Chapter 7 : Drinks
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Just another thing I’m planning on doing…my chapters are going to get longer, intentionally of course. I think that might be annoying you reader…you know, you wait a week or two for a 1500 word chapter…I know I would. Just wanted to let you know! ALSO, I’m going to try to look over my work more closely, and try to catch as many mistakes as possible. Hope it helps!
Disclaimer: The most fabulous J.K. Rowling owns all! I am simply borrowing her ideas and putting in a mix of my own. I promise that I will return Ms. Rowling’s ideas after I’m finished “borrowing.”
It was dark out at sea. Dinner had just been served to the team, and Ginny was shut up in her room. After peaking in on dinner to make sure the "Potter couple" wasn’t too “busy” to eat, she grabbed a plate for herself and took it up to her room.
It had already been decided that she needed to act fast. Her “Master Plan” wasn’t playing up to its name. Sure, she was with Mitchell, but Harry seemed to have gotten over the shock of seeing this new couple together. Something else needed to be done. But Ginny was at a loss. How could she possibly stop the bond that was rapidly growing between Harry and Eliza?
Ginny stood up, resuming her pacing she had abandoned five minutes earlier. Her head began to pound again as she searched her mind for something she hadn’t thought of. Then suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ginny opened it without thinking, having been right in front of it while pacing. Mitchell was standing in the door frame.
“Oh, hi,” said Ginny automatically. Her mind had been so filled up with a certain green-eyed man that she had expected him to be the one to knock. Hoping Mitchell hadn’t seen the disappointment in her eyes, Ginny changed her tone at once. “Come in!”
“Err, no thanks,” said Mitchell, his eyes not meeting hers. “I’m sort of here to deliver a message. Harry wanted to tell you good-night. He really just wanted to know if you were okay since you didn’t eat dinner with us.” Ginny’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t caught a word of what Mitchell had said. She was too distracted with his tone.
“Are you alright?” Ginny asked. He still didn’t look at her when he replied.
“Fine. Just tired. Long day, you know?”
“No, not really,” said Ginny, her eyebrows raised. “We haven’t done anything but lounge around on this boat. Didn’t you fall asleep on the deck above?”
“Well, if that’s all you want to say, I’m just going to-“
“What’s on your mind?” Ginny asked again, and this time Mitchell met her blazing look.
“It doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t listen.”
“I am now. Just tell me.” It was strange. She didn’t necessarily like Mitchell much. He could be a bit of a show-off, mostly when they were alone. But something about his tone had her worried. He was the essential key for the whole plan.
“Why won’t you tell me what happened between you and Harry?” Ginny stared, then recovered.
“I did. We went together for a couple of years, and then decided to split up.”
“You decided. You both agreed on it?” Ginny felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
“When Harry sent you up here, what else did he say?”
“Nothing. He just said come check on you.” Mitchell’s eyes left her own for a split second.
“Don’t lie to me! What did you talk about?”
“You’re telling me not to lie to you? You just said you two agreed to see other people.”
“You talked with him- you and him- Harry told-“ Ginny was lost for words. But Mitchell still had a few left.
“Yes, we did! He told me the whole damn thing! About how you wanted to be with him! About how you said you would never stop loving him! About how he left you for Eliza! Everything!”
“He just decided to tell you? But didn’t you ask him before?”
“Yes, and that time he was just like you! About how you and him agreed on seeing new people. Rubbish!”
“Wait a moment.” Ginny was at a loss. Something was missing. “How exactly did you get him to talk, then?” Mitchell looked away, staring at a spot on the floor by Ginny's feet, but spoke anyway.
“Veritaserum. I slipped some of it in his wine while we were eating. No one noticed. He didn’t, of course. Then I took him out to ask him a few questions.”
It was amazing how Ginny turned these misfortunes into opportunities. Smoke was probably pouring out of her ears due to her mind working so fast. Veritaserum was a truth telling potion, but it takes time to wear off like most potions. What if the effects were still…in effect? Harry could be with Eliza, no, Harry WAS with Eliza right now, and all Ginny had to do was ask the right question, and then…
“What are you doing?” Mitchell dropped his icy tone he had been using before when Ginny suddenly leaned against the wall, her eyes wide. “If you’re about to explode or something, get it over with. My parents used to wait a few minutes, just for the dramatic pause.” Ginny blinked. She had to get out of this one as quickly as possible, for every minute counted now. Every second counted.
And Ginny didn't waste one. She walked away. Mitchell called after her, but she didn’t look back. He even tried to grab her shoulder, apologizing, thinking she was going to throw herself overboard or something, but she just kept walking, without saying a word.
