Harry and Ginny: A Love Story

Chapter 17: Harry's Favourite Medi-Witch Saves the Day (or Night as the case may be)

Ron was sitting at the table, trying to make sense out of all that had happened. His Mum had not told him much about what took place. When she came downstairs and took one look at the mess the kitchen was, she sighed, brandished her wand and straightened it up in a matter of moments.

"Mum, will Harry be okay?" he asked softly.

Molly gave him a wan smile and nodded, "I'm pretty sure he'll be just fine, but I think I'll have him checked over just to be sure."

Ron was surprised, he had thought they were to keep Harry's presence a secret. "Mum?" he asked lowly. "Won't that let out the fact that Harry's here?"

Molly sat down at the table, a perplexed look on her face, "I know, but I don't see any way around it. With what Harry went through, I really think he should be checked over and I certainly don't want to have him stressed any further by Apparating him or subjecting him to the Floo.

"Then what are you going to do?" Ron asked.

"I'm working on it Ron, once crisis at a time," she answered, with a wan smile.

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Fred and George made their way back up to their room, both were exhausted from struggling to keep Ginny under control.

George kept rolling his shoulder and grimacing, "I can't believe how strong that little spitfire is," he moaned.

"Yeah, I know," replied Fred. " She sure can kick and struggle. I think we would have been better off Stunning her."

"Wish we would have thought of it at the time," George said, with a chuckle.

As they flopped down on their beds, George looked over at Fred, "I guess tonight's not a good night to prank Ginny and Harry."

Fred nodded, "Yeah, I think they've had enough excitement for one day," he agreed.

"Maybe we should do a warm up prank, you know, just to keep our hand in," George said, with a grin.

Fred smiled conspiratorially, "I like the way you think, bro."

"You should," George said, with a laugh. "Since we think alike."

Fred flopped back and stared at the ceiling, "So what do you think about what Mum and they have been fighting about?"

George rolled on his side and looked at his twin, "I don't know. . . .I mean there is something really going on between Ginny and Harry, that much is obvious, but sleeping together? I just don't know."

Fred rolled over to face George, "Yeah. . . .though I don't think it's anything to do with them doing. . . you know what I mean," he said lowly.

"You mean shagging," George said, with a grin. "Yeah, just look at their ages, and they don't act like they're interested in anything like that. I know they want to be together all the time and Mum did talk about a Bond. . . .I'm pretty sure that's the reason, nothing else."

Fred flopped back flat on the bed, "Yeah. . . .for now, but what happens when they get older?"

George laid flat too, "Good question, bro. . . .good question."

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Molly sat thinking hard, getting someone who wouldn't talk about Harry's whereabouts was going to be tough. It wasn't so much to keep it a secret any longer from Albus Dumbledore, but just to keep his name out of the papers. That's all they needed was to have a multitude of reporters and people hanging around the property all the time.

Sighing, she could only come up with one name that she was pretty sure that would keep Harry's location a secret, the problem was she didn't know how to go about contacting her, though she knew who might.

Getting up with a look of determination she went to the Floo, taking a pinch of powder she threw it in, getting down and placing her face into the green flames.

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Minerva McGonagall was just finishing lunch when one of her house elves came into the room.

"Pardon me, Mistress," she said, quite shyly.

"What is it Binky?" Minerva asked, trying very hard not to laugh. Binky being one of the youngest and newest elves on the staff, had a hard time acting normal around Minerva.

"There be a Mrs, Weazy in the Floo," the elf said shyly.

"Thank you , Binky," Minerva said, smiling at the shy elf.

Minerva rose and went to the study, wondering if anything was the matter. "Well only one way to find out," she said to herself.

"Hello Molly," she said amicably. "What prompted this call?"

"Well, not to worry you or anything, because everything is fine now, but we had a little incident with Harry and some rather impressive uncontrolled magic. He seems fine, if a little tired, but I'd feel much better if he was checked over. I really wouldn't want to call somebody from St. Mungo's, afraid it might leak to the press."

"I can well understand that," Minerva said, "and I suppose you're calling to see if Poppy isn't available, aren't you?"

Molly nodded, "Yes, she's the only one I could think of who would be discreet enough."

"I'll get in touch with her and we'll be there as soon as we can," Minerva replied.

