Secret love

At the Burrow

This is a really long chapter so buckle up and enjoy!

"I know someone who's worse than Umbridge," said a voice from the doorway. Ron's younger sister slouched into the room, looking irritable. "Hi Harry."

"What's up with you?" Ron asked.

"It's her," said Ginny, plonking herself down on Harry's bed. "She's driving me mad."

Harry knew exactly who her was. Ginny complained about her in her letters to Harry.

"What's she done now?" Asked Hermione sympathetically.

"It's the way she talks to me - you'd think I was about three!"

"I know," said Hermione, dropping her voice. "She's so full of herself."

"Can't you two lay off her for five seconds?" Ron said angrily.

"Oh that's right defend her," snapped Ginny. "We all know you can't get enough of her."

Just then, the bedroom door flew open Harry yanked the bed covers up to his chin, so hard that Hermione and Ginny slid off the bed. Ginny glared up at Harry.

A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seem to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blond hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow. Complete this vision of perfection, she was carrying a heavily laden breakfast tray.

"'Arry," she said in a throaty voice. "Eet 'as been too long!" Ginny rolled her eyes.

As she swept over the threshold towards him, Mrs Weasley was revealed, bobbing a long in her wake, looking rather cross.

"There was no need to bring up the tray, I was just about to do it myself!"

"Eet was no trouble," said Fleur Delacour, setting the tray across Harry's knees and then swooping to kiss him on each cheek: he felt the places where her mouth touched him burn. Ginny sat back on the bed, looking annoyed.

"I 'ave been longing to meet 'im. You remember my seester Gabrielle? She never stops talking about 'Arry Potter. She will be delighted to see you again."

"Oh . . .is she here too?" Harry croaked.

"No no, silly boy," said Fleur, with a tinkling laugh. "I mean next summer when we - but do you not know?"

He did know. But he couldn't say that Ginny had told him through her letters. Otherwise they would be inquired, maybe not by Mrs Weasley, but by Ron, as to why they had been exchanging letters over the summer.

"We hadn't got around to telling him yet." said Mrs Weasley.

Fleur turned back to Harry, swinging her silvery sheet of hair so that it whipped Mrs Weasley across the face.

"Bill and I are getting married!"

"Oh." Harry said, blankly. "Wow. Er - congratulations."

She swooped down and kissed him on the cheek again. His cheeks went a bit red. Ginny pinched him on the arm.

"Aghh!"