A Drarry Fanfic

The Boy With The Pale Hair

Chapter One

We were all in the Burrow again, like old times. Fred and George were entertaining us all by the fireplace while Mrs. Weasley cooked a big dinner for the eight of us: Hermoine, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, and I. It was a rather large meal, but it smelled delicious, just how home-made family meals should. We were a family, the eight of us. And if Ron's other brothers returned, it would be the same. I honestly couldn't ask for better company.

The only thing disturbing me was Ginny. Ginny Weasley, sister of Ron, was in her 5th year now in Hogwarts. She was Ron's sister. Ron's. Sister. She was practically my sister too. But somehow, when I looked at her with her soft, chestnut eyes and the dimple in her chin and her signature red hair, I just got chills. She was beautiful. She was really, really gorgeous. But of course she was going with Dean or some other boy and it would be weird if I dated my best mate's sister, and considering I watched her grow up makes the whole situation awkward. Still, she was there. She knew me, my story. She was the closest I could possibly get to a real girlfriend, considering Hermoine and Ron are unofficially an item.

Nevertheless, it was good to be in a home, for once.

I took another glance at Ginny, who was eating her dinner curtly, and smiled. I'm assuming I wasn't as sneaky as I would've liked, because Hermoine grinned and looked at me.

"So, Harry, what are some things you'd like to accomplish this school year?" She asked me, hinting at something.

"Well, I'd like to not, you know, die." I responded, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

"You know, mate, you could really turn your stress a level down with, you know, a girlfriend." Ron added, giving me a serious look. Great, so now they're going to question my non-existent love life.

"And what do you know about having a girlfriend, Ron? Last I checked, you never had one. Unless you're still going for Granger over here-"George was cut off by Ginny as Hermoine started to get red.

"He is right, Ron. You don't have much experience in the field. I don't think it's wise to judge Harry on something you have zero knowledge in." Ginny teased, making Ron grow tense.

"My apologies for not having 5 different partners in one week." Ron spat at Ginny.

"Settle! Settle; Ron, apologize to your sister." Mr. Weasley scolded, trying to take handle of the situation at hand.
"Sorry." Ron mumbled. He took his plate to the sink and then retreated to his bedroom quickly.

Ginny was quiet and looked down at her plate. I could tell her face was flushed with embarrassment. I swept with my plate and patted her on the back, then placed my dishes in the sink.

"Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Weasley. It was brilliant." I left to go confront Ron, excusing myself from the dinner.

"Anytime, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley chirped. The rest of them continued their meal.

Upstairs, Ron was staring at the wall of his room, thinking intently, which is not something Ron is usually seen doing.

"What you thinking about, mate?" I asked him.

"I really haven't a girlfriend, do I Harry? And who is Ginny telling me what to do? I'm older than her, it should be the other way around. And she honestly needs to get her priorities straight, seeing 50 guys a month!" He ranted, and I placed my hand on his back.

"Well, she's not exactly ugly." I accidentally said. I could tell this was the wrong thing. Ron's back tensed and he turned his head to look at me.
"You don't have it for my sister, do you?" He asked, glaring.

"You're my best mate, I wouldn't, I would never-"
"Why not then? Is there something wrong with her? She's adorable!" He counter-argued.

"Ron, I was just saying-"

"Knock, knock," Hermoine's voice was heard from the door, saving the day.

"It sounded like you two were having a row."
"It was nothing." I said, and stood up. Ron brushed off his jeans and looked at Hermoine. It seemed like he was really, really looking at her. Hermoine felt it too and started to blush and look at her feet. Ron smiled. Ugh, this crap again. I might as well leave them to go make out or something.

"Well, Ginny and I are off to bed, we've got a big day ahead of us! Hogwarts, sixth year, think of all the spells we'll learn this time around." Hermoine sighed, lost in her love of schoolwork. Ron and I chuckled, and then Ginny appeared at the doorway. She was in a nightgown, a soft, cotton, lavender nightgown. Her face was freshly washed and her teeth brushed, and she was wearing glasses. I have never seen a sight so adorable. I immediately grinned at her presence.

"Here, Ron, you left your shoes in the kitchen again, you know Mum doesn't like that." Ginny was holding a pair of shoes for Ron, who wasn't paying attention. I slowly approached her and reached out for them. Her hand brushed mine as she gave them to me, and chills went down my spine. Her cheeks went red and even I felt warmth spread across my face. Hermoine, being ever so observant, smiled at us once more.

"Well, goodnight Harry! Goodnight, Ron!" The two of them left the room, leaving two confused boys.

The power they had over us, it was tangible. It was so obvious we were in love.