I woke up the next morning with a sharp poke into my back.
"Ow! What?" I croaked turning over to Harry who looked amused. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Come and look what's in the living room," Harry said tugging my arm. I groaned and pulled the covers back. My covered feet slipped slightly on the floor as Harry tugged me excitedly.
"What could possibly be this exciting?" I snapped. It was six in the morning, and ungodly hour if I say so myself. I turned into the living room and gaped. It wasn't a living room anymore. It was covered in balloons. There was, if I had to make a guess, thousands of balloons covering every square inch of space that wasn't filled with baskets of chocolate or fruit. "Who did this?" I asked giggling wildly.
"Your family," Harry answered hitting me with a balloon. I looked at some of the balloons and saw that it said I'M SORRY! L in large letters. I giggled again and began to look at all the baskets of goodies. Harry handed me a chocolate basket and read off the label. "'Dear Harry and Ginny, I'm very sorry I made a bet. Please forgive me. Love Bill. P.S. Fleur wants me to inform you that she is so disgusted that I did that, she wont sleep with me until she decides otherwise.' Aw, isn't that sweet. Brava Phlegm!"
I snorted and opened another card. "'Dear Harry and Ginny, I am so sorry! For my horrible actions, you wont have to wear my dress. Love, mum.' Hell yeah!" I high-fived Harry.
"Why do you think they did that?" Harry asked taking a large bite of chocolate something.
"I told Hermione something that I asked to be kept a secret," I said slyly.
"And you knew she would tell," Harry said smirking.
"I didn't know my family would act like this!" I said lying down on the couch.
"What was the secret?" Harry asked handing me a piece of orange.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I answered slyly.
"Yes I would," Harry said smirking.
"It was nothing," I said feeling heat rise in my cheeks.
"No come on tell me," Harry said now looking more serious. "You can tell me."
"Alright. You are not allowed to freak out in any way, shape, or form," I warned and he nodded immediately. "Ok, I never slept with Colin in fourth year. I never slept with Michael or Dean. I didn't loose my virginity until I was nineteen," I said waiting for him to notice.
"Oh that's not bad," Harry said and got up and walked into the bathroom. "OH MY GOD!" I winced and Harry ran back in. "I was your…first?"
"Yeah," I said shrugging.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked sitting on a balloon. It popped with a sharp snap and he leapt into the air. I tried to suppress a giggle. "I was your first time?"
"Its no big deal," I said trying to shrug it off.
"Yes it is!" Harry insisted taking my hands.
"Why? I've slept with you many more times," I said pulling him down to sit by me.
"You were a virgin! I took away your virginity!" Harry bellowed.
"You are freaking out!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry!" Harry said smoothing down my hair.
"Why does this bother you?" I asked him as he got himself a drink. "Harry it's six in the morning."
"Some people are still partying," Harry informed me. He took a shot all at once and banged his fist on the table. He came back in looking embarrassed. "So how was I?"
"You were, are, and always be, the best. My champ," I said rolling my eyes. He smiled all proudly and walked into the bedroom. A stray balloon bounced off of my head for a moment before I hit it down and smiled again. I guess my family is forgiven.
Harry walked back into the room ten minutes later looking shy.
"Alright what I am about to tell you is secret, sacred, classified information. If you were to tell anyone, I.e. Ron, it would ruin everything," Harry said looking really embarrassed.
"You're gay and in love with Ron," I snorted. Harry turned even redder.
"No just listen," Harry said impatiently taking my hands and sitting on the couch. "I didn't loose my virginity until I was twenty."
"Oh," I said feeling like a bag of bricks had smack me. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. OH. So I was your first time. Huh, isn't that weird. And now we end up together. Wait Ron said you lost your virginity in seventh year to some girl down the block from you," I smirked. "You lied."
"You did too!" Harry said turning pink again.
"Girls can lie. The later a girl looses her virginity the better. A boy get turned on more easily. They usually become sexually active when their fourteen." Harry frowned and I leaned in. "Masturbation." Harry blushed again. "So I was your first?"
"Yes and you cant tell anyone. Especially Hermione, she is like Rita Skeeter with bushy hair," Harry said firmly.
"I am not going to tell anyone," I said kissing him.
"Good I have to go to work," Harry said kissing me again. "I will be back later."
"If you see Moody-" I began.
"You are sick in bed," Harry smirked and left.
