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00 Potter
By: Brizz333
3. Brotherly Love


The Burrow
Monday June, 29
1700

Harry sat heavily into the couch in front of the fire. It had been a tiring day for him. First he had bullets flying by him, then he had to deal with two hospitals, and then he had to fake being fine and healthy all afternoon for a birthday party. To make matters worse, his pain killer was wearing off and he was really starting to feel the pain in his ribs and knee. He had started to limp a bit, and so far nobody had noticed, so he sat in a chair as long as he could.

Harry stretched, and then gasped in pain as his ribs moved even more. He brought his hand over to cover the area, in a fruitless attempt to stop the pain.

“Alright there Harry?” came a voice from behind him. Harry jumped, and then winced as his knee collided with the coffee table.

“Uh, yeah Gin, why do you ask?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“Well, you were limping all over the place today, and you wince every time you laugh, sigh, or pretty much move.” Harry had hoped nobody had noticed no such luck.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Harry replied, perhaps a bit took quickly.

Ginny moved slowly toward him. “Gin?” Harry asked questionably.

“You know Harry; you looked very handsome tonight, and who knew you cleaned up so well.” Harry gulped as Ginny closer and closer, and soon she was standing right in front of him.

“And you know Harry, being the youngest Weasley, I know how to handle men,” Ginny jabbed him hard in the ribs and suddenly turned furious, “and I know when someone is lying to me!”

Harry yelped in pain and leaned over in pain, trying not to breathe hard. Ginny’s eyes softened, “Let me look at your ribs Harry.” Harry shook his head no.

“Come on Harry, let me look at your ribs and I’ll give you some pain potion and I promise not to tell mum,” Ginny asked.

Harry thought hard. He really wanted another pain potion, but he didn’t want Ginny to see his chest. That would bring questions he did not have the energy to answer. But his chest hurt so badly, and he knew Ginny wouldn’t relent until Harry let her help him. Plus, if she told Mrs. Weasley, he would be in worse trouble.

“Alright, but ask no question and I give you no lies.”

Ginny smiled smugly, “I knew I could get you to show. Now shirt up Potter, come on don’t be shy, I’ve seen skinnier men than you.”

“Ginny!”

“What, it’s true. Now take your shirt off.”

Harry stuck his tongue out at her and slowly took his shirt off.

Ginny gasped as she saw the huge blotchy bruise covering the right side of his chest. Harry smiled sheepishly, “Not so skinny as you thought, huh.”

Ginny shook her head and looked more closely at his torso. Indeed, he was not skinny. He was tan and had broad shoulders. His arms were buff, but not gigantic and all veiny. His had a great six pack. He was slim but not skinny. His black hair was messy as usual, but shorter because it was army standards, though she didn’t know that.

“Are you done staring, or are you going to give me my pain potion?” Harry asked after a long moment, amused and a bit uncomfortable with the look in Ginny’s eye.

She shook her head out of a daze, “Right, sorry ‘bout that. Let’s see, looks like broken ribs.” She whipped out her wand. She was about to cast a spell when Harry shook his head frantically.

“Don’t fix it, please. Just give me the potion and well never bring this up again,” Harry said pleadingly, “please.”

Ginny sighed. She saw desperation and pain in his green eyes. “Fine Harry, stay here, I’ll go get the potion.”

As Ginny left, Harry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “That was close, too close.” Harry thought.

A few minutes later, Ginny came walking back into the living room holding a bottle.

“Here ya go Harry, pain potion. Now drink it all, or I will force you too,” she said with a soft smile and handed him the bottle.

“Thanks Gin,” Harry said as he gratefully grabbed the bottle and drank it in two big gulps. Ginny giggled.

Harry looked at her confused, “What?”

“Well, its just you’re the only one who calls me Gin.”

“Really now, would you rather me call you Ginevra?” Harry asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, feeling much better already from the potion.

“Call me that Potter and you will regret the day you ever set foot in this house.”

Harry mocked salute, “Yes, ma’am!”

Ginny smiled and slugged him in the arm.

“Hey!” Harry yelled indignantly, “you’re not allowed to hit your patient.”

“Aww, poor baby. Does baby Harry want his ba- ba,” Ginny retaliated in a baby voice.

Harry gave her a puppy dog look, “Can I have chocolate instead?”

“Nope.”

Harry lunged forward, grabbing Ginny’s waist and started to tickle her relentlessly. Caught by surprise, Ginny fell backwards, with Harry on top. They landed with a big grunt, and Harry immediately started to tickle Ginny’s ribs.

“Harry, stop,” Ginny managed between laughs.

“Not until you say who’s the handsomest man alive.”

“Dean?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“What’s going on here?” came a loud voice from the kitchen doorway.

Harry and Ginny looked up to see a furious Ron standing a few feet away.

Harry rolled off of Ginny and stood, helping Ginny up also.

“It’s not what it looks like Ron,” Harry said as he looked again at his furious friend.

“Really, then why were you on top of my sister with her screaming to stop, explain that Potter!”

“Ronald,” Ginny broke in, “Harry was just tickling me. It’s nothing to be worried about. So leave and mind your own stupid business.”

“You are my little sister, and I have every right to butt into your business!”

Harry winced; little sister was not the right word to use with Ginny.