"Oh, there's no reason for you to come, if you don't want to," Molly said, somewhat embarrassed. "I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble or anything."

"No trouble at all," Minerva replied, "Fine guardian I'd be if I didn't take an interest in our ward when something happens."

"Okay, I mean you know you're always welcome here but don't put yourself out," Molly said, offhandedly.

"It's no trouble, Molly. Let me get a hold of Poppy and we should be there soon."

"All right Minerva, see you when you get here," Molly replied.

After the connection was broken, Minerva shook her head, wondering what had happened to Harry that Molly wanted him checked over.

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Harry slowly awoke and became aware of being held by Ginny. It was a warm wonderful feeling that filled him with such a feeling of contentment that though every muscle in his body hurt, he didn't mind.

"Hey Ginny," Harry sent.

You're Awake!" Ginny replied, as she gave him a gentle hug. "You really had me scared. Please don't ever do that again."

"I'm sorry I scared you Ginny, but I needed to help get all that vile, evil stuff removed from you. You can't tell me you don't feel better, can you."

As much as Ginny wanted to deny it, she knew she couldn't. Harry was right, the evil, blackness he had removed had been eating away inside her and she knew it would have consumed her very soul eventually.

"I know, Harry. It's just you scared me so much. You didn't see yourself, thrashing about on the bed, not responding to me either through the Bond or physically. I just feel that I can't live without you and I thought you were going to die," Ginny sent sadly, her emotions starting to bubble up along with the tears that were threatening to fall.

Harry spun in Ginny's grasp. "Hey now, please don't cry," he sent, concerned for his Bond-mate.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said, "I was just worried, that's all. Why can't you accept that I'll always worry about you."

Harry felt bad. He knew that because of the way he had been raised by his aunt and uncle, he was use to only relying on himself and he knew it was going to take some time till he was comfortable in allowing others to care for him too.

"I guess I'll just have to get use to the idea," he sent tenderly.

Ginny smiled though her tears and gently hugged Harry again. "You'd better, Buster, or you'll have me to deal with!"

Harry couldn't help but smile at her, "Ginny, I know I have nothing to fear from you, really. I know you love me and have my best interest at heart. I promise I'll try to not put you through to much, but if it's one thing I'm finding out, trouble seems to have a way of finding me."

Ginny giggled at Harry's statement and snuggled close, "Yeah, well, now trouble has me to deal with too, so it had just better watch out!"

They were cuddling together for quite some time when there was a soft knocking on the door.

"Come in," Ginny called out.

The door opened and Molly, Minerva and Madam Pomfrey came into the room. Harry took one look at the matron and groaned. "Oh, Godric!" Harry moaned. "Here too?"

Ginny began to giggle uncontrollably, "Well, if you wouldn't keep getting hurt."

Molly came forward, "Harry, we'd like Poppy to take a look at you, if you don't mind."

Harry couldn't help himself, stifling a grin, he said, "What if I do mind?"

Molly's eyes widened in shock, she hadn't even considered that he might say no, but before she or Minerva could say anything, Ginny began to giggle. Swatting Harry on the back of his head, "You are so bad, Harry James Potter."

"OW!" Harry said, rubbing his head where Ginny had struck him. It really wasn't very hard, but it had surprised him.

Molly and Minerva tried to give Harry stern looks, but the corners of their lips kept curling up, more for Ginny's reaction than to Harry's attempt at pulling a prank.

Poppy Pomfrey came forward, and Harry and Ginny were surprised at the way she acted and how she was dressed. Gone was the crisp starched uniform of the school Matron, replace by a much more casual sun dress, with her hair loose and free.

"Hi, Harry," she said genially. "Mind if I check you over?"

Harry and Ginny were shocked, she wasn't acting like the stern Matron that they were use to dealing with at Hogwarts. She was actually, and they couldn't find another word for it, nice.

"Hello, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, with a questioning look on his face.

She smiled at him, "Since we're not at Hogwarts, we can dispense with all the formal stuff, you can call me Poppy."

Harry's and Ginny's eyes bugged out slightly, the harsh, cold, stern, terrifying Dragon Lady of the Hospital Wing, was actually pleasant and warm to them.

"Do you think she's really like this?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure, Harry. I guess so, but it's really hard to take," Ginny sent back.

