Harry was waiting down at the bottom of the stairs at the Burrow. He could hear Ginny and Hermione gaggling upstairs. God, how he hated when womenfolk gaggled like geese. They squawked, and gossiped, and did all this unnatural stuff. And they took FOREVER to finish putting their clothes on.
Harry had been waiting ten minutes. Harry knew from past experience that he was likely to be waiting another thirty at least. And they were supposed to have left fifteen minutes ago. Harry Potter knew he wasn't the prompt type - he was the slapdash, slide into class just before the door closed type. Still, he wasn't the Skip Class Altogether type, and that seemed suspiciously like what was going on upstairs.
Harry heard Ginny squealing, and had to mentally pin his feet to the ground. He did NOT want to know what was being discussed up above. Gin was that sort of scandalous gossip hound who wouldn't stop asking questions... and this was really the First Time she had been able to score some alone time with Hermione Granger. So, of course, it was taking especially long for Gin to get ready for her date with Harry. At the Mystic's Touch - somehow they had managed to win the raffle.
"Hermione! Wait, you can't go! You still haven't-!" Ginny exhuberantly shrieked.
"Ta!" Hermione shouted in glee, leaving out the upstairs floo.
Harry looked up, somewhat disappointed to see only Ginny descending. He'd have liked to see what Hermione was going to wear tonight.
Ginny muttered to herself, looking splendidly fit as she descended the stairs, "I'm going to get numbers out of her sometime..."
Harry fought, and lost, the war to contain his blush. He really, really did not need to be thinking about Draco Malfoy's "numbers." Stammering slightly, he looked at his date, and said, "You l-look delicious."
"Planning on eating me tonight, are we?" Ginny said with a saucy grin.
"Ginny!" Percy shrieked from within the kitchen, followed shortly by "Mum! Mum!" as he tried to help his fainting mum.
Harry turned, as if to try and help Molly Weasley. Ginny just grabbed his arm, and tugged, whispering conspiratorily, "Come on! If we don't hurry, she'll wake before we're out!"
[a/n: Where's Hermione going? ... this was a totally unintended scene that I just started writing because it felt right.
Who here feels sorry for Harry?
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