“You know what Ron, this ends tonight. You have scared off every one of my boyfriends and I am sick of it. The only man you haven’t completely scared off is Harry, and you were just yelling at him a moment ago for tickling me.” Ginny raged.

“Well, he’s just Harry. I trust Harry.” Ron turned to Harry, “Sorry mate, got a little too carried away.”

Harry shook his head, “don’t apologize to me Ron, its Ginny you ought to be apologizing too.”

“I will not. I am her older brother and I have every right to choose who she should date.”

“Ron!” Ginny interjected again, “Will you leave us alone. I haven’t seen Harry in almost a month, and when I finally get a moment with him, you burst in here accusing me of something entirely different.”

Ron glared at Ginny, and then stormed out the room.

“Grrrrr,” Ginny growled. Harry yawned.

Harry started to feel very drowsy, “Hey Gin, did you put some kind of sleeping potion in that pain potion.”

“Yeah. Come on Harry, I think its time you went home, you’ve had a very long day from what I have heard.” Ginny said taking Harry’s arm and leading him to the doorway. Harry just grunted in reply.

Ginny apparated both of them to Harry’s flat. Harry was long gone in sleep world, so Ginny had to drag him to the elevator. When they reached the tenth floor, Ginny dragged Harry to his room, number 33.

After she opened his door, she set him gently on his bed and covered him up with blankets. “Goodnight Harry,” she murmured, kissing his forehead lightly. Harry smiled a bit and rolled over on his side. Ginny apparated back to her own flat.


Harry’s Flat
Tuesday June, 30
0500

Harry slowly opened his eyes. Everything was clear. “That’s not right,” he thought. Then he remembered he had forgotten to take his contacts out. In fact, he couldn’t even remember how he got home. Last thing he remembered was Ginny apparating out of the Burrow. Thinking of Ginny, he thought his best friend looked down right hot in those tight blue jeans and red blouse.

With a groan, Harry rolled out of bed, shivering as his feet touched the cold floor. He looked down at himself. He still had on the clothes he had worn from yesterday. Harry stood up and stretched. He yelped as the pain in his ribs came back full force.

He stumbled out of his room and into the kitchen. He opened up the cupboard and found the pain potion that he had left over. After he took a big gulp, he headed to the shower. Taking off his clothes he stepped into the shower and let the water poor down him.

Harry got out of the shower and put on his workout clothes. A pair of black shorts, blue Nikes, and a white t-shirt. He put on his MP3 player, and walked out of his room. As he walked out of the buildings doors, he took off jogging, starting a five mile run.


The Ministry of Magic
Tuesday June, 30
1000

Harry knocked on Kingsley Shacklebolt’s office door. Not waiting for an answer, he walked right in. Kingsley was sitting at his desk reading the Daily Prophet.

He looked up, “Hey Harry, how’s it going’.”

Harry shrugged, “Nothing much, just here to report.”

“All right, you know where the forms are.”

“Thanks,” Harry replied, walking over to the stack of papers. He hated this part of the job, paper work.

Reading his thoughts, Kingsley smiled, “Don’t have too much fun now.”

Harry wadded up a piece of paper and chucked it at his boss. He tried to duck the piece of paper, but ended up falling backwards off his chair. Harry bolted from the room, closing the door just in time to hear Kingsley yell, “POTTER!”

Laughing, Harry walked over to his desk and started to work on his report of the mission. When finished, Harry took the form and dropped it into a folder that stated, “Reports.”

Harry checked his watch, 1200, just in time for lunch. He wandered if Ginny would want to go and grab some lunch. Harry grinned, then apparated to St. Mungos.

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St. Mungos
Tuesday June, 30
1200

Ginny sighed. It had been a very long day. A flu virus spread through the ward, forcing Ginny to run back and forth cleaning up puke and giving all the kids potions for it. Now it was finally lunch time and here she was, scolding herself for forgetting her lunch that she always brings.

Ginny growled and slammed her head on the table.

She heard a voice from behind her, “Now that’s not the way you should go about fixing you problems.”

Ginny swung her body around, “Harry!”

He smiled, “Hey Gin.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I thought we could grab some lunch together, that is if you have time.”

“Excellent, lets go.” Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him to the elevator.

As they walked outside, Ginny hooked her arm with Harry’s and asked, “So where are we going to eat, I’m starving.”

Harry laughed, “I thought we could go to that park a few blocks down and have a picnic.”

“I would love that.”

“Ok, right this way ma’am.”

Ginny giggled as Harry bowed, and then took his arm in hers again. They apparated to the park. Harry set up the blanket under a tree right by the lake. He took out his wand and the picnic basket he had prepared earlier appeared.

When Harry sat down, Ginny followed suit and sat next to Harry. After they ate their sandwiches and chips, they lay next to each other, just enjoying each others presence. Ginny rested her head on Harry’s chest and put her left arm over his stomach. Harry put both his arms around Ginny and pulled her close. They sat there for a while longer, when Ginny sat up, “Crap, I’m late for work. Sorry Harry but I’ve really got to go.”

Harry stood next to Ginny, “No problem Gin. It was nice to get together with you again, see ya later.” Ginny hugged him quickly and apparated. Harry just shook his head and started to clean up.

okey dokey theres chapter 3 folks hope you enjoyed.

how many prettys do i have to put before please that youll review. pretty please :)

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