AN- OOC-ness is intentional. Please no flames for that, those that are
received will be used to roast marshmallows over, which will then e stuffed
in a York Peppermint patty, to my culinary delight. Other tibits of advice
and encouragement, and if you're generous, praise, are greatly appreciated
by this poor little potter fan.. which brings me to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that wonderful treat is given to Ms. Rowling, whom I absolutely adore and cherish and would NEVER steal from.*creeps up behind her attempting to steal Harry, but is foiled by the fact that there are alarms everywhere* However, the plot is my own, as corny as it is. I'm a fluff at heart, and put myself into the fluffy situation. Haha. Enjoy if you will, and feed my marshmallow and york fetish if you don't.
Ginny walked down the stairs, expecting it to be empty. It was pretty early after all. But there he was sitting in a corner, doing his homework. It looked like he'd been out all night, doing lord knows what, but there he was. She paused on the stairs before stepping into the room, searching for the courage to go talk to him. Making up her mind she stepped into the room.
He didn't even look up.
She walked across the room to him, still no reaction. She kept going until she was directly behind him, with still no reaction.
"Good Morning"
Ok. That got his attention. His head snapped up, and Ginny could see he had bag under his eyes. But his eyes were beautiful, so intense, calculating. If only he would smile more, he'd hardly smiled since Cedric died.
He relaxed when he saw it was just her, and gave her a small smile. "Good morning, if you could call it that." He smirked. He must be really tired.
"Are you ok?" Okay, that was a dumb question to ask. He's never 'ok', he's Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, and who also had He-who-must-not-be-named chasing after him, trying to kill him and anyone he was close to. That defiantly doesn't fall under the category of 'ok'. "Besides the obvious." Oh that was SO much better. Why was she constantly putting her foot in her mouth around him?
"Besides the obvious? What obvious? The fact I haven't slept much, or my wonderful little 'stalker' if you could call him that." His voice dripped with sarcasm on the last bit as his face contorted into a grimace. "Besides those, yeah, I'm ok."
"Ok, so it was a stupid question.What're you doing?" Ginny racked her brain, searching for something to talk to him about, just so she could hear him talk.
"Potions homework. I just finished Transfiguration and Defense. Got back too late from practice." He yawned, almost as if to emphasize his point, and then grinned. "Ironic isn't it? I can survive all these attacks from Voldemort, but the work load here is killing me."
"Now that you mention it, it is rather ironic. I take it Ron's not up?"
"I wouldn't know, haven't been up there since.about 3. He wasn't up then. Sleeping like a baby, making funny noises too." Harry grinned. He liked giving Ginny bit of blackmail. It always served for interesting arguments between her and Ron. He longer was certain who he liked more, his best friend, or his best friend's little sister.
"Any thing I can help you with on that?" Ginny asked, motioning towards the homework. She knew the answer was probably no. Oh how she HATED being younger.
"Not really. I'm just about done." He picked up his quill and wrote a few more lines, then put everything in his bag. "Don't tell Hermione, but I'm not sure what that was I just wrote."
Ginny laughed. Hermione was becoming even more obsessive about grades, OWLS were coming up for the famous trio a lot quicker than she had hoped, and she was going frantic with her study sessions and charts. Harry's frequent absences due to Quidditch did little to prevent them, only aggravated her and sent her into a 'if you don't study you'll fail' speech that could incite most of the house to work. But it was rather funny in a way.
Harry looked down at his watch, and then frowned as he remembered it still didn't work, and wasn't likely to start up again. "What times is it?" "An hour before breakfast." She grinned, an idea! "Want to play a bit of wizards chess? You actually have a chance of winning with me.."
"Sure, it's not like I'm going to sleep for just an hour anyways."
The pair settled down for the game, talking and laughing companionably, hardly noticing as their housemates slowly trickled down the stairs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that wonderful treat is given to Ms. Rowling, whom I absolutely adore and cherish and would NEVER steal from.*creeps up behind her attempting to steal Harry, but is foiled by the fact that there are alarms everywhere* However, the plot is my own, as corny as it is. I'm a fluff at heart, and put myself into the fluffy situation. Haha. Enjoy if you will, and feed my marshmallow and york fetish if you don't.
Ginny walked down the stairs, expecting it to be empty. It was pretty early after all. But there he was sitting in a corner, doing his homework. It looked like he'd been out all night, doing lord knows what, but there he was. She paused on the stairs before stepping into the room, searching for the courage to go talk to him. Making up her mind she stepped into the room.
He didn't even look up.
She walked across the room to him, still no reaction. She kept going until she was directly behind him, with still no reaction.
"Good Morning"
Ok. That got his attention. His head snapped up, and Ginny could see he had bag under his eyes. But his eyes were beautiful, so intense, calculating. If only he would smile more, he'd hardly smiled since Cedric died.
He relaxed when he saw it was just her, and gave her a small smile. "Good morning, if you could call it that." He smirked. He must be really tired.
"Are you ok?" Okay, that was a dumb question to ask. He's never 'ok', he's Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, and who also had He-who-must-not-be-named chasing after him, trying to kill him and anyone he was close to. That defiantly doesn't fall under the category of 'ok'. "Besides the obvious." Oh that was SO much better. Why was she constantly putting her foot in her mouth around him?
"Besides the obvious? What obvious? The fact I haven't slept much, or my wonderful little 'stalker' if you could call him that." His voice dripped with sarcasm on the last bit as his face contorted into a grimace. "Besides those, yeah, I'm ok."
"Ok, so it was a stupid question.What're you doing?" Ginny racked her brain, searching for something to talk to him about, just so she could hear him talk.
"Potions homework. I just finished Transfiguration and Defense. Got back too late from practice." He yawned, almost as if to emphasize his point, and then grinned. "Ironic isn't it? I can survive all these attacks from Voldemort, but the work load here is killing me."
"Now that you mention it, it is rather ironic. I take it Ron's not up?"
"I wouldn't know, haven't been up there since.about 3. He wasn't up then. Sleeping like a baby, making funny noises too." Harry grinned. He liked giving Ginny bit of blackmail. It always served for interesting arguments between her and Ron. He longer was certain who he liked more, his best friend, or his best friend's little sister.
"Any thing I can help you with on that?" Ginny asked, motioning towards the homework. She knew the answer was probably no. Oh how she HATED being younger.
"Not really. I'm just about done." He picked up his quill and wrote a few more lines, then put everything in his bag. "Don't tell Hermione, but I'm not sure what that was I just wrote."
Ginny laughed. Hermione was becoming even more obsessive about grades, OWLS were coming up for the famous trio a lot quicker than she had hoped, and she was going frantic with her study sessions and charts. Harry's frequent absences due to Quidditch did little to prevent them, only aggravated her and sent her into a 'if you don't study you'll fail' speech that could incite most of the house to work. But it was rather funny in a way.
Harry looked down at his watch, and then frowned as he remembered it still didn't work, and wasn't likely to start up again. "What times is it?" "An hour before breakfast." She grinned, an idea! "Want to play a bit of wizards chess? You actually have a chance of winning with me.."
"Sure, it's not like I'm going to sleep for just an hour anyways."
The pair settled down for the game, talking and laughing companionably, hardly noticing as their housemates slowly trickled down the stairs.