Harry and Ginny: A Love Story
Chapter 10: Battle of Wills-The beginning
The next few days were very idyllic for Harry and Ginny. Late every night after everyone was asleep, Ginny would sneak over and sleep with Harry. At first they had been a little worried, but as the nights past and no one discovered them, they became more at ease.
They had both noticed Ron's sullen attitude whenever they were around him but they figured there was nothing they could do so they just chose to ignore him.
They thing that surprised them the most was the extra attention that the Twins seemed to be giving them. Of course they had said that they were going to take Harry and Ginny under their wings and teach them about the finer points of pranking.
They waited for the right moment when most people were either busy or off doing something and pulled Harry and Ginny into their room. They sat the young couple down and pulled up a easel with a large pad on it.
Fred grabbed a large pointer as George began to speak. "The thing to remember for a great prank is that the object of said prank needs to be oblivious before the action starts. Here subterfuge is your best friend.
Fred flipped over the first page and there was a stick drawing of several people, one was pointing to one side and the second was looking where he was pointing, while the third slipped something into the second one's drink.
Here is an example of subterfuge. Notice the misdirection provided by the decoy. By drawing the attention of the mark, the assistant can slip the object of the prank into the mark's drink.
Harry and Ginny were giggling at the crude drawing and the manner in which the Twins were giving their presentation.
"One thing the perpetrator needs is a good avenue of escape, or a good reason for being in the vicinity of the mark," George continued.
While George was talking, Fred pulled out a old folded piece of parchment.
"Now as our apprentices, you need to swear never to reveal any information we are going to pass on to you until such time as you take on apprentices of your own," George said very seriously.
He stared at Harry and Ginny who both said "I swear."
"OK, good. We are now going to reveal to you one of the secrets of our great success at Hogwarts," George said with a flourish. Stepping aside and motioning to Fred.
"I present to you the Marauder's Map," he said, as he laid out the piece of parchment.
When Harry and Ginny looked at them questioningly, George said, "You need to know the Magic words."
Fred smiled as he took his wand and tapped the map, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good!"
As Harry and Ginny stared at the parchment, a series of lines began to flow out from where the wand had struck. With a quickening speed it became a map, and such a map it was.
"That's Hogwarts," Ginny said in awe.
Harry though was staring at the top where writing materialized. At first he was smiling just like Ginny, in awe of the map before them but then slowly his face took on a much more shocked and troubled look.
Ginny was reading the text out loud, Messr's Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present the Marauder's Map." She hesitated as she felt the change come over Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she sent, worriedly.
Harry didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the words, his face paling and the room began to swim in his vision.
"Harry!" Ginny called out, panicking as Harry began to hyperventilate.
At first Fred and George teased Harry, "I know it's impressive Harry, but come on now." Fred said.
By now Harry was shaking and sweat was pouring down his face. Ginny quickly grabbed him and turned him toward her. "Harry? What is it?" she asked, with great concern,
Harry was lost in his memories, of being with his parents and a couple of their friends. He was on a children's broom, zooming around the living room, one of the men was sitting on the couch laughing while the other two were chasing Harry.
"Padfoot, watch out for that lamp!" one shouted.
"Don't worry Prongs, I've got it covered." the one with the long wavy dark hair replied.
The one on the couch was laughing so hard, he fell to the floor. "Some help you are Moony," Prongs said, laughing as he watched him roll around, "Some great Uncles you two are!"
Harry's eyes slowly came back into focus, and he looked at Ginny who was kneeling over him. "I must have fallen," he thought as he stared up at a very concerned looking Ginny. He became aware that tears were rolling down his cheeks.
"What's the matter Harry?" Ginny said softly to him.
Shakily Harry sat up, wiping his face as he did so. George handed him a glass of water, "OK there, Harry?" he asked solicitously.
Harry nodded and took a drink of the water. "Sorry," he said softly. "I. . . I had a memory flash into my head."
"What was it Harry?" Ginny asked.
Harry's eyes took on a far away look. "It was me as a toddler. I was on a kid's broom, and there were three men with me." He looked into Ginny's eyes, his own filled with anguish. "One was my dad and one of the others called him Prongs. My dad called the one who said that, Padfoot. They were chasing me around a living room and the other one was rolling around laughing, they called him Moony. He called them my uncles."
