Chapter 7
Ginny’s POV
Ron’s not a light sleeper, and we weren’t that loud, so was it just my luck when he walked into the kitchen and already started looking for food? Hmm….maybe it was. Me and Hermione turned to him. She spoke up first.
“Good morning, Ron.” She said sweetly. “Umm, what are you doing here?” She asked him. He turned his attention from the fridge, and I quickly tried to wipe away the tears before he noticed. He looked at Hermione like she was insane.
“Did you forget I live here?” He said, and then he looked at me. “Or did Ginny tell you I’m trying to take over the world or something and convinced you to kick me out?” He said. I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head to the side.
“You come up with the weirdest ideas, Ron. Why would you think that?” I asked him. He rolled his eyes.
“Because you’re completely insane and you WOULD think something like that.” He said as if it were obvious. I shook my head at him in disbelief. This morning is going along
great. But I unwillingly let it go, and smiled sweetly at him.
“Good morning to you too.” Was all I said. And Hermione cut in.
“What I mean is what are you doing up so early?” She asked. And then as if on cue we heard rumbling. And he looked at his stomach and then back at us.
“I got hungry.” He said. And I should’ve known, because who else or what else would dare to wake up the big and mighty Ron from his slumber? Ron looked at me.
“What are you doing here? Please don’t tell me you’re living here!” He said. I shook my head.
“I just came here to speak to Hermione, for your information. I’m not living here with
you, I’ve done it once already, Ron.” I told him. Yes, I started to get fired up. “Now, if you don‘t mind, I‘d like to talk to her. ALONE.” I told him. And I smiled to myself when he backed away. I turned back to Hermione. “Now where were we? Oh right, the part where Harry’s being a total jerk about everything. I honestly don’t understand why. But I will find out!” I said determinately. Hermione, however, shook her head.
“He could just be in shock, Gin. Just give him sometime, alright?” She said.
“Oh, he’ll have plenty of time…in the waiting room.” I said, taking another sip of my tea. And just my luck, Ron came out again, but this time he wasn’t looking for food.
“Waiting room? What has Harry done to you?” He asked, surprised. I turned to him.
“It’s none of your business, Ron!” I snapped. And then the red started to appear.
“Hey! Harry’s my best friend, I think it is my business!” He shot back.
“Well, he’s my
husband. Beat that!” I told him. And Hermione, who simply couldn’t take our little fight cut in.
“Ginny! Ron! Shut up! Ron, I know you’re hungry so that’s what’s making you cranky. But don’t worry, I’ll start cooking breakfast. Ginny, you and Harry need to talk, together, alone! He knows you’re preg-”
“WHAT?!?” Ron shouted. And then everything turned silent. And trust me, it was past creepy. Hermione’s face drained of blood, while Ron’s face seem to fill up with it. He turned to me. “Ginny…you’re what?” I didn’t answer. He got up, and walked straight out the door. But he rushed in just as quickly and went inside his bedroom. He had forgot to change. I shook my head and turned to Hermione as I regained my composure.
“Did you buy him those pajamas?” I asked her. She giggled and shook her head.
“No, Mrs. Weasley did.” She said.
“Well, she sure does like blast-ended skwert and bunnies, I guess.” I said, laughing quietly.
“Shut up! It was a birthday present!” Ron roared.
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Harry’s POV
I spent 30 minutes pacing around the house, and time after time I’d would look at the door, as if expecting Ginny to come bursting through it. But then, I stopped looking at the door more often, and stopped pacing. And just when I least expect it, someone came bursting through the door. And notice I didn’t say Ginny. My worst nightmare (okay, I‘m being dramatic, but how could I not be at this time?). It was Ron. And I was suddenly reminded of Uncle Vernon. And let me tell you,
Uncle Vernon ain’t got nothing on him (yes, I'm being dramatic again, I know). He pointed a red finger at my face, and it felt like he was about to poke my eye out, but don’t be surprised, I might have spoken too soon.
“You,” He growled.
“Me,” I responded.
“You sicken me.” He said.
“I do?” I said, my voice faltering.
“Why is Ginny crying at my house?” He asked me. Wait, she’s crying?
“Wait, she’s crying?” I asked.
“Are you really that stupid? Yes! She’s crying. And she’s…she’s…don’t make me say it!”
“Pregnant.” I said calmly.
“Yes! That word!” He exclaimed. You would think that Ron would be saying more than a few words. But for him, I think no food + surprise + anger = partial stupidity.
“I know that! She’s just…angry. Possibly because...I…fainted...or couldn’t breathe….didn’t show as much excitement as I should’ve. But I was about to fix that.” I added. The color seemed to drain, but not completely.
“Well, you better.” He said, taking one of my apples and taking a bite out of it.
“Um…I think that’s my apple…?” I told him faintly. He took another bite before turning around to look at me.
“What’s you point?” He asked me.
“Nothing. Happy eating…”
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Well, there it is? I'll be working on the next chapter soon, which will be the real reason Harry had been freaking out and fainting and in denial. Anyways, I hope you like. =)...and thank you SO MUCH for the comments. They brighten up my day. Really cheesy, I know, but its true 