A/N: This is a story about Ginny Weasley. I really like H/G and R/H fics, and this is sort of something I just came up with in a dream. Also, I'm from Wisconsin, so you can't hurt me for using the American way of spelling crap. This is my first fic, so please, no flames! I'm already working on the second chapter, so don't forget about me! Enjoy! (You better!) Just Kidding!
Disclaimer: I own only the plot. Everything and everyone important belongs to Joanne the Great (a.k.a. J. K. Rowling).
At Last
By Wolf Speaker
Chapter 1: Enjoy Life.
I'm in a dark room. Tom Riddle's standing in front of me, laughing wickedly. I'm sitting there, screaming from the pain. I get very weak and pass out. Next thing I know, Harry's kneeling in front of me, with a frightened look on his face, and blood down his right arm. He looks at me and says "It's okay, Ginny. Riddle's finished"
I woke up covered in sweat. I have relived that night in the Chamber of Secrets too many times. And every time, Harry's there, telling me it's okay. I was thinking so hard about how those beautiful, green eyes looked so scared, that I didn't even notice Hedwig fly in the window. When I did see her, I said "Um, Hedwig, I think you're-", and then realized that the letter was addressed to me. My heart was pounding like a drum. Harry sent me a letter! I took the letter, and gave Hedwig a treat, and she flew off rather quickly. I slowly opened up the letter. It said:
Dear Ginny,
You are invited to my birthday party! The Dursley's don't know about it, so don't send an owl back. I'll just assume that you're coming. All that boring important stuff is below. I'll see you there!
Harry
Place: Kletch Park
Date: July 31
Time: 12:00 noon till whenever you want to leave.
Requirements: Wear muggle clothes. It's a muggle park.
Well, it wasn't the "Ginny, I love you with all my heart" I wanted, but he invited me to his birthday party! That'll probably explain why Hedwig left so fast. She had to go get invitations for Ron, Fred, and George. I looked out the window, and saw Hedwig flying up to Ron's room; this time with 3 invitations tied to her leg. I wonder why Harry didn't have her bring all of them with mine? I was pondering on that as I fell back asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I heard my brothers running down the steps. It's a wonder anyone can sleep in this house.
I put my robe on, and followed my brothers down the stairs. As soon as we sat down to breakfast, we all said in unison "Mom, can I go to Harry's party?" and cracked up laughing. We're a very close family.
Mom looked like she was going to faint. "Harry's aunt and uncle let him have a party?!" We all looked at each other, and Fred said "Of course! He would never have a party without their consent!" Again, we all burst out laughing.
Mom looked really scared. "You mean there won't be an adult?" "MU-UