUBBORN!?! WHAT!!!??
I was about to retort when a knock came from the door.
"Ginny? Hermione? Time to say goodbye to Bill, Charlie, and Percy, dears!" Mum's voice said.
"Coming mum!" I said, getting off the bed. Hermione and I went downstairs to say goodbye.
My brothers were standing at the door, all robed and ready to go. Bill saw me and ginned. He opened his arms and I ran into them like a little girl. I hugged him closely, and he kissed the top of my head.
"You be good now, Ginny," he said finally. I nodded and bit my lip.
After everyone said their goodbyes to Bill, Percy, and Charlie, they apparated away.
"Easy come, easy go," Ron sighed as he looked out the window. I nodded. It was very rare that the whole family would be together. I looked around the kitchen and found Harry leaning against the side of the table and staring at me. Finding Harry staring at me also used to be quite rare…
"So…erm…did you bring your stuff here for the summer?" I asked.
What??!?!? Oh God. Of course he did. He stayed here last night! Oh God, Ginny. He must think you're the biggest-
Harry chuckled.
"Yeah. I brought everything in yesterday."
Duhhhh….
"So Ginny," Harry said, "Planning on hurting yourself again today?"
"I don't know. Planning on trying to kill me?"
"Perhaps."
"That's nice. Makes for an interesting day. Unless you actually succeed, because then I'd be dead. And me being dead is not very interesting. Well, at least for me it isn't, and hopefully not for you either."
Harry laughed. I'm glad you think it's so hilarious, Harry, because I find murder morally wrong and harmful.
"How bout a game of chess?" Harry asked.
"Fine. I just hope you won't cry or run away when I beat the crap out of you."
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Ginny Weasley," Harry said in a voice that made shivers run down my spine.
I tried to maintain my cool. I rolled my eyes and flipped my hair behind my shoulder.
We walked into the living room and began our game of chess. Harry was rusty, and I took advantage of this.
"Gah!! Ginny!!" Harry shouted as I laughed, "You just took my queen!!"
"You left it open for the taking!!"
Harry looked up at me, with a raised eyebrow. He leaned towards me.
"You're an awful person," he whispered. Playing dirty isn't fair, Harry Potter.
"I take pride in that," I whispered back. He wasn't going to win me over that easily. At least, I wasn't going to let him know that he won.
Harry smiled slyly.
"Hey!" Ron shouted from the stairs. Harry and I jerked our heads upwards towards Ron. He had Hermione's hand in his, and I took it that the couple made up. Hermione looked ecstatic.
"Mind if we watch?" Ron shouted again.
"Sure!" I laughed, "Harry's getting pummeled."
"Pummeled isn't the right term. I'd say getting-"
"Destroyed. Crushed. Chewed up then spit back out," Hermione said as she examined the board.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry said with a nod towards Hermione.
Ron, Hermione, and I all laughed.
Then, we heard a pop from outside and hushed mumbling. Someone knocked on our door, and we got up to check.
Ron opened the door and outside stood Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. Luna's hand was in Nevilles, much like Hermione's was in Ron's. Luna smiled nervously while Neville tried to plaster a cheeky smile on his face.
"Luna! Neville!" Hermione exclaimed with a questioning look on her face, "What are you doing here? I thought I said we'd meet up with you later today…?"
"We couldn't wait any longer," Neville said.
"The news is much too big," Luna said, staring wistfully at Neville.
"We…" Neville started.
"Are getting married," Luna finished.
Hermione and I squealed, Ron whooped, and Harry cheered. We shouted congratulations and gave them both a hug. Luna smiled happily while Neville blushed.
"We want Hermione and Ginny to be bridesmaids," Luna added.
Oh no…
"The color scheme is fuchsia and yellow."
You have got to be joking.