Those eyes || Harry J. Potter

portkeys and Diggorys || XV

Chapter 15
"portkeys and Diggorys "
XV

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Ara felt as though she had gotten barely any sleep. She was awoken by a quiet Mrs. Weasley. Her arms were wrapped around Harry, and their legs were intertwined. Harry's hands were wrapped around her as well. He removed one hand from her and rubbed his face.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Ara, who had quickly fallen back asleep. He watched as her chest heaved up and down at a slow pace. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

He didn't want to move.

"Harry?" Ron rubbed his eyes. "Why is Ara asleep on you?"

Harry blushed. "Neither of us could fall asleep, but I guess we did at some point." Ara woke up, her hair plastered to the front of her mouth.

"Gross." She spat it out, laying back down on Harry. "Ara, you have to get off of me so I can move." He whispered tiredly. "But you're so warm." She closed her eyes.

Harry lifted her off and set her on the side of the couch they weren't on.

"It's too early." Ara grumbled.

Ara went upstairs to change. Once she did, she took one look at Ginny's bed and laid down in it. "Ara, let's go." Hermione dragged her off the bed. Ginny just yawned, saying nothing.

Minutes later Mrs. Weasley came up the stairs to bring the three down. The three girls walked down the long stairs, looking as pale as ever.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting down at the table.

"We've got a bit of a walk," said Mr. Weasley.

Walk?" said Harry. "What, are we walking to the World Cup?"

"No, no, that's miles away," said Mr. Weasley, smiling. "We only need to walk a short way. It's just that it's very difficult for a large number of wizards to congregate without attracting Muggle atten- tion. We have to be very careful about how we travel at the best of times, and on a huge occasion like the Quidditch World Cup —"

"George!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply, and they all jumped. "What?" said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody. "What is that in your pocket?"
"Nothing!"

"Don't you lie to me!"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!" Several small, brightly colored objects zoomed out of George's pocket; he made a grab for them but missed, and they sped right into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"We told you to destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley furiously, holding up what were unmistakably more Ton-Tongue Toffees. "We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!"

It was an unpleasant scene; the twins had evidently been trying to smuggle as many toffees out of the house as possible, and it was only by using her Summoning Charm that Mrs. Weasley managed to find them all.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and toffees zoomed from all sorts of unlikely places, including the lining of George's jacket and the turn-ups of Fred's jeans.