Harry caught a glimpse of the Burrow before a flash went off in his eyes
"Mr Potter – how does it feel to have finally defeated You-know-who!?"
'Oh fucking marvellous', he thought bitterly as he saw the horde of reporters standing in front of him.
"Mr Weasley – How did you assist Mr Potter while you we're on the run?"
"Mr Potter – What is your say on Death Eater punishment?"
"Miss Granger – is it true that you and Mr Weasley are secretly married?"
"Mrs Weasley – is it true that you're the one that finally struck down Bellatrix Lestrange?"
"Mr Potter – Are you considering taking the post of the Minister now that the war is over?"
"Miss Weasley – is it true that you are carrying Mr Potter's child?"
"Mr Potter - where did you go on the run this past year?"
"Mr Potter – what are your feelings towards all of the lives lost in the war?"
Mr and Mrs Weasley moved hurriedly through the garden gate: Ron tugged Hermione through and Harry followed pulling Ginny with him and slammed it behind them – but not before turning around to the reporters and yelling,
"NO FUCKING COMMENT – LEAVE!! LEAVE EVERYONE THE FUCK ALONE YOU RUTHLESS FUCKING VULTURES!!"
At his sides Mr and Mrs Weasley; Ron and Hermione already had their wands out putting wards around the Burrow.
"Mr and Mrs Weasley, I'm sorry. Its fine, I'll go. Then maybe you can get some peace. I'm sorry about the reporters," Harry said earnestly.
Mrs Weasley dropped her wand to her side and turned to Harry,
"Don't be ridiculous. You can hardly go back to live with your, uh, relatives," she said, her eyes narrowing in obvious distaste for the Dursley's, "Harry and I'm hardly expecting you attempt to find a house – you're only seventeen; you're too young to be living on your own. You'll be around people that care about you and I daresay that's what you need right now. That's what we all need right now. And Harry, they were pestering all of us too – so I don't think that you leaving would help get rid of them," she told him firmly.
Harry nodded and sighed, "Fine."
Tears began to prick at his eyes – it felt good to have someone like a mother figure in his life. It was exactly what he needed. She was right. He had never had that before and he liked it.
He couldn't help but doubt it though. He couldn't feel it was his right to let Mrs Weasley treat him like a son – she'd just lost one and didn't want to be some twisted form of a substitute.
Hermione swept her wand in an arc high above her and over to the other garden wall. The noise of the reporters disappeared – they could no longer be seen either,
"That ought to do it," she said, with a little self satisfied smirk, "They can't see in and we don't have to put up with looking at them or listening to them either."
"Where does the boundary stop?" Ginny asked.
"I put it until after the patch of trees and the pond – so it's safe to go there. Why?" Hermione replied.
"'Cause I want to go for a walk and wanted to know where I could go without getting bombarded with ridiculous questions," she said beginning to walk away, as Mr and Mrs Weasley went into the house.
Harry watched her go muttering under her breath, "Pregnant – pfft – stupid fuckers – he's been gone ten months – fucking morons..."
He let her walk away while having an internal argument with himself...
'I should talk to her now' – 'But I think she really wants to be alone right now' – 'Yeah but I need to know what's going on in her head' – 'She'll probably hex me; she did look pretty pissed...'
Ron broke into his thoughts with,
"You alright? You look like you're going to puke or something."
"Yeah – I'm fine," Harry replied absently.
"Stop bullshitting me – You've said 'fine' so many times it doesn't even sound like a word anymore," Ron countered, "You can tell us, we're you're best friends."
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione – then looked at Ginny in the distance making her way through the trees. He huffed,
"It's about Ginny."
Ron crinkled his nose in disgust, "I dunno if I want to hear this."
Hermione glared at him and slapped him across his arm, hard,
"Ow! What is it with people hitting me?" he said scowling at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him before turning her attention back to Harry; who had a small smile dancing in the light of his eyes – but it didn't quite make it to the rest of his features, and it burnt out all too quickly,
"What's wrong? Everything seemed okay before you two went to bed."
"It was!" Harry exclaimed running his hand over his face, "Everything was fine until...well promise not to tell Ginny I told you? Please, she'll hex me to Azkaban and back," he pleaded.
Ron did not look impressed,
"What did you do?" he asked an eyebrow raised in question.
"Nothing! I didn't do anything, we were sleeping and she woke me up because she was having a nightmare – so I kind of patted her on the back a bit. Then we slept together -,"
"YOU WHAT!?" Ron growled, taking a step towards Harry.
Realising what he said Harry's eyes grew round and he hastily corrected himself,
"NO! I meant I slept beside her! She was still upset about the nightmare and she didn't want me to leave – she asked me to," he said hands put up in surrender.
Ron stepped back again and awkwardly shrugged and nodded. Hermione motioned for Harry to continue,
"Uh – well anyway – when I woke up she was in a shower and when she came back into the room...I dunno...it was just, weird."
"Weird?" Hermione questioned looking thoughtful, "What do you mean weird?"
"It was like awkward, I suppose. She wouldn't look me in the eyes and didn't exactly speak to me."
"Maybe you should go talk to her?" Ron ventured.
Hermione gave Ron a sarcastic look that clearly read, 'Well done, you ass-tard'
"What? Don't look at me like that!" Ron defended.
"Don't you think Harry could have worked that much out for himself?" Hermione said folding her arms.
"What else was I supposed to say?" Ron said matching her stance.
'Oh for FUCK SAKE,' Harry rolled his eyes, 'Here we bloody go.'
Ron and Hermione continued to bicker and Harry yelled over them,
"Uh, thanks! I'll just leave you to it then?" they continued to ignore him, "Brilliant, see you later," Harry began to follow Ginny's path to the trees, similarly muttering to himself,
"Bloody hell – never stop fucking arguing – didn't even help me – think they would have stopped bloody fighting by now – drive me in-fucking-sane..."
***
Hermione threw her hands up and growled in frustration,
"You're so annoying!"
"Yeah, well so are you!" Ron bit back at her.
"Well done. Come up with that all on your own did you?"
"Stop being a pain in the arse!"
"Urrggh! You're such a prick!"
They looked at each other in silence. Hermione was trembling with suppressed rage and Ron's chest was heaving with the deep breaths he was taking, attempting to calm his temper.
"How is this ever going to work!? We're not even together a day and we're already fighting!" Hermione huffed through the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"It's what we do! We fight! You're not afraid to tell me that I'm being a prick and I'm not afraid to tell you when you're being a pain in the arse – which you are most of the time – but I don't care. I love you and that's not going to change."
Hermione let her tears fall as she shook her head in disbelief,
"H-how do you do that? One minute you're immature and arguing with me about something stupid and then you say something like that! You totally confuse me!"
Ron grabbed her close and whispered in her ear, his soft breath sending chills down her spine, "I'm glad that I've finally stumped the know-it-all."
"Prick," she whispered half-heartedly.
"And you love it," he said his lips inches from hers.
Ron captured her lips with his and Hermione responded with fervour – there really was nothing better than kissing someone after a fight...
A/N: Next up... find out what's going on with Ginny...
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