'Take a Hint' – Victoria Justice and Elizabeth Gilies

Since today was Saturday and a Hogsmeade weekend Harry had decided to invite Ginny along with him, Ron and Hermione to spend the day together, since his two friends barely let go of each other now that they'd made up, he felt as if he'd need extra company to avoid sitting alone while his best friends 'secretly' snogged in the bathroom.

Which as it turned out was exactly what happened, Hermione claimed to need the loo only for Ron to do the same only a minute later. It seemed like they didn't want to rub their relationship in his face.

Even though Harry had asked Ginny to come with them to the Three Broomsticks, he wasn't really paying her any attention. Instead he was staring across the room where low-and-behold, there was Malfoy, sitting with Pug-Face Parkinson. It looked like they were on a date.

"Harry, if all you're going to do is stare at your crush and not even acknowledge my presence I might as well not be here at all." She said, snapping him out of his longing stare.

"No! Gin, wait." He grabbed her wrist before she could get away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you, and now is as good a time as any, since we're alone, to discuss us." Harry looked down at his lap where he fiddled with the hem of his cousin's old shirt.

"I– I just need to know if you're okay. Because well, first you said you were and then the curse or whatever, forced you to tell the truth and you weren't actually okay with everything. That, and you hurt yourself physically in the process." He knew he was rambling, but it really was his fault that Ginny had hurt herself, if he had been honest with himself from the beginning then he wouldn't have projected his feelings for Dr– Malfoy onto her and convinced himself he was in love with her.

Ginny sat back down and gave him a look that said 'stop being stupid'. "I'm fine Harry, honestly. I did mean it the first time, but after the curse started, everyone was freaking out and I was under a lot of stress in classes since I didn't get to learn an awful lot last year. I'm fine, re–" She was cut off by a loud cough from behind them.

"Sorry to interrupt, but the two of us couldn't help but notice just how cute the two of you are," The voice was full of condescending sugar, "do you mind?" He gestured to the seats opposite them.

"Well, actu–" Harry began to say when he too was cut by one of the boys whom he could now see were Ernie Macmillan and Zacharias Smith, said "Thanks, that's awfully nice of you." As they both sat down in Ron and Hermione's seats.

"So, Zach and I were sitting over there when we noticed that you two were alone and clearly in need of company, so being the kind gentlemen we are, we decided to indulge you." Macmillan's voice was condescending and was paired perfectly with Smith's smug expression.

"Look, we don't normally do this but, we really want to… you know, so could we buy you both a drink?" Macmillan asked, suddenly putting on a more sensitive façade. Harry and Ginny looked at each other to share a grimace and lifted their mostly full tankards of Butterbeer.

"We're good." They said together.

"That's really no way to treat two gentlemen offering themselves to two fine specimens such as yourselves." Smith said as he stood from his chair and loomed over them from across the small table.

"And that's no way to treat two 'specimen' who have politely declined your generous offer." Harry said through his teeth.

Suddenly a small group of boys and girls at the surrounding tables started to sing.

"La, la la la la la la,

La la la la,

La, la la la la la la ,

La la la la"

Music kicked in and Harry and Ginny began to sing, once again, against their will.

[Ginny]
Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like
I can always see 'em coming, from the left or from the right

[Harry]
I don't want to be a priss, I'm just try'na be polite
But it always seems to bite me in the...

[Ginny]
Ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot

[Harry]
You think that we should hook up
But I think that we should not

[Ginny]
You had me at 'Hello', then you opened up your mouth

The same teens who had started the singing join them for the chorus as they move to surround the two Hufflepuffs.

[All]
And that is when it started going south, oh!

Get your hands off my hips, or I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my... Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint

Smith and Macmillan, freaking out at being so openly confronted by the group get out of 'their' seats in an attempt to get away from them only for Ginny and Harry to appear out of nowhere behind them.

No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...

The two Gryffindors push them back into the chairs which had been turned around by a singing Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Ginny and Harry both move close with falsely sweet smiles before they turned and sat on their laps singing the next verse towards the growing crowd of singers and onlookers.

[Ginny]
I guess you still don't get it, so let's take it from the top

[Harry]
You asked me what my sign is and I told you it was 'Stop!'

[Ginny]
And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped

[All]
You'd be here and I'd be on a yacht, oh!

They jumped up and pulled the two boys with them leading them by the wrist towards the middle of the pub, the raven and redheads got up onto the centre-most table and even those unaffected by the curse were nodding along, clearly enjoying themselves.

Get your hands off my hips, or I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my... Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...

