Chapter 7 - Discussing
The sun shone over the hills and into the East-facing windows of the Burrow, illuminating two figures curled up together on a bed. Dust swirled and danced in the early morning rays as the figures began to stir, awoken by the call of the birds.
'Mornin',' muttered Ginny, as she spun around to face her boyfriend who lay on the other side of the bed.
He didn't think that any of Ginny's brothers would approve of him being there, never mind her parents (she was, after all, just 17), but when he had decided it was time for bed the previous night, he realised he didn't actually have anywhere to sleep. He didn't think it was a good idea to go back to his flat, as Ron was there. He really didn't want to sleep in Ron's room. Hermione was on the sofa in the lounge. Seeing as it was just him and Ginny still awake, she suggested that he sleep with her, and he agreed only too happily.
'Hey,' he yawned back, planting a soft kiss on her lips. 'What's the time?'
'It's only about 7. Those bloody birds wake me up at bloody stupid times every single bloody day!'
'Never mind,' Harry uttered, rolling over on top of her, his face inches from hers and his breath tickling her cheeks, 'it gives us more time together.'
He kissed her softly, slowly, and passionately, cupping her face with his hands. Her arms snaked up around his neck, pulling him closer as their kissing grew more intense.
The sun was high in the sky when a noise broke the perfect silence. Ginny had been perfectly content to just lie there, with her head on Harry's bare chest as he snored softly, listening to his steady breathing and the rise and fall of his chest. The plodding footfalls walking past the door startled Ginny, and she jumped, waking Harry up.
'What is it?' he asked, staring round at her.
She had a fairly worried look on her face as she answered. 'Bill, I think that was. But everyone, everyone else! It's nearly 10 'o' clock!'
'What are you talking about, Ginny?'
'You, Harry. Being here, in my room. With no clothes on. Don't you think that's just a teensy bit suspicious?'
'Right,' he said, jumping up and pulling on his shirt, finally understanding what she was on about.
'And Harry ...' Ginny began.
'Yeh?' he answered, pausing in pulling on his boxers.
'Haven't you been wearing those clothes for three days straight now? Have you even showered?'
'Well ... no ... but I don't have any more clothes to wear! And I'm not going back to the flat, not now.'
'Get in there,' Ginny replied, climbing out of bed herself and shoving him through a door Harry had never entered before. 'And I'll sort these out,' she added, picking up Harry's clothes and pointing her wand at them.
'What exactly did you do to these?' Harry asked for the tenth time that morning, sniffing the shoulder of his shirt.
'I've told you,' Ginny replied, looking away as she walked on down the stairs towards the promising smell of breakfast, 'I just scourgified them.'
'Hmph. Really. They would -'
However, he had no time to finish his sentence as they had already entered the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley came up to them. 'Ah, Harry dear, you found somewhere to sleep then?'
'Uh, yeh, I just went up to Ron's room. You know, the camp bed is still there.'
They had decided that this lie was as good as any, although Harry thought Mrs. Weasley's eyes were not entirely believing as she answered him.
'Hmmm, well, okay. Come along and have some breakfast, then. What do you want? Sausage? Bacon? Eggs? Scrambled or poached? There are both. Or there's toast. And-'
Harry and Ginny both answered her, and sat down to join the rest of the family.
As Mrs. Weasley piled their plates high with anything she could find, Mr. Weasley began to speak.
'We were just talking about what we're going to do with Ron. We didn't get very far yesterday, so there's no point dragging him here and going through yesterday again. We don't really know what to do.'
'I like the idea of just hexing him a good few times. You know, do a bit of permanent damage. He won't try anything again in a hurry,' George suggested.
'He'll be pretty sorry he ever did anything in the first place.'
'You'll do no kind of thing to your brother, George,' Mrs. Weasley scolded, picking up his plate.
No one else said anything, and all that could be heard were the sounds of Harry and Ginny eating, and Mrs. Weasley tidying up.
'You know ... that might actually work,' Mr. Weasley said thoughtfully. 'Not permanent damage or anything, Molly dear,' he added hurriedly when he saw the look on Mrs. Weasley's face, 'but you know, make him regret everything he did. We can make him think about what he did and everything afterwards ...'
'Really, Arthur,' Mrs. Weasley said, continuing to tidy up the finished breakfast things, 'you can't honestly be thinking of doing that. You must be kidding us me.'
Despite Mrs. Weasley's opinion on the matter, nobody else was looking at Mr. Weasley like he was kidding; Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Angelina, Harry and Ginny all had looks on their faces that suggested they thought what Mr. Weasley was saying was a good idea. Hermione was wearing a vacant expression, as though trying to take in what was being said, and George just looked at his dad in a fairly incredulous way, obviously shocked that his idea was actually being taken seriously.
Noticing the rest of her family's faces, Mrs. Weasley stopped trying to pack away.
'Well, I suppose it ... may ... just work,' she reasoned, cocking her head to one side, 'but I shall take no role in the hurting of my son! And I really can't believe you are either, Arthur-'
'Molly,-'
'So I shall simply pretend not to know a thing,' she finished, turning to face the sink and beginning the washing up.
'Are you ready?' Mr. Weasley asked, his hand resting on the doorknob to George, Harry and Ron's flat.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Angelina, Harry and Ginny all stood behind him with their wands drawn, and Hermione stood at the back of the group, looking suitably frightened.
Slowly, they all began to nod.
'Alright then,' Mr. Weasley said, as he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.
They all stumbled through it, keeping their wands raised in front of them. As one, nine people, along with nine wands, spun around to face Ron, ready to strike.
'What?!' all nine voices cried at once.
Many wands were lowered in shock, as they took in the unlikely sight before their eyes.
'Ron!' cried Hermione.
I don't usually add an author's note cos they tend to annoy me, but I didn't get a single review for my last chapter.
Do you know how annoying and frustrating that is? It makes you not want to bother writing any more, so if the same happens for the next chapter, I just won't carry on.
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