I was his first. Well I couldn't just keep that a secret! This was big news. This was the mac daddy of all news! I hopped off the couch and stuck my head into the fireplace.
"Hermione!" I called. "Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!"
"Ginny?" Ron asked padding into the kitchen. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I need to talk to Hermione can I please floo over?" I asked rushed.
"Sure did you get the stuff?" Ron asked bending down.
"Yes, you are all are so sweet," I said reaching in and pinching his cheek.
"Ow, can I have a chocolate frog?" Ron asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Sure."
Ten minutes later I was sitting in my old apartment.
"What is this big news?" Hermione asked handing me some tea.
"Ok Hermione you know when I say that something is a secret don't tell anyone, and then you do?" I asked frowning slightly.
"Well I usually only tell Ron," Hermione said gesturing at Ron who was snoring on the table.
"That boys lips are looser that my morals," I said shaking my head. "This is a real secret. This is something that if I tell you can never leave this room. Or your mind. This is something, that if broken, will give me the ammo to kill you. I mean it, this is my biggest secret." I noticed the snores and stopped. "So Ron I'm going to ask you to leave." Ron pretended to not hear me. "Oh look a PlayWizard got stuffed in here by mistake." Ron snapped up.
"Huh?" he walked over and blushed under Hermione's stare. "That is vile trash," Ron said in a fake voice that faltered slightly.
"Ronald leave," Hermione said.
"Yes dear," Ron said meekly and turned away.
"So what is it?" Hermione asked. I stared at her face and then thought back to what Harry said. If I told then I would have lost his trust.
"Your cookies are so gross," I finally said. There was a snort on the other side of the door and I knew Ron was listening.
"My cookies are gross?" Hermione said standing. "Ron loves my cookies!"
"Did you have sex with him after he said that?" I asked trying to leave. I almost gave away Harry's secret.
"Ron!" Hermione bellowed and I left.
When I arrived home the balloons started bouncing around happily. I smiled and playfully swatted them around. Hermione popped in next to me.
"ARRRGH!" I yelled toppling over and landing on balloons that popped under my weight.
"You were right. He thinks they are gross!" Hermione said sitting on a balloon. "Oh that makes me feel so much better!" Hermione snapped as the balloon burst under her weight.
"They are only gross because you are pregnant," I said. "Your senses are off."
"Were they good before?" Hermione sniffed.
"They were edible," I said wincing as she sobbed again. "Alright so you don't make cookies anymore. Big deal, you are making something bigger."
"Pie?" Hermione asked looking at me. I rolled my eyes.
"A baby," I said patting her head.
"That's right. I am having his baby," Hermione said firmly.
"Yeah I wouldn't shout that from the tallest tower," I muttered sarcastically.
"Huh?" Hermione asked wiping her eyes on a napkin that read 'I'M SORRY WE BETTED ON YOUR SEX LIFE!'
"Nothing," I said kissing her head. "I'm going to go back to bed. It is only seven in the morning. Why wasn't Ron going to work?"
"He and Harry have the day off," Hermione said and I frowned.
"Harry left for work," I said thinking the worst.
There was a pop to my right.
"Well darling, it seems today is my day off-" Harry said and stopped when he saw Hermione. "Ginny can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
"Don't bother she already told me," Hermione sobbed.
Harry looked hurt, embarrassed, and furious.
"You told her?" Harry bellowed.
"Yes I told her how much her cookies suck. Stop making it worse," I said giving him a pointed look.
"That's what you told her?" Harry asked breathing more evenly.
"That is what I told her," I said placing my hands on my hips.
"Right then," Harry said and walked into the kitchen. "Hey we have stuff in here too."
I walked into the kitchen. And saw plates of cookies and fudge. There were also platters of brownies and cupcakes. I smirked.
"This is like a fat kids paradise!" I said taking a bite of a cookie. I spit it out and thought I was going to vomit. Harry looked at me questioningly. "Hermione." He quickly put the cookie down and moved them to the back.
"You should tell Hermione secrets more often," Harry said lightly looking over at me. "Why would you randomly tell Hermione that he cookies suck?" He looked over at me and his green eyes bore into my brain. I swear sometimes he can read minds.
I sighed. "I honestly almost did. But I couldn't. I value your trust more than anything," I said and was relieved he didn't look angry.
"Almost?" Harry asked looking at me. I nodded. "I can take almost." We hugged for a while.
"What are you guys doing in there?" Hermione bellowed.
A/N Please read and review. I got this chappie in before Friday midday ;)