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Chapter 7
Harry's POV
Ginny's older brothers were probably the most annoying things to ever walk this planet. Sure one of them was my best friend and the others were pretty cool, but it was all just over the top. I thought that Ron would be happy to have his mate with his little sister rather than some creep. That was probably me just day dreaming or in my own world. Then there was Fred and George, the funniest guys but over protective like you wouldn't imagine. I could never get any time alone with or without Ginny. It was just ridiculous and especially when Ron found out.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S IN LOVE WITH GINNY!"
I don't see why I couldn't have told him. Maybe if he had heard my side of the story than he wouldn't get so worked up. Fred and George didn't hear of that though, they wanted to let Ron know themselves. They wanted to tell the 'truth'. Yeah right!
"That's right Ron, your best friend and your little sister."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I'M GOING TO DO. I'LL RIP HIM TO SHREDS THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO. WHO IS HE TO THINK HE HAS ANY RIGHT TO LOVE MY SISTER? WHERE IS HE, I WANT TO GET MY HANDS ON THAT BOY!"
I had been successfully avoiding the twins but I didn't know how I could possibly avoid Ron until he comes to accept that I love Ginny. I thought of sleeping on the couch but then he probably would think that Ginny would come down to meet me. I would just have to tackle this and probably break a few bones.
I walked into the living room where Ron looked furious and Fred and George looked smug. Ron was turning bright red and his fists were clenched into tight balls at his side. His eyes were burning, not nicely may I add. He looked like a fiery red ball of…well I don't know but it was scary. He was shaking and his muscles were tense. Hermione was instantly at my side ready to defend me. She tried walking up to him.
"Ron calm down, how about we just sit down and discuss this rationally."
Fred and George were not even trying to hide their outstanding, mischievous smirks. While hermione walked between me and a man who looked like a tomato about to burst, Fred and George's smirks faltered, slightly. Everybody knew the power hermione had over Ron and she could make him do anything she wanted. This was a little bit different though; Ron wasn't usually fuming and taking deep breaths when she asked him to do something.
She took another step closer and it almost sounded like a growl escaped Ron's lips. Hermione stopped and put her hands up in a calm manner but obviously she was a little scared herself. Who wouldn't be, she was facing a ticking time bomb with her hands up.
"Hermione I think you should move because as you can see I am not…very…happy."
He said it through clenched teeth. He was still shaking and then Hermione took another step and carefully placed her hand down on his arm. He flinched away and so she crossed her arms across her chest. The tension was killing everyone, we weren't sure whether he was going to explode in front of hermione, or just take her advice. She can be very persuasive but I was pretty sure it was going to be the first one.
"Ron I am not going anywhere and so help me if you do anything to Harry, when we get back to Hogwarts I will curse you until there's nothing of you left!"
Hermione had won this fight but it wasn't over. Ron let out a humph and sat down on the sofa across the room. I also sat down, careful to be on the other side of the room. Hermione came to sit beside me and to make sure Ron didn't do anything. He was still fuming and sat there staring daggers at me. Each one hurt but I knew it was all worth it. One day they would see sense and I could be with Ginny.
"I don't know how to thank you enough hermione."
"It's ok, if he id anything I don't know how I could forgive him. It's clearly obvious you and Ginny are meant to be together and he'll be sorry if he doesn't see that soon."
We were sitting there whispering to each other.
"I could say the same thing about you and Ron."
"Hmm."
"I know you can see it too hermione. I'm not a fool and I can see the way you feel about each other, just talk to him about it."
"I would but he seems a bit distracted, don't you think?"
"I'm so sorry it happened like this. If we could repeat it I think I would talk to Ron about it before I told Ginny. Maybe he would have understood better that way."
"No it's ok Harry. I think that no matter what you did he would still not have done anything, besides it is Ron we are talking about here."
I chuckled and smiled at Hermione. We hadn't had a good talk ever since she got here. I had been to occupied and a little emotional as well. A lot had happened and it had just been too much. I knew Hermione understood but she was about the only one. Ron sat there during that whole time and glared at us.
Ginny POV
After the fight with Fred and George I was still angry but seeing Harry cooled me down. That was all I got though, seeing him. I could only catch glances of him or see him at meal times. I wasn't allowed to talk to him or hold his hand. It was forbidden and if we broke the rules Harry would get hurt. I knew that Fred and George were overprotective but Ron was worse. He followed Harry everywhere he went and either one of us were always in his vision. He was so preoccupied with Harry and I he hardly had noticed Hermione. This bothered Hermione because she was actually trying. Even Fred and George were distracted when she tried ever so subtly to be recognized.
My mission to distract myself from my problems was to make Hermione noticeable. She was really beautiful so it wouldn't be that hard but I needed time. Hermione didn't seem to care how she looked as much as other people did so she doesn't really show her beauty. She was sometimes self conscious but not as much as other girls were. I had to make her look gorgeous just like she did at the Yule ball. I thought that Ron should finally be able to open his eyes then.
When I wasn't being watched like a hawk I had lots of planning time with Hermione. She was extremely stressed and when Hermione got stressed, she was stressed. We had been thinking thoroughly about some way to get Ron and Hermione together. Our first plan was maybe to get Fred and George to talk to him because he refused to talk to Harry. That was a stupid plan because Fred and George were occupied with taking shifts with Ron to watch us. Also they didn't want to because they never wanted to give me what I want.
Our next plan was to tell Ron that Hermione was outside and he needed her to teach him how to de-gnome the garden. He didn't believe me and told me that I would have to try harder to get some time alone with Harry. Hermione stood outside for half an hour waiting until she ran inside and up the stairs. Ron spared her a small glance but then kept his eyes on me again. I ran after her and comforted her while she cried for a whole hour.
Our third and last resort was that she made the first move. This was our worst plan because Hermione didn't agree with it at all. She was stubborn and wouldn't even think of making the first move. She was pretty sure that he felt the same way so if he had any sense he would finally suck it up and get the guts to ask her out.
Hermione not accepting our last plan left us at square one. We had no other plans not even an idea of what we would do. We spent less and less time planning because we realised it was a waste, ending with nothing. Then after we had almost given up completely I tried to occupy my thoughts with Hermione's look. What her appearance would be when I had finished with her. I knew that I was doing her hair like she had it at the Yule Ball but I have no clue what she was to wear. I would only know that when we found out the occasion.
I was keeping my mind occupied during the day but during the night it wandered. I couldn't think of anything but my Harry with his raven hair and shining emerald eyes. I dreamt of what our first kiss would be like, how it would feel to hold him close and breathe in his scent. How his warmth would fill me up when he held me and how cold I was when he wasn't around. I thought about his every move and the ways his eyes lit up when he smiled. I also thought of his many different expressions that I had discovered while watching him from the other side of the room.
I couldn't stop the thoughts from rushing through my head at the last minute before sleep. My dreams were Harry, all about Harry. They were like my thoughts, except different. My thoughts were images, spontaneously flashing through my mind at any given time, like photographs. My dreams were more like movies, or video clips. They could last for seconds, minutes or hours. They were my kind of connection to him when he wasn't around and although they sometimes hurt when I realised he wasn't there, they were what held me to the earth.
During the day I was either locked up in my room with Hermione or outside enjoying the warm summer which was slowly coming to an end. That's when it hit me. The perfect plan and the perfect dress. We were going to celebrate the end of the summer with a party, a formal party where you had to have a partner.
Hey all. Sorry this chapter took a while but I had many little things due and considering it's me I saved it for the last minute. I need something exciting to happen…review and tell me what you think I should do and I will put in one if I like it. Thank you for everything.