By now he had everyone's deepest attention and they were looking at him in awe.
"We've heard rumours of a group called the Marauders at School and from what we've been able to find out the time frame is about right for one of them to have been your dad," George said, lowly.
They had all ended up sitting on the floor in a loose circle, Ginny sitting by Harry and gently running her fingers through his hair.
"Wow," Fred said softly, "To meet the son of one of the Marauders."
Harry looked at Ginny, his eyes pleading with her, "I'd like to go lay down for a while," he sent morosely.
"OK Harry," Ginny replied, smiling wanly at him.
"Fred, George, I think we've had enough for today," she said softly.
Fred and George both nodded, "OK Ginny, we can understand that."
They looked at Harry as Ginny helped him rise. "We didn't know Harry, it must have come as a huge shock," Fred said.
"Yeah, Harry. We never expected anything like this to happen," added George.
"It's OK guys," Harry said with a weak smile. "I know there is no way you could have know. It was just a shock to have that flash back and remember that."
George took his wand and tapped the map saying, "Mischief Managed" and they watched as the map faded away.
Ginny and Harry left the sad looking Twins, something that they had hoped would be fun certainly hadn't turned out that way. She led Harry back to his room where she sat him down, removed his trainers and gently pushed him back onto the bed. She then removed her own shoes and joined him, where they cuddled close.
Ginny could feel Harry's mind in turmoil and she sent encouraging and supportive thoughts his way.
"Thanks Ginny," he whispered, as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ginny watched Harry sleep for a while, at least now his mind was at peace and she felt him dreaming about something happy and that made her smile.
Little did she know that Harry's dream was of her and how much he liked the fact that she seemed to take care of him so well.
Again as if she could somehow convey to him how deeply she cared while he slept, Ginny ran her fingers through his fringe, both giving and taking comfort from the simple act.
Slowly as she watched her eyes became heavy and she finally succumbed and fell asleep with Harry.
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Fred and George made their way down into the kitchen, both having had an inner fight with what to do and say about Harry to their Mum. While they wanted to protect their greatest asset they knew that what Harry had experienced was something that Molly needed to know. They just hoped that she wouldn't press too hard on some of the details.
They found Molly in the kitchen, starting the dough for that evenings bread and pausing for a moment to settle themselves, they got drinks and sat at the table.
"Hey Mum," Fred said. "We'd like to have a word with you."
Molly eyes the Twins and she could see the worried looks on their faces. Though they were certainly the biggest trouble makers in the family, they did have a firm sense of right and wrong and never ceased to amaze her with their capacity to do what was right in almost every situation.
"What is it boys?" She asked as she covered the dough for it's first rise.
"Mum, we need to tell you something but we don't want to reveal all the details," Fred said.
"Somethings are just better left unsaid," added George.
Molly looked from one to the other and she saw their sincerity. As in the past she decided to let the boys tell as much as they wanted, and she'd only press for more details if she felt it was absolutely necessary. She wanted to keep them coming to her when it was important and not let little things prevent them from doing so.
She knew she was probably taking a risk, but better to have them come to her than drive them away by focusing on the minutia that didn't have any meaning in the greater scheme of things.
"OK, boys, what's up?"
"Earlier we were talking with Harry and Ginny," George began. "The details of which aren't really that important."
"While we were having this conversation we happened to show something to Harry which triggered a flash-back to his childhood. Something from when his parents were still alive." added Fred.
"It really seemed to shake him up and we're concerned about him Mum," George said, softly.
"We didn't have any idea that showing him this. . .thing, would cause such a reaction," Fred said, looking at Molly, his face full of his concern.
"It's something we've had for a while and never had any problem with it," George said. "It seems that it may have belonged to his father at one point."
Molly looked from one son to the other, "What you're saying is the object itself isn't the cause of the problem, it was because he could identify it as having belonged to his father was the issue."
Fred and George exchanged looks, "Not precisely Mum," Fred offered.
"It was something he read that triggered the memory that he told us about, not the object itself," George said lowly.
Molly nodded, "What happened then?" she asked.
"Well Harry kind of fainted or something, I think he was caught up in the memory," George stated.
"He fell to the floor but his eyes were still open, but not seeing us, if you get my meaning," Fred said.
"Do you think if he sees this thing again that he will have the same reaction?" Molly asked, her face frowning in concentration.
