Forever, Ginny

girlfriend

"Thank you, dear brothers, for that wonderful performance." I said, my glaring eyes piercing my brothers. They cowered slightly, to my amusement.

I was dabbing a wet cloth on Harry's forehead, after Ron sent a stunning spell to him, and Harry went flying - hitting his head on a tree. Idiots. They were so dramatic sometimes about my relationships, and it probably wasn't going away anytime soon.

I had run after him, and sent quite a strong jelly legs jinks on Ron. Still, he's rubbing his legs to get more feeling in them. Sucks to suck, Ron. I had scratched my leg, but I was too busy attending to Harry to notice. Fleur and Bill both noticed, though, and Fleur went to the kitchen to get gauze for the scratch and another wet rag for the blood. Sometimes, it was more gentle to do it the muggle way.

"Seriously, Ron, " Hermione exclaimed, sitting down huffily next to Harry's limp body. "Not even a month after Harry's er-incident!" Ron blushed, and Hermione stuck her chin up, and checked Harry as well. He was asleep, but he wasn't badly injured. He laid there, limp and bleeding a bit on his left brow brown. I frowned a bit, he hated scars... especially on his face. It would at least heal though, unlike the lighting bolt one on his forehead.

Hermione just put a sleeping potion so they could tend to the cuts and bruises without him insisting that he was fine. " Honest! I swear, I'm alright!" Hermione shoved the potion down his throat.

"Hermione, you would do the same if your little sister slept with your best friend!" Ron defended himself, and right as she opened her mouth to retort, Bill walked in. He held up his hands as if surrendering.

"Alright, Ron, enough. We all overreacted. I talked with Fleur. And I've come to understand that I may have been a tad overprotective. She uh—!"

"Knocked some sense into zis man!" Fleur waltzed into the room, another bandage for me, after I cut my knee running to Harry. "You men are too dramatic!" Me and Hermione both nodded at this statement. Bill flushed and Ron scowled, and whispered something to Bill who nodded.

Why do they insist on treating me like a child? I thought angrily, and sensing my rising annoyance, the group left me and Harry alone.

I stare down at Harry, his forehead a bit scratched and wet from the cloth. I rolled my eyes at the thought of my brothers freaking out over me and Harry. They should honestly just get over it by now.

"I bet that was terrifying." I mumbled to him, not really expecting him to answer. 

"Bloody scariest thing I've ever seen in my life. Compared to even Voldemort," He responded, eyes still closed and a tiny smirk.

"Harry!" I jumped, his voice and smirk startling me. "I thought you were asleep!" I smacked his shoulder and he laughed wickedly. "Weirdo."

"I just woke up, don't go on abusing me! Got enough from Vernon!" He joked, and I stopped dead cold. He blushed and I stuttered.

"I-

"Sorry! I throw that kind of shit around like it's a joke and it makes some people-

"Harry, you're fine. You apologize so much, you're good!" I cut him off, and I lay my head against him. He quiets down, and for a few seconds it's just comfortable silence. Me, laying my head on his shoulder, laid right next to him.

And then Harry bursts out laughing.
"Imagine that! Your brothers killing me because we had sex! Ridiculous!" He cackled, and I couldn't help but crack a few snickers too. It was contagious laughter, and kind of a weight lifter after such a heavy past few weeks.

"I thought they were going to, honestly, lucky you got away with just a few scratches!" Harry nodded, and glanced over at the door. He leaned into my ear.

"Think they're listening in?" He whispered, and I nodded, a bit aggravated. "Let's mess with them," I smirked, liking the idea. I got up, careful not to creak the floor, and sat myself in the loveseat across the room.

"Wonder if my brothers are listening!" I said casually, but loud enough for them to hear through the door clearly. Harry caught on.

"Reckon not, probably chatting upstairs." He responded, trying not to laugh.

"Then, let's..." I pondered for a moment, and then a sudden idea popped into mind. " Finish what we started... last night." The door flew open, Ron and Bill coming through the door, and falling ungracefully onto the floor.

"Aha!" Ron yelled pointing and me and Harry, eyes crazed, and Bill rolled his eyes from the floor. Smacking Ron on head, he glanced at me and Harry, and his face was calm again.

"Ron, they were messing with us." He says tiredly. Harry rolls his eyes, and I look at my nails bored.

"That's what you get for eavesdropping! Grown man and still spying on his little sister!" I huff, still a bit amused as Ron rubbed his shoulder, and he hopped up from the floor.

"Maybe, I don't know-don't sleep with my best friend!" He exclaimed, and me, tired and it all, I took a deep breath and stood up. He looked a bit scared, and I was a bit pleased at that. He backed up.

"Ron! Shut up!" I rolled my eyes, and Ron rolled his back childishly.

"No! Listen—!"

He opened his mouth again to speak, but before he could get a word out, I slapped him right across the face. Hard enough to leave a mark.

Bill had a gobsmacked look on his face, Ron eyes were wide and in shock, his jaw wide open.

Harry, in the corner, trying not to burst out laughing, his face red and lips tight.

I rolled my eyes at my brothers, and pulled down my sleeves. "C'mon Harry. Goodbye, Ronald, Bill." I said curtly and stalked out of the room, angry.

I stood away from the door, not letting them see me, but wanting to wait and see what Harry was going to say. He smirked, pat Ron on the shoulder, and chuckled. "That's my girlfriend everybody!" He laughed, and ran out of the room to join Ginny before Ron punched him.