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*~*Chapter 2*~* White Barn Truth or Dare and my stupid Conscience
And she's standing right in front of me…shit.
Uh-oh, okay, just turn around and pretend you don't know her…yeah, that's it, you don't know her…
"Harry?! Is that you?"
Okay, so I can't escape her. I should have known. I mean, come on, I couldn't get away from her before, why should now be any different? Okay, so why do I want to turn away from her, yet I pine for her every waking moment? Okay, so maybe every waking moment is a bit much, but it's at least every other waking moment.
I turn back around, time to face my past, imagine…me, the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, afraid, of a girl…of my best friend of what…going on 13 years. Hmm…13, my lucky number.
"Hello `Mione."
"Oh Harry, it is you!" she cries as she lunges. Next thing I know I'm being squeezed, right around the middle, hard, but not too hard mind you, my `Mione would never hurt me. Okay, I take that back, she's got a grip like a vice and she apparently missed me terribly, or at least that's what she keeps mumbling into my shirt as she squeezes.
Oh shit, oh hell! She's crying!!! What do I do? Quit acting like a ninny first off you dolt and hug her back and then she'll let go and stop her blubbering. Duh. God I hate my conscience. Is everyone's so, so…rude? No dumb ass, you just need a tough conscience than most!
Okay, so I listen to that bloody voice again. I mean, it has kept me out of a lot of trouble. Alright, alright, not kept me out of the trouble…just, helped me out of the trouble that I got my self in to.
Saved your ass, you great bloody prat!
URGH!!! I hate my conscience. I think I'll go cry now. Crying, wait, I feel tears, where are they coming from? Oh, that's right I'm holding `Mione. Wait, I'm holding `Mione! My `Mione! Oh there is a God!
"How have you been `Mione?" I asked her as she pulled away.
"Oh wonderful! I've been ever so busy, with my job at the Ministry and what not. But enough about me, how have you been?" She looks up and gives me a watery smile while gently wiping her eyes, so as to not disturb her cosmetics application products.
Make-up you toerag!
Oh, how I hate that voice! Too bad it makes perfect sense.
Most of the time…
Somewhere off in the distance I here a voice calling my `Mione. Wait, I know that voice…
Ginny?!
"Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"Harry? Oh my God! How are you?"
*gasp* another bone crushing embrace. I think when I awake in the morning I shall have a total of 4 broken and 3 sprained ribs.
Quit over-reacting, Drama Queen!
Hey, I am NOT a Drama Queen! I happen to be of the male gender, thank you very much.
Could've fooled me.
Git…
Oooo, nice come back.
"I'm fine Gin. How are you?"
"Simply marvelous Darling, how else would I be? I mean, it's me!" Ginny returned.
"Quite right deary." Ginny and I always had this little thing where the two of us would playfully refer to each other with endearments. I don't know why, but that's just how it always was, well, was after she got over her silly crush on me.
"Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Actually neither of you did. What are you doing here?"
"We should be asking you the same," `Mione said back.
"True, I should tell you why I'm here. But as I'm a perfect gentleman, Ladies first."
"Oh, you horrid man, if you must know, I'm here because I'm dating Dan. And I made Hermione tag along because I was sick of her sitting home all alone, every weekend. It's sickening if you ask me. 24 and sitting home like an old maid. Well, I'm quite determined to make sure she has fun tonight. And since you're here, you're going to help." Ginny finished with a wide grin. Something was turning in that little brain of hers. I could tell. And I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to know.
"Wonderful. Now I have a reason to actually stay, other than to watch the guys get smashed, again."
"Wait, you know the guys?"
"Of course. They're mates of mine from University. I'm a year older though. Thank God." I finished with a slight chuckle. I looked from Ginny to `Mione. God, she's beautiful…
"Hey, anyone up for White Barn Truth or Dare?"
Shit, Alex has had too much to drink, and now we're stuck playing the most erotic game on earth, with a partner. Shit…Ginny left `Mione with me, that means…*gulp* things are going to change. Or we have to pay the…
Consequences…
I'm dead meat!
No shit Sherlock.
Damn that voice to hell!
(A/N: I'll try and put another chapter up tomorrow. I just got my Driver's Permit, after wait over a year. And now I'm going to go driving! But I'll be back! Do not fear!)