Fred and George exchanged glances again, and Molly couldn't help but smile. Though what the Twins had was remarkable, she knew it wasn't anything like what Harry and Ginny were experiencing.
"We doubt it Mum," said Fred.
"We think it was just the shock from this thing triggering the memory and him being unprepared for it," George added.
The Twins watched anxiously while their mother contemplated what they had told her.
With a nod and a smile, Molly said "Thanks for telling me this boys, though you have me curious what you could have that may have once been Harry's father's, it's more important to know what happened to Harry that press for more details."
The Twins relaxed, "Mum, if we thought what it is, was that important, we'd tell you," said George.
"Yeah, Mum, we would, but we are pretty sure what it is has no bearing on what happened, it was more the information that it contained that was the trigger," Fred added with a small smile.
"OK, again, thanks for coming to me. Where is Harry now?"
"Ginny took him back to his room,"said Fred.
"He said he wanted to lay down for a while," George added.
Molly glanced compulsively up stairs, as if she could see through the ceiling. She nodded at the Twins and rose, going to the stairs and made her way to Harry's room.
The door was partially open and she peeked inside. There on the bed she saw Harry and Ginny cuddled together, both sound asleep, Ginny holding Harry in her arms in a loving embrace.
Molly was taken by the picture of serenity that the two children made. She couldn't help but smile as she watched them for several moments. She backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door as she withdrew, knowing that rest right now was probably the best medicine for Harry.
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Minerva McGonagall glanced once more at the note that Molly had sent to her. Some pressing business having to do with the estate had kept her from going to visit the Weasley household for several days but no that things had been taken care of she wanted to get there and discuss things with Molly and Arthur.
She smiled at their continued good fortune of having people and things favour keeping Harry's location a secret. She knew that at some point Albus would find out, but she figured it was a good thing for him to worry for a while because of what he had made Harry endure by living with his Aunt and Uncle.
She got her things together and calling her head elf, Banter, she prepared to leave.
"What may I do's for Mistress?" Banter asked with a bow.
"I am dining with the Weasleys this evening, and can be reached there if needed. But remember please don't let anyone know where I have gone," she said with a smile.
"Of course Mistress," the old elf said with a bow.
"Thank you, faithful friend. Now I must really be going or I'm going to be late," Minerva said with a chuckle.
She left the Manor house and made her way outside the wards. She was Apparating because it couldn't be traced, where the Floo network was logged whenever some one used it and though the chances were small that it would be noticed, she didn't want to take any chances where Harry's well being was concerned.
The family was just assembling for dinner when Minerva arrived and she had to stifle a laugh as she watched Ron's face when he noticed his head of house enter the kitchen.
He got a very nervous look and began to act like he was at school and she was going to dock him points for something. She also found it hard not to roll her eyes when Percy came over to her and very pompously shook her hand and welcomed her to the Burrow.
The Twins were another thing all together, they acted like she was one of the family, just saying hi and going about getting drinks on the table as dinner time approached.
"Where are Harry and Ginny," she asked, seeing everyone else.
"I guess they're still up stairs," Molly replied. Turning to Ron, she said "Will you please go and tell them that dinner is ready?"
"Why do I have to go get them?" Ron asked, frowning at his mother.
"Because I asked you too," Molly replied a bit put out with her youngest son.
When Ron hesitated, a scowl on his face, George said, rolling his eyes at his younger brother, "Never mind Ron, I'll go."
"Thank you George," Molly said, smiling at George.
"It's nothing Mum, really," George replied, his eyes resting on Ron for a moment.
Ron, hung his head under the look from George and he received disapproving looks from Molly, Arthur and Percy. Percy looked at him with a most distasteful look.
Minerva just sat there taking in the scene and she wondered about Ron's behaviour. He seemed to be having a very hard time handling having Harry there. She had just as hard a time understanding it as Molly and Arthur were. Harry and he seemed to get along so well the past two years at school, being virtually inseparable. She gave a sigh, just one more obstacle to over come.
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George made his way to Harry's door and knocked softly. He was a little surprised when he heard a soft "Come in."
He opened the door and found Harry and Ginny sitting up in the bed, it appeared they had been talking. They looked at him expectantly.
