A/N: Here's the next chapter. Not sure how many more after this, but I'm working on it!
Faster than lighting, Harry and I whipped out our wands and aimed it at the offending bush. The bush was quite large, and began to rustle some more. Then a small little rabbit hopped out of the bush. It looked terrified and I saw some red powder on its tail. That's when I remembered the "toxic egg hunt" Fred and George hosted. The poor bunny must have found the exploding one.
"Oh," I said laughing, "It was just a bunny."
"But there was an exploding noise!" Harry protested.
"Yeah," I laughed again, "It found the exploding egg."
"Hmm… Let me guess: Fred and George."
"You guessed correctly."
Harry grinned.
"But that was quite anticlimactic," he said, "Exploding egg or not."
"Would have rather it have exploded on us? Or have the bunny attack us? Or-"
Harry cut me off, laughed and swiftly picked me up and spun me around. He held me close, his eyes gleaming.
"I like this better," Harry remarked, quite close to my face. The snappy remark was stuck in my throat, and before I could so much as breathe again, Harry kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored this sweet kiss.
"You know," I said breathlessly as Harry dropped kisses along my jawbone, "I really should still be mad at you."
"Would you rather I stop?" Harry teased. I giggled and shook my head. He leant down to kiss me again and my mind, once again, went mushy.
We were walking on clouds and I'm pretty sure we never wanted to come back down.
X X X X X
I woke that next morning feeling quite content in my bed. It was only slightly cold outside my blankets, and I only snuggled in closer to my bed.
"I still can't believe you finally got him," a voice said from the other side of the room. I poked my head out. Hermione was lying in her bed. I laughed.
"Did our little announcement at the dinner table last night take you by surprise?" I snickered. Harry and I told the family at dinner that night.
"It sure did take everyone at the table by surprise," Hermione snorted, "But I think they were relieved you didn't tell them you were pregnant with Harry's baby."
I threw a pillow across the room at Hermione. She laughed.
"With the way you and Ron have been conducting yourselves, they'd probably expect that announcement from you two," I laughed, putting my slippers on.
"Well, I guess I sort of knew you two would finally get together. I just didn't expect it so soon!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"What can I say? I work fast."
"Maybe too fast. Harry's still kind of unstable, Ginny. I don't think he could bear getting hurt one more time."
"Don't worry, Hermione. I know that, and I promised not to drop Harry. If he breaks, I'll be sure to pick up the pieces."
"You better," Hermione growled, "Or else Ron and I would experience more of Harry's angst-attacks."
I laughed and made my way downstairs.
Ron and Harry were already eating, and as I stepped into the kitchen they both looked up at me.
"Bloody hell, Ginny!" Ron shouted, "You couldn't wear something a little less exposing? And what's with the duck?"
Was he crazy?! These were my favorite pajamas! I loved that duck!!
"Hey!" I snapped, "It's my house too and I can wear whatever I want!"
I caught Harry's wide, knowing eyes and smiled seductively. That's when a wicked idea popped into my head.
"Besides," I said softly, walking over to Harry, "Harry likes it. Don't you, Harry?"
I stood close to him and ran my finger along his shoulder. He audibly gulped and looked up at me, eyes wide. His face turned bright red and he looked back down at his plate.
"Ginny!!" Ron sputtered, "Stop that! I'm trying to eat, and I'd rather not lose my appetite. I get sick seeing you flirt like that."
I rolled my eyes and sat across from the two boys. As I dumped some eggs onto my plate, I felt Harry's eyes on me. Nothing makes you feel more accomplished than knowing Harry Potter had his eyes glued on you (and was not sending you an evil glare).
Soon after, Hermione bounded into the kitchen.
"Morning!" she piped, "What are you all going to do today?"
Ron opened his mouth to say something but Hermione cut in.
"Well, I am going to St. Mungo's to start my Healer training," she said happily.
"Excited to be learning again, Hermione?" Harry asked, a grin cracking on his face.
"Ecstatic," Hermione beamed.
"I need to go to Hogwarts," Ron mumbled, "I need to uh take some extra tests to be able to take part in auror training."
"And Harry doesn't need to take them…?" Hermione asked.
"Nope," Harry said, "I took them already. Ron's been putting them off." Ron moaned and muttered to himself.
"What do aurors do now, anyway?" I asked, "Voldemort's already defeated, so who are aurors after?"
"Mostly dark wizards trying to gain power or ex-Death Eaters seeking revenge. The last thing we need is another 'Dark Lord' rising to power again," Harry said.
I nodded and Hermione pulled on a jacket.
"Come on, Ronald," Hermione sighed, "Stop eating! It's time to go!"
Ron groaned and pulled on his jacket.
