A/N: Yeah, we still don’t own this. Idea and basic storyline by
J, who was kind enough to let Jo have a field day with it.
Ginny Weasley followed a group of her classmates down the corridor to the Great
Hall for dinner when a hand reached seemingly out of nowhere and pulled her
into an empty classroom. “Hey there, gorgeous,” whispered a voice in Ginny’s
ear as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She turned to find a pair of green eyes staring
intently into her own brown ones.
that too loudly, Harry, somebody might hear you. Then we would be busted,” she said in mock
horror. “I mean, really. Imagine the uproar if the general public
found out that Harry Potter was no longer single.”
point, but it’s not like it isn’t common knowledge that lately I’ve often been
seen in the company of one Ginny Weasley, one of the prettiest girls Hogwarts
has seen in a long time,” Harry said as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind
turned a deep shade of red and tried to think of a comeback, but failed. “I
just feel like I’ve been doing something wrong ever since last week when we…
well… when you and I…”
told each other how we felt? Since we
started seeing each other? Since you became my girlfriend? Since you and I
became an Us? Call it whatever you
want,” Harry replied with a slow grin growing on his face.
“I love hearing you say that, but I
wish we could tell everyone else, or at least the people who matter, like Ron
and Hermione. It’s going to come out
eventually, Harry. We can’t keep
sneaking around the castle like this forever and I’d rather they heard it from
us,” Ginny said with a sigh.
“I know we won’t be able to keep
this quiet for long, but as soon as people find out, we might as well paint a
giant target on your back, Ginny, not to mention all the gossip it would
create. I mean, you remember what
happened in fourth year when Rita Skeeter said I was dating Hermione. I don’t want you to have to deal with hate
mail or reporters who will twist your words around until you don’t even
recognize them anymore.” Harry ran his
fingers through his already messy hair.
“I like things how they are now, when I have you all to myself and we
don’t have to worry about telling other people to mind their own business, or
Fred and George teasing us loudly, or Malfoy making snide comments, or
worse. Just think of the possibilities,
“Quite honestly, I’m surprised we’ve
kept it from Ron and Hermione for over a week.
And speaking of those two, where have they been all afternoon?”
Harry made a face. “They made some
excuse about having to go to the library about an hour ago. I don’t even want to know what they’re
getting up to, much less chance walking in on anything, so I was going to eat
without them as a form of protest.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t mind having you all to myself,”
Ginny said with a smile as she pulled Harry out of the classroom and headed
toward the Great Hall. “But I still
don’t understand why we’re keeping this from them. We don’t have a terminal
illness, Harry. We are dating. So what
if everyone knows, including my family?
I think they’ll be happy for us.
I don’t understand what you’re so worried about.”
don’t know, Harry thought. Why am I
this nervous? What would happen if everyone knew Ginny and I were together? I mean, how bad could it be? Harry’s mind began to wander as he followed
Ginny to dinner.
* * *
he pictured himself standing in the Burrow with Mr. Weasley. Mr.
Weasley‘s face looked quite good-humored, but his words were startling. “You
know, Harry, I do have a very large collection of what Muggles refer to as
“guns.” It’s amazing, what a few spells
can do to their power. Would you like to
see my “gun” collection, Harry?”
Harry shook his head, terrified,
unable to speak. “No? Well, that’s
alright,” Mr. Weasley replied, as he put an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “You just remember my “gun” collection when
you are with Ginny, or you will have a very, very close encounter with these
“guns”. I can’t guarantee your safety
around those “guns,” but I’m sure that won’t be necessary. Do you understand me, son?”
Harry shuddered at the thought of
Mr. Weasley’s unseen wrath raging upon him.
But worse yet, what would Ginny’s brothers think of Harry and Ginny’s
feelings for each other? Suddenly, his
mind was filled with even more horrific thoughts than Mr. Weasley’s gun
Harry saw himself standing in a cart
outside an empty Gringott’s vault. Bill
stood beside him. Bill smirked as he
recited the familiar warning. “No one can get into these vaults except a
Gringott’s goblin. If anyone tried, they
would be sucked into the vault with no escape.
If I were you, Harry, I’d be very, very careful around here. These accidents sometimes happen without
warning, and they only check the vaults for thieves once every ten years. I’d hate to see something like that happen to
you, especially now that you’re seeing my darling little sister. Although it could end up being
for her own good. I don’t ever
want to see Ginny hurt, by you or anyone else.
