Silverlining

Chapter 8
The morning they arrived in Whales Ginny was beside herself with nerves. They had set up their tent in a field with several others. It looked like half the females in the United Kingdom had come to tryout.
Ginny went to register “I am number three thousand two hundred and fifty one; I can’t believe that there are that many people here. We should have come earlier. I just know that they are going to fill all the positions before I even try”
“Ginny calm down you working yourself into a state, I am sure they have a system. Remember sixth year I had held tryouts and a bunch of nit wits showed up. Half these people are just to catch sight of someone famous.
Harry was right; most people looked as if they had never been on a broom before. They were broken down into groups of a hundred and people were quickly wedded out. As they watched Ron leaned over and whispered to Harry.
“I think that one in the purple is a bloke.”
“I thought so to, but look closer she’s now.”
“Blimey you’re right that’s scary.”
Ginny was in the next group of girls, Harry hushed Ron and watched. She was excellent better then Harry had ever seen her. She dodged in and out of the obstacle course they had set up easily. He heard her announce her number with a few others in her group to come back tomorrow for the second part of the tryouts.
They went back to the tent in a celebratory mood; Ron has brought a bottle of fire whiskey and poured three glasses. Ginny, Harry and Hermione each took one, Ron tried to take the one back Ginny had taken.
‘You’re to youn...”
Ginny interrupted him by pointing her wand at his face. “Don’t tell me I am too young. I am of age”
Ron started to say something else then thought the better of it and poured himself a glass. Harry and Ron sat up talking long after the girls had gone to bed.
“Harry, I just have to ask you, it’s been bothering me since Christmas.”
“What’s that?’
“What are your intentions with my sister?”
Harry looked over at him trying to gage whether he was being serious. “That sounds like something your father should be asking not you!.”
“Well I am, when George mentioned marrying Ginny you had quiet the reaction.”
‘It’s none of your business Ron, since you’re engaged you think everyone should jump on the band wagon” Harry said hotly and Ron looked at him confused trying to figure out what band wagon meant “That’s a serious step that I will take when I am ready don’t push me. There are still people out there that would like to see me dead. How can I bring someone I love into that?”
“Calm down mate, I was just asking, you answered, does Ginny know how you feel?”
“Aren’t you being noisy tonight?”
“Hermione has been badgering me to ask you since it was bothering me…” Ron trailed off,
Harry tried to control his temper and answered “I should tell you to bugger off, but no I have not told Ginny I love her, I have never said those three words to anyone, THAT’S ANOTHER BIG STEP.” He lost the fight with his temper and screamed the last three words before getting up and stomping out of the tent.
It was easy for Ron to give and accept love, but Harry had to worry about how his feelings for people could put them in danger. How dare Ron question his feelings for Ginny it was none of his business. Ginny knew how he felt, didn’t she, doubt started to creep in. Maybe Hermione was badgering Ron because she had talked to Ginny and Ginny doubted his feelings for her. He rushed to the girl’s tent, it was very dark and he woke up a startled Hermione first.
“What is it Harry? Is something wrong?”
“Sorry Hermione, I was looking for Ginny.” Harry’s eyes were staring to adjust and he saw Hermione give him a quizzical look.
“Since I am awake, I think I’ll get a glass of water.” She said and left.
Harry’s frustration had only increase because he had woken Hermione. He walked to Ginny’s cot and shook her awake more forcibly then he intended.
She sat up looking frightened “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…well something… You know I love you right?”
If Ginny looked startled before she looked absolutely dumbfounded now. “Yes, I know this isn’t the way I imagined you telling me the first time.”
It was Harry’s turn to look startled, he had told her, the words had just come out. They were easier to say then he had imagined.
“What brought this on Harry?”
“Ron and I were talking and he said something that got me thinking.” He blurted out “You know I want to marry you to right?”
“If that a proposal your suppose to get on one knee and give me a big sparkly diamond.”
“It’s not, not yet anyways. I just wanted to tell you in case you had any doubts.”
“Harry you are the only thing I don’t have doubts about. I love you but I am glad that wasn’t a proposal. I am not ready for marriage yet. I am how ever ready to hex the living hell out of Ron.”
Harry laughed suddenly feeling much better. “I have a better idea” He said grabbing her small foot and pulling her towards him as she slid on the cot her night dress rose so that it exposed her milk white stomach. He leaned over and kissed, Ginny pulled him closer so that he had to prop himself up on his elbow to avoid falling on her. Harry’s hand found its way to her small flat stomach and moved its way up beneath the soft material to caress her already erect nipple, She arched and Harry moved so that he was lying beside her kissing down her neck, his mouth found her nipple through the material, Ginny moaned and he trailed his finger down past her stomach, his fingers brushed the soft cotton of her
“Harry can I talk to you?”
It was probably a good thing that it was so dark in, Ron may have murdered him. Ginny quickly adjusted her night shirt that had ridden up when Harry had pulled her towards him.
She snarled at Ron “We’re busy Ron, bugger off.”
“No I better go Gin, I am sure Hermione was to come back to bed.” Harry said kissing her and whispering “I love you” he rose and went out the door with Ron.
“What exactly where you doing in there with my little sister?”
“Do you really want to know?” Harry answered his temper starting to rise again.
“Probably not, I wanted to apologize for being such a git. Hermione gave me an earful about not being very tactful, since when have I ever been tactful?”