A White Knight

Harry Potter was a very lucky man. Very lucky.

Sure, it wasn’t lucky that his parents had been killed when he was only a year old. And no, it wasn’t lucky that he’d been forced to spend his childhood with the Dursley’s. It certainly wasn’t lucky that his godfather had been taken from him after only a short time together. Of course it wasn’t lucky that Voldemort had spent a great deal of Harry’s life wanting Harry personally dead either…

But Harry was now a very lucky man. He had the two best friends anyone could ask for, no more Voldmort, money that would support him even if he choose not to work, he was captain of the quidditch team, and to top it all he had a gorgeous girlfriend.

He grinned to himself, a gorgeous secret girlfriend.

Ron Weasley could not know that Harry was currently engaging in slightly more than G rated behavior with his little sister. Even if it was Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, Ron would blow a fuse. In fact Harry didn’t plan on telling Ron that he was seeing Ron’s baby sister until the day after the wedding.

Harry supposed it was a testament to just how dense Ron could be that he and Ginny hadn’t been caught during Harry’s time at the Burrow the past couple weeks. Harry had hardly spent anytime with Ron and Hermione, always leaving with poor excuses. Hermione must know though, she hadn’t said anything but the looks she shot Harry as he ran off said that she knew he was up to something. She seemed pleased though- it must be the girl in her, always fond of a romantic story.

Harry would need all the allies he could get on the day all the Weasley boys found out about his relationship though so he didn’t mind why she was pleased with his relationship, as long as she stayed pleased.

He was a very lucky man indeed and his grin grew even wider as he slipped into an empty classroom to find the focus of his thoughts already there and waiting.

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Ginny Weasley was worried about her brother. Ron could be so thick. She was being to wonder if there actually was something mentally wrong with him! She’d been fucking his best friend for a month and he hadn’t even blinked!

But more importantly Hermione Granger was practically throwing herself at him and he hadn’t noticed. At all! For the past two years Hermione had flirted with her clueless brother, casual touches, giggling at his stupid jokes, the works. It was borderline pathetic how obvious the girl was.

However, Ginny loved Hermione like a sister and if Ron was who Hermione had chosen then Ginny would do all she could to help her friend. She’d manipulated dinner seating’s, mentioned Hermione to her brother whenever possible, still, nothing. The boy was a brick.

Right now for example he was making her late for her meeting with Harry because he was bitching about not being able to get a girlfriend! Ron didn’t seem to get the hint that she had to go. She was standing by the door giving one syllable replies and he still went on. It was time for drastic measures.

“Look, Ron, this has been great but I’ve got to go take care of some woman problems. I’ll see you later.”

That did the trick, silence and a slightly green face, and she was out.