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To Blush or Not to Blush
By Ides of March

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Category: Summer-Fun Challenge (2004-3)
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Fluff, Humor
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 45
Summary: ** Winner of Best Fluff in the Summer Fun Challenge **
Ron decides her sister is the best choice to get Harry having fun in the carnival.
Hitcount: Story Total: 6752







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TO BLUSH OR NOT TO BLUSH


A/N As everybody knows, I don't own anything.

Ashwinder keep on putting up with me, and encouraging me. She betaed this fic.





“I bet you he will.”


“No, he won’t”


“He only needs a bit of a push in the right direction.”


“Don’t argue with me, Ron. You always lose anyway. And believe me, Harry is too depressed to put up with such a prank. He would kill us for it.”


“You can’t win at chess without losing some pawns,” Ron replied philosophically.


Ron gave a tired sigh. Why didn’t anybody trust him? He knew Harry. And he could tell when his best mate was depressed or not. And he could damn well tell that Harry wasn’t depressed where Ginny was concerned. Harry seemed depressed because he didn’t say a word and kept quiet and looked uninterested. But when Ginny was near, Harry wasn’t depressed. He was distracted.


And if Ginny was what his mate needed, Ron would be quite happy to make sure his younger sister gave him the attention he deserved, even if it was because of an argument a prank, or whatever his little sister came up with to make Harry’s life hell in retaliation.


“Harry will deal with it quite well, believe me. And if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll have noticed the way he looks at her. I bet he’ll enjoy it,” Ron murmured.


Hermione moved her head slightly as if conceding the point to Ron.


“Ginny would never believe Harry did it,” Hermione stated.


“But Ginny would believe you, Hermione.” Ron smiled.


Hermione returned the smile.


“That would be the Slytherin thing to do.”


Hermione said that just as Harry entered Mrs Granger’s kitchen. Ron was sure Harry had heard what Hermione had just said and he began to think fast.


“What are you up to?” Harry asked.


He sat at the table and started to pour tea into his cup. Ron took some salt and dropped it into the only cup that was still clean: Ginny’s.


“A bit of a payback for my little sister,” Ron mumbled


Harry smiled. “Ginny will have your head for that.”


That was basically true. When Ginny decided to take revenge, it wasn’t something to take lightly. Ron knew it quite well. Ron remembered the last day of the term, when, mysteriously all the milk at the Slytherin breakfast table had turned sour. The house-elves had sent up fresh pitchers several times, but the milk kept on going bad. Ron had laughed loudly along with the whole Gryffindor table at the Slytherin’s inability to get a decent breakfast.


Professor McGonagall, however, hadn’t looked as amused as the rest of Gryffindor house. She had approached them with a dangerous look in her eyes.


“Miss Weasley,” she’d started, “I wonder if you know something about what’s happening over at the Slytherin table.”



Ginny had maintained McGonagall’s gaze without a blink.


“Well Professor,” she’d said, completely serious, “I think there’s nothing strange in the milk at the Slytherin table. It keeps going sour. My stomach tends to do the same when I go over there.”


Ron could have sworn that McGonagall had fought to retain a chuckle.


Yes. Ginny was a damn good prankster when she put her heart into it. And Ron was sure he would have to put up with a whole day of Ginny’s fury for that. Only that he wouldn’t be Ginny’s target.


Ginny appeared a moment later, and sat at the table with her usual energy.


“Morning everybody,” she said cheerfully. “What lovely morning! I’m dying to go to the fair and see the parade. It was so nice of your parents, Hermione, to invite us over for the weekend and convince Mum to let us visit. I’m so excited!”


Ron realised that Ginny was wearing one of Hermione’s Muggle dresses. He kept on chewing his third piece of toast while wondering if Harry would notice how lovely she looked. He probably would.


And then Ginny, who had helped herself with tea while she was talking, took a sip from her cup and … the tea splattered everywhere: all over the table and onto her friends. She coughed extra hard for show, and then schooled her features into a grimace.


“Ron!” Ginny roared when she recovered. “You’d better Floo home to say goodbye to Mum, because you are DEAD!”


“It’s Harry’s fault,” Ron said chewing his last bit of toast calmly and pointing at his mate.


“You liar!“ Harry protested, lifting his hands as if trying to demonstrate he was innocent.


