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Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
did
not
linger
at
the
table
,
as
the
arrival
of
Madame
Delacour
,
Fleur
,
and
Gabrielle
made
the
kitchen
uncomfortably
crowded
.
"
I
'll
pack
these
for
you
,
"
Hermione
said
brightly
,
taking
Harry
's
presents
out
of
his
arms
as
the
three
of
them
headed
back
upstairs
.
"
I
'm
nearly
done
,
I
'm
just
waiting
for
the
rest
of
your
underpants
to
come
out
of
the
wash
,
Ron
--
"
Ron
's
splutter
was
interrupted
by
the
opening
of
a
door
on
the
first-floor
landing
.
"
Harry
,
will
you
come
in
here
a
moment
?
"
It
was
Ginny
.
Ron
came
to
an
abrupt
halt
,
but
Hermione
took
him
by
the
elbow
and
tugged
him
on
up
the
stairs
.
Feeling
nervous
,
Harry
followed
Ginny
into
her
room
.
He
had
never
been
inside
it
before
.
It
was
small
,
but
bright
.
There
was
a
large
poster
of
the
Wizarding
band
the
Weird
Sisters
on
one
wall
,
and
a
picture
of
Gwenog
Jones
,
Captain
of
the
all-witch
Quidditch
team
the
Holyhead
Harpies
,
on
the
other
.
A
desk
stood
facing
the
open
window
,
which
looked
out
over
the
orchard
where
he
and
Ginny
had
once
played
two-a-side
Quidditch
with
Ron
and
Hermione
,
and
which
now
housed
a
large
,
pearly
white
marquee
.
The
golden
flag
on
top
was
level
with
Ginny
's
window
.
Ginny
looked
up
into
Harry
's
face
,
took
a
deep
breath
,
and
said
,
"
Happy
seventeenth
.
"
"
Yeah
...
thanks
.
"
She
was
looking
at
him
steadily
;
he
,
however
,
found
it
difficult
to
look
back
at
her
;
it
was
like
gazing
into
a
brilliant
light
.
