Underneath it All
(There's times when I want someone more
Someone more like me
Behind you're glasses you're
You're something else
You're really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I'm really lucky
Underneath it all
You're really lovely
You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But lately you've been trying real hard
And giving me your best
I've seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
Somehow I'm full of forgiveness
I guess it's meant to be)p
b(a/n -- Not a song fiction, but named after a song; Ginny sets out to find out what's underneath Harry -- not the floor, silly -- but under the front he puts up to everyone. Before she gives up on him, she has to find out what's underneath him, because she knows there's something more. Basically about how Ginny really gets to know Harry, the ups and downs of him, what he does every day, and she eventually knows everything about him. He really loves her -- underneath it all. Maybe even his quidditch robes. You never know. )/b
Ginny huddled through the corridor, doing what she did best - getting out of people's way. She wasn't unpopular, nor was she really popular, but she tried to stay out of other people's business. She always felt like she would be intruding if she went up and just started talking to another group of girls. Therefore, she was perfectly happy being herself. She sighed and rounded the corner into the potions dungeon and flopped down her bag, sat down, and put her chin down on her hands. Ginny hated potions. Didn't everyone?
When lunch came and her friend Alice drew her out of her stupor, she made her way to lunch with her stomach growling. Just as she went to turn into the great hall, she was knocked over by none other than --
"Harry!" She cried. He completely knocked her over and kept walking.
"Uh, sorry Ginny," He turned around briefly, not sounding sorry at all, and hurried out of the door. He was in his quidditch practice robes. iGreat,/i she thought, ithere goes my goal for the day/i. Ever since Ginny had read a muggle magazine the last summer about setting goals every day, she had tried to convince herself she would do just that. Her goal for that day - and many, many others - was to talk to Harry. However, Harry seemed to have a fort built around his face, or something of that sort. Or so it seemed to Ginny. Whenever she got the chance to talk to him he had to go to practice, or he was late for class, or one of the other ten excuses he always gave her. He seemed so out of it ever since last year. It can't still be Cedric, Ginny thought. When she eventually got to the great hall she sat down next to Hermione and helped herself to an apple.
"Hermione, can I ask you something?" Ginny said, chopping her apple into pieces.
"Mhmm?"
"Has Harry been himself lately?"
Hermione looked up from her book. "Not really, no. Why do you ask that?"
"He just seems so -- out of it, I guess. Do you think it's because of Cedric, still?"
"You never know. He's got a lot going on behind those glasses." Hermione said. iYeah, like bright green eyes, /iGinny thought to herself before Hermione said, "Listen, we'll talk later on. I've got Herbology next and I have to go to the library before it" She smiled. "Don't worry about Harry, okay? He's fine." And she left.
Later that afternoon in the common room, Ginny was eyeing Harry. He was doing his homework in the corner with his hand in his hair, hardly even paying attention to what he was writing. His eyes looked as if they were filled with thought, and Ginny realized just in time how obvious it was that she was staring at him. She jerked her eyes away just before Harry looked up, closed his book, and went over to the fire and sat down in the chair across from Ginny's and closed his eyes.
"Hey, Harry." Ginny said. iHey, it's worth a try./i
Harry opened his eyes, looked at her, closed them again, and said, "Hey."
"What's that from?" Ginny asked curiously, pointing to the huge bruise on his arm. Harry briefly opened his eyes before he muttered something that sounded like "bludger", and closed them again without another word. Ginny gave him a nasty look in front of his closed eyelids, and got up and walked towards the staircase. She didn't turn around to catch Harry turn around and watch her stomp up the stairs.
p
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The next day was the first quidditch match of the season. Ginny woke up to the smell of autumn blowing through her window. She stood up with the blanket wrapped around her slammed her window shut, and plopped back on her bed, delighted with the weather. She loved the fall, and the trees. She sighed and rolled out of bed, put a jumper over her shirt, and headed outside to the quidditch pitch, hoping she hadn't missed anything.
Down at the pitch, the quidditch players were just about to mount their broomsticks. Ginny took a seat next to Hermione and wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck.
"Morning, sunshine! It's about time you got up." Hermione said. Ginny stuck her tongue out at her, and just then, Madam Hooch blew the whistle.
Ginny watched Harry the whole entire game. Up there was the only time she thought he looked like the Harry he was in the first four years at Hogwarts. The wind whipped his hair, and green eyes flashed this way and that, searching for any sign of a flicker of gold that was the Snitch. Ginny could have just watched him up there, minus all the other players. Just Harry searching for the snitch. That was where he looked content, and that was how Ginny tried to think of him. Amidst all her thoughts, she had hardly kept track of the game, and before she knew it, she saw Harry make an dive that made her stomach clench with fear, but fear was soon replaced with joy, for he had caught the Snitch. Ginny and the rest of the stands stood up, cheering loudly. Ginny's heart was in her throat as she saw Harry come down from the air, a huge grin planted across his face. Let's hope it stays, she thought to herself as she made her way down to congratulate the team.
Ginny made her way over to Ron, Gryffindor's new Keeper, and hugged him and gave him a congratulations. Right next to him was Harry, so she -out of joy- gave him a hug as well. When she pulled back she was surprised to see that Harry was grinning broadly, looking at her a little funny, before Fred and George came over and put him on their shoulders. Ginny turned around to see Hermione giving her an I-saw-that-nice-work sort of look, and punched her playfully on the shoulder.
"Way to go Ginny!" Hermione laughed.
Back in the common room the music was loud, the people were happy ,and the food was plenty. Everyone had a smile on their face, and Ginny thought this was a perfect time to question Harry about some things, especially since he had had a couple of the "special" butterbeer Fred and George had smuggled from the kitchens.
"Great job today Harry!" Ginny said, sitting down beside him.
Harry gave her a lopsided grin and said, "Great job to you! Thanks!" Ginny wasn't sure what that meant, but she disregarded it and went on, speaking sort of loudly over all the noise.
"So have you been okay lately?"
He gave her a questioning look. "What do you mean?"
"You've just seemed sort of quiet, that's all. You haven't seemed to be yourself." she said, looking at her feet and cursing herself for wanting to ask him about this, anyway.
"Oh...well, no, I've been fine. You know, quidditch and all has been tough, and school work and all." he said, but Ginny had the feeling he told everyone this.
"You're sure that's it?" Ginny asked, with a resolving tone to her voice.
"Yes! Gee, Ginny, you're almost as bad as your brother with all of his questioning." he said, and Ginny gave him a dirty look, but smiled all the same.
"So you'll start acting like a normal person now? You're saying it was just nerves?" Ginny asked, one more time.
"Yes. And now I am tired and have had a bit too much butterbeer, so if you excuse me, this interview is over." Harry laughed at nothing, really, and got up and walked to the girls' staircase. Ginny was the only one who seemed to notice this, and broke into a fit of giggles as she saw Harry walk back down, blushing, and make his was up the correct staircase.