Weasley Charm | Fred Weasley

Chapter 6-3: Diagon Alley

"Delaney!" Ginny yelled.

Delaney jolted awake, "What? What happened?"

Ginny stood silently laughing for a moment as Delaney looked at her, "Oh, Ginny, you're worse than Fred!" She threw a pillow at her across the room, laying back down.

"Well now that you're up we can get breakfast downstairs before Ron does. Maybe then we'll actually be able to have a peaceful breakfast without his constant smacking," Ginny chuckled.

"Ugh fine," Delaney slung the blankets off of her. "Wait, what about Hermione?" she pointed to Hermione still sound asleep in her bed.

"I've already tried. She's just going to have to have breakfast with Ron," Ginny shrugged her shoulders. Delaney gave her a silent glare for a moment before they both burst out into laughter.

"Did you plan them eating breakfast together on purpose?" Delaney turned her head to face Ginny as they walked down the last few steps.

"I didn't at first. I really was trying to get all of us to eat breakfast together but when I couldn't wake her I just decided to let her eat with Ron. Hopefully they'll finally figure out they fancy each other. I mean it's painfully obvious," Ginny shrugged, chuckling at the last part.

"It really is, isn't it?" Delaney chuckled until their attention was brought to a familiar trunk sitting in the kitchen and a bright snowy owl. "Hedwig?"

"But that would have to mean," Ginny paused, walking over to the stairs. "Mum?"

"Ginny? What is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked from a few floors above.

"I was only wondering when Harry got here," Ginny prompted, looking up to her mother with Delaney. It was strange for Ginny to be grinning at the mention of Harry's name when she had told Delaney the previous night that she's dating Dean Thomas. Though Delaney knew the true reason why she was grinning, it was only a matter of time before Delaney won the Weasley family bet on Ginny and Harry.

"What? Harry? Harry who?"

"Harry Potter of course," Ginny clarified, a slight grin grew on her face at the mention of his name again.

"I think I'd know if Harry Potter was in my house, wouldn't I?" Mrs. Weasley began walking down the stairs towards the girls.

"But his trunks in the kitchen," Ginny countered.

"And his owl," Delaney nodded in agreement.

"No dear, I seriously doubt that," Mrs. Weasley shook her head.

"Harry? Did someone say Harry?" Ron asked, walking to the banister a few floors up.

"Us nosey. Is he up there with you?" Ginny asked.

"'Course not, I think I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?"

"Is that an owl I heard?" Hermione asked, now appearing on the banister a floor above Ron.

"You haven't seen him have you? Apparently he's wondering about the house," Ginny asked.

"Really?" a pinch of excitement was clear in Hermione's voice.

"Really," Harry grinned, standing in the door frame to the sitting room.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley smiled, walking down the stairs ahead of Ron and Hermione.

Ginny quickly ran up to Harry, hugging him unexpectedly. Yet Harry didn't hesitate to hug her back.

"Harry," Hermione smiled, hugging him alongside Delaney.

"Why didn't you let us know you were coming?" Mrs. Weasley asked, pulling Harry from her own hug.

"I didn't know. Dumbledore," Harry grinned again.