Ginny sent Harry a disgruntled look and then turned back to Ron. She started to mumble a few more things about what she had done to be cursed with such idiotic brothers, but unexpectedly Hermione raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes on Ginny making motions with her head towards Harry. Ginny stopped her mutterings.


“I can’t believe it, Harry Potter!”


“I haven’t done anything!” Harry said, pointing to Ron and Hermione. “Hermione, tell her it was her ass of a brother.”


“Don’t bring me into this, Harry,” Hermione said sending him a meaningful smile. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”


“Hermione!”


Ron decided this was the best moment to make a quick escape.


“Hermione, you promised your grand mum to help her to set up her charity group’s booth, didn’t you?. We have to go.”


“You’re right, Ron. Come with me? We’ll see you before the parade.”


“But wait... What was all that about?” Harry said, really confused.


Ginny stood quickly. “You two are not going anywhere without us.”


“But you haven’t had your breakfast yet,” Ron said.


“Why are you so interested in being alone with Hermione?” Harry asked, sending both him and Hermione a brilliant smile. Ron gave him a murderous look.


“So, do you want to help us with the booth?” Hermione asked, trying to divert Harry’s attention.


“Oh, we’re going, all right,” Ginny said resolutely.


“Ready then?” Hermione asked


“Unless Ginny wants some tea before we leave,” Harry teased, smiling mischievously.


Ginny advanced in his direction until she was only inches away from him, her nose almost touching Harry’s jaw.


“You’re going to pay for this, Potter.”



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Hermione thought that helping set up the booth was a good idea. At least they could watch the parade from behind the table without having to stand in the middle of the crowded streets.


“Did you know that this feast has been a tradition since the sixteenth century?”


Hermione was trying to explain the deep and ancient meaning behind this village feast to them. She had attended since she was a child, and besides the carnival that came there every year, and the comic parade the inhabitants of the village prepared, she had always been fascinated by the meaning of the whole feast. But the noisy group of musicians that followed the parade was making any explanation difficult.


“It is said that…”


“There were extra-big balloons in the sixteenth century?” Ginny asked.


Ron and Harry couldn’t help a chuckle at Ginny’s interruption.


“It is said,” Hermione went on directing a glare at Ginny, “that Shakespeare and his company got lost in one of their journeys, and arrived here. The people welcomed them and put them up for the night in their own houses, so the company paid them with a performance of one of his plays. The people of the village had so much fun that the next year they dressed up like Shakespearean characters to remember that night. This is the origin of this feast.”


“So, do you think that bloke is trying to be Othello?” said Ginny, pointing discreetly at a man and trying to contain a laugh.


The man to whom Ginny was referring was a bold, tall black man who had six earrings in each ear and wore a sleeveless shirt with large quantity of thick golden necklaces that they almost covered his whole chest. Surely he had more metal on him that the poor knight that not long ago had passed in front of them walking as if the armour was too tight for him.


“Can you see McGonagall in that outfit?” mumbled Ron.


Harry and Ginny laughed loudly attracting the man’s attention, and Hermione pushed them hurriedly so that they blended in with the people who were following the parade.


“Where are we going?” asked Harry.


“To the carnival,” said Hermione. “We can have fun in there before go have lunch.”


“Couldn’t we go to have lunch first? I’m starving,” Ron moaned.


“You can’t be serious,” Hermione admonished, looking at Ron. “We’ve just had crisps, caramel apples and fried doughs?


Ron shrugged his shoulders. “I like this Muggle stuff.”


Hermione couldn’t believe it. Ron’s already legendary hunger was growing along with him. And Ron’s growth was clearly exaggerated.


“Hermione!”


A tall, handsome boy, wearing a doublet, bowed to Hermione with a great flourish, the large feather on his elaborate hat drawing several circles in the air.


“Jack!” Hermione responded, smiling at him, “It’s nice to see you!”


“Call me Romeo, my dear,” the boy responded.


Hermione laughed, ignoring the look Ron was directing at her, and looked at the boy’s attire.


“Where is your Juliet?” Hermione asked.


“I haven’t found her yet,” Jack replied. “Maybe you can help me by introducing me to you friend?” Jack smiled widely to Ginny.