Poppy laughed at the looks she was getting from Harry and Ginny. "I'm not really a Dragon you know. That's just a rumour I spread at school to keep you kids in line. Please don't spill my secret."

Harry and Ginny slowly nodded their heads, "Okay, Poppy," Harry replied, awestruck.

"Molly tells me you had an episode of unrestrained magic this afternoon, is that right?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Mad... I'm sorry, yes, Poppy" Harry replied, still looking a little unsurely at her.

Poppy gave a low chuckle, "That's all right, Harry. I'm sure it will take some getting use to. Can you tell me what happened?"

Molly interrupted, "He was thrashing. . . ."

Poppy shot a glance at her, that said, "Please don't interrupt."

Minerva caught the glance and smiling said, "Why don't Molly and I wait down stairs?"

Poppy nodded and turned back to Harry. "Harry?"

Harry thought for a moment, "I was cuddled with Ginny, and we were talking about. . . . you know, this past year, and all," he said lowly, a sad look on his face.

Poppy nodded sympathetically, "Yes, and then what happened?"

Harry got a thoughtful look on his face, frowning slightly as he tried to make sense of the jumbled images that came to mind. "Well. . . .it was some rather – bad things, you know?" he said looking up beseechingly into the matron's eyes. "And I thought if there was some way to help my Bond-mate, I'd do just about anything to take that pain away from her," Harry said, his face contorted slightly, showing just how much it had hurt him too.

Poppy nodded, filing away the "Bond-mate" for the moment, she knew she would need to get back to that later. "Then what?" she prompted.

Harry felt Ginny's hand come up and begin to rub the back of his neck. It made him relax and made it easier to keep talking. "The next thing I knew, all this blackness. . . this evil, vile stuff that had been inside of Ginny came pouring out. . . .but it was like I had to pull it somehow," he said, his brow furrowed with his concentrating to remember clearly.

Poppy saw his face change, she could see him remembering something and from the look on his face, it was something major.

"The blackness formed itself into a huge black snake, and I found myself fighting it."

Poppy saw Harry's eyes slide out of focus, seeing something that was only in his mind, his voice dropping as he continued the story.

"I was so afraid because I had nothing to fight the snake with and unlike when I rescued Ginny, there was no Fawkes to bring me a sword."

Poppy saw Harry begin to breath hard, his voice trembling a little as he kept telling the story.

"The snake struck me with it's tail and flung me across the room. I, I cried out, for something, anything to fight with," he said, his head dropping with his chin on his chest, eyes closed, breathing raggedly.

Poppy chanced a glance at Ginny and she saw tears flowing down her face as she listened to Harry tell his story. She was getting worried about Harry's reaction, reliving what he had gone through.

Harry's head slowly came up, a smile spreading across his face, "Then the most amazing thing happened," he said, his face filling with exhilaration, "Our love formed into a sword and I killed the black beast with the pure while sword of our love."

Harry's face was radiating his love for Ginny and he slowly turned to her, both their eyes were glistening and they took each other into a tight embrace.

"That's an amazing story, Harry," Poppy said softly.

"Harry, what about the other part you told me about?"

"I'd rather not talk about that right now, Ginny," he sent back, "For right now I want that to be our secret."

"All right, Harry. For now that's okay."

Poppy sat and looked at Harry critically. Though his experience had been confined to the realm of the mind, it also had effects in the physical world as well.

"Harry, I'm going to cast a couple of diagnostic spells on you, okay?" Poppy asked,

Harry just nodded, to tired for the moment to speak, his eyes, returning to Ginny's and he smiled wanly at her, trying to draw strength from her through their Bond.

Ginny gently rested her head on Harry's shoulder, feeling just as drained as Harry seemed, her emotions reflecting what she was feeling through the Bond.

Poppy was relieved when all she could detect was quite a few strained muscles. It seemed he wasn't suffering from any long term effects from his battle with evil. Not many could have done so and remained unscathed. But then again, she reminded herself, he had just recently fought a very real Basilisk and a shade of evil of the most base sort and survived. Maybe not totally unscathed and he had only survived because of the timely intervention of Dumbledore's Phoenix, Fawkes, but survived he did just the same.

Poppy smiled softly at Harry, "Well, Harry, you seem to have once again managed to dodge another spell, so to speak." She took several vials of potion out of her bag. "Here, take one now and then one tomorrow morning and then tomorrow night right before bed. Got that?" she asked with a grin.