"We'll see you two later!" Hermione said.
"Don't try anything funny on my sister, mate," Ron growled good naturedly at Harry. With a pop, they disapparated, leaving Harry and I alone. For once, I didn't feel extremely awkward that Harry and I were alone once again. Harry seemed to like the idea, for he stood up and made his way towards me.
He stood in front of my chair and put his hands on both sides of the back of my chair. Great, now he was going to get his revenge for my little action earlier, and I couldn't even escape. I bet you anything he knew that if he so much as brushed my knee with his hand I would go crazy. HE WAS GOING TO TORTURE ME BY BRUSHING MY KNEE A MILLION TIMES!!
"You're a little minx, you know that?" Harry said with a smirk. He looked at me with that mischievous look in his eyes. It didn't help that his hair hung around his head in the way that I thought looked amazing.
"Oh, but you love it," I said, not willing to back down so quickly, though my heart was beating out of my chest.
Harry leaned forwards and looked at me wistfully through half-closed eyes.
"And what would you say if I told you that I did love it?" he whispered.
Probably snog him senseless.
"Why don't you say it and find out?" I said coyly.
"I love when you do things that drive me crazy."
Wow I didn't expect him to actually say it. Damn it. He's caught me off guard.
"I drive you crazy?" I said softly.
"As a matter of fact, you do."
"Well…good. Because I love seeing your reactions to my crazy actions."
"Oh you mean the strangled, helpless, look on my face?"
"Mm yes. That one!" I laughed. Harry smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him close. Before I knew it, we were kissing again and that hazy, happy, carefree feeling blossomed again. After an unidentifiable amount of time, I pulled away.
"Are we just going to do this all day?" I asked teasingly. Harry tilted his head up, as if contemplating the idea. I smacked his shoulder.
"Well actually," Harry sighed, "Your mum left us a list of chores she wants us to finish while we're home alone."
Stupid mum treats me like her personal house elf. I couldn't wait to finally get my own flat.
"She wants to keep us busy so that we don't-" I began, only to be cut off by Harry.
"Get near each other?"
"Precisely."
"Your mum's smart."
"After having all her sons bring home girls and hear them talk non stop about them, she can't expect that you won't be just like…"
"Like your brothers?"
"Oh I would never compare you to my brothers like that. I would never sink so low."
"Well if your brothers were completely taken with their girlfriends, then I could definitely relate."
"Corny remarks and flattery, Potter. It gets you nowhere."
"Does it now?"
I once again noticed that he had still not let me get out of the little barricade he had created with his arms.
"It gets you no where," I repeated in a somewhat strangled voice.
"Something wrong?" Harry asked mischievously.
"You're blocking my way out of this chair."
"It seems that I am."
I stared at Harry for a moment.
"Why would you feel the need to do such a thing? I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
"Illegal? Huh. I doubt that. How else can we aurors-in-training get witches like you?"
"The legal way."
"Which is…?"
"Not trapping her in a chair."
"Even if there is a plausible reason?"
"Depends. What's the reason?"
"Revenge."
"I'm not su-"
Before I could finish talking, Harry bent down and tickled me mercilessly. His fingers flew across my sides and they eventually hurt so much from laughing.
"H-Harry! St-stop!!" I shouted between laughs. I tried to scoot off the chair to escape the tickle attack. Then with one more blow, I fell of the chair, clutching onto Harry's shoulders, who also fell with me.
Thankfully, we both landed on our sides, so he didn't fall on me to further hurt my shoulder. We were both laughing hysterically. Once we stopped laughing, Harry looked at me and ran his fingers through my hair.
He was finding excuses to hold me. Did I care? Ha! I guess you can say I didn't mind it…
"You really don't know how to treat a woman, do you, Harry? Throwing her on the floor, falling on her from trees, pushing her off brooms, running away from her? Not very charming."
"Oh, but you love it," Harry said, mimicking my words.
Oh and I do.
X X X X X
The dish clattered on the floor once again. I cursed loudly and pointed my wand angrily at the dish.
"REPARO!!" I shouted angrily, "FOR THE FIVE BILLIONITH TIME!!"
The dishes were not cooperating with me. Harry and I had started on the chores, and Harry was upstairs cleaning the bathrooms. I'd use the charm mum always used to have the dishes clean themselves, but the dishes were acting weird.
I cast the charm, angrily, once again. The dishes rose up, the sponge was aimed at the dish. I sighed with relief, but a little too early because the dishes clattered to the floor again.
"GODDAMNIT!!" I shouted. I heard Harry come down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, eyeing the broken dishes.
"REPARO!!" I shouted once again at the dishes, "These dishes are not cooperating, Harry."
