Chapter 2:
Walking out of the room, fully dressed and ready to go, Harry looked towards the kitchen and in search of his Ginny. Once he'd spotted her, he walked over, kissed her on the cheek, and quietly sat down.
"What would you like to eat, before we go off?" Ginny asked, as she poured pancake mix into the black pan. "I've made a plate of toast, some pancakes…oh and there's some cereal and cupboard."
"I'll just have some toast, thanks." Harry responded.
"Toast…are you sure? It seems like all you ever have for breakfast is toast.."
"I'm quite content with the toast thank you."
"Harry, you need to eat a variety of food, I don't want you getting sick because of you eating toast each and every day. You should have something else, like milk and cereal or bis—"
"I'm fine! Next time, don't offer me a plate of toast and just give me pancakes or something! Or better yet, DON'T offer me food at all!" Silence followed for what seemed like a long time. Ginny, suddenly broke the silence.
"I've got your jacket, we'd better get going. Are you done?" she quietly said, holding a greenish-bluish jacket on her arm. Harry rose up and gently took the jacket, putting it on without a word. The two of them walked out of the house, Harry locking the door. He went over to their car, and before Ginny could open the door, Harry took her, staring at her for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's just that…I'm so upset over what happened 7 years ago and…I just wish that I could—"
"Harry, I understand. You don't need to apologize. I know you're still upset, but next time, instead of yelling at me, talk to me." Ginny said, with a little laugh, and embraced him.
On the ride to Ron and Hermione's house, there was absolute silence between Harry and Ginny. All that could be heard was the soft talking coming from the radio, and quieted sounds from the wheels at they rolled over rough, and then smooth grounds. Harry reached over to turn up the volume of the radio and then quickly pulled back, deciding it was best to keep it at such a low volume. Ginny looked out the window, to see the ongoings of the town, and never paid attention to what was happening in the car.
After what felt like an hour, they finally arrived at their best friends' house, a newly, refurbished home, with not a single fault in it. Harry and Ginny knocked several times, until Hermione was seen at the door.
"Ginny! And Harry! Oh, it's so good to see you," Hermione said, each giving them a hug. "Ron! They're here!! "
The three of them heard a slight yell of "Coming!!" from Ron.
"Well, come on in, have a seat, and Ron'll be down in a minute. I'll be back with some tea, or coffee if you like."
"No, no, it's alright, we just had breakfast, but um…thank you." Harry quickly said. Hermione nodded and left to go into the kitchen. Ron finally came down with maroon sweater, given by his mother the Christmas before, and old rugged jeans.
"Harry!! Ginny!!! How are you two? It's been..."
"A week, Ron. It hasn't been that long, so no need for the insane exaggerations," Ginny, said, laughing.
Suddenly, Hermione came in, empty-handed, but with a smile on her face.
"So, Hermione, let's go on with our plan, and we'll leave you two women alone to talk about…things. Such as…us." Ron said, coughing the last word.
"Very funny, Ron, I see you haven't grown up in the past week."
"Neither have you, Ginny. So Harry! Let's go now." Ron said, leading him towards the door, each of them saying their goodbyes quickly. As each of them got into the car, Ron began to go on, and on about what'd happened about them, while Harry sat, nodding, without paying much attention to him, but allowing him to speak freely with no interruptions.