Harry made a face and rolled his eyes, Ginny laughed and reached out with her hand, "Give them to me, I'll make sure he takes them," she said, sharing a laugh with the matron.

Poppy chuckled, she had no doubt that Ginny would have Harry take them correctly.

Harry uncorked the one handed to him, and after taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he quickly downed the potion, shuddering and shaking at the bitter taste. Licking his tongue in disgust, "Can't they make them taste good?" he asked.

Poppy smiled and patted him on his knee, "I'm sure they could, but then you'd probably go out and get hurt all the time just to have some," she said good-humouredly.

Ginny broke out in a fit of giggles while Harry just rolled his eyes, "I don't think so, Poppy," he said, sarcastically, "The way things go, I'd probably get my fill of them even if they tasted good."

Both Ginny and Poppy laughed harder at Harry and he found himself chuckling along with them.

"All right," Poppy said, "Now there's one more thing I'd like to talk to you about."

Ginny sighed, "Did Mum ask you to talk to us about sleeping together?" she said exasperatedly.

Poppy was a little surprised but not unduly so, "No she didn't, though now that you brought it up, we'll talk about that too, but first I want to ask you about the Bond you mentioned."

"You mean, Mum and Aunt Minerva didn't mention that?" Ginny asked, aghast, eyes popping out.

Poppy couldn't help but chuckle, "No they didn't," she replied with a smile. "Could you tell me a little about you Bond? I've read some about them when I trained as a Medi-witch."

"You know about Bonds?" Ginny said in disbelief.

"A little Ginny, but I am nowhere near an expert on them. They are a very rare thing, so not much is taught on them unless someone goes into certain specialities" Poppy explained.

Ginny moved up and sat on the edge of the bed next to Harry, very interested now. "No one has been able to tell us hardly anything," she said, her voice loaded with anticipation. "What do you know, and can tell us?" she said breathlessly.

"Slow down, Ginny" Poppy said with a small laugh, "I'll tell you what I can and maybe I'll be able to find out some more."

Ginny and Harry were all smiles now, looking intently at the matron.

"So what can you tell me about your Bond?" Poppy repeated.

"What do you want to know?" Ginny asked.

"Well, when did it start?" Poppy asked.

"It started the morning after Harry rescued me," Ginny said, softly.

Harry screw up his face, "Well, maybe. That was when the big things started but even the night before, I kind of felt that Ginny needed me, and I, ah well. . . .kind of snuck into the Hospital Wing and stayed with Ginny all night, so she could sleep," Harry said hesitantly.

Poppy couldn't help but smile, "Well Harry, don't you think you spend enough time there as it is, that you need to come and spend more time there with Ginny?" she teased.

Harry blushed, "Yeah, well. . . ."

"Harry! She's teasing you," Ginny laughed.

Poppy noticed the way Harry and Ginny were interacting, "I take it you two are experiencing the mind link," she said with a smile.

"Yes," Ginny said excitedly.

"And you can clearly feel the emotional state of one another?"

Ginny and Harry nodded enthusiastically.

"Umm, I see. And I suppose you are also feeling a compelling desire to be together all the time?" she asked with a knowing grin.

Ginny's eyes widened with her delight, "Yes," she answered breathlessly.

"Can we expect to have any other things happen?" Harry asked.

Poppy smiled, "Well from what I have read, as you get older, your magical abilities will increase because of being tied together by the Bond. If the records are correct, you'll eventually be able to call your Bond-mate to you, no matter the distance between you."

Harry and Ginny exchanged wide-eyed smiles.

"There is also one more major thing that will in all likely-hood take place," Poppy said with a smirk.

"What's that?" Ginny asked, expectantly.

"I'll keep that one to myself for now." When Ginny frowned, she laughed, "Don't worry Ginny, it's nothing major I assure you and it won't affect you in any negative way. In fact you'll probably be relieved when you find out and I'm sure your parents will be too. Let's just say that sleeping together shouldn't be a concern."

Poppy stood up, "How are you feeling, Harry?" she asked, compassionately.

"Much better, the potion really helped with my aches and pains," he replied with a grin.

"Good, just remember to take the other two when you're supposed to," she said, gently hitting the end of his nose with her finger, as she smiled at him.