And remember, these accidents seem to happen without warning…” The look on Bill’s face gave Harry the
As the vault faded, an image of
Charlie appeared. Charlie stood next to
Harry with an arm around his shoulder in a Romanian field. “I think it’s great that Ginny and you
finally got together, Harry. She
deserves to be treated well, and if anyone can do the job, it’s you.” Harry gave a sigh of relief.
he knew it, Charlie had his arm suddenly wrapped around Harry’s neck in a tight
head lock. Charlie guided Harry over to
a group of dragons. “Do you see these
dragons, Harry? Aren’t they
beautiful? I’m happy for you both, but
if you harm one hair on her head, just one, or under any circumstances make her
cry, I will have these lovely dragons make a snack of you. You may be able to outsmart one dragon, but
not 10 or 20. Just keep that in mind,
Harry. Keep that in mind.”
found himself standing on the steps of the Ministry building in Diagon Alley,
Percy at his side. He felt slightly
relieved. He was sure that perfect, Prefect Percy wouldn’t have any homicidal
tendencies. He was, after all, a
ministry official now, with a reputation to uphold. Harry tried to concentrate on what Percy was
saying, but the drone of his monotonous voice lulled Harry into a daze. He had almost fallen asleep standing up until
he heard, “Imagine the scandal an inquiry into your financial affairs might
cause. I know the people who can make it
happen. I’ve never believed myself to be
a corrupt official, but the minute I hear that my little sister isn’t being
treated as she should be, I can have you under suspicion and buried in
paperwork for the next ten years. And
you’ll always be watching your back, Harry.
But then, maybe you should be watching your back anyway. I know the people who can make problems like
you go far, far away…”
The Ministry building dissipated and
Harry was once again at the Burrow. He
was face to face with Fred and George, who were trying very hard to look happy,
but failing rather miserably. “Harry, we
want to congratulate you and Ginny. We
just heard about the two of you, and we wanted to tell you how pleased we are.”
George said cordially. Harry tried to
reassure himself that the twins knew him well enough to be honestly happy for
“But Harry, one thing,” George
continued. “We want you to know that if
you hurt her in any way, any way at all, we will make your life a living
more tricks up our sleeves than you could possibly imagine, and we have the
nerve to use each one of them to torture you for the rest of your life. You will never be safe. You will always be on guard,” said Fred. “Your life will be so horrible, that you will
rue the day you laid a finger on our sister.” Ominous laughter rang in Harry’s
ears the two of them seemed to grow and surround him.
that in mind.” George said with a smile that made the hair on the back of
Harry’s neck stand on end. With a whirl,
he saw that he was in the Gryffindor common room. Out of the corner of his eye,
he spotted Ron moving toward him.
“Ron! Ron, please don’t be upset
with me.” Harry looked around at the
entire House of Gryffindor staring at them, as Ron’s face contorted into a
nasty sneer eerily similar to Malfoy’s.
Harry had a sinking feeling there was going to be a scene.
“Harry!” he shouted, “How could you
do this to me? It’s my sister, for the
love of everything holy! How could you
date Ginny? You know, I thought I knew
you, but I guess I was wrong. Our
friendship is over, Harry, and more than that, I will see that you never get
near Ginny again. And may you burn
eternally in the hell set apart for horrible best friends!”
“But Ron,” he stuttered as he tried
to respond, “Ginny and I really care for each other. Why can’t you be happy for us?
“You want me to be happy for you?
You thought I would be okay with the idea of you and my sister… oh, for the
love of Merlin, that’s disgusting! What were you thinking, Harry?” Ron continued to yell as the scene began to
fade. Harry’s mind reeled at the thought
of losing Ron.
* * *
Are you listening to me, Harry?” Ginny’s
voice broke into his daydream. Harry let
out a sigh of relief as he returned to a much simpler reality. His heart was racing at a thousand miles an
hour as he recovered from all the horrible possibilities his new relationship
could mean. He was, after all, now in
love with the only sister of six brothers.
There was bound to be some over protectiveness, but it couldn’t be that
bad, could it?
“What? Oh. Ginny.
I was just thinking about what might happen when your family finds
out. I mean, I don’t know how receptive
they will be to the idea of… well. You and me… Us. I, uh, I just think that maybe keeping this
to ourselves may be the best idea, for right now. Maybe we should just keep things under wraps
until…well…until we get engaged or something.” Harry stammered, knowing he had
not worded that well.
You can’t be serious.” Ginny said with shock in her voice. “Why are you scared to tell everyone? Maybe you don’t want to be with me at
all. Is that it, Harry? Because if you’re having second thoughts, we
can end this.” Harry was horrified when
he saw a tear making its way down her cheek.
“Oh no! Ginny, don’t cry. Please don’t cry! I don’t want to hurt you, and I really,
really mean that. I don’t want to hurt
you and I am not having second thoughts.
Please don’t cry,” Harry pleaded with her, trying very hard not to
panic. He grabbed for her hand as they
reached the doors of the Great Hall.
Students on their way to dinner filed past them with alarming
speed. “But try to keep your voice down,
“Oh, Harry. I’m just so afraid that this is a dream. And when people know, then maybe it will feel
less like a dream. Do you understand?”
“Okay, we’ll tell Ron and Hermione,
but you have to promise me something.”
smiled up at him. “Anything, Harry.”
that you won’t leave me alone with any of your brothers ever, never ever. I don’t want to see your dad’s gun
collection. Or meet Charlie’s dragons.”
“Harry, what on earth are you
talking about? My dad doesn’t have a gun
“Oh, right. Okay. Never mind, then. Maybe we should just tell Hermione and Ron.”
Harry froze as he heard a familiar
male voice from behind him. “Tell us