'Miss Ginevra Weasley. What have you been doing?' The Fat Lady's voice could almost be heard in the Gryffindor dormitories. It traveled no farther than the Common Room, for which Ginny would later be grateful. She surveyed the young lady. The Fat Lady thought she looked a bit tipsy, but waived it off as a trick of her tired eyes. At Ginny's nonplussed expression, she continued, 'You're only coming back at 4 in the morning, that's what!'
Ginny, apologizing profusely, finally got the Fat Lady to be quiet long enough to clamber through the portrait hole, pausing just long enough to feel something brush her shoulder. She scanned the room for any sign of life, stumbling a bit. I think I had a bit too much Butterbeer. There was nobody there, so Ginny looked straight into the fireplace and nodded. A tall boy, sixteen years of age, with jet black hair and sparkling green eyes materialized where she had just been staring, throwing his invisibility cloak aside. He was bent double, lapsed in silent fits of laughter.
Ginny scowled. 'I still don't – hic - see why I had to do that. You're perfectly – hic - capable. And it would have been - hic - gentlemanly.' Harry watched as she gave an unnecessary flourish of her hands when she stressed this last word. He watched her struggle to hold the composure of her scowl before she fell over the back of the couch, overcome with giggles herself. Harry walked over to the couch she was sitting on and sat beside her, leaning in to kiss her. She stopped giggling, but covered her mouth with her hand. She shook her head and stood up, leaving him sitting bewildered on the couch. 'No, I'm too – hic - upset with you.' As he looked up at her, she turned her head defiantly.
'Then I guess I'll have to make you!' He pulled her down by her waist playfully, so she was sitting on his lap, while she turned to kiss him. She wiggled off his lap, and the beast inside him roared with displeasure. She was getting away from him … She lay back on the couch and he persued her, kissing her deeply. His hands found her wrists and pinned them to the couch above her head. The beast inside him roared with a passionate delight as he kissed her with more power, but Ginny began to struggle.
'Harry—' She tried to say something, but he couldn't control himself anymore. He cut off her words, kissing with more force. His hands tightened on her wrists and she squealed with discomfort. She struggled more desperately, until she managed to push him off the couch. She looked down at him with disgust. 'What do you think you're playing at?'
He stood up, his glasses askew, but she stormed past him and up the girls' stairs, deaf to his pleas of, 'Ginny, wait! I'm sorry!' He stood alone in the Common Room and let the arm he had stretched out to her fall limply at his side. He trudged up to his dormitory, and collapsed on his bed, trying to figure out what he'd done.
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The next week, Ginny determinedly avoided Harry. She ignored him when he passed her in hallways, She sat at the other end of the house table at breakfast with the other fifth years. On the third morning, Colin Creevey looked up when she sat down and said, rather nervously, 'Ginny? W-Why haven't you s-sat with H-Harry this w-week?'
A pained expression crossed her face and he quickly looked down at his bacon, blushing furiously. He was so surprised when she responded, he almost knocked over his goblet of pumpkin juice. 'I … wanted to sit with you guys for a change.' She averted her eyes as she spoke, staring at her own bacon as if it were an enthralling show. She almost overlooked a large tawny owl, one of the school owls, who had landed promptly in the scrambled eggs. She untied a small parcel from his leg and he took off out the window immediately. She opened the parcel, and to her great surprise found a box of chocolate frogs with a little note – 'Just something to brighten your day.' It wasn't signed, but for a small heart at the bottom of the parchment. As she read the note her lips turned up into a smile. That's so sweet.
She looked down the table at Harry, who had been staring at her for at least ten minutes. She gestured to the parcel and he shrugged. It's not from Harry? But then … who? She looked around the Great Hall, completely perplexed.