"Well maybe if you were a little nicer to them..." Harry said with a smile. I threw the dish towel at him.
"Oh so wonder boy's got jokes now?" I hissed.
"Wonder boy? That's new."
"Shut up," I snapped.
"Calm down, Ginny," Harry said in a slow, soothing voice, "We'll just wash them by hand."
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. Harry smiled and held me by my waist.
"You know your eyes flash when you're angry?" Harry said, kissing the top of my forehead, "It makes you look hot."
I laughed and looked up at him.
"You know those attempts that you use to try to calm me down?" I mimicked, "It makes you look desperate."
Harry clutched his heart in a fake-hurt manner.
"Cruel Ginny, your words hurt," he gasped.
I laughed and threw the dish towel at him again. We began washing the dishes, and I began humming happily.
"What song are you humming?" Harry asked, amused.
"A random tune. Why?"
"I don't know. Just wondering. It's not often I hear you humming."
"Well I only hum when I'm doing dishes."
"Oh, so I guess this is a rare moment."
"Yes. It is indeed. Take a picture, it might last longer."
"Or I could just dump these dishes in the garbage and we'd have to start over again. Then I'd get to hear you hum some more."
"If you do that, your head will be the next thing dumped in the garbage."
The next thing I knew, sudsy bubbles were thrown at my face. I yelped and the bubbles slowly slid off my hair.
"HARRY!!" I shouted in shock. Harry clutched his sides and laughed hysterically.
"You think it's funny?" I challenged. Harry nodded in between laughter, but it abruptly stopped when I threw some bubbles back his way. Then it was my turn to laugh.
Harry glared at me and thus the bubble war began. We threw water and bubbles at each other until we were both drenched. Harry slipped and fell on his butt and I laughed hysterically, only to have more bubbles thrown at me.
Finally, we stopped. Harry was running a hand through his sudsy hair and laughing.
"We better get cleaned up," I said, giggling a little.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "Merlin, I've never had this much fun in a long time."
"Think you could get used to it?"
"Oh I could definitely get used to this."
X X X X X
After we finished the chores we went flying. And this was only after Harry promised not to push me off my broom and/or land on me.
We were flying side by side for a little, and then Harry turned to look at me. I laughed and turned my broom upwards, spinning towards the sky. Once I was high enough, I rocketed downwards. Everything blurred as I plummeted towards the ground. I let out a shout of excitement before rearing my broom up, right as I was about to hit the ground. I coasted a little bit above the ground before hopping off.
"You're crazy," Harry said, bringing his broom down and hopping off, "I hope you know that."
"I am crazy," I laughed, "But it's nice to hear it from other people once in awhile."
Harry walked towards me and raised his eyebrows. I laughed and fell to the ground. I spread my arms out and closed my eyes. Harry sat down next to me and put his arms behind him, resting on his elbows.
"You seem to like that," Harry remarked.
"Like what?"
"Lying in grass like that."
"I do like it. It makes me feel carefree."
"Mm…carefree," Harry thought out loud.
"Yes, Harry. Believe it or not, in this day and age it is possible for witches and wizards to actually be without care."
"Witches and wizards that didn't…never mind."
I sat up at Harry's comment.
"Witches and wizards that didn't what?"
"Nothing."
"Well it was obviously something!"
Harry looked away from me. I crossed my legs and looked at him.
"Harry!" I chuckled somewhat nervously, "Is something wrong?"
"Ginny, it's nothing," Harry said sternly, looking back at me.
Why was Harry holding back?
"Okay…" I said, looking at Harry quizzically. Harry looked down at the grass and began playing with it.
"So want to hear some good news?" I said, clearing my throat. Harry looked up at me hopefully.
"What's the good news?" he said with a small smile.
"I'm going to try out for the Soaring Arrows. You know? The quidditch team?"
"Oh?" Harry said, with a blank expression. I was confused. Wasn't he supposed to be happy?
"Yeah…" I began again, "Try outs are this weekend. And are you okay, Harry?"
"I told you I was fine, Ginny," Harry sighed, "And I can't wait to see you on the team."
He put on a strained smile and I smiled too, but my mind was once again buzzing with questions. When would all these questions of mine be answered? What was wrong with Harry? He was fine a second ago!!
There was a barrier between Harry and I, and I was going to break it down. I had a feeling, however, it was going to take loads of hammers and a few sticks of dynamite.
A/N: So, there you go. A fluff filled chapter with a little fuel at the end to keep the story going. Tell me what you think!! Oh, and I'm also working on a new story, which should be appearing soon after this one is finished. Not sure what it's going to be called yet, but it's going to be a Sirius/OC. Hey, it's always good to try something new!!