January 2010 Challenge: Caught!
Title: Caught!
Words: 748
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Harry and Ginny, with mentions of Molly, Hermione, Luna, and various other Weasleys
Summary: The day before their wedding, they got caught trying to elope.
Author's Notes: I was bored one day and started looking through all of the requests at the hp_canon_fest . Someone had put the first line of this story down for one of their prompts. Then, the very next day, fbo66 posted the prompt for the January challenge here at hpgw_drabbles and when I saw the first one, I knew exactly what I had to write. This hasn't been beta-read, so if you see any mistakes, please point them out to me!
The day before their wedding, they got caught trying to elope.
It started out as a joke, just ten days into their engagement, and Harry was the first to bring it up. He was sitting at the kitchen table in the Burrow, surrounded by Weasleys, all of whom seemed to have very specific ideas for his wedding to Ginny. He thought, ignorant man that he was, that they could have a simple, quiet ceremony. All they really needed to get married was an officiant, Ginny, and himself…or so Harry believed. Unfortunately, nobody else (especially his future mother-in-law) seemed to agree. He leaned closer to Ginny so she'd be the only one able to hear him, and asked, "Can't we just elope?" The desperation was clear in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
"What do you want to do, Harry?" she whispered back, clearly exasperated, "Just hop on your broom and fly off into the sunset together?"
"Why not?" he asked. "I'd be willing, if it would save us from all this." He waved his hand a little, indicating the insanity surrounding them.
She kissed his cheek and patted his hand patronizingly, but he still stubbornly clung to that little bit of hope: if it got to be too much, they could always just elope.
Ginny first mentioned it the day she and her attendants were picking out their robes. Hermione wanted blue, but Luna was insisting on yellow, the one colour Hermione absolutely refused to wear. Ginny was so frustrated with the two of them that she went out, got her broom, swooped down to where Harry was standing with her brothers, and asked him if he was ready to get married, right then and there. He might've taken her up on it, too, if he hadn't been surrounded (and outnumbered) by her much-larger-than-him brothers.
Later, whenever the arrangements-or Molly Weasley, who had taken charge of the arrangements as soon as the two of them had announced their intention to wed-got too overwhelming, one or the other of them would say it: "I've got my broom. Meet you at your window in ten minutes."
Neither of them had been brave enough to really try it, tempting though it was, at least not until the day before the wedding was scheduled to occur, when both Harry and Ginny decided they'd had enough. Enough of the press, enough of the waiting, enough of Ginny's mother adding "just one more guest to the list."
"I've got my broom. Meet you at your window in ten minutes."
And it would've worked, too, if Molly hadn't come into the room just as Ginny was settling herself (and her rucksack) on the broom in front of Harry.
"Where are you two going?" Molly asked sharply. "Your wedding is tomorrow and the garden is only half-way done. And Ginny, dear, you need your rest so you'll look your best for the big day tomorrow. Obviously, Harry, you'll need to leave soon, too…"
Ginny sagged back against Harry as his arm tightened around her waist. "Bugger," she whispered. "I thought we'd escaped."
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "No such luck," he said, reluctantly bringing the broom closer to the window so Ginny could get off and face the music. He held the broom steady as she climbed through the window and handed her the rucksack once she was inside. She leaned out the window, and he leaned in to kiss her, almost falling off the broom in the process. "Only one more day," he said quietly. "We can make it until tomorrow."
"That's easy for you to say," Ginny said, glancing back at her mother, who was still standing in the doorway to Ginny's room; her arms were crossed over her chest, her foot was tapping, and she looked quite formidable. "I get to deal with her and you get to escape."
Harry looked guiltily at Molly. "I can come in if you want-" he suggested. He didn't really want to, but he would, if it would make Ginny happy.
"No, I'll do it," she said. "I know what'll throw her off her game." She leaned out and kissed him hard on the mouth before giving him a little shove. The broom floated away from the house and she pulled her head back into her room. "See you tomorrow, love," she said before pulling the window closed and turning to face her mother.