"Mum sent me to get you for dinner," he said, taking a good look at Harry. To George, Harry looked much better but he still appeared sad. He gave him an encouraging smile.
"How you doing, Harry?" he asked as he came closer.
Harry gave him a small smile, "A bit better," he replied.
George still felt bad for what had happened, "I'm so sorry, Harry," he said softly, his voice dripping with regret.
Harry's smile dimmed a little, "George, you and Fred had no way of knowing, I didn't even know. It was a memory buried away that the names brought to the surface. I don't blame you. In hind sight, you've given me something I didn't have before. The memory is actually a happy one, where they are all laughing and having a good time."
George nodded, "I'm glad it's a happy memory, you deserve it." Then with a smile he said, "Come on you two, or Mum will be yelling at us."
Ginny giggled slightly, then she turned to Harry and gave him a hug. "Feeling better?" she asked.
Harry nodded, the smile returning to his face and though he still had an air of melancholy about him, it was much diminished from before.
They made their way down to the kitchen, George in the lead with Harry and Ginny right behind, hand-in-hand. When George stepped out of the way, Harry saw Minerva.
"Hi Aunt Minerva," he said with a smile, and then he and Ginny made their way to where she was sitting and he gave her a big hug. Most everyone was surprised because Harry usually was very reticent about physical contact.
Even more surprising to most of the Weasleys was Ginny doing the same thing after Harry was finished. They then sat down, Harry next to Minerva and Ginny on his other side.
Molly and Arthur had been watching Ron closely and neither was please by what they saw. He had a perpetual scowl on his face and he was obviously unhappy with Minerva's presence especially concerning her association with Harry.
Molly was beginning to reach the end of her rope with Ron and if things didn't change soon she was going to have to take a more direct approach in dealing with him.
Dinner actually went pretty well, Harry seemed to come out of the morose mood he was in and he joined in the lively conversation that sprang up. Ron was the only one who didn't participate, preferring to sit quietly and eat as much as he could while frowning at Harry and Ginny.
Molly's meal was spectacular as always and once pudding was served and done, the kids wandered away from the table, that is all but Harry and Ginny. Minerva had asked them to remain as they wanted to have a discussion and they wanted Harry's input.
They adjourned to the parlour where Harry and Ginny sat side-by-side on the smaller of the two couches. Once again, holding hands and glancing shyly at one another.
They were surprised when Arthur cast a privacy charm so that they could not be over heard.
Minerva sat close to Harry and Ginny and smiled at them as she began. "Harry, we would like your input and thoughts on maybe approaching someone to help us keep you safe."
Harry nodded but didn't say anything, he was looking at the three adults, trying to get a feel for what they were thinking.
"Do you remember the young Auror we met when we where in Diagon Alley?"
"Yes, Aunt Minerva," he answered softly.
"What was your impression of her?"
"She seemed very nice, though I found her hair a bit much," he said with a smile. This elicited a giggle from Ginny and though the discussion was on the serious side, the adults didn't want it to be a frightening or negative experience, and they smiled at her reaction.
"Yes, I find it a bit much too, bright pink isn't my favourite colour," Minerva replied, with a grin.
"Well, we think she might be a possible ally and wondered if you had any objections," she asked, with a smile.
Harry glanced at Ginny, "What do you think?" Harry sent to Ginny.
Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment, "I think she would be a good person to get on our side," Ginny sent back.
"I agree," Harry replied, "There is just something about her that speaks to me."
"Do I need to worry about competition?" Ginny sent playfully.
Harry smirked at her, "You know better," he replied.
"I know, but I have to tease you about something," she replied with a grin.
The three adults watch with amusement as Harry and Ginny sat there looking at one another, obviously having a mind speak conversation, their faces reflecting their emotions as they did so.
Harry finally turned to Minerva, "We're fine with that, Aunt Minerva."
"OK, Harry. I also have another question for you. Would you like to have your birthday party here or at McGonagall manor?"
Harry looked around, first taking in the room, then he looked at Arthur and Molly's faces, finally turning to Ginny.
"It's fine if you want to have it at Aunt Minerva's manor Harry, I'm sure it's much nicer than here," Ginny said encouragingly.
Harry smiled at her, "Thanks for your opinion Ginny, but I feel that I'd rather have my first birthday as a member of this family here at my home," Harry sent with a smile.
