I sat up in bed and cursed the sun for shining. My head was pounding into my temples and I was sure it was going to explode. I sat up in bed and realized I was still wearing my shoes, and my dress, and my make-up that was now smudged way up my face. I went over to my mirror and wiped it off my face. I grumbled and stumbled back to my bedside table. I checked the time and was surprised the see it way passed eleven. I changed into pajamas and walked outside into the living room. I glanced and saw Harry's keys were hanging up, well that was normal. He wouldn't drive to work, he would Appararate. I noticed his bedroom door was closed. Either he was at work or still sleeping. I yawned and walked into the kitchen and began to make breakfast for two. I figure, if he's not up to eat it then I'll eat it.
I finished making pancakes and bacon when I heard a door open. I glanced up and saw an extremely disheveled Harry making his way over to the kitchen. I don't even think he saw me.
" Morning Harry," I said smiling. He just groaned and got some milk. " No, don't drink milk, drink this." I handed him my hangover remedy I knew how to make since I was like fourteen. I handed him a glass and he took a sip. I watched as his face distorted and scrunched up his eyes.
" What is that?" he asked placing the glass down on the counter. He was wiping it off his mouth.
" Hangover medicine." I said. I looked up at him and smiled.
" What's in it?" Harry asked still disgusted.
" Egg whites, tomato sauce, flour, water, and orange juice. It tastes like shit but it helps the hangovers," I said smiling. He still looked gross out but I could tell it work because he was moving around better. " Drink it. You're gonna be sick all day if you don't," I instructed handing him a glass. He reluctantly took it and gulped it down in four sips.
" That is so nasty," Harry said heavily. He burped and was afraid he was going to throw it up.
" I also have another hangover remedy," I said. Harry looked over at me.
" Do you have to drink it?" he asked.
" Nope," I said.
" Well what is it?" Harry asked thinking he would much rather of had the other one.
" Don't drink," I said. Harry looked over at me annoyed and then smiled. I felt my breath come in a gasp and I turned away. Nope I didn't like him again. " Do you want some breakfast?" I asked loading his plate.
" You remind me of your mother," Harry said as he sat down.
" Excuse me, I didn't wake up and start insulting you first thing in the morning," I snapped at him. He smiled and looked up at me surprised.
" I was kidding. I love your mother like she was my own," Harry said. He was frowning and I guess he meant the way he cooked.
" Oh, right my mother," I said scratching my head. Harry was now eating his food at an extreme rate and didn't even look up until I asked his to pass the syrup.
" Here," he said handing it to me. " These are the best pancakes I have ever had," Harry said smiling.
" Oh, thanks," I took a bite and looked over at him. Hey these were pretty good pancakes.
" What's in them?" Harry asked looking up.
" Oh, you know cinnamon, sugar, batter, vinegar, carrot juice, tuna," I said all this in a calm tone and I watched as Harry slowly lowered his fork.
" Tuna?" he asked.
" Oh, yeah the chunky kinds," I said smiling at him.
" You know what, I think I'm done," Harry said looking sick.
" I'm kidding." I said laughing. He looked over at me weirdly.
" I don't always get your jokes," Harry explained.
" You have to be up here," I said tapping my head. He nodded like he agreed and went back to eating. " I would never use chunky tuna, I would use the creamy kind." I said standing up. Harry looked at me again and I smiled. I don't think he knew whether or not I was kidding.
I walked into the bathroom and took my shower, taking care to wash the makeup off my face. When I got out I got semi dressed in some underwear and a tee-shirt. I was braiding my hair when there was a knock on the door.
" Ginny, can I come in? I need to brush my teeth," Harry called.
" Yeah its open," I said brushing through the snarls on the right side of my head.
The door opened and Harry walked in. He went about brushing his teeth and only glanced over at me a couple of times. Three seconds later he looked over at me wide eyes.
" Yur want dwessed!" Harry yelled at me, toothpaste slipping out of his mouth.
" Yes I am," I said pointing to my shirt.
" No, your bottom half," Harry said spitting out his toothpaste and turning away.
" Its not like I'm bare bottom. I have underwear on. Harry, I don't freak out every time you walk around in your boxers," I said. Harry just fumbled for the doorknob and turned it.
" Yeah, well," Harry stuttered. I rolled my eyes.
" Excuse me," I snapped walking past him. " Grow up!" I snapped at him before I got to my room and slammed the door. I glanced at myself in the mirror. My undies hugged my bottom so that there was a cute little peeking from under the tiny material, and my tee-shirt was short and came up around my belly button. Alright, maybe I do look a little shocking, not very Ginny like.
There was a knock on my door and I rolled my eyes.
" Ginny?" Harry called.
" I'm not in my habit, would you still like to come in?" I yelled.
" I'm sorry, I just haven't seen you in your underwear before," Harry called again.
" Yeah, I know its amazing. Last guy who saw it was so amazed he wrote a book," I said sarcastically.
" Can I please come in?" Harry asked.
" I don't care," I said smoothing my shirt down and shoving things under my bed. Just before the door turned I checked to make sure my breath smelled alright. Then I sat down moodily in my chair.
" Ok," Harry said walking in. He looked around the room. " Wow, I don't think I've ever been in here," Harry said glancing around. " Ron kept it a right old mess," Harry said. He sat down on my bed and looked around more. " I am always amazed by how you keep your room," Harry said smiling. I felt my stomach tighten. " You have an organized mess that works for you," Harry said. " And if I'm correct, there is a packet of cigarette's under that loose floorboard," Harry said pointing to it.
" Well, yeah I don't smoke them, they're just there in case," I muttered.
" Yeah Ron told me he found them when he was in your room one time," Harry said.
" He snooped in my room? That bastard," I said narrowing my eyes.
" So, I want to invite Ron and Hermione over here," Harry said looking over at me.
" No," I said shaking my head.
" What why?" Harry asked looking confused.
" I stole Hermione's shoes and I'm not ready to give them back," I said nodding at a pair of stiletto's.
" Wait are these the shoes she called about like seven times?" Harry asked.
" Oh yeah. I took them," I said nodding.
" Why?" Harry asked.
" You don't understand the way a girl works, you take a guys I don't know. Broom. If you take his broom away he freaks out, if you take a good pair of shoes from a girl here entire world falls apart. We also fight different. A guy will come right out and let you know their mad by punching you in the face. A girl will compliment you. Like, 'Wow, I love you new nose,' or my favorite, ' Are you loosing weight? Oh, you're not? Didn't think so,' See. We are a mean sort of people." I explained.
" What ever I invited them already," Harry said standing. " Come on. Do this for me please," Harry said begging. Once again I felt my body jerk and I found myself nodding. After he left I slammed my fist into a pillow seven time before I missed the pillow and slammed my hand into the headboard. Then I cried for an hour. I was in love again. Shit.
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