“This is Ginny,” Hermione said, “and this is Ron and Harry. Jack is an old friend of mine”


Jack bowed again and smiled to Ginny’s and then shook Ron’s and Harry’s hands. Hermione couldn’t help a secretive smile looking the displeasure in Ron’s face. Harry didn’t look very happy either, with the tall and good-looking boy flirting so shamelessly with Ginny.


“Will I see you at the carnival?” asked Jack.


“We’ll be there,” Hermione replied.


“I’m looking forward to it, my fair ladies.”


Jack made another bow and kissed Ginny’s hand before following the parade.


When the boy had disappeared, Hermione turned to find Ginny looking at her.


“Merlin Hermione, that boy is hot! You shouldn’t keep those kinds of secrets from your friends, you know?” Ginny said.


“Call me Romeo,” Ron mocked. ”What a git.”


“So, would you like to be her Juliet, Ginny?” Hermione asked, amused.


“I don’t think that would be possible.” Harry’s voice was amused as well, but Hermione detected something in it, something akin to jealousy.


Hermione looked at Harry. He was looking at Ginny with an ironic smile.


“If I remember it right, Juliet didn’t care much for tea,” Harry said.


Ginny made a frustrated sound and mumbled something about why had she left her wand behind, but Hermione smiled. Maybe Ron was right. Harry seemed to enjoy teasing Ginny, mostly because Ginny was quite unable to get back at Harry in the Muggle world. Hermione wondered if Ron was right and there was something more going on between Harry and Ginny than she had thought.



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Ginny should have known that something was going on since she had set foot in the Grangers’ kitchen. One can’t live fifteen years as Fred and George’s sister without developing a sixth sense for pranks, but how was she supposed to guess that it was Harry who was going to pull a prank on her? That was not normal at all. Harry had been quiet all summer. So quiet that sometimes she even forgot he was there. But it was true that she had caught him staring at her with an unreadable expression more than once.


Ginny walked in silence behind Ron and Hermione, who were engaged in one of their never-ending rows. Ron was repeating stubbornly they should go to have lunch, and Hermione’s reply was that they could eat something in the carnival, so Ron accused her of wanting to go there only to find “that stupid git.”


“The wonderful Romeeeo,” Ron mocked.


“Well,” Hermione said, quite impatient, “if you’re getting jealous of Jack, I’ll get you a Romeo costume.”


“Me? Jealous of that idiot? You’re mad!”


“You would look as handsome as him,” Hermione teased.


“Not for a thousand galleons!” Ron almost yelled.


At this point, Ginny decided to join in.


“I think that a Romeo costume is quite appropriate, Ron. Just you being here is really a TRAGEDY. Can you please drop it? You’ll both end up like star-crossed lovers, dying because of a lack of communication. But what am I worried about? The thought of you dying, Ron, it’s … actually not such a bad one.”


Ginny heard a chuckle behind her, and stopped suddenly, causing Harry to run into her. She turned back and found a pair of green eyes looking at her with amusement.


“You’re one in a million, Ginny Weasley,” Harry said, still staring at her.


Ginny raised her eyebrows and gave him a purposeful fake smile.


“You’re not blushing,” Harry said trying to make her laugh.


“Why should I?” Ginny replied.


“You blushed when Romeo make such an arse of himself flirting with you.”


“Well, you’re not flirting with me, are you?” Now the blush Ginny had felt coming, appeared in all its splendour.


Ginny fought to keep on looking steadily at Harry and not let her shame win, even though she knew she looked like a tomato. But Harry sent her that same ironic smile that had been on his face since this morning.


“Now, that’s much better.” Harry said this in low voice and then laughed heartedly.


“What are you laughing at?”


“I’ve just remembered a nickname I used to call you.”


“You’ve never called me by a nickname,” Ginny replied.


“It was a secret nickname,” Harry whispered, smiling.


So, Harry Potter had a secret nickname for her? Now, Ginny felt as if the blush was going to remain glowing on her cheeks forever.


“Tell me what it is,” she said


“No.”


“Come on, Harry, you can’t tell me you have a nickname for me and not tell me what it is.”


“Oh yes, I can.”


“Ok Potter.” Ginny put her hands on her hips and approached him threatening, “You put salt in my tea, you’ve spent the day teasing me about it, counting the times I blush, and now you refuse to tell me the damned nickname. You’re asking for trouble, you know that?”


