Chapter 12:
Harry moaned in pleasure, even knowing that it was poisoned he had to admit that Mrs. Weasley did know how to cook.
"This is great Mrs Weasley," he said, again pretending not to notice their scheming smiles.
After lunch was over, everybody at the table seemed to go quiet as Ginny stood up. "Harry, don't you think you should come upstairs with me?" she asked, smirking.
Harry turned to her and said in a dazed voice, "Ginny?"
Thinking the potion had worked the Weasleys and Hermione barely contained their triumph. Ginny's smirk of victory was particularly vicious.
Deciding he couldn't be bothered to drag out the act, Harry continued, "Why would I want to do that, Ginny? I need to get going soon."
Harry barely contained his laughter when Ginny's face fell, going red then white in her anger.
"What?!" she demanded.
"I said I need to get going; I have business at Gringotts," Harry said, deciding to do as Hermione suggested and take a look in his vaults.
"But-but—" Ron spluttered, turning to Hermione in his confusion. Hermione looked like an angry cat; her hair was practically standing on end and her anger almost palpable.
Standing, Harry barely concealed his glee. Turning to Mrs. Weasley, who was doing a better job at hiding her frustration, Harry smiled.