No Mountain High Enough
A/N- Hiya everyone! Long time no see! This is a fun little story that I came up with set in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Hope you enjoy!
"Bloody hell!" bellowed an enraged Ronald Weasley. Harry jumped, knocking over his ink bottle and spilling its contents all over his Potions essay. Sitting next to Harry, Hermione glared dangerously at the angry redhead. Ron noticed Hermione's glare and turned on her.
"What?!" roared Ron. Hermione continued to glower at him before she cleared her throat.
"Honestly, Ronald. It's just a Potions essay," she stated in her manner-of-fact tone.
"Just a Potions essay?! The bloody thing has to be at least ten pages!" he screeched.
"That's not even the longest essay you've been given!" snapped Hermione. Harry shuffled nervously in his seat as he removed the excess ink with his wand. He flushed with embarrassment when he saw other students in the Gryffindor common room staring at the argument happening between his two best friends. Harry searched the room for another place for him to study without the distraction of Ron and Hermione's bickering and saw Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, sitting by herself in a corner reading a book. Casting a quick drying spell on his essay, Harry quickly grabbed his things and slipped away as fast as he could.
He marched over to where Ginny sat and stood next to her nervously. She didn't seem to notice him, apparently engrossed in her novel. He fidgeted a little, waiting for Ginny to notice she wasn't alone. When she didn't, he coughed loudly. Ginny jumped in fright and threw her book into the air, but it was caught easily by Harry.
"Harry! My goodness you scared me!" said Ginny as her cheeks flushed the familiar Weasley red.
"Sorry to disturb you Gin but Ron and Hermione are at it again and I was wondering if I could join you?" stammered Harry. Ginny looked over Harry's shoulder and scowled.
"Won't those two just snog it out already?" said Ginny angrily. Harry grinned as he watched her. Ginny realised that he was still standing and moved over to the side of the couch, patting where Harry could sit. Harry smiled as he sat down, arranging his pieces of parchment and getting back to work.
Harry wasn't sure why he got so nervous around Ginny. For goodness sake, they've been friends (albeit close ones) since the incident at the Ministry of Magic last year. Now that Ron and Hermione were more or less dating, Harry and Ginny naturally gravitated towards each other, united under the sudden relationship of their two best friends.
Harry ignored Ginny for the most part, focussing his attention on his homework. However, every now and again his eyes would accidentally be drawn to Ginny's pale, yet muscular legs. He kept shaking his head in annoyance of himself. What's wrong with you? Since when were you so interested in anything involving Ginny? Harry thought angrily.
Stuck in the internal battle in his head, Harry failed to notice Ginny sneaking glances at him as well. Ginny became angry at herself. She thought she had gotten over who crush on the Boy-Who-Lived. Ginny realised that Harry was staring at her face, and the two students blushed in embarrassment when they saw they had been caught, and got back to their respective activities.
An hour later, Harry sighed loudly and leaned back on the couch, dropping his quill. He stretched his arms above his head and looked to see Ginny staring at him with an amused expression on her face.
"What?" he asked. Ginny blushed again (and Harry found himself liking it).
"N-nothing," stammered Ginny. She remained silent before continuing. "It's just that you look pleased with yourself and everyone else around here looks miserable." Harry raised an eyebrow before scanning the room with his emerald green eyes. Indeed, it looked like everyone had just attended a funeral. Not one person had a face which showed any positive emotion. It was to be expected though, as the war on Voldemort was affecting everyone. Harry sighed in disappointment. He was the one who was supposed to either defeat Voldemort once and for all, or die trying. He felt that he should be out there looking for him, instead of being stuck in Hogwarts doing homework. That being said, Harry knew that he wouldn't last out there without the protection of Hogwarts and Dumbledore himself. His training wasn't even finished yet! Maybe there was something he could do to help lift everyone's spirits.
Ginny could almost see the gears working inside Harry's mind through his brilliant green eyes.
"What are you thinking Harry?" asked Ginny. Harry started from his reverie and looked at her.
"Just thinking of something to do that'll cheer everyone up," Harry answered. Ginny grinned and inched closer to Harry.
"And what might you be thinking of planning, Mister Potter?" she asked slyly. Harry blinked in surprise. Is she flirting with me?
Of course she is you blubbering idiot.
But she hardly ever talks to me!
Yeah, cause you scared her off! She must be over you now.
Harry regathered his thoughts and smiled shyly at Ginny.
"Not sure to be honest. You got any ideas?" he asked her. Ginny's eyebrows scrunched together as she thought.