Harry directed her a brilliant smile, and Ginny thought she was going to faint.


“I’ll think about it if you come for a ride with me on this.”


Ginny turned around and stopped suddenly. They had reached the top of the street, and they were in front of a big field crossed by a river, where the carnival had set up. And Harry was pointing to a kind of iron loop which held small cars that ran at high speed while people sat in them.


“So, if I sit with you in that thing you’ll tell me my nickname?”


“I said I’d think about it.”


“That’s not fair, Potter,” Ginny protested. “I’ll ride with you but you have to tell me my nickname, and you have to stop teasing me.”


Harry laughed again.


“Come on Ginny, when we get to the carnival, the first thing I’m going to buy you is a cup of tea. They usually serve it with sugar, but I promise you’ll like it.”


“You…” Ginny hit him in her arm with her fist.


“Aw,” Harry complained jokingly, touching his arm,” now, you’re not being fair, Ginny. I told you it was Ron who put salt in your tea, but you don’t believe me. I’m not going to even consider telling you your nickname, unless you ride with me in that, and only after you’ve asked my forgiveness.”


Ginny looked for a moment at Harry, and finally realising the truth, she let out another frustrated moan, and started to run towards Ron.



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Harry looked at the carnival at the near end of the field and couldn’t help but remember how many times he had watched the carnival from a distance as a child, wishing someone would take him. Now, not only did he have the chance to go to one, but he could also share it with his two best friends and … Ginny.


Harry had to reckon that Hermione had had a good idea. He didn’t think it would have so much fun. He was in a completely new place in the Muggle world, and all his worries were so far away. Maybe that was the reason he was feeling so daring.


Harry looked at Ginny, who was chasing Ron through the field. The Weasleys might not have money, but they had riches of other kinds. They seemed to be an infinite source of happiness and fun. It was the same atmosphere they exuded which helped relax him and wash away his sorrows.


Harry didn’t quite understand what had got into him to make him so cheerful that day. But he had to reckon that it was because of Ginny. She always managed to make him forget his worries, and she looked so alluring today, dressed as she was like any Muggle girl.


Well, it had been this way for a while. Maybe it happened a few weeks ago, the same moment he realised she was no longer looking at him the way she used to. And he missed it. He missed her surreptitious glances and her blush. To be honest, she still blushed every now and then. And he loved it. But the blushes hadn’t been for him lately. Her cheeks had remained pale ever since the subject of that git Jack had been dropped. Quite annoying really.


Harry kept on watching the two Weasleys playing in the middle of the field. It was impossible to miss their brilliant red heads. Ginny was struggling to catch Ron, whose height and long legs gave him an advantage. But Ginny was faster. She jumped on her brother’s back, and they both swung round, laughing. Harry smiled, wishing he’s been the one whom Ginny had chased through the field.


Harry felt a light touch in his shoulder, and looked beside him. Hermione was there, smiling at him.


“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”


“She’s a Weasley.” Harry knew that if anyone could understand that sentence, it would be Hermione.


“Hey, I should be angry with you!” said Harry remembering that Hermione had accused him of being the prankster.


“And I wonder why you aren’t.”


Harry started to chase Hermione through the field, and even bearing in mind the fact he really cared for Hermione, he couldn’t help but wish it was Ginny whom he was hunting. When they arrived at the entrance to the carnival, Harry realised his quarry had changed. He was really hunting Ginny.


Ron and Ginny were waiting for them. Harry looked at her rosy cheeks and couldn’t help but think that her nickname was quite appropriate. Its meaning had been totally innocent a few years ago when he’d thought of it for the first time. It had been inspired by the blushing Ginny used to do around him. But now, it sounded almost sexy. It described her perfectly: her hair, her lips, her blush.


“Ready for a go?” he asked.


Ginny smiled at him and followed him to the ride. Brilliant neon letters spelled out “Fool’s Loop”, and Harry thought it wouldn’t be as foolish as the things Ginny provoked in him. The girls that were riding it screamed during the fast falls, but he didn’t think that Ginny would scream. Harry wondered if Ginny would agree to have a ride on his broom. He would make sure that she screamed, and grasped him tightly.


Well, he’d have to be satisfied with what he had at hand. He could feel a little tension in Ginny’s body when the car moved, and suddenly Ginny grabbed his arm.


