Ginny had been curling a bit of Harry's hair around her finger, giggling before kissing him again, the parchments full of notes he had been making for the new DA crunching under their legs. Reforming the DA was giving him an energy and brightness that she hadn't really seen since the war ended--it was quite the turn on. But just as she was about to roll him onto his back, Ron's voice hit Ginny like a ton of bricks, and she jerked away from Harry, sitting up straight. What had happened...
She glanced at Harry, clad only in pyjama pants, and down at herself in Harry's boxer shorts and a tank that she yanked back down into place, topped off with a serious case of bed head, and decided to take her brother at his word. What if Fred and George had blown up their shoppe with one of their ridiculous products? Charlie, eaten by a dragon, Bill eaten by Fleur...
Without waiting for Harry to comment, she grabbed her wand from the pile of parchments and quickly dissolved the half-dozen privacy charms on Harry's bed and yanked the curtain open. "What's going on?" she asked breathlessly, scrambling out of the bed.
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