You and me
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, you wouldn't have heard of Harry Potter. I'd still be somewhere in the middle of book one. I don't own Mathilda either.
Author's notes: Fear not, readers, this is not a crossover. I got the idea for this after watching the movie, Mathilda. Don't ask me why I was watching it, I was bored. Wasn't that bad, though, now that I think about it. Be gentle, 'tis my first fic. Okay, story time!
Ginny Weasley woke up in the middle of the night with hunger pains. She had skipped dinner (they had been served some weird concoction and she had been afraid to approach it with her fork). Quietly, as to not disturb her fellow fourth year students, she slipped out of bed and made her way downstairs.
When she entered the common room, she noticed a fire was going in the fireplace. It was rather odd. The house elves usually extinguish the fire when they all went to sleep. She squinted in the semi-darkness. If she wasn't mistaken, there was a figure sitting on the couch. She crept a little closer.
It looked like.'Harry?' she thought. 'Maybe he fell asleep down here again.' Ginny didn't want to disturb him, but she couldn't leave him. If he stayed down there all night, Ron would never let him live it down and Hermione would keep bugging him if he was feeling alright. "Harry?" she asked, this time out loud.
He had been awake after all; his head whipped around to face her. "Ginny? What are you still doing up?"
'Look who's talking.' "I skipped dinner, so I thought I'd sneak into the kitchen and get something, uh, edible."
He chuckled. "Know what you mean. Well, don't let me stop you. Just watch out for Filch. Gross dinners prelude his favorite stalking nights." He turned away from her and stared at the fire.
"Yeah, right." She started toward the portrait, but stopped halfway there. "Harry?" He turned his face toward once more and raised an eyebrow in question. "Stay there, huh? I want to talk to you when I get back." She left the common room without waiting for an answer. She knew he wasn't going anywhere.
I know, I know. Painfully short. I'm just really busy and I've got writer's block. Also, I wanted to get this out. I'm also aware of the fact that I haven't mentioned the story Mathilda, but I will. I'm not so weird that I write random disclaimers. Wait. Anyway, review and tell me what you think. It can be short. Don't matter. Maybe if a lot of people review, I'll update quicker! Yeah! Go reviewers! And I'll thank all you do review in the next chapter, cause I know it gives me the giggles. Well, see ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, you wouldn't have heard of Harry Potter. I'd still be somewhere in the middle of book one. I don't own Mathilda either.
Author's notes: Fear not, readers, this is not a crossover. I got the idea for this after watching the movie, Mathilda. Don't ask me why I was watching it, I was bored. Wasn't that bad, though, now that I think about it. Be gentle, 'tis my first fic. Okay, story time!
Ginny Weasley woke up in the middle of the night with hunger pains. She had skipped dinner (they had been served some weird concoction and she had been afraid to approach it with her fork). Quietly, as to not disturb her fellow fourth year students, she slipped out of bed and made her way downstairs.
When she entered the common room, she noticed a fire was going in the fireplace. It was rather odd. The house elves usually extinguish the fire when they all went to sleep. She squinted in the semi-darkness. If she wasn't mistaken, there was a figure sitting on the couch. She crept a little closer.
It looked like.'Harry?' she thought. 'Maybe he fell asleep down here again.' Ginny didn't want to disturb him, but she couldn't leave him. If he stayed down there all night, Ron would never let him live it down and Hermione would keep bugging him if he was feeling alright. "Harry?" she asked, this time out loud.
He had been awake after all; his head whipped around to face her. "Ginny? What are you still doing up?"
'Look who's talking.' "I skipped dinner, so I thought I'd sneak into the kitchen and get something, uh, edible."
He chuckled. "Know what you mean. Well, don't let me stop you. Just watch out for Filch. Gross dinners prelude his favorite stalking nights." He turned away from her and stared at the fire.
"Yeah, right." She started toward the portrait, but stopped halfway there. "Harry?" He turned his face toward once more and raised an eyebrow in question. "Stay there, huh? I want to talk to you when I get back." She left the common room without waiting for an answer. She knew he wasn't going anywhere.
I know, I know. Painfully short. I'm just really busy and I've got writer's block. Also, I wanted to get this out. I'm also aware of the fact that I haven't mentioned the story Mathilda, but I will. I'm not so weird that I write random disclaimers. Wait. Anyway, review and tell me what you think. It can be short. Don't matter. Maybe if a lot of people review, I'll update quicker! Yeah! Go reviewers! And I'll thank all you do review in the next chapter, cause I know it gives me the giggles. Well, see ya!