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The Hard Life by killthatrat
Chapter 6 : Chapter 6 An Overactive Imagination
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WARNING: The second half of this chapter contains PURE FLUFF! :) I had to write this a bit of a 'filler'.
The fluff was inspired by the movie "10 things I hate about you." And Susan from 'Desperate Housewives.' (Both of which I claim no credit for including Harry Potter…) 


“Hey. How did it go?” Ron called out from the kitchen, as he heard the front door open, followed by a voice he recognized as Harry’s.

Harry and Sirius entered the dark and musty kitchen to find Ron eating breakfast, his bowl piled with porridge. Harry smiled widely as he said, “It was great.” He turned to look at Sirius. “I love it.”

Harry sat down as he began to describe the house to Ron. “And it has this massive fireplace! And uh, oh verandahs and your Mum is going to love the kitchen. Lots of room, and the back yard is huge, I think were on a property like you are, and when we move in, Sirius is going to put a charm on the place so that we can play Quidditch and all that jazz."

Ron nodded his head as he listened intently. He frowned as he swallowed a particuly large mouthful of porridge before saying, “It sounds great. When are you moving in?”

“Ahhh Sirius is…some time next week, didn’t you say?” he said looking at Sirius. Sirius nodded in agreement, and Harry continued. “And I’ll be moving in on my birthday.”

“Sounds good. I have to see this place soon.”

“You will don’t worry.” Sirius said with a smile as he helped himself to some porridge,

“You’ve already had breakfast!” Harry said as he shook his head in wonder. He stood up and headed towards the stairs. “I’m going for a lie down. You know your disgusting the both of you.”

“Nou aiir bod.” Ron said, his eyes opening wide as he forced out those words through a mouthful of porridge.

“My point exactly.” Harry turned and headed up stairs, chuckling at his best friend’s strange eating habits.

He trudged upstairs before flopping down on his temporary bed, his mind reeling with the information that it had taken in that morning, with the questions he had. What furniture would his godfather and Remus choose? What would they do about the fact the house was designed by muggles for muggles? And what on Earth were they going to do about all those electrical points?

Mr Weasley will have a field day when he sees it. Harry though to himself as he got comfortable. He grimaced as he wished the window in this room had curtains to shield out the light. He folded his arm over his eyes to block out the light, as his mind wandered to the conversation he and Sirius had had about Ginny.

He sighed as he thought about the control that Voldemort had over his life, even when he was laying low. Since his return, Voldemort’s presence in Harry’s life had become more than over whelming. The danger of being possessed, the nightmares, the snake attacking Mr Weasley, Cedric’s death, Sirius being injured at the Department of Mysteries, the list goes on. Why did it always have to be like this? Why did he and everyone around him have to suffer?

He sighed loudly again as he rolled onto his other side, trying in vain to get comfortable. He could not however shake these thoughts from his mind. Now he couldn’t even be with Ginny, because he knew that eventually she would be used to get to him.

He rolled over again as he thought to himself, Why does it have to be this way?

But at that moment he could have sworn he heard a voice in the back of his head say, It doesn’t.


Ginny lay on her bed in the early hours of the afternoon, finally getting a break from Fluer. As much as she had been warming to her soon to be sister-in-law, Fluer could still irritate the hell out of Ginny. Ginny had put on her dress atleast a thousand times so that Fluer could check that it was fine. They had gone over the itinerary for the day, where to be and when, heck Fluer had even made Ginny check to table settings for the reception, three times.

She was thankful to her mother, after she had sent her only daughter to her room for pulling faces behind Fluer’s back. Her mother said she was supposed to be thinking about how sinful her actions had been. Yet she was thinking about other actions she’d like to be doing. Actions that were once again, downright sinful.

There was a knock on Ginny’s bedroom door. She quickly opened it to find a windswept Harry standing in her doorway.

“This is crazy.” He breathed as he looked her in the eyes with apprehension.

“I know” Ginny sighed, looking into those emerald eyes.

She then found herself wrapped in Harry’s arms, kissing passionately.

Ginny grinned devilishly as she thought of the many dramatic ways she and Harry could get back together.

There was a tap on Ginny’s shoulder; she turned around to see Harry standing very close to her, looking frantic. She looked down and realized he was pointing his wand at her.

“Ginny, if Voldemort won’t let me have you then no one else can!” He said in a rush, as he pressed the wand harder into her stomach.

She looked at him incredulously, before pushing the wand away. “Shut up.” She said as they came together in another passionate kiss.

Ginny giggled as she imagined Harry being the over jealous type. Her giggles continued as she thought of the next dramatic way they could make up.

“Ginny look!” Hermione said, pointing behind her. The crowd began to part as somebody began to sing.

“You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much”

“Who is that?” Ginny asked.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you!”

“It’s Harry!” Hermione said, pointing once again the singing was coming from. Ginny turned to see Harry in the middle of the dance floor, looking straight at her with those puppy dog eyes he had when he was trying to make up for something. The music started up and he began to sing again.

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright
I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say!
Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay
And let me love you baby let me love you!!!!!!!!”

Ginny roared with laughter at this thought. She rolled around on her bed at the bizarre image of Harry singing a song to get them back together. She gasped for air and clutched her stomach as she put ‘Hear Harry sing’ on her mental list of things to do before death.

Her laughter was cut short by a loud booming knock on her door.

“Ginerva Weasley!” her mother shouted as she opened the door. “You’re supposed to be thinking about what you have done!”

Ginny tried to pull a straight face for her mother, but the image in her mind kept popping back up to complicate this simple action. She sniggered as she put her head in her hands, and managed to gasp out, “Sorry Mum.”

Molly Weasley pulled a strange face at her only daughter’s laughter. “Well what’s so funny then?” She said softening.

Ginny laughed again before replying, “You don’t want to know mum, you don’t want to know.”

“Hmmm.” Mrs Weasley replied. “Ok then. But get up, you’ve been here long enough. Time to get dressed. Fluer’s mother wants to start doing hair. Well atleast I think so, it’s a bit hard to tell with the accent.” Her mother said as she left the room.

Ginny sighed as she got up and began to redress, this time in her bridesmaid dress. She looked at it for a moment, wondering what Harry would think. But once again her over active imagination went straight back to Harry’s love melody, and she burst out laughing once again.

A/N as always please review! Haven’t had reviews for a while! Also a big thanks to all those awesome people who validate our chapters! Thanks guys you’re awesome!

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