[Ginny]
What 'bout 'no' don't you get

[Harry]
So go and tell your friends

[All]
I'm not really interested

Ginny leapt off the table and pushed the two offenders through the crowd, leaving Harry on his own on the table.

[Ginny]
It's about time that you're leavin'

[Harry]
I'm gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and

[All]
You'll be gone

Ginny shoved them out the door and turns to the sound of cheering… but the song isn't over yet, the 'cursed' few in the crowd along with herself and Harry are still singing and the music still thrums along side them.

[Harry + Crowd]
One

[Ginny]
Get your hands off my...

[Harry + Crowd]
Two

[Ginny]
Or I'll punch you in the...

[Harry + Crowd]
Three

[Ginny]
Stop your staring at my... Hey!

Ginny, Harry and the other cursed teens gesture to the rest of the crowd to join in. The redhead makes her way back through the pub to join Harry atop the table once more.

[All]
Take a hint, take a hint
I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
Take a hint, take a hint
Woah!

Get your hands off my hips, or I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my... Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, la, la...

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Ginny shouts, sounding rather pleased with herself for someone who'd already been forced to sing her thoughts to her own detriment. Before tugging Harry off the table and towards the door.

"Come on, let's go, Ron and 'Mione won't mind." The two of them meander their way around Hogsmeade, stopping briefly at Honeyduke's to stock up on sweets before slowly walking back towards the castle while intermittently eating pieces of chocolate.

Along the walk, Harry's mind wanders back to what he'd seen in the Room of Requirement and before long, he finds himself bursting with questions. Which admittedly was very unlike him… he felt he must have at least a little more understanding of how Hermione feels a lot of the time now.

"Hey Gin, growing up in the wizarding world means you'd know about big differences between wizard and Muggle biology right?" He asks, not really sure how to phrase the question. She glances at him, frowning as they continue to wander.

"Like what? I don't think I understand." He thinks for a moment, how is he supposed to ask if it's possible for a wizard to bear children… and how would he justify such a question if they couldn't 'oh right, of course men can't get pregnant… that's silly, I thought rooms could tell the future!'

"Uh, like a male… um pregnancy..? That's crazy right? It's not possible, sorry for asking." The raven haired teen looks down at his shoes, finding them far more interesting to look at than noticing his face flush bright red in embarrassment. Which only worsens when he hears Ginny start to laugh at him, he turns to look at her in surprise.

"What?" He nearly shouts, but manages to keep his voice calm, suddenly feeling defensive. "With magic, it's not too far a stretch of the imagination to think men could have children is it?" Ginny's eyes widen as she seems to have come some sort of realisation.

"… Wait… you mean you didn't know?" She asks, in that way that people react when you tell them you haven't heard of their favourite show or book, complete disbelieving shock. It were as if he'd just asked her what colour the sky was! "Of course they can Harry. How do you think Blaise Zabini and Michael Corner are allowed to date?! Zabini's mother is so strict about Pureblood rules, if Michael wasn't a bearer, they would both be completely ostracised from magical society!"

Harry couldn't help but look at her dumbfounded. "What? A bearer, what's that?"

"Hang on Harry. How have you never learnt any sex-ed? I mean your parents should ha–" Realising what she was saying she suddenly slapped a hand over her mouth as if it would force the words back inside. "Sorry, I didn't mean…"

"It's alright." Harry looked back down at his shoes, this time in sadness for his lost parents and the childhood he should have had. "Can you tell me though?"

"Yes! Right, I don't even know why you haven't been taught by McGonagall anyway, every Muggleborn is supposed to be caught up on sex education they will have missed out on before Hogwarts… though I supposed you're not actually a Muggleborn more like… muggle-raised." Harry couldn't see an end to her rambling in sight and took it upon himself to interrupt it.

"Gin, bearers?" She gave him a chagrined smile.

"Right… it's simple really, there are some wizards who are able to bear children. Most don't choose to, and many gay couples go to a bearer to be a surrogate if neither can bear. There are tests and things that you can take if you're interested, I mean because of… uh, Malfoy. Sorry, I didn't mean to you know, bring that up." She fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt.

Harry thought to himself for a moment before coming to a decision, "I can trust you, right Gin? It's just that, I-uh, I was in the Room of Requirement after the first case of the curse and ah, it showed me what I think might be my future… pregnant, with kids… married to Draco…" He said cautiously.

"Oh, right. Yeah, Ron told me about that already." She said nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders. "It's entirely possible, but I guess you won't know for sure unless you take the test."

"Okay, I think I will. I really liked the look of that future."

The redhead took hold of his wrist, much like she had with Smith at the Three Broomsticks, and started to drag him up the hill to the entrance hall.

"Let's go now then!"

"Ginny, wait!"