The Untold Story Of Harry and Ginny

Part 7

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With a lot of arguing and Harry insisting that they shouldn't celebrate his birthday, they celebrated his birthday. Hermione had given him a book on broom flying, Ron gave him a copy of The Tales of Beatle the Bard and Mrs. Weasley of course gave him a knitted sweater. Bill had gone back home to Fleur and Charlie went back to Romania. They were both sad they couldn't stay for his birthday. George and Ginny gave him a present together. It was the telescope that Fred and George once shared.

"I can't except this, George," Harry started, "You and Fred-"

"It's a present, Harry. From Ginny and I to you," George interrupted. Harry smiled.

"Thank you," he said. He put all of his presents up in his room that he shared with Ron. Then, he heard a knock. He twirled around and saw Ginny standing before him. She walked into the room up to Harry and hugged him.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Ginny whispered. Harry hugged her back.

"Thanks, Gin," Harry muttered back. "And thanks for the telescope. You and George really didn't have to do that."

"Yeah we did," Ginny said. "We care about you so we wanted to make you happy. George has a lot of other things that remind him of Fred. Like the shop for example."

Harry smiled.

"I might help him run it a little. Plus it'll get me a discount on things," Ginny said, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

"So you'll be going back to school…" Harry concluded. Ginny looked up at him and nodded.

"I'll be all by myself with no one there. Luna won't be coming back, Hermione won't be coming back…no one related to me will be there…"

"Ginny don't think of the negative," Harry intervened.

"You won't be there."

Harry sighed and kissed the top of her head.

"I know. I'm sorry," Harry apologized.

"There's no need to be sorry, Harry," whispered Ginny.

"Oi!" Ginny and Harry heard Ron scream.

"It's not my fault you're a…a…slob!" Hermione cried back. Ginny turned to the door.

"You take that back you filthy mudblood!" Ron roared. Ginny gasped.

"Ronald Weasley!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. Then, Harry and Ginny heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Yeah you just go up to your little friends and cry to them!" Ron yelled. Then, they heard a slap. Harry and Ginny couldn't help chuckling. Then, Hermione came up to them and kicked at Ron's bed.

"That git!" Hermione cried and ran over to Harry and threw her arms around him. Harry patted her back comfortingly. Ginny walked over to Harry's bed and sat down on it.

"You'll be okay, Hermione," said Harry. Then another knock came from the door to the attic. Everyone turned to the direction sound came from. George was standing in the doorway.

"Erm…Hermione?" he started, "I think we should leave Harry and Ginny to their business." Hermione and George looked into each other's eyes. George looking into Hermione's brown eyes within a circle of red from her crying. And she looked into his glowing brown eyes that looked just like Ron's. She sighed and walked away from Harry to George in the doorway.

"You can talk to me about it," he whispered so only she could hear. She smiled faintly and nodded then walked down the stairs with George following. Harry walked over to Ginny and sat down beside her. She rested her head down on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her.

"I hope she'll be all right," Ginny whispered.

"Me too, Ginny," Harry said. "Me too."

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Hermione was pacing in front of George in his room. The door was closed, and he was sitting on his bed.

"You don't want to talk about it?" George asked. Hermione stopped in front of him.

"His just a…such a…" Hermione started, searching in her large brain trying to find the right word.

"A hopeless bloke that doesn't care about anyone but himself and food?" George tried out. Hermione laughed and nodded.

"I guess that could fit," she said and sat down on his bed beside George. They stared into each other's eyes again but Hermione cleared her throat and they both looked away simultaneously.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea Hermione," George comforted and looked back at her. "You'll be all right."

Hermione looked back at him and hugged him. George blinked a few times before hugging her back. He drew invisible circle patterns on her back soothingly.

"Thank you George," Hermione whispered. George shivered slightly and smiled faintly.

"You're welcome," he muttered back. They released each other and looked at each other again.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I don't exactly have anything else to do…" George told Hermione. She smiled and nodded, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then she stood up and walked out of his room, leaving George looking at the spot where she left, itching a smile.

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Before anyone knew it, it was Ginny's seventeenth birthday. Harry was obsessing over what to get for her.

A…locket! No, no, no…um…a…set of earrings! No, no, no! A…ring? No! No! No, Harry. Get something that Ginny will remember forever…

That was what went through his head the whole day before.

Thankfully, Harry didn't get the set of earrings because Hermione filled that spot. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley got her a watch, George gave her a high-five and a box from Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and Percy and Ron gave her a new pigmy puff since her last one didn't make it. Harry asked her to come into her room for a moment. He carried her present behind his back.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Ginny asked after Harry closed the door.

"I wanted to give you your present, of course," Harry said and walked over to her. She was sitting down on her bed and he sat down at her side.

"Okay, so I couldn't decide what to get you so I got you two things," Harry began.

"Oh you didn't have to do that, Harry," said Ginny, although, she did like presents.

"So first, I got you what you got me on my seventeenth," he continued. Then he leaned over and gave her a soft kiss, which she returned. Then he sat back up and reached behind his back and handed her a not so well wrapped gift.

"Sorry about the wrapping," Harry apologized. "I did it at the last minute."

"Oh it doesn't matter how you wrap the gift Harry. It matter what's within the wrapping," Ginny said as she unwrapped it. She finished unwrapping the present and picked up a medium sized box (like the kind that was the length of a CD case) that said, Baking Soda. Ginny looked over at Harry. He smiled and she smiled back, confused.

"Ah…thank you, Harry," Ginny thanked. And shook the box around. Nothing was in it but soda of baking.

"You don't like it," Harry pouted.

"Oh, no, no, no, Harry," Ginny tried to amend. "I love it."

Harry's smile popped back on his face.

"It's the thought that counts," sighed Ginny. Harry looked down at her.

"Open it," he said. She did as he told her and found that there was none other than…baking soda inside the box. But wait! Ginny saw a little silver sticking out from the soda of baking. She poked it with her fingers and then picked it up with her pointer finger and thumb. When she pulled it all the way out, there was a little golden snitch charm hanging off of the silver chain. She smiled and looked at Harry.

"Whew," she sighed. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"So if there really wasn't anything in there except baking soda, you wouldn't want it?" he said.

"Harry, I know you wouldn't do that anyways-" Ginny started.

"You wouldn't like it," Harry interrupted.

"Yes, I would like it," Ginny said, "because it came from you." Harry smiled.

"Thank you Harry," she said and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back.

"Happy birthday, Gin," he murmured into her hair.