At exactly 8:32 in the morning on September 1st, 16 year-old Ginny Weasley awoke from her peaceful sleep. It was at 8:49 however, that she finally pushed herself up from the comfy mattress, and stretched her arms up over her head. What she thought was a harmless stretch to get the crick out of her neck, turned out to be a complete disaster.
Not only did she not get the crick out, she had swung her arm right into her beside table, and knocked her lamp from Egypt on to the floor.
But it wasn't the floor that it chose land on. Oh, no! It was her pinky toe. The one on her left foot to be exact. The one with that cute little freckle. Yes, thats the one.
And from that point on, Ginny knew her day was doomed. Possibly her entire week.
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"Ron! Ron! Hang on a minute! WAIT!!!!" Ginny yelled helplessly to her brother, who was at least 6 yards ahead of her, weaving in and out of people. Ginny and Ron were now the last two Weasley children attending Hogwarts, and after this term, Ginny would be the last. She usually loved the train ride back to school, but today was... different. Their parents had said goodbye to them at their house, and left Ron to escort Ginny to the station. And what an adventure that had been. They had to travel the Muggle way, by underground train, and from what Ginny learned, Ron could not read a map to save his life.
They were heading towards the large brick wall through which lay Platform 9 and 3/4. She chanced a glance at her small wrist watch while she approached a large area clear of people. It was 10:57. 3 minutes and counting.
"Hurry up, Gin, we're nearly there!" Ron yelled to her, not looking back. He skidded to a stop in front of the wall, and stood on his tippy toes, scanning the crowd for his younger sister. And she came, limping as fast as her crippled pinky toe would let her, dragging her trolly behind.
"Run a bit faster next time! Just a bit!" She huffed sarcastically, hurriedly pushing her tousled red hair out of her face.
"Sorry, but we were gonna miss it." He said, "Come on!"
And with that, he grabbed his trolly, and they dashed together straight through the brick wall, on to Platform 9 and 3/4.
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Safely on the train, (Ginny had practically broken her already stubbed toe pulling her trunk on to the train before it started moving) Ron said goodbye to Ginny and headed to the Prefect's carriage. To everyone's surprise, Ron had become Head Boy. The day the letters came by owl post, and Ron told Mrs. Weasley of what he had been appointed, she nearly had a heart attack. Charlie had been visiting, and he almost had to send for emergency St. Mungo's healers. They calmed her down eventually, and she proceeded to sob all over Ron for another 3 hours.
And of course, on that very same day, another owl arrived with news from Hermione Granger. She was Head Girl. It was no more than anyone expected, after her 7 years of perfect grades and not one detention. This, of course, made Ron very, very happy.
So now, it was just Ginny. Ginny alone, and Ginny all by her lonesome self. Unless of course.. a certain someone came to find her. She smiled to herself as she slid the door of an empty compartment open and guided her huge trunk through the door, and threw herself down on to the seat.
In the past year, Ginny had become particularly close to Harry. They talked to each other more often, each one of their conversations better than the last. He would often tell her things he didn't feel comfortable telling Ron and Hermione, only because he knew them so well and knew how they would react. Ginny knew none of this however. She also didn't know that Harry was now beginning to see her as maybe more than a friend.. She was the one who was always there, always ready to listen. Just seeing her face could make whatever worry he'd been feeling lessen.
And this was the reason that he was now weaving in and out of the corridors searching for her.
And he finally found her. She was sitting indian style in the seat closest to the window, staring glossy-eyed out of it. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy pony tail, and she was biting her nails.
He knocked on the door, and smiled at her. She snapped out of her trance and beamed back at him. Yes! Yes, yes!!! I knew he'd come look for me.. how predictable.. wait.. is that a good thing, or a bad thing? He slid open the compartment door with ease and slipped inside.
"Hey, Ginny... Er.. where's Ron and Hermione?" he asked timidly, as he sat down across from her.
See? He only came looking for Ron.. and you thought he wanted to sit with you.. silly girl.
"They're up front in the Prefect's carriage.. Head Boy and Girl, you know." she answered, frowning slightly.
He laughed and took a sarcastic tone. "Oh, right.. I'd completely forgotten after.. how many was it? 6 letters all talking about Hermione this and Head Boy that.. He wouldn't shut up about it."
"Try living with him.. and if you think he was bad, you should've seen Mum.. she about died. Charlie almost sent for Mungo's." She smiled. Maybe he did want to talk to her after all.. And she was quite sure of this after at least 45 minutes of sitting with her. It was possibly the most fun she had had all summer.. and it wasn't even summer anymore. That counted for something, right?
"Well, I think I'm going to go find Ron and Hermione.. I haven't seen them all summer, you know." Harry said, standing up and looking at her. She's grown... she looks older.. and... prettier...
"Okay. I'll stay here, I don't know how many more times I can watch Ron polish his badge. See you at dinner... unless you decide to come back." Nice, she thought. An invitation, yet not too obvious.
"Yeah," he answered, "You know what, Ginny.. I don't know what I'm going to do at the end of this term.. Graduation, and all... It's going to be hard."
I don't want him to leave either.. what am I supposed to say to that??
"Well.." she started, cheeks going rather red, "Don't think about that... Enjoy it while it lasts... and you know.. this is the year to kind of finish everything off.. or maybe do something crazy you've always wanted to do, but didn't want to get in trouble for.. They can't really do anything to 7th years, can they?"
"I s'pose you're right... Well, see you later." He smiled slightly, and then turned to leave. He couldn't believe all the talk about how 7th year is the best because you get to leave school.. the truth was, now that he thought about it, Harry didn't want to leave Hogwarts. It was his home.. and.. and.. Ginny would still be here next term... And the more he thought about this, the more he realized, being in 7th year certainly wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
(A/N: Woo! I'm back... This is my first attempt at Harry/Ginny, so give me feedback.. OOC? I feel like they are, but I really wanted to get this story up. I'm putting 'Nine Months' on hold for a while.. I have no idea where that's going.. this one.. well, It's Harry's 7th year, and it's going to be pretty much about him taking Ginny's advice and finishing off what he wants to do at school, and kind of leaving his mark. 'Finishing off' meaning "telling certain people how you feel about them before it's too late, and figuring out what you want with your life".. So, yeah. :D I think I have a plan for this one. Tell me what you think!)