“What’s that racket?” she said


Harry smiled. It wasn’t the sudden acceleration of the car that had frightened Ginny; it was the mechanical noise of the engine. He put his arm around her shoulders reassuringly, and enjoyed every time her body pressed against his due to the car’s sudden movements. He laughed when Ginny cried out with pure pleasure during the steepest descent. To Harry, it finished all too quickly.


Then they walked among the attractions, looking for Ron and Hermione.


“Look at this!” Ginny exclaimed pointing to a booth. “They’ve got the kind of Muggle weapons that Dad dislikes so much.”


“They’re fake shotguns,” Harry explained. “You have to get three shots right to win one of those.”


Ginny’s mouth opened as she saw the impossibly large teddy bears.


“Children must be afraid of them,” she commented.


“Let’s try it,” Harry said, as he passed some money across to the man in the booth.


His first two shots hit the target. He reloaded the shotgun for his last shot, noticing as he did so that he’d attracted the attention of several girls. Pleased to see Ginny was quite upset but that, he smiled at her.


“I’m going to get you one of the biggest.”


He took careful aim once more, and would have hit the target again if someone hadn’t pushed his shoulder. Harry sent Ginny a reproachful look.


“Serves you right,” Ginny chuckled, “for being so unbearably smug.”


“Two shots, young man,” said the shopkeeper. “Here’s your prize.”


The man handed Harry an ugly lamp that seemed to be made of wire. Harry looked for a moment at the awful prize and then handed it to Ginny.


“What’s this?” she asked curiously.


“It’s a reading lamp,” Harry answered amused. “It works with electricity.”


“And what am I supposed to do with it?”


“You can sleep with that next to your pillow.”


Harry watched the confusion on Ginny’s face, as if she was thinking it over. Finally, Ginny seemed to realize he was making fun of her, and Harry had to run.


They ran among the rides. Harry had no problem in escaping Ginny, and he made her chase him for a while. But he came to regret it, when, to his horror, he saw Ginny go careening directly into the arms of…Romeo.


“I’m a lucky man,” the boy said.


Ginny blushed again.


Harry tried to think of a few good reasons not to kill him. He found the task difficult.


“I’ve been looking for you,” the boy said cheerfully. “Would you like to go on this ride with me?”


Harry looked at the ride Jack was pointing to, and his heart jumped. It was the infamous Titanic. Harry had heard Dudley talking about taking girls on this ride, which was shaped like a ship. He wondered why Romeo-Jack wanted to go on that with Ginny. Hell! Harry was having fun, why did this idiot have to go and come after his girl? Weren’t there enough other girls at the damned carnival?


Harry decided that Romeo-Jack wasn’t going to ruin his day, even if he had to play dirty. He approached to Ginny, and took her hand.


“I’m sorry, but she’s with me.”


Jack glared at him, and Harry saw the scorn in his eyes.


“It will be only five minutes, mate.”


Only five minutes? The hell if Harry was going to let this git be alone with Ginny for even one minute. But Ginny was clearly upset with him for interfering, and was getting angrier by the minute. Harry took her firmly by the waist.


“I’ve been thinking about telling you your nickname. I’ll do it if you come on that ride with me,” Harry whispered in Ginny’s ear.


Harry felt his cheeks grow hot, but he was thankful Ginny didn’t seem to notice.


“That’s …” Ginny was now really furious. “That’s … blackmail …”


“Well, if you don’t want to know …” Harry said, starting to walk off.


“Wait!” Ginny seemed to have made up her mind. “I’ll go on that one with you, but then I’ll go on it with Jack.”


Harry had no chance but to accept, embarrassed as he was by the thought. He went to get the tickets, and then helped Ginny up into the ship.


They entered the inky interior. Harry followed Ginny, who was advancing cautiously into a dark, narrow passage. Suddenly, the floor started to move, and Ginny squealed, grasping hold of Harry’s t-shirt. Harry would have loved to help her but had enough trouble steadying himself. They reached the next room, and the floor changed into irregular steps that moved. The darkness did not help, but Harry managed to take Ginny’s hand and lead her through the room. In the next room they were bombarded with flashes of light that let them almost blinded.


