"Oof!" you yelped at you landed with a thud, and your knees buckled slightly.
"Come on, Ginny, I don't know how far away Harry and Lupin are, and you don't want to find out the hard way," Tonks smiled. You stepped out of the grate, quickly.
"H'ya," Ron said. Once again he and Hermione looked as if their hands and shoulders were glued together.
"Ow!" Harry had just staggered out of the fireplace and into the room in which yu were all standing. You looked around, and saw that it was Fred and George's stock room.
"Hey," you said flatly to Harry, then; "Where are they, anyway? Fred and George, I mean." To you father.
"Here. Hey guys. What's up?"
"Not much. Just come for everyone's school things," your dad replied. "Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Tonks, you four go and get the stuff. We-" he gestured around at everyone else "-will be around and about the Alley."
You looked around at everyone, and saw Hermione, Ron and Harry mutering together.
"C'mon, guys!" you called, as cheerily as you could. You knew it was about you, especially after last night, when you overheard them all, in your room.
As you walked out of the shop and into the street, you could see Harry out of the corner of your eye, looking at you, but you ignored it. It felt weird, but you didn't want to stop Harry. You couldn't see his expression; he was too far to your right, but you could just see him, and feel him, staring at you. You felt hollow inside, yet somewhere in there, you were happy. Then, in another place, sad, because you couldn't look back. You felt his pain all of a sudden. It wasn't anything surreal, but you understood how he felt. It just hit you, like a warm bath. He hated not being allowed to hold your hand, all because he was who he was.
You turned your head at him, and, for some reason, you whispered: "I know, Harry, I know." You didn't know why, or how, but you felt like he understood. He knew that you knew how he felt.
Your turned your head forward once more, and continued walking.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Got everything?" your father was asking everyone, when you were all gathered in Fred and George's stock room once more.
"Yeah," everyone replied.
"Come on then, back to the Burrow."
Everyone repeated the flooing process, only this time, you were first.
When Ron (who was last) stumbled out of the fireplace, you were all sitting around the kitchen table (and you on the table, since there wasn't enough room), chatting.
"Hey, Hermione, come here," he said, ambling over to the table. Hermione blushed and got up. "Gotcha!" Ron cried and took Hermione's seat.
"Hey!! Get off," Hermione mocked anger, "Or I will sit on you." She looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Be my guest," Ron grinned, and pulled her onto his lap.
"Aaaaaw, look at the love birds!" you smiled sweetly.
"So beautiful," Harry grinned.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss," you chanted quietly. Hermione's face was bright red, almost luminous. Ron whispered something in her ear, and she got off his lap and went to the back of the chair.
"RUN!!!" Harry yelled, seeing Ron jump up a nano-second before you. You did so, around the kitchen then out of the back door into the garden.
"AAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!!" Ron roared as he jumped on you and held you down onto the grass. He sat on your legs, lifted up both of your arms with one hand and tickled you with the other (highly effective, trust me). You were laughing so much you thought your insides would burst.
"Ron - get- off!" you gasped between laughs.
"No way!" Ron laughed, "You must face the wrath of the Evil Hand Of Tickle!"
You screamed in mock fear.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, not the Evil Hand Of Tickle!!!"
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Sep 13th, 2005 08:08 PM
juuuust kiddin' roflmao