He turned to Minerva, "I don't wish to hurt your feelings or anything, but I really prefer to have it here, Aunt Minerva," he said softly, watching her face closely.
"Harry you aren't hurting my feelings, I just wanted to make the offer, but I can understand why you want to have it here," Minerva replied, She then looked at Molly and Arthur, "Unless Molly or Arthur has anything to talk to you about. . . . "
Both shook their heads.
". . . Then you can leave if you want to, we are going to discuss how to approach Auror Tonks'," Minerva said, with a smile.
"Do you want to stay?" Harry asked.
"No, not really, I'll only stay if you want to," she sent back.
"No, that's OK. Lets go find something fun to do," Harry replied.
"We'll leave all that to you," Harry said to the adults.
Minerva smiled, "I kind of thought you might choose that option," she said.
Harry and Ginny rose and gave everyone hugs before they left, leaving hand-in-hand, smiling at one another, leaving the adults to figure out if Tonks could be recruited as an ally.
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Mad-eye sat in the back corner of the Leaky Cauldron, his magical eye scanning the crowd constantly. His companion was a striking person, her Bubblegum Pink hair, drawing the attention of many of the pubs patrons.
Mad-eye took a drink from his mug and set it down forcefully. "So Dumbledore tells me you were there when he arrived to check on Potter," he growled.
"Yeah I was Alastor," Tonks replied.
"What do you think happened to the boy?" he asked, taking a bite of his meal.
Tonks looked uneasy, and hesitated to answer.
"Listen Dora, you know I'd never compromise a confidence you shared with me," he grumbled softly.
With a troubled look she met Moody's eyes, "The truth? I think someone got wind on how poorly his relatives treated him and rescued him from them."
"Hummm," Mad-eye said, as he thought on her statement. "As good a theory as any."
"Better than most, I think," Tonks said testily.
"Easy Dora, I didn't mean to down play your assessment," Moody said, quietly.
"Yeah well, you didn't see that damn family day in and day out," she said darkly. "I mean they called him a freak and worked him like a house elf, without any of the benefits. Plus I'm pretty sure they abused the boy, neglect if nothing else, though I'm pretty sure he was hit on occasion too."
Mad-eye focused his real eye on the young Auror, regarding her shrewdly. "That bad, huh?"
"Yes, Alastor, that bad."
"Dumbledore wants me to find him," Moody said, after a moment.
"Yeah, well I think Harry's better off wherever he is," Tonks said vehemently.
"Hummm," Mad-eye said, as he contemplated her words. "Maybe I won't look so hard," he said with a grin.
Tonks smiled for the first time since meeting her mentor, "I think that's a wonderful thing to do."
"So Dora, tell me the dirt from the MLE," Moody said as he took another drink from his mug.
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Ginny glanced out into the Hall, making sure the coast was clear, seeing no one she darted across into Harry's room, who had left his door ajar to make her entry easier.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ginny shut the door securely behind her and went and crawled into bed with Harry. He was waiting patiently and lifted the covers and sheet to ease her entry into the bed.
"Thanks, Harry" she sent as she snuggled into his side.
"You're welcome," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her hair.
Ginny giggled, "You're strange," she sent playfully.
"Why, just because I think you smell wonderful?" Harry asked.
Ginny hugged Harry tighter, "Yes," she whispered.
"I think that you would like it that I like how you smell," Harry sent, smiling.
Ginny blushed, knowing that her approval was flowing across the Bond and Harry knew she was pleased. "I do and you know it, but I still think you're strange," she sent, her merriment blazing out to Harry.
"Then you must be strange too," Harry sent back.
"Yup, I don't deny it, just ask any of my brothers," Ginny replied, her "voice" filled with her laughter.
Ginny heard Harry laugh in her mind and she smiled as she snuggled in tighter, closing her eyes and letting the peaceful feeling of sleeping in Harry's arms sweep over her.
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Molly wanted to speak to Ginny about something she wanted help with the next day. She went up to Ginny's room and knocked softly on the door. Getting no response she cautiously opened it and was a little surprised to find her bed empty.
Assuming she had run to the loo, Molly sat down to wait for her daughters return. She idly looked around and smiled when she saw the corner of a book sticking out from under her pillow.
Peeking at the door, she lifted the corner of the pillow and was a little surprised to see one of the trashy Muggle romance novels that she read on occasion. Smiling to herself, she shook her head and put the pillow back in place.
