A True Hinny Story

Chapter 2: Dinner

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~ Emma

Harry's POV
"Do you mind helping with the table?" Mrs. Weasley asks me sweetly. I was glad that she asked me to do this, normally she would insist on me not helping. But recently she had started to feel more comfortable with him.
"Not at all," I smile at her and pick up a few plates from the cabinet to set at the table. Soon Ron joins me folding napkins to place under the silver ware.
"Ron... Please talk to me," He turns around to face me.
"No," His voice is hard and serious, the opposite of his normal self. Every once in a while he glares at me while I finish setting the table.
"Ron," I lower my voice. "Ron, come on!"
"Don't "Come on" me! I saw what you did to my sister!" He turns around quickly and walks back into the kitchen. I sigh, there is just no way to get through to him. Why can't he understand I'm in love with his sister! Is that so bad...
"Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley's energetic  voice bounces through the burrow.
I take a seat in front of Ginny at the table. She's wearing a and accidentally catch myself staring at her. Ginny sees me and she blushes adorably. I quickly turn around to hide my burning face. She accidentally kicks me with her leg and I playfully kick back. She gives me a look and then taps her foot against mine. She smiles, sticking her tongue out at me but not making it too obvious so no on else notices. I run my foot up her leg and a small giggle escapes her mouth.
George turns around and looks at her, a confused expression on his face. He then turns to me and winks at me.
She pushes my foot away and tries to look serious. I play with the bottom of her dress with my foot, and her face goes red trying to hide laughter.
"Is everything okay Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asks her seeing her face.
"Yeah Gin, everything okay?" I look at her seriously and she rolls her eyes at me, while giving me a look.
"I'm fine," She sits up a little straighter and looks into my eyes.
Ron sees my smirk and gives me a warning glance. I try to give him a look back but he turns around and talks to Hermione. I sigh softly, why did he have to see that, Ron is going to hate me forever.