Words: 748
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Harry and Ginny, with mentions of Molly, Hermione, Luna, and various other Weasleys
Summary: The day before their wedding, they got caught trying to elope.
Author's Notes: I was bored one day and started looking through all of the requests at the hp_canon_fest . Someone had put the first line of this story down for one of their prompts. Then, the very next day, fbo66 posted the prompt for the January challenge here at hpgw_drabbles and when I saw the first one, I knew exactly what I had to write. This hasn't been beta-read, so if you see any mistakes, please point them out to me!
The day before their wedding, they got caught trying to elope.
It started out as a joke, just ten days into their engagement, and Harry was the first to bring it up. He was sitting at the kitchen table in the Burrow, surrounded by Weasleys, all of whom seemed to have very specific ideas for his wedding to Ginny. He thought, ignorant man that he was, that they could have a simple, quiet ceremony. All they really needed to get married was an officiant, Ginny, and himself…or so Harry believed. Unfortunately, nobody else (especially his future mother-in-law) seemed to agree. He leaned closer to Ginny so she'd be the only one able to hear him, and asked, "Can't we just elope?" The desperation was clear in his voice, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
"What do you want to do, Harry?" she whispered back, clearly exasperated, "Just hop on your broom and fly off into the sunset together?"
"Why not?" he asked. "I'd be willing, if it would save us from all this." He waved his hand a little, indicating the insanity surrounding them.
She kissed his cheek and patted his hand patronizingly, but he still stubbornly clung to that little bit of hope: if it got to be too much, they could always just elope.
Ginny first mentioned it the day she and her attendants were picking out their robes. Hermione wanted blue, but Luna was insisting on yellow, the one colour Hermione absolutely refused to wear. Ginny was so frustrated with the two of them that she went out, got her broom, swooped down to where Harry was standing with her brothers, and asked him if he was ready to get married, right then and there. He might've taken her up on it, too, if he hadn't been surrounded (and outnumbered) by her much-larger-than-him brothers.
Later, whenever the arrangements-or Molly Weasley, who had taken charge of the arrangements as soon as the two of them had announced their intention to wed-got too overwhelming, one or the other of them would say it: "I've got my broom. Meet you at your window in ten minutes."
Neither of them had been brave enough to really try it, tempting though it was, at least not until the day before the wedding was scheduled to occur, when both Harry and Ginny decided they'd had enough. Enough of the press, enough of the waiting, enough of Ginny's mother adding "just one more guest to the list."
"I've got my broom. Meet you at your window in ten minutes."
And it would've worked, too, if Molly hadn't come into the room just as Ginny was settling herself (and her rucksack) on the broom in front of Harry.
"Where are you two going?" Molly asked sharply. "Your wedding is tomorrow and the garden is only half-way done. And Ginny, dear, you need your rest so you'll look your best for the big day tomorrow. Obviously, Harry, you'll need to leave soon, too…"
Ginny sagged back against Harry as his arm tightened around her waist. "Bugger," she whispered. "I thought we'd escaped."
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "No such luck," he said, reluctantly bringing the broom closer to the window so Ginny could get off and face the music. He held the broom steady as she climbed through the window and handed her the rucksack once she was inside. She leaned out the window, and he leaned in to kiss her, almost falling off the broom in the process. "Only one more day," he said quietly. "We can make it until tomorrow."
"That's easy for you to say," Ginny said, glancing back at her mother, who was still standing in the doorway to Ginny's room; her arms were crossed over her chest, her foot was tapping, and she looked quite formidable. "I get to deal with her and you get to escape."
Harry looked guiltily at Molly. "I can come in if you want-" he suggested. He didn't really want to, but he would, if it would make Ginny happy.
"No, I'll do it," she said. "I know what'll throw her off her game." She leaned out and kissed him hard on the mouth before giving him a little shove. The broom floated away from the house and she pulled her head back into her room. "See you tomorrow, love," she said before pulling the window closed and turning to face her mother.