"Well, Quidditch usually cheers everyone up," she pointed out. Harry nodded his head slightly.
"True, but I was thinking something a little more unorthodox. Something anyone can be a part of," he replied. Ginny thought again for a few minutes.
"Well," she said finally, "what do you do to cheer yourself up at home?" Harry frowned.
"Happiness is impossible when you live with the Dursleys, Ginny," he answered. "Although sometimes when I was home alone I would-" Harry stopped suddenly and stood up. His face turned into the look of excitement as he turned around to look at Ginny. She felt stunned as his beautiful green eyes bore into her warm brown eyes, noticing the excitement and happiness that was emanating from them.
"Harry, what is- oof!" Ginny hadn't been able to finish her question because Harry had pulled her into a crushing bear hug.
"You're a genius, Ginny!" exclaimed Harry. He put her down and kissed her on the cheek before taking off to his dormitory yelling "Thanks Gin!" behind him.
Ginny stood frozen in place from the shock of Harry kissing her on the cheek. She could tell she was blushing furiously from the heat of her cheeks. Breaking from the shock, Ginny reached up and touched the area where Harry's lips had met, smiling softly. Harry Potter just kissed me. HARRY POTTER JUST KISSED ME!
Harry barged into his dormitory and threw open his trunk. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a spare quill, having left the rest of his school stuff back in the common room. He sat down on his bed and began scribbling his request furiously on the poor parchment. Signing it, he quickly raced to the Owlery, failing to notice a still stunned Ginny and almost running over Dennis Creevey as he marched out of the portrait hole of Gryffindor Tower. Arriving at the Owlery, he searched for his beloved pet, Hedwig. Hedwig, however, found him first and swooped down to met her master. Harry brushed some of his owl's white feathers before attaching the note to her leg.
"Make it quick, Hedwig," he said politely. Hedwig responded by nipping at his ear playfully before taking off into the night. Harry sighed happily before he made his way back to the common room.
It wasn't until he got back to his dormitory and fell onto his bed that he realised what he just did to Ginny. His eyes snapped open wide in shock and he sat back up so fast he became dizzy. Did I just kiss Ginny Weasley on the cheek? Harry thought.
"OH SHIT!"
In Diagon Alley, Fred Weasley was enjoying a bottle of Butterbeer while his twin brother, George, finished closing up their joke shop downstairs. Fred was busy reading the Daily Prophet, which as usual was spitting rubbish about Harry Potter being the 'Chosen One'. While true, it annoyed Fred that the public wouldn't leave the Weasleys' dark haired brother alone. Fred was startled when George came bounding up the stairs and helped himself to another bottle of Butterbeer before sitting down opposite his twin brother.
"What are the Daily Prophet harping on about this time, Fred?" asked George, noticing the frown on his brother's face. Fred sighed and put the newspaper down.
"Just the usual baloney George," replied Fred. George nodded his understanding as he took a sip of his drink.
"Poor Harrikins. Won't the world ever leave him alone?" said Fred.
"Probably not. It's not his fault the skinny git's always getting in trouble," replied George.
"At least he's continuing the legacy of the Marauders and the Weasley Twins."
"Brings tears to my eyes, really."
"Makes me so proud of him."
"Indeed." The twins' conversation was broken when they heard a loud tapping on the window closest to them. Fred stood up and opened the window to let a beautiful snowy owl inside.
"Hedwig?" said George as he too stood up. The twins watched Hedwig as she landed on the table and stuck her foot out. George took the letter from her leg and opened it.
"Who's it from?" asked Fred as he stood beside his brother.
"Harry," replied George.
"What's the git done this time?"
They both read the letter in silence, their smiles growing wider as they finished reading it.
"Head to Muggle London?" asked George.
"Oh yes let's," answered Fred before they both Disapparated with a loud pop!
Harry didn't sleep well that night, although to be fair he never sleeps well, what with the nightmares and visions. However, this time Harry couldn't stop thinking about his accidental kissing Ginny and the letter he sent to the Weasley twins. By the time morning came around he had finally fallen asleep, only to be woken by Ron.
"Oi! Wake up you slimy git it's breakfast time!" bellowed Ron. Harry responded by smacking his best friend in the face with his pillow, muttering "get lost, Ginny." Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise at the mention of his sister, then smirked.
"You weren't having any dreams about my sister, were you Harry?" Ron asked in a cheeky tone. Harry's eyes flew open and he spun his head around to look at Ron, who was barely able to contain his laughter.