Glancing at the clock, she frowned, it seemed Ginny was taking an inordinate amount of time in the loo, hoping she wasn't ill, Molly made her way up to check.
She was very surprised to meet Fred coming out of the loo. He gave her a funny look and said, "Hey Mum."
She glanced into the loo as Fred went back to his room, though she knew Fred never would have been in there if Ginny was. Bewildered for a moment she headed back down to Ginny's room, thinking maybe she had gone to the kitchen for a drink.
Finding her room still empty, she quickly made her way down stairs to check there and when she didn't find her daughter she almost panicked. Then a light went off inside her head. Taking a deep breath she made her way quietly back up to the landing where Ginny's and Harry's rooms were.
Steeling herself, she slowly turned the doorknob and inched the door open, though she had expected it she was still shocked to see Harry and Ginny sleeping in Harry's bed.
Her heart rate rose and she had to calm herself, not wanting to make a huge scene that would draw anyone else.
She tiptoed over to the bed and gently shook Ginny's shoulder. At first Ginny didn't want to awaken but after a couple more shakes, Molly saw Ginny's eyes open, groggily at first but then she caught sight of her mother and she sat up in fright.
This woke Harry and he also saw Molly standing over the bed, her face a solid mask showing her displeasure.
"Uh Oh. We're in trouble now," Harry sent to Ginny.
"Shite," Ginny sent, her emotions coming to Harry telling him she was as mad as her mother.
"Mum, you scared me," Ginny said.
Harry saw Molly's eyes widen at the audacity of her daughter. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, go to your room right now." she said, her voice tight, from her controlling her anger.
Ginny sighed and glanced at Harry, her eyes full of sadness as she stood and exited Harry's room.
Molly watched her go, then turned back to Harry. "We'll talk in the morning," she said succinctly.
All Harry could do was nod and as Molly left, shutting the door behind her, Harry flopped back onto the bed, "Oh Godric," he said out loud.
Molly went over to Ginny's room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed. Molly was slightly surprised when Ginny didn't look at all ashamed at being caught in Harry's bed. Far from it, she looked extremely agitated and angry at being sent to her own room.
"Explain yourself," she said lowly.
Ginny's eyes flashed at her mother, "I've been having nightmares and the only place I can get a decent nights sleep is with Harry," she said unapologetically.
"Don't you think you should have consulted me?" Molly asked.
Ginny made a disdainful face, "Would you have said yes?" Ginny said accusingly.
"Certainly not!" answered Molly, indignantly.
"Now you know why I didn't ask," Ginny replied smugly.
Molly took a deep breath to calm herself. "Go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning."
"Yes Mother," Ginny retorted, her eyes blazing with her displeasure.
Molly spun around and closed the door behind her as she left. She knew Minerva and Arthur had warned of this happening but actually finding Ginny in Harry's bed shocked Molly more than she wanted to admit.
She entered her bedroom and laid down with Arthur, "What took so long?" he asked innocently.
He heard and felt Molly take a big breath and let it out slowly, and he knew he wasn't going to like her answer.
"I found our daughter sleeping in with Harry," she said as calmly as she could.
"Oh Dear," Arthur said. "What did you do?"
"I sent Ginny back to her own room and told both of them we'd have a talk in the morning."
Arthur sighed, "Very astute of you my dear, best not to alert the whole house tonight."
Molly turned into her husband's side, "Oh Arthur, I felt like an Ogre separating them, they looked so peaceful and angelic sleeping together."
All Arthur could do was shake his head and wonder about the thought process of women.
Up stairs, Ginny waited fuming in her bed for a full five minutes and then she got up very quietly. She once again slowly and stealthily opened her door and tiptoed across the hall.
This time she had to take her time and slowly and quietly open Harry's door and slip inside once more. Taking great care she slowly closed the door and as she turned she saw Harry lift the covers again allowing Ginny to slip in and snuggle into him just like before.
She took a deep breath and relaxed now that she was back in Harry's arms and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
"Goodnight Ginny," he sent lovingly.
"Goodnight Harry," Ginny replied, just as lovingly as Harry had.
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A/N: Well the cat's out of the bag, so to speak, but it seems Ginny is going to fight to remain with Harry.
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