Ginny sat in a chair by the fire of the Gryffindor common room reading a history book for a report Professor Binns had assigned the third years.
"You look entertained." Ginny almost jumped out of her chair as Harry Potter's voice interrupted what was an otherwise empty silence.
"Oh, what are you doing up so late?" Ginny nervously shut the book and watched as the older boy drug a chair over next to hers.
"Couldn't sleep, you?" Harry ran his fingers through his unruly black hair as he sat down.
"Same." Ginny felt as though she should say something else but she couldn't think of anything non-boring to say.
"So, what were you reading?" Harry asked interestedly.
"Just a history book that Professor Binns assigned us." Ginny made a face as she looked down at the large book in her lap.
"Is it that one by Meredith Berkshire?"
"Yeah, it's bloody boring, I was kinda hoping that it would put me to sleep." Ginny smiled shyly as she looked back up at Harry.
"Yeah, I think I failed that assignment, worst book I've ever read. Ever." Harry chuckled, "Hermione loved it."
"She would." Ginny continued to smile, "How did you even have something to turn in? Every time I try to put quill to parchment I forget everything I've read."
"I had Hermione to help me and even then I didn't get much done, I think I turned in maybe two paragraphs."
"Then you'll probably have me beat by at least-" Ginny paused to pretend to think about it, "By at least two paragraphs."
Harry laughed and Ginny chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do better than me, you're far smarter than I am."
Ginny blushed but in the low fire light Harry didn't notice. "I seriously doubt that, there's now way I would have been able to figure out the golden egg clue in time to do something about it."
"Ha, that was luck and tons of help." Harry smiled at her, "I always have luck and help."
"Well, if you ever need my help just let me know." Ginny smiled back at him, still blushing slightly. "Though I'm not sure how lucky I am."
Harry chuckled, "I'm sure you're lucky enough, and you probably have better than my "sheer dumb luck" as so many have put it."
"Sheer dumb luck can be the best kind." Ginny continued to smile.
"I guess you're right." Harry looked into the fire and was quiet for a moment before saying; "Try skipping to chapter seven, it gets less boring from there."
"Thanks, Harry." Ginny smiled at him and he stood up.
"I think I'm going to try to go to sleep again, it was good talking to you Gin."
"It was good talking to you too, Harry."
Harry smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder, he looked as if he was going to say something but instead he just patted her shoulder before continuing on his way upstairs.