Mitchell finally gave up when she turned the corner, where he was left standing alone, cursing under his breath. Ginny, meanwhile, began to run, almost sprint to Harry and Eliza’s suite. Something about the moment seemed to drive Ginny, because when she reached the door, she pulled out her wand and blew the suite door open. Actually, she completely blew it up, and pieces of wood flew everywhere.
“What the hell!” yelled a voice, while another one screamed.
“Do you love me or Eliza?” screamed Ginny, her eyes still closed to avoid splinters flying into her eyes. “Just answer the question, Harry Potter!”
“So if you backed your life up, let’s say, two months, would you do it again?” asked Dean while Seamus leaned in closer, watched Ron eagerly.
“No, of course not, I would have waited a year or something,” replied Ron automatically before taking swig of his fire whiskey. Seamus grinned at Dean.
“I told you one of us was going to go on to bigger things,” he said. “Come on, with Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom in the same dorm as us, someone had to end up with an exciting life.”
“You said bigger and better things, not just bigger,” replied Dean. “Getting your girl knocked up doesn’t exactly seem like better, if you asked me. Besides, you said it would be either Harry or Neville, not Ron.”
“Guys, what the hell are you talking about?” asked Ron. “Bigger and better things, what does that mean?”
“Bit of an inside thing, really. If it makes you feel better, though, you’ve had the most exciting life since Hogwarts,” said Dean, grinning. “I’ve been on and off with several girls, while Seamus here is hooked up with Miss Lavender Brown.” Seamus winked.
“She actually wanted to come here,” said Seamus. “Told her I would be here with you, and she said she wanted to meet us here. I dunno where she is, though.”
“But there’s something I don’t understand,” said Dean, reverting back to the conversation they had just vacationed from. “You told Granger that you wanted to get married, and you were perfectly fine with having the kid. What changed?”
“I had some time to think about it. At first, it sounded like a dream come true. I was finally getting somewhere in life, instead of sitting on my ass with my parents. I would be having a wife and child, I was employed, and everything was supposed to turn out great. Then reality hit me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I enjoyed sitting on my ass every day. It wasn’t all that bad now that I know that it’s all gonna be stripped away from me. I’m going to have to work each day like my dad does now, and sometimes he didn’t come back ‘til morning.” Ron took another swig of fire whiskey.
“So what are you gonna do?” asked Seamus. “Aren’t you, you know, stuck?”
“Well, first things first,” said Ron, waving for Madam Rosmerta. “I’m gonna take my mind off of this rubbish for the night. We’ll see what happens next.”
“What can I help you with, m’dear?” asked the bartender.
“Another fire whiskey. Make it extra hot, Ros’.” Madam Rosmerta glared at him but didn’t say anything about her new nickname as she went to get his refill.
“Well, if Lavender doesn’t show up in the next minute, I’m going to get up out of here,” said Dean. “I’ve got business to attend to tomorrow morning.”
“Nah, you can go,” said Seamus, getting up. “I’ll just tell her Ron didn’t come or something. You leaving as well, mate?”
“In a bit,” replied Ron as his fire whiskey arrived. “I need to stay here and think before seeing Hermione again.” Seamus nodded, and then he and Dean left the pub. Ron took a long draft of his drink. Though his intention was to think for a bit on his next move, Madam Rosmerta had followed his orders on making his drink “extra hot.” Within a matter of minutes and a couple more refills, Ron thought his mind was sliding in and out of his ears.
The pub slid in and out of focus around him, the only thing he could register doing was knocking his fist for refills. Of course, that was before he passed out.
“Err, miss, I think you’ve blown up the wrong door,” said the startled stranger. “I’m simply in here to clean the room. I should have left the door cracked or something. Won’t happen again.” He bowed, and a small house else appeared around his knees.
“Is everythings here alright?” squeaked the house elf. Ginny, who would have normally tried to explain herself, or at the very least apologize, turned right around and continued down the hall.
How could she have gotten the suite number wrong? She knew immediately what had happened. Harry was in suite 1206, and she went to 1026. She was a whole two floors below where she needed to be.
“Why the hell is our team spread out so much,” muttered Ginny to herself, jabbing the elevator button impatiently. “And why is this boat so goddam big?” Without waiting, she turned and opened the door behind her, leading to the stairs. Taking them two at a time, she was running again, on the search for suite 1206.
In a matter of minutes, she was panting and clutching a stitch in her side in front of Harry’s suite. Taking a deep breath, Ginny hammered on the door.
“Hold on!” yelled Harry on the other side of the door. Ginny’s heart jumped, but she wasn’t exactly sure why. Was she glad she heard Harry’s voice? Or was she realizing that she would be finding out the truth in a couple of seconds.