Ginny couldn't help but giggle, this friendly, caring, fun loving, warm, nice Poppy was totally opposite from the stern Madam Pomfrey she was at Hogwarts.

Harry was looking into her eyes and he felt her love and compassion. Smiling, Harry stood and hugged Poppy tightly, "Thank you," he whispered, emotionally.

Poppy returned his hug, "You're welcome," she said softly.

Harry slowly disengaged himself from Poppy, and looking up into her eyes he said lowly, "Goodbye, Aunt Poppy."

Poppy's eyebrow shot up into her hairline but she was smiling widely. "I'll see you later, Harry." Looking up at Ginny, "Goodbye, Ginny. I'll see you later too." She gave Harry a little push towards the bed, "You should get some rest now. The more you rest, the faster you'll recover."

Ginny rolled back on the bed, making room for Harry to lay down again. Poppy watched as he laid back down and into the loving embrace of his Bond-mate. Smiling, she left the room, heading down to talk to Molly and Minerva, she had some information that she was sure was going to relieve a lot of their concerns.

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Ron was sitting at the table when Molly and Minerva came downstairs. He still found it strange that Professor McGonagall was visiting the Burrow on a fairly consistent basis.

He had grabbed a drink and was waiting to see if the Twins would be coming back down so he could see if they wanted to practice Quidditch. He knew that they didn't have enough for two on two, sure that Harry wouldn't be available to play. Maybe they'd help him practice his keeping skills.

He watched his Mum and the Professor go into the Parlour and they began to talk lowly. He was pretty sure that they weren't really discussing anything that important, because even though he couldn't hear what they were saying, he heard them laughing lowly now and then.

He was just finishing his drink when an Owl came flying through the open window. He was surprised to see it come directly over to him. As he took the attached letter off, he noticed the leg band that identified it as one of the official post owls.

He gave the owl a drink of water, but it refused any food, it seemed to be in a hurry to leave so he thanked it for the letter and watched it fly off.

He was fairly certain who the letter was from because the only other person who had ever written now lived here at the Burrow. His first thought was to look at the letter later but then as he thought about it, he realized that maybe Hermione could spend time with Ginny, freeing up Harry so they could spend time together.

Ron ripped the envelope open and as he skimmed the letter, a smile came across his face. Hermione was bored and wanted to visit, "Perfect," he thought to himself. Hermione could come and visit, capturing Ginny's attention and then he would be free to have plenty of time with Harry.

Rising quickly, he went to the doorway to the Parlour, "Mum?," he asked softly. "Hermione is wondering if she can come for a visit."

Molly thought about it for a moment, and came to the conclusion that maybe having a friend visiting would be good for Ron, giving him someone to occupy his time so he didn't brood on Harry so much. "That will be nice, Ron. Write her back and let her know that she can come whenever she wants to," Molly replied, smiling at her youngest son.

Ron ran all the up to his room to find some parchment, ink bottle and his quill. He dashed off a quick reply and went down stairs looking for Errol. He didn't have the nerve to ask Harry to borrow Hedwig.

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Poppy Pomfrey joined Molly and Minerva in the Parlour. "Harry's fine, just a little sore from muscle strain, he must have been really thrashing about to cause as much damage as he did. Though minor, there was quite a bit of it so I've given him some potions, or I should say that I gave them to Ginny and she said that she would make sure he took them."

Molly and Minerva laughed, "Yes, the one thing I'm sure of is that Harry seems to do just about anything Ginny asks of him," Molly said.

As Molly poured her some tea, Poppy looked at the two other women, "I take it you had some reason for not telling me that Harry and Ginny had Bonded?"

Molly and Minerva exchanged shocked glances, "Well, I,ah, we didn't think it was really relevant," Minerva said, embarrassingly. "How did you find out?"

It was Poppy's turn to laugh, "Well it's not because I'm omniscient. Harry let it slip when he was telling me what happened."

Molly and Minerva cringed slightly.

"Don't worry you two, Harry's and Ginny's secret is safe with me, Harry has enough on his shoulders without adding people knowing about him and Ginny Bonding adding to it."

Molly and Minerva breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to know, Poppy," Minerva said. "It wasn't that we didn't trust you, it was just information that we didn't think you needed to treat him."

