"Ginny..."
"Harry..."
"So..."
"What's up?"
"Intelligent question you've got there."
"No more dumb than your one syllable wonders, Mr I-Just-Saved-The-World-By-Dying-And-Chucking-A-Jesus."
"Interesting nickname- you should use it more often, Miss Touchy. But perhaps it would be better if it were abbreviated to Mr IJSTWBDACAJ. Easier to say when in a rush, which you always seem to be in these days. Then again, if you're really rushed perhaps just 'Harry' would do well."
"How in the name of Merlin's most polkadotted underwear did you remember all those letters? And I am not in a rush- at least not all the time!"
"Hey, you said it before- I just saved the world. There's got to be some skill in there to credit to my name. And you are too."
"You are so... ergh!"
"Ergh? Care to elaborate?"
"You sure you want me to do that for you?"
"If I wasn't sure then why would I be asking the damn question?"
"Temper, temper. What is it we're talking about, anyway?"
"You called me ergh!"
"I know that- what about before that?"
"I have no idea."
"But we were talking about something."
"Obviously."
"What was it?"
"I already said that I have no idea."
"There has to be a subject?"
"Not all conversa-... Can't you just just let it drop, Gin?"
"You were being insufferable, arrogant and cocky, and have been so ever since this damn war was all tidied up."
"Wha?"
"You asked me to elaborate; who am I to refuse to do the great Harry Potter's bidding, or judge as to what his most sacred ears wish to hear?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Harry?"
"..."
"Harry, you're standing right in front of me, and I'm not blind. Or at least I hope not, or I'm seeing..."
"You don't really think I'm like that, do you."
"Well... only some of the time. It's really only a minor majority of the periods in the space-time continuum during which I occupy the place within 20 metres of your personal bubble."
"..."
"Jeesh, for the greatest hero of the wizarding world, I sometimes forget how short-sighted your education's been."
"My education has not--"
"Oh yes it has, and you know it- the only general, broad knowledge you received was until you were ten years old- and that was eight years ago. The rest has been just spells."
"You went to exactly the same school as me."
"You didn't even complete seventh year!"
"Oh, sorry, I was off saving the world as we know it. Sorry that I had to come back a year later to graduate; and with you."
"Will you just stop that?!"
"Stop what?"
"Mentioning how... how damned 'great' you are... how you saved the world! You used to be fun! You used to not care about power and greatness. You used to--"
RIINNNNGGG
"--have the ability to--"
"Um... Gin?"
"Harry."
"I hate to stop your meaningful, humbling rant and all that, but we're going to be late for class."
"Oh."
"What do we have next, anyway?"
"That new class... with that new teacher... what was her name again?"
"His name is Professor Hearn; the class is Basic Healing."
"Oh. Say, Gin, could you remind me again why I chose to take this... this... Basic Healing."
"I wouldn't know. You just wrote down the same classes as me. At the moment I think our dear Ronald is taking Herbology and his dear Hermione is in some Extension Potions class. Who knows, this could be enlightening."
"..."
"Look, whether this is interesting or not, we really have to go. You don't want to make a bad impression do you?"
"Why did I choose the same subjects as her?" Harry mumbled to himself as he followed the redhead down the corridor. His gaze was drawn to her beautiful long hair, before being drawn further lower. He grinned wickedly.
"Oh. That's why."
After Class
"Well that was enlightening, but not in the way I expected it to be."
"It certainly was interesting. Whatever do you mean?"
"You can't tell me you didn't notice."
"Notice what?"
"Notice him."
"You mean Professor Hearn? Well, he is rather good-looking, isn't he? And rather young, to be a qualified teacher. But I didn't know you swung that way."
"Ergh, gross. Not that. The way he looked at you. That was most definitely not how a 'qualified teacher' looks at his student."
"He never..."
"No... You really didn't notice? The whole class realised."
"Harry!"
"..."
"Harry, you're just being paranoid, I'm sure."
"Annoyed? Yes. Paranoid? No. Just because the school was so short of teachers after half of them died does not mean they have the authority to employ such a scumbag."
"Harry, he isn't a scumbag! He was teaching us!"
"Giving us a few tips on how to blatantly flirt, was he now? 'Oh, but Miss Weasley, you're holding your wand all wrong- allow me to fix it for you'! He was all over you!"
"It was a lesson, Harry. You're supposed to teach people. Even if it means modifying a student's wand grip."
"That's not the only thing he was doing. He--"
"..."
"..."
"He what, Harry? What did he do to get you so worked up?"
"He—nothing, really."
"My point precisely! I'm supposed to say here that if I didn't know better, you're jealous, but I do know better- and you are jealous!"
Their conversation so absorbed them that neither paid any heed to the direction of their movement, and before they knew it, Ginny had lead them through a doorway and into a very small room- if it could even be called a room. The door slammed behind them, and Ginny was thrown against a wall. Trying the handle, Harry found that they were locked in.
"Where... where are we?"
"I have no bloody idea."
"Try the door."
"Already have."
"Any windows?"
"Does it look like there are any windows- I see exactly what you see!"
"All I can see is a stone wall- you're not exactly holding off the pressure there."
"Oh. Sorry."
"..."
"..."
"Much better. Now, you're sure there's no way of escape?"
"Positive, Gin."
"What if we try yelling for help?"
"Silencing spells, Gin."
"Cursing the door open?"
"No way- I am not going to blow us up just so that someone can freely enter to see our corpses."
"You're really that bad at explosion spells?"
"No... I just can only perform them for their purpose, which happens to be exploding things."
"So how are we going to get out?"
"Maybe we're not meant to get out."
"You mean we're going to be stuck in here until we die of starvation? That door won't let food-summoning spells go through it!"
"Relax, Gin. Besides, even if we were going to die of starvation I'd be sure to let you eat me."
"Such honour; such gallant chivalry. I swoon with thankfulness."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. So, we're supposed to wait in here until someone stumbles upon us?"
"No, we wait here until Hermione performs her wonderful Head Duties tonight and checks every nook and cranny in the castle."
"Oh. Ok."
"..."
"What do we do for the next... twelve hours?"
"Dunno. You think of something."
Ginny smiled. "I think I may have a few ideas"
A/N: Hey, peops. Next chapter very soon. Thought I'd try my hand at a majority dialogue fic. Sorry, it'll have a few DH spoilers, but I chose not to put that in the summary as I figure that most sane people reading HP fanfiction at the moment will have finished said book; better not to read this if you haven't. Review!!!! I love you all!!!!
