I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry. Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast. Does he not realize he could have died? Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit. I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing. Wouldn't want to tempt him."Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest." I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty. Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?"Fucking, no good, worthless—"The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside. What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"
I'd rather be kissing you right now, I think and shake my head to clear it as George thwaps Ron on the back of the head for mentioning their Mum having sex. I have to admit, I'm not keen on the thought myself.Fred takes the vial and quickly adds my hairs to it and grins cheekily when George gave him the one-finger salute and unpopped the cork in his vial to add Ron's hairs."Oh this is not going to be good," Ron groans."Ready George?""Hang on!" I jump up and stop them. "You're going to need clothes!"George looks down and asks, "what's wrong…""With these?" Fred adds."They're two sizes too big, that's what!" Ron says to Fred, then turns to George. "You're going to need longer trousers."