Poppy smiled, "No worries, I understand your reasoning. The thing is I was able to answer some of their questions concerning the Bond. That and I have a piece of information that I think will ease some of your concerns pertaining to them sleeping together."

Molly and Minerva sat up straighter, eager to hear what the matron had to say.

"I surmised from what Harry and Ginny said that you had some concerns, maybe not immediately, but as they got a little older, perhaps?" Poppy said with a knowing look.

"Yes," Molly admitted, "We're not really concerned about them sleeping together now, it's when they go through puberty, raging teen hormones and all," Molly said with a sigh.

"Well I'm here to allay your fears. The Bond will prevent them from consummating their relationship until they are fully Bonded." Poppy said with a grin.

"When will that be?" Molly asked.

"When they become of age," Poppy replied.

"You're sure of this?" Minerva asked.

"That's what was in the texts they taught us with and they'd been around for quite some time," said Poppy, shrugging slightly. "I know that there hasn't been a Bond in centuries but the medical texts should be accurate."

Minerva looked puzzled, "How does the Bond prevent them from becoming intimate before they come of age?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

"From what the text said they just won't have the urge to have intercourse before they are fully Bonded. It just won't occur to them that they could be indulging, in fact the text indicated that they would even be adverse to doing so"

Molly relaxed back into her rocker, "Thank you Poppy, you just dispensed my greatest fear."

"Well I'm glad I could help, If I'm not mistaken, their sleeping arrangements were a major source of contention," Poppy said knowingly.

Molly blushed, "Yes, and I'm sorry to admit it but I was having a huge problem with it. Ginny and I were having great difficulties resolving the issue."

Minerva's eyebrow shot up into her hairline at Molly's pronouncement, but she let it pass without comment, hoping with the information that Poppy had supplied, things would calm down.

Poppy finished her tea, "Well I really must get going. I'm glad I could be of help, and Molly please don't hesitate to contact me if you should need assistance with any medical issue. Anything I can't handle will be of such a major nature that you'll know St. Mungo's is needed immediately if not sooner." She then gave a laugh, "And if I'm not mistaken, young Harry will probably need my attention two or three times more this summer before returning to school."

Minerva almost choked on her tea at Poppy's comment. "Really, Poppy, only two or three? I would have thought you'd have said two or three per month."

All three women laughed, knowing Harry's habit of turning up in the Hospital Wing. After a quick round of hugs, Poppy flooed away, leaving Molly and Minerva alone in the parlour.

"That should allay you concerns," Minerva said softly.

Molly nodded, ashamed at the problems she had caused with her stance, but she knew it was just something she hadn't been able to control. Her motherly instinct had just screamed out against it.

"At least now, I can allow them to be together with out a guilty conscience," Molly said, conciliatorily.

Minerva just nodded in agreement, causing a fuss at this point would serve no purpose other than to possibly build resentment between them. She looked at the clock, "I should be going too, Molly. I'm glad that things are working out and it seems that Harry is settling in here just fine."

Molly sighed, "For the most part. Ron still has flashes of jealousy but he's improving and hopefully he'll continue to do so."

"Yes, so do I," Minerva said. "Boy's their age can be quite reticent about their friends and the fact that Harry is involved with a girl, who just happens to be his sister, must be a major challenge for Ron."

Molly rolled her eyes, "That's an understatement," she moaned.

Minerva chuckled, "Well I'm sure things will work themselves out. If you need me, you know where to find me," she said as she prepared to leave.

"Will you and Aberforth be coming to dinner any time soon?" asked Molly, her eyes twinkling.

Minerva smiled a bit shyly, "Maybe," she replied. "I'll see if I can't talk him into it."

Molly chuckled, "Yes most men can be enticed to do just about anything, if you give them a good "Talking" to,"

Minerva rolled her eyes, "Your incorrigible," she said, a smirk on her face. "On that note, I'm out of here." With one last shake of her head and a grin at Molly, she threw the Floo powder into the grate and vanished.

Molly sighed, glad that everyone had survived the day relatively intact and with the new information, Harry and Ginny could safely, at least to her mind, start sleeping together.

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A/N: Well, Poppy sure had a lot of information to pass on. Molly should calm down now and maybe peace can return to the Burrow. Just maybe.

The next question is where will Molly put Hermione, Ginny's Room as usual? Explaining sleeping arrangements ought to be fun, don't you think?

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