Full Summary:
This is not one of those 'Ginny becomes confident and Harry turns into mush,' stories. Yes, Ginny becomes more confident, and yes, she becomes friends with Harry, although Harry stays himself. The youngest Weasley is over her crush, or so she thought......
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP world, or anything associated (except my Bertie Botts, and Oliver, and Oliver's Kilt.....or not)
"Harry!" screeched Ginny at the top of her lungs. She put her ear to her door. She heard nothing. "Harold James Michael Potter! Get your arse over hear and help me make something up for Divinations!" Ginny yelled as she stuck her head out the window to yell at Harry, who was playing quiditch with her brothers.
Down below, Harry rolled his eyes and gave a small grin. Once Ginny had gotten over her crush, she became more and more fun o be around, and more and more talkative. Harry was beginning to see (or hear) what Ron meant when he said that normally, you couldn't shut her up. Harry looked up at her window, and before she could yell something else, he headed to the front door.
When Harry reached Ginny's door, he walked in with-out knocking. 'Oh, my lord..." he thought, when he saw what Ginny was doing.
Ginny, lost in her own little world, was jumping on the bed, and singing a song from a children's muggle movie.
"Oompa! Loompa! Oomp-a-dee-doomp!"
Ginny continued her performance, until she landed on her back, out of breath. She looked up to find Harry, leaning against the door-jamb, trying to hide laughter behind a silly looking smirk.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ginny raised an eyebrow, and said, "Harry, come in already, oh, and don't hurt yourself with that stupid expression on your face; you look constipated!"
"Shut it Virginia!" Harry said slyly, knowing how much the young girl loathed her full name.
The next thing he knew Harry received a face-full of pillow, and Ginny and himself were engaged in an all-out, no-holds-barred, wrestling match.
Harry rolled Ginny over, pinning her to the floor by her wrists. "What was it you wanted?"
Ginny rolled over so now she was pinning Harry. Harry again rolled so he was pinning Ginny. Ginny, seeing no hope of pinning Harry in the same way he pinned her, let go of her hold on him, rolled so he fell, and sat on his back while Harry was face-down on the floor.
"Home-work," she said.
"What Subject?"
"Don't remember."
"Are you TRYING to be dumb, VIRGINIA?"
Ginny jumped slightly, landing harder on Harry's back.
"Oomph!" Harry grunted.
"Are you calling me fat?!"
A chuckle, turned into a hushed cough, came from the open doorway.
"Bill! Charlie!" Ginny cried, not getting up.
"Gin, aren't you going to go hug your brothers?" Harry asked hopefully.
In answer, Ginny jumped on his back again.
Charlie laughed, "Ah, the 'Ginny-Sit!' I remember it well!"
"Charlie," Began Bill, "Who could forget the time she sat on Fred for three days when she was six?"
Harry turned his head to look at the oldest Weasleys. "Help?" He pleaded.
"No thanks," Said Bill.
"We don't want to be the next victims. We'll tell Mum to bring your dinner up, though," Charlie said as he and Bill left.
"Damn, muttered Harry. Ginny jumped again.
"'is is going to be a long night!' He thought.
This is not one of those 'Ginny becomes confident and Harry turns into mush,' stories. Yes, Ginny becomes more confident, and yes, she becomes friends with Harry, although Harry stays himself. The youngest Weasley is over her crush, or so she thought......
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP world, or anything associated (except my Bertie Botts, and Oliver, and Oliver's Kilt.....or not)
"Harry!" screeched Ginny at the top of her lungs. She put her ear to her door. She heard nothing. "Harold James Michael Potter! Get your arse over hear and help me make something up for Divinations!" Ginny yelled as she stuck her head out the window to yell at Harry, who was playing quiditch with her brothers.
Down below, Harry rolled his eyes and gave a small grin. Once Ginny had gotten over her crush, she became more and more fun o be around, and more and more talkative. Harry was beginning to see (or hear) what Ron meant when he said that normally, you couldn't shut her up. Harry looked up at her window, and before she could yell something else, he headed to the front door.
When Harry reached Ginny's door, he walked in with-out knocking. 'Oh, my lord..." he thought, when he saw what Ginny was doing.
Ginny, lost in her own little world, was jumping on the bed, and singing a song from a children's muggle movie.
"Oompa! Loompa! Oomp-a-dee-doomp!"
Ginny continued her performance, until she landed on her back, out of breath. She looked up to find Harry, leaning against the door-jamb, trying to hide laughter behind a silly looking smirk.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ginny raised an eyebrow, and said, "Harry, come in already, oh, and don't hurt yourself with that stupid expression on your face; you look constipated!"
"Shut it Virginia!" Harry said slyly, knowing how much the young girl loathed her full name.
The next thing he knew Harry received a face-full of pillow, and Ginny and himself were engaged in an all-out, no-holds-barred, wrestling match.
Harry rolled Ginny over, pinning her to the floor by her wrists. "What was it you wanted?"
Ginny rolled over so now she was pinning Harry. Harry again rolled so he was pinning Ginny. Ginny, seeing no hope of pinning Harry in the same way he pinned her, let go of her hold on him, rolled so he fell, and sat on his back while Harry was face-down on the floor.
"Home-work," she said.
"What Subject?"
"Don't remember."
"Are you TRYING to be dumb, VIRGINIA?"
Ginny jumped slightly, landing harder on Harry's back.
"Oomph!" Harry grunted.
"Are you calling me fat?!"
A chuckle, turned into a hushed cough, came from the open doorway.
"Bill! Charlie!" Ginny cried, not getting up.
"Gin, aren't you going to go hug your brothers?" Harry asked hopefully.
In answer, Ginny jumped on his back again.
Charlie laughed, "Ah, the 'Ginny-Sit!' I remember it well!"
"Charlie," Began Bill, "Who could forget the time she sat on Fred for three days when she was six?"
Harry turned his head to look at the oldest Weasleys. "Help?" He pleaded.
"No thanks," Said Bill.
"We don't want to be the next victims. We'll tell Mum to bring your dinner up, though," Charlie said as he and Bill left.
"Damn, muttered Harry. Ginny jumped again.
"'is is going to be a long night!' He thought.