“Ginny?” Harry stared at his ex-girlfriend. “What are you doing here? And why do you have pieces of wood in your hair?” Ginny met Harry’s eyes and her heart sank. They looked normal…didn’t veritaserum make the victim’s eyes appear strangely blank?
“Harry, listen to me. Why did you tell Mitchell about what happened to us?” Ginny asked, watching closely. Suddenly, Harry’s eyes went blank. Again, Ginny’s heart jumped up near her throat.
“Never mind, never mind!” she practically yelled. “Harry, listen to me!”
“You already said that,” said Harry. His eyes returned to his normal green, and his was looking at her with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Harry, do you love me?” Harry’s eyes went blank again. Ginny couldn’t move. She half wanted to hear his answer, but only if it was the right one.
“You…you do.” But wait, Ginny thought. Oh, damn. I asked the wrong question. Thinking quickly, she asked again, phrasing it differently. “Are you jealous of Mitchell and me?” Again, Harry’s eyes went blank.
“I don’t know.”
“What! What the hell does that mean! You’re under a truth potion, aren’t you? It’s a bloody yes or no question! Are you in love with me? Are you IN LOVE WITH ME!?” Harry stared, as though he were thinking. But again, this wasn’t right. Veritaserum caused immediate answers, without any thinking. Maybe it was because the effects was wearing off.
“Yes.” Harry’s eyes remained blank. He was telling the truth.
“What’s going on here?” asked a voice behind Harry. Eliza appeared next to Harry. Harry blinked.
“I don’t really know,” said Harry faintly. He blinked again, and his voice became stronger. “Ginny, are you sure you’re okay?” Ginny gaped at him. What next?
“Harry, who are you in love with, me or Eliza?” Harry stared at Ginny. Harry’s green, curious eyes stared at Ginny Weasley, who suddenly knew what was going to be said even before he opened his mouth.
“Is this some kind of trick question? My wife, of course. Ginny, I think you should get some sleep or something. Have you eaten since breakfast this morning? I didn’t see you at dinner.” Ginny stood motionless for a couple of seconds before bursting into tears. Tears of frustration since the potion wore off too soon. Tears of anger, aimed at Eliza, Harry’s wife. Tears of sadness, since Mitchell was sure to break up with her…the key to the Master Plan. Tears of stress, stress that had built up over the months she had been away from Harry.
But mixed with the sobbing of misery, there was a small ray of hope inside of Ginny. Harry was in love with her. They both knew it. And the more she thought about this, the less she grieved over her own misery. All that was left was to get the (censored) that was still standing next to Harry, watching Ginny sob. Eliza had to go, one way or another.
“Ron!” hissed a voice, and Ron felt a sharp prod in his ribs.
“Geroff, I’ll be down innabit,” Ron mumble-jumbled, not opening his eyes.
“Rosmerta says she’s gonna throw you on the street if you don’t get up.” When Ron didn’t reply in a language known to man, his “prodder” pulled out her wand, grabbing Ron’s wrist. She turned on the spot, disapparating from the pub.
“Oh, Ron, it’s great to see you again,” said Lavender, helping Ron into a chair in front of the kitchen table. “Of course, it would be a bit better if you could recognize me.” She went through her pantries for a bit, still talking. “I’m guessing Seamus left, huh? Doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s probably going to come up with some tragic excuse when I see him tomorrow.” Ron, who wasn’t taking any of this in, slumped forward, his head hitting the table as he passed out for the second time that night.
“I’m really not that boring, am I?” muttered Lavender, smiling to herself. “Here, drink this, it’ll clear you up in a heartbeat. Uh-“ she looked at Ron’s head, which lay ruddy and motionless on the table. “This could be interesting.”
Hermione filled up her third cup of tea, while the one across from her that was supposed to be Ron’s lay untouched. She sighed. Why was she still waiting for him, anyway? He was probably going to be out for the night. But what could he be doing?
Hermione suddenly felt more alone than she ever felt before in her life. More alone than she had back in her first year at Hogwarts, when she had no friends. But back then, she had her studies to keep her busy, unlike now. Hermione even felt less alone when Ron had been with Bill and the goblins, because she had Ginny and Harry to talk to. But now she was alone with her thoughts going through her mind. And all that was filling her mind was how empty she felt.
I was going to end with Ginny crying in front of Harry and Eliza, but I had to get a bit more of Ron and Hermione’s drama in as well, especially since it’s been so long since I’ve updated. Thanks to all the readers that have stayed up with the story, and welcome to all the new readers of this fic. I hope you’re enjoying, and I’ll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
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