“Damn it,” Ginny mumbled


By then, them both were quite disoriented. They arrived at a small lift with space for only one person. But Ginny resolutely squeezed herself in close to Harry showing she wasn’t about to remain alone in the first floor. The lift started to go up to the next floor. Only it went up in fits and starts.


“What the hell is happening?” Ginny said wrapping herself around Harry’s body.


Harry swore to himself that he wasn’t going to let Ginny get onto this ship with Jack even if he had to drag her bodily out of the carnival.


When they finally reached the second floor, they had to pass through a slippery corridor, a floor that moved in the opposite direction making it almost impossible to get past, and then a sudden rush of air that came from below lifted Ginny already short skirt.


“Fred and George are here somewhere,” Ginny said. “I’m sure of it.”


“They could very well have invented this,” Harry replied.


They had come to the end, and the only way out was a high slide that descended to ground level. Harry went the first, and then waited for Ginny to come down, and caught her as she landed.


Harry looked at the place where Jack had been waiting, with the hope he had left. But the git was there, along with Ron and Hermione.


“Is this any good?” Ron asked.


“Fred and George could have invented it.” Ginny replied, exasperated. “I’m sorry Jack, but I don’t want to go there again.”



Harry repressed a smile and shared a look with Ron, who had his arm possessively around Hermione’s shoulders.


“How about a drink?” Jack asked trying to hide his disappointment. “I’m dying for a cup of tea.”


“Good idea. I’m sure Ginny would love some,” Harry replied sending a mocking look at Ginny.


“Very funny, Potter,” Ginny answered almost biting her tongue.


Harry, Ron and Hermione burst into laugher. Jack looked quite out of place, and obviously felt this way too, because he put on a false smile, mumbled an excuse about having to go meet someone, and left them there. The poor boy must have thought they were all laughing at him, but Harry didn’t feel much sympathy for him.


“Wonderful,” Ginny complained. “I manage to get a boy interested in me, and you, Potter, run him off.”


“To be honest,” Hermione said, “I really would like a cup of tea. There’s a teashop nearby. What do you think?”


Harry started to follow Hermione and Ron, taking Ginny’s hand.


“You know, Potter,” Ginny started, “today you’ve managed to get on my nerves. The only reason why you’re still alive is because you haven’t told me my nickname yet.”


“Oh, it sort of slipped my mind.”


“Potter!”


Harry smiled and slowed his steps to separate them a bit of Ron and Hermione.


“Ok, Ok, I’ll tell you … Strawberry.”


Ginny stopped and looked at him.


“Strawberry?”


“Yes, Strawberry,” Harry said and feeling daring he added, “my Strawberry to be exact. And as I’ve said, it’s a secret nickname so you can’t tell anyone. You’re my Strawberry and no one else.”


Ginny looked at him, confused, and Harry fought the army of butterflies that had taken his stomach. Ginny was his. It had always been that way, and now he knew it. He took the confused girl by the waist and kissed her,


His brains emptied of anything else but her, and he felt as if he could live forever in that moment.


He looked at her then and smiled lightly, touching her cheek. She was so flushed that she looked like a real strawberry now. Or maybe like strawberry liquor, because she was intoxicating him.


Ginny looked still confused, but was recovering quickly.


“So the entire teasing thing was because you wanted to be my Romeo?” she asked mischievously.


Harry couldn’t help a laugh, but kept her in his arms.


“Would you Ginny? Would you date someone like me?”


“Of course I would,” she whispered.


They stared at each other for a moment, and then kissed again.


“Shall we go to join Ron and Hermione?” Ginny asked finally.


Their fingers enlaced, and they ran towards Ron and Hermione, who were already in the tea shop, and seated at a table.


“It has been a good day, hasn’t it?” Hermione commented opening the list of teas.


“Bloody brilliant,” Ron said


“Amazing,” replayed Ginny.


“The best of the summer.” Harry took Ginny’s hand under the table.


“Look at this,” Hermione said pointing the list. “They have the most incredible selection of teas. What are you going to have?”


“I’ll try the strawberry tea,” Harry said with a wide smile, “and you Ginny? How do you like your tea? Do you want it with salt?”


Ginny stared at Harry for a moment.


“I like tea the same way I like men. Sweet, strong, and hot.”


Harry felt a sudden blush covering his face, and Ginny smiled softly.


“But I’ll try the strawberry tea as well.”
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