"No, honest! It sort of just slipped out. She was helping me with something last night and I guess it sort of just slipped out!" said Harry as fast as he could. Ron merely smirked as he walked away, but not before he threw Harry's robes into the dark haired boy's face.
"Hurry up mate. I'm starving," said Ron.
"You're always starving."
Breakfast was awkward for Harry, to say the least. His eyes remained glued to his food, refusing to look up at Ginny who sat across the table from him. Ginny herself couldn't stop blushing, despite trying her best not to. Hermione took note of the two people's behaviour and kept sending Ginny knowing looks. Ginny rolled her eyes and mouthed later to the other girl. Hermione nodded in understanding, smirking. Ron, on the other hand, failed to notice his friend and sister's odd behaviour, instead engrossing himself in the vast amounts of bacon and eggs. Hermione had to throw a piece of toast at his head to get his attention before twitching her head to their best friends' quiet demeanors.
"Oi Harry, what's the matter?" asked Ron, which caused Hermione to roll her eyes at Ron's lack of subtlety. Harry made a quick glance at Ron.
"Nothing, I'm fine," replied Harry. Now it was Ron's turn to roll his eyes.
"Sure you are mate. What's up?" pressed Ron. Harry sighed in frustration.
"Nothing. I'm just waiting on a letter from Fred and George," huffed Harry. Ginny perked up at this, realising that Harry must be thinking about his idea instead of the kiss.
Phew! That was a close one.
Bullocks, you wish he was thinking about that kiss.
No!
Whatever.
Ginny blushed again, though this time it was more from embarrassment at arguing with herself than anything else.
"Are they helping you with your plan Harry?" asked Ginny quietly. Harry grinned at her.
"Yeah. You're gonna love what I have planned," said Harry enthusiastically.
"What are you doing?" said Hermione suspiciously. Nothing ever went well where the Weaslwy twins were concerned. Harry smirked at his friend.
"It's a surprise. But don't worry Hermione, I think you're going to love it," replied Harry before he stood up and left for class. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ginny, who merely shrugged in response before she too got up and left the Great Hall.
After another agonizing class in Potions thanks to Professor Snape's usual sneering and mockery of the Gryffindors, Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. Giving the password to the Fat Lady, he moved so quickly that he stumbled into someone and both people fell to the ground.
"Sorry," mumbled Harry as he stood up before he realised who he had run into. Ginny looked at him with a look of shock.
"H-Harry," she stammered in reply. Harry continued staring at her as he felt his face start to burn up. Ginny seemed to have noticed and smirked. "Well, are you gonna help a poor girl up?" she asked cheekily. Harry blinked in surprise before reaching his hand out and pulling Ginny up by her's. He awkwardly brushed some lint off her shoulder and took a step back.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Ginny smiled slightly and shrugged.
"Yeah, it was just a small bump," she replied.
"Sorry." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Always the sorry one," she muttered. The two stood awkwardly for a few seconds before Harry spoke again.
"Sorry for...er..." began Harry. his heart was beating so fast and hard against his chest that he was positive Ginny could here it. Ginny seemed to catch on to what he was saying and her face became almost as red as her fiery hair.
"It's alright Harry. You don't have to apologize for last night," said Ginny shyly. Her eyes became fixated on the ground all of a sudden as she said that. Harry exhaled in relief and he took a step forward.
"Thanks, Gin. I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship," sad Harry sincerely. What are you doing you idiot! Tell her how you feel!
I don't know how I feel about her strange voice in my head! She definitely doesn't feel the same way about me, Hermione even said so!
Of course you know how you feel! Or are you really as thick as you say?
Shut up.
"Of course not Harry. We wouldn't want our friendship ruined after only just getting to know each other better," said Ginny sweetly. However, the voices in her head were anything but sweet. You've got to be kidding me. You want to be more than just his friend!
No I don't! I've spent too long being scared of him because of my stupid girl crush and we've only just gotten over that!
Whatever. But I know you still love him.
"Ginny?" said Harry, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Sorry?" she replied, blinking in confusion.
"I said are you sure you're alright," said Harry. Ginny nodded, seemingly lost for words. She decided to change the subject.
"So what are you working on with Fred and George?" she asked. Harry smiled in a boyish way, sending shivers down Ginny's spine.
"Oh, you'll see. It's going to be brilliant," said Harry slyly. "You'll be the first to know, I promise." Harry winked at her before turning away and heading back to his dormitory. Ginny stood in silence for the second time in two days because of Harry. She smiled lovingly towards where Harry had disappeared to before turning around and exiting the common room.
