Ginny
Where was Harry?
Where?
Ginny was terribly worried, night was creeping up on her and Harry still was not back. She was putting James to bed and making dinner (sausages and mashed potatoes finished off with a treacle tart) and she had taken to glancing out the window every so often.
This is ridiculous. She told herself. It's Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, they'll be fine.
"Still no sign of Batman and Robin?"
Ginny jumped in fright, Draco was leaning against the door frame.
"Who's Batman and Robin?" Asked Ginny, momentarily forgetting her concern for her brother and husband.
Hermione walked into the room holding James's special blue blanket. "Batman and Robin are a muggle comic book duo and there was films made about them." She said covering James with his blanket. "And films are moving pictures on a television that talk and tell a story." And then, in answer to Ginny's questioning look, she said, "a television is like a big box that the pictures move in."
"How come I never learned about this telivizzy thing in muggle studies?" Ginny asked, feeling baffled.
"Because you slept your way through the first five years and in your sixth year you were too busy aggrivating the teacher and getting tortured." Hermione replied. "Not your best lesson."
"No, it was not," Ginny mumbled. "I'll just talk to dad, he knows about fellytones and stuff."
Hermione sighed, "telephones."
"Them too."
Hermione laughed and shook her head, "never change, Ginny." She walked out of the room, completely ignoring Draco.
"What did you do wrong this time?" Ginny asked him after taking in Hermione's haughty profile.
"Same as before," Draco replied gruffly, "I've done nothing today."
"I'm angry at you for that," Ginny told him, "it was despicable."
Draco looked down at his feet bashfully, "I know, I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand having her in my arms and not going further."
Ginny pulled a face, "is that all you men think about?" She asked in disgust.
"No," Draco said, "I just love her."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "she's married to Ron now and you should leave, George is coming over." She walked out of the room and Draco followed her.
"I don't mind," he said.
Ginny turned on him, "well I do. George was the one who found you kissing Hermione and he hates you even more than he did."
"I don't care," Draco persisted, "he's always hated me, maybe we should bury the hatchet."
Ginny snorted, "I doubt that will happen," and she turned on her heel, tired of the conversation, and walked away.
While Ginny was in the midst on serving dinner, a knock on the door sounded, Ginny heard it open and George walked into the kitchen.
"George!" Ginny cried, dropping the spoon back into the pot of mashed potatoes and running to greet George. She flung her arms around him and he hugged her tightly.
"Hey, little sister," George said affectionately, "hope everything's OK, not over working yourself?"
"No," Ginny replied as they broke apart, "Harry always does his very best to help, but he's away in a search party. He should be back soon," Ginny glanced anxiously out of the window, where was he? She wondered. Ginny got a look at George's pale face, "are you all right?" She asked, truly concerned. "You look ill."
