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Five: Newspaper and Firewhisky

The trio moved out of the Weasley’s the very next day. A tearful Mrs. Weasley had hugged them packed a package of food for each of them. Mr. Weasley had been giving them advice every three seconds.

“Remember to write! And come back to stay any time! And always trust your employer! And –“Mr. Weasley said, hugging Hermione, and then Harry.

“And if you ever need food, or anything, just ask, we’re always here. Oh, and – “Mrs. Weasley added.

“Mum!” Ron protested as his mum kissed him over and over again. “I’m eighteen!”

“I know, but now it’s only Ginny living here… All my children gone…” Mrs. Weasley looked over at her daughter, who was clutching Harry’s hand as though she’d never let go.

“Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said, withdrawing a small bag from his pocket.

“Yes, Harry, dear?”

“I just wanted to re-pay you for all the time I’ve spent here…” He handed the bag to Mrs. Weasley, feeling slightly awkward. Mrs. Weasley opened it. It was filled with gold galleons.

“Harry! How dare you attempt to pay us for all we've done for you! You're no less than a son to us.” Mrs. Weasley shouted at him, shoving the bag back at him.

“We never want to you to pay us for anything, ever, Harry. In fact, it should probably be us paying you for all you've done,” Mr. Weasley added, “Besides, you’re going to need this in the future.”

“Sorry,” Harry said weakly, looking at the floor. But then he felt and saw something small and red headed leap into his arms.

“I’ll see you later.” Ginny whispered into Harry’s hair. He stepped back.


“Bye, Harry. I love you.”

“I love you too, but –“

“Get going, you.” She said, pushing him out the door. After that slightly confusing goodbye, Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped on to the porch and apparated back to the flat.


They had already moved all their personal belongings there previously, so Harry and Ron settled into the kitchen and talked as Hermione ordered dinner.

With a click of her tongue, Harry watched Hermione finish off her letter and strap it to Pig’s leg. Holding the excited owl, she walked over to the living room and nudged Pig out of it. When he had flown off, she joined Harry and Ron in the kitchen.

“The food should be here in about 10 minutes,” Hermione said. Hermione and Ron had explained the Wizard’s way of ordering food to him. It wasn’t very different from the Muggle way, expect instead of delivery men, they used owls. Harry had never seen it been used before, however, as Mrs. Weasley only served homemade.

“So, our first night in the new flat.” Hermione said as she slid into her chair. “Most muggles would celebrate this event with alcohol and music.”

“We can do that. At least the first part. What’s alcohol?” Ron asked, walking into the living room and tapping the radio with his wand. A rock song by the Weird Sisters flooded into the room, making Hermione stand up.

“It’s kind of like muggle Firewhisky,” She said, “Come and sit in here, Harry.” Harry got up and joined her on the sofa.

“We can get Firewhisky. We live in Hogsmeade, remember?” Ron said, joining the other two on the sofa.

“Why don’t you go get it then, Ron?” Hermione asked, frowning.

“Fine. See you. Don’t eat all the pizza.” He said, and then apparated.

Ron returned a couple of minutes later, holding two full-size bottles of Firewhisky. Hermione’s eyes widened.

“We can’t drink all that. Think of how we’ll feel in the morning!”

“More for another time, then,” Ron said with a smile. He hurried into the kitchen, and put one of the bottles in the fridge. Then he uncorked the bottle, and poured some healthy doses of the sparking, fizzing drink into three glasses.

“Drink up.” He said when he had returned to the living room and handed Harry and Hermione their own glasses.

Harry clinked his glass with Ron and Hermione’s and sipped. The burning sensation was familiar, and Harry was looking forward to more of it.

Hours passed and drinks were re-filled. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione taking her sweater off and dancing to the music at one point.

Suddenly Harry realized he was lying on the floor, Ron and Hermione next to him. Hermione was wearing only jeans and a thin tank top, and she was giggling and red-faced. Ron was staring at her with a lopsided smile on his face.

“Maybe we should…hic! Go to bed.” Hermione said. Harry found himself laughing intensely at this suggestion. But somehow, he ended up alone, wandering in to his bedroom.
Some of the fog in his mind cleared when he got clear sight of his room.

“Hi.” Ginny said, smiling, “You are so pissed.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, nodding and tipping to one side. Ginny was sitting on his bed. She had lit some candles on the floor and was sitting, legs crossed on the bed.

“Come sit.” She said quietly, smiling at him. Harry staggered over to his bed and collapsed on to it. Ginny giggled when he found his head in her lap.

“I love you.” Harry said, grinning lazily. Ginny bent down and softly kissed his mouth.

She pulled away, but Harry flung his hands around her neck and pulled himself up to meet her mouth. A low groan came from his throat. He rolled over so that he was lying on his side. He slid both his arms around Ginny’s waist and pulled her close. He let her head slid into the space between his head and shoulders. He could feel her warm lips kissing up along his neck and around his ears. Unable to standing it anymore, he grabbed her face with both hands and put his tongue in her mouth. As she adjusted her arms against his neck, he slipped a hand under her jumper. Reaching around the back to awkwardly un-clasp her bra, his hand slid up her torso, reaching higher, and higher, and higher…


When Harry came back to consciousness he felt as though one million tons of stone were being continually dropped on his head.

“Hey babe,” Ginny said from her spot beside him. Harry moaned and leaned over the bed. He retched.
When he was done, he sat up and collapsed back on to the bed.

“What a lovely home warming present,” Ginny said, eyeing the floor with disgust. Just then, Harry realized they were lying in each other’s arms, and Harry was only wearing his boxers. Ginny was wearing a little more, luckily, but her bra was strewn on the floor and her fly was un-done.

“Uh-oh,” Harry said, forgetting his hangover for one minute, “Did we…”

“No,” Ginny assured him, “But you were very eager. I managed to keep you off me, but it was difficult. I don’t have that much self control.” Ginny smiled sheepishly.

“I don’t think either of us are ready. I'm really sorry about that.” Harry said, shutting his eyes, as the light from the window was bothering him.

“I agree. I’m going to see if Hermione has any anti-hangover potion. That girl is ready for anything.” Ginny said. Harry nodded and desperately hopped so.

Ginny returned holding a vile smelling purple potion. Harry gulped it down and his head cleared instantly. He sat up.

Scourgify.” He said, pointing his wand at the pile of vomit on the floor.

“Thanks Ginny. How did you get here without your parents noticing?”

“I rode one of our brooms,” she said, pointing at the Cleansweep in the corner, “And climbed through the window. As for my parents, well, I always sleep later in the morning and I doubt they’ll think to look for me.”

“You really shouldn’t have,” Harry pointed out, pulling a shirt out of his drawer and slipping it on, “You could’ve gotten hurt and we could’ve done something we’d both regret.”

“You sound like my brothers. I know what could’ve happened. But it didn’t and I couldn’t bear being away from you.” Ginny said. She stood up and closed the drapes. Harry didn’t avert his eyes as she turned her back to him and slipped her light green bra on. She grabbed her t-shirt and put it back on, and then did up her fly.

“You can stay for breakfast, but then you have to go back. I’d die your parents were worried because of me.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Oh please.”


Ginny and Harry joined a tired Ron and Hermione in the kitchen. Hermione was eating cereal and reading The Prophet. Ron was chewed slowly on a piece of toast.

“Ginny?” Ron asked incredously as his sister sat down.

“Oh, hi Gin,” said Hermione, still reading the paper.

“Hi, Ron,” Ginny said, stealing some of his toast, “Sleep well?”

“What did you and Harry do?” Ron said loudly, standing up. Ginny smiled at him.

“Oh, didn’t you know? Harry and I just made wild passionate love during the night, right next door to you.” She said, crossing her arms. Ron looked like he was about to pound Harry to a pancake, but then something seemed to click in his mind.

“She’s joking, isn’t she?”

“Of course I am! I do know how to make my own decisions!” Ginny roared, looking more and more like her mother, “And if Harry and I did decide to do that,” she said, poking a finger into Ron’s chest, “IT WOULD BE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” Ginny turned away from her brother and looked at Harry.

“I’m sorry, Harry, I have to go,” Ginny said quickly, taking some toast and kissing his cheek. She ran back to his room to get her broom and slammed the door on her way out of the flat.

“You know I’d never do that if she wasn’t ready,” Harry said quietly, sliding into his seat, “I love her.”

Ron gave him a strange look, and then sighed, “I know, but it’s still sort of weird for me.”

“Well it’s weird for me too,” Harry said, stealing more of Ron’s toast, “With you and Hermione…”

“Why does everyone keep taking my toast?” Ron snapped, stealing it back.

“Fine, I’ll make my own.” Harry said, standing up and walking over to the toaster.

When Harry returned to the table, Hermione finally looked up from her paper.

“Well, Harry, Rita Skeeter’s finally attempting to sink her talons into you.”

“What?” Harry asked, grabbing the paper.

With all the recent rumours surrounding the Wizarding World’s favourite teenager, it’s sometimes difficult to sort through what’s true and what’s fiction. But Ms. Rita Skeeter is here to set everything straight with her newest biography, Potter: Prick or Protagonist. A follow-up to her recent work on Albus Dumbledore, Potter is promised to be a literary master piece for years to come.

The book sorts out the many mysteries of Harry Potter. What really happened on the night Potter’s parents died? Who is Harry’s real love interest, the young Weasley daughter or the muggleborn Hermione Granger? The book also explores a popular theory: were Mr. Potter and Albus Dumbledore really plotting Voldemort’s downfall, or were they conspiring against those they seemed to be fighting with?

Either way, Ms. Skeeter’s novel seems that it will be an inspiring and moving piece about our hero, Mr. Harry James Potter.

Harry tossed the paper across the room. Hermione glared at him and went to pick it up.

“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” Harry asked, banging his head against the table. Ron clapped him on the back.

“It could be worse, mate. Remember when the whole world thought you were lying about Voldemort?”

“Yes and I’d rather not re-live the experience.” Harry said, teeth clenched.

“They’ll give up eventually. Someone else will come along, they’ll forget about you,” said Hermione knowledgably, “Besides, some of this stuff is downright hilarious.”


August 11th was Ginny’s seventeenth birthday. Harry had borrowed the help of Hermione to find the perfect present, and they had come through. Taking Pig, Harry quickly scrawled out a letter two days before.

Dear Gin,
Get ready for the best birthday of your life. I’ll pick you up at seven on the eleventh. Dress pretty.
You-Know-Who (and not the evil one.)

Smiling to himself, Harry tied the letter to the tiny owl and tossed him out the window.


With a pop, Harry apparated on to the Weasley’s front lawn. The night air rippled his hair, and he smiled, fixing his shirt. He was holding on to his Firebolt, and his pocket was slightly weighted down with Ginny’s present.

Taking a deep breath, Harry strode up to the front door and knocked. Mrs. Weasley opened the door.

“Harry, dear! Welcome! Have you dropped by for supper? I wasn’t expecting you but I’m sure we can fit someone else in…”

“Uh, no thanks Mrs. Weasley. Didn’t Ginny tell you…?”
Suddenly, Harry’s breath whooshed out of him as Ginny walked on to the stairs.

She was smiling at him, her long red hair twisted up on her head with small curled tendrils framing her face. She was wearing a form fitting black dress under a denim jacket. Her long freckled legs were bare and she was wearing small black heels.

“Wow,” Harry murmured as she brushed by him, and joined Harry and Mrs. Weasley in the front hall. Ginny was grinning.

“Sorry, mum, I forgot to tell you Harry was taking me out tonight. I hope you didn’t prepare anything much?” Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley shrugged.

“No, I didn’t really, I suppose. We can eat your cake tomorrow. Well, you two have fun now.” Mrs. Weasley said, with a wave and giggle. Harry had to stifle his laughter as Ginny made eye contact with him.

“I’ll be home by twelve, mum.” Said Ginny. Harry took her hand as they walked out the door.

As soon as the door was shut, Ginny started to laugh.

“Sorry about that. She gets muddled up in my business a lot. I like to keep her out of it sometimes.” Harry smiled.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“I thought I’d take you to your first muggle restaurant.” said Harry with a grin.

“We’re not apparating, are we?” Ginny asked, turning slightly green. Harry laughed.

“No. I thought I could borrow one of your brooms?” He questioned. Ginny nodded.

“Let me just grab one really quick. I can’t guarantee it’ll be fast though.” Ginny said with a smile, and jogged off towards the back of the house. Harry marvelled at her ability to run in heels. She returned a few minutes later, panting slightly. Harry took the broom from her.

“Get on.” He said, straddling the broom. Ginny got on the broom behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Harry kicked off the ground, feeling his hair whip all around as they rose steadily upward.

“This is beautiful!” Ginny said, leaning her head over his shoulder. Harry had to agree. The whole village was covered with darkness, expecting for pin pricks of light from the small cottages. Harry urged the broom forward, and felt Ginny squeeze him tighter.

“I love you.” Ginny breathed.

“I love you too.” Harry said, turning to kiss her. She let him but only a quick one.

“Let’s not crash on my birthday.” Ginny said, “We can snog later.”


A few minutes later, Harry soared into an alley way and landed behind a dumpster.

“No muggles will see us here,” he explained. Ginny laughed, straightening her dress.

“Let’s go,” she said, taking his waist. Harry complied, kissing her cheek.
Harry had already made reservations at the small café in a nearby town. The whole building was lit by candlelight, and an accordion player was playing soft songs in the background.

Harry led Ginny to a table, and sat down across from her. Her warm brown eyes were on him, and as the accordion music flowed through him, all he could see was her.

“Harry,” she said, looking around, “I should have done more for your birthday. This is beautiful.” Harry vaguely recalled his own birthday party between him and Ginny. It had involved a cake baked by Ginny herself, firewhisky and lots of kisses.

“My birthday was great. Just what I wanted.” Harry said, sliding his hand along the table to take hers. Harry was so wrapped up in her, he barely noticed when the waiter came and cleared his throat. Harry and Ginny jumped.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked, pulling out a notebook. Harry nodded.

“Yes. We’ll both have spaghetti with the mushroom sauce and two glasses of champagne.” The waiter nodded.

“Very well. I’ll be back soon.” The waiter walked away and Ginny turned to Harry.

“What’s champagne?” she asked, looking confused. Harry laughed.


Ginny was rather giggly after the two of them had finished the champagne. Once they’d finished their dessert, Harry had timidly asked Ginny to dance. He had smiled and thrown herself into his arms. Harry led her to the dance floor where other couples swayed to the music and looked into each others arms.

Harry could feel her hands draped over his shoulders. Her head fit neatly underneath his chin, letting Harry smell the flowery scent of her hair. He breathed in, and buried his face in her hair.

“Harry, this was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Ginny said, kissing him.

“And it’s not over yet. I have our own broom closet reserved.” Harry said with a sly grin.


A couple minutes later, Harry and Ginny emerged from a closet near the back of the restaurant, straightening their clothes. They were just about to return to the table to ask for the bill when there was a scream from the front of the restaurants.

Harry grabbed Ginny’s arm and ran forward, feeling his stomach sink into the floor as he heard spells shouted and saw lights shooting back and forth across the restaurant. Muggles screamed and hid as tables were knocking over.

Harry whipped out his wand, “Stupefy!” He shouted, as the stunner knocked over a table that was dodged by a black-cloaked figure. He sprinted forward, Ginny with her wand out next to him.

As they moved forward the scene in front of Harry came clearer. There were three black-cloaked and masked figures at the front of restaurant. One was laughing as he shot spell after spell at the terrified muggles. Death Eaters.

IMPEDIMENTA!” Ginny screamed, knocking one of the Death Eaters over. “Avada Ke-“

Protego!” Harry yelled, leaping in front of Ginny. The strong shield spell knocked the Death Eater into a wall. He slid down to the floor, knocked out.

Harry turned to Ginny quickly as the final Death eater approached them. “Signal the order.” Ginny nodded as she cast her patronus.

“So, Potter has taken his little blood-traitor girlfriend to a filthy muggle restaurant,” The Death Eater taunted, walking closer to Harry. Harry moved to the side slightly so he was standing behind a glass cabinet. “

SECTUMSPEMPRA!” The Death Eater yelled, and Harry’s first instinct was to duck. The spell collided with the glass cabinet, and glass shattered everywhere.

Prote-“ Harry was too late. He heard Ginny scream. His last thought as he fell backwards, covered in broken glass, was that the Order better hurry up.


Harry awoke to a pleasant white glow. He felt almost as if he was floating, and he decided he might like to stay here a while.

“Harry?” he heard a voice ask, from far away. A red blur disturbed the white and suddenly Harry’s eyes were open and Ginny was holding him.

“We were so worried!” Ginny said, kissing him. Harry reached over and put his glasses on, sitting up. He was aware he was in a hospital bed. Ginny was sitting next to him, and Ron and Hermione were sitting in chairs next to the bed.

“What happened? Are the death eaters gone?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes. He felt a strange stiffness all over.

“The Order came right after you passed out. They finished the last Death Eater off and took you to St. Mungo’s. You came awfully close to not making it though.” Hermione said, looking worried. She looked as though she had had a long night; there were dark circles under her eyes and she was holding Ron’s hand.

“So we’re at St. Mungo’s?” Harry asked, and Hermione and Ron nodded, “Why did the Death Eaters attack?”

“Kingsley thinks it was just a coincidence that you two were there. He thinks it was just an unprovoked muggle attack.” Ron explained.

“It’s a good thing you were there though,” Hermione said, “You saved the lives of a lot of muggles. They’re having their memories altered as we speak.”

“How long have I been down?” Harry asked, wincing as he examined his arms. Long scars covered them, the result of the glass pieces getting lodged into his skin. A Healer must’ve removed them and healed up the wounds.

“Only a day or so.” Said Ron, checking his watch, “Do you mind if Hermione and I go down to get something from the café? I haven’t eaten for hours.”

“That’s a record for you,” said Harry, smiling, “Go ahead.”
Suddenly Harry was aware that he and Ginny were extremely alone.

“So I suppose you won’t find me as attractive now that I have all these scars.” Harry said, grinning at her as she curled up next to him on the bed.

“Quite the opposite. Very macho.” Ginny said, running her fingers along his forearm.

“So,” Ginny said, “They found this in your pocket last night,” Ginny said, grabbing something from Harry’s night stand. It was a small black box, “I was wondering who exactly it might be for.”

“Oh, it’s for my other girlfriend.” Harry said gravely, nodding, “She was in Slytherin, and she’s part Veela. I’ve been seeing her behind your back for a whole year.” Ginny hit his arm.

“Ow!” Harry yelled, rubbing his arm, “I’m injured, remember? And it was a joke! It’s for you.”

”It better be. I have five brothers, remember?” Ginny said, grinning, “Can I open it?”

“No.” Harry said, smiling. Ginny opened the black box and gasped.

“Oh, Harry,” she whispered, “It’s beautiful!”

The gift was a small silver bracelet. It was a delicate chain all around except for a flat piece of metal engraved with the words, ‘My Love.’

“It’s one of a kind. It’s supposed to let you know when your true love’s in danger.” Harry said with a small smile, “Here.”

Harry un-did the small clasp and slipped it around Ginny’s wrist. As he did it up, Ginny held out her arm, admiring it.

“I love it, Harry.” Ginny said.

“Good.” Harry said, falling back on to the pillow and closing his eyes.
He felt Ginny take his glasses off and heard her lay them on his nightstand. She pecked his cheek, and slipped out of the room.

{A/N} Eh? Eh? LOL, that was very Canadian of me. Anyway, I quite like this chapter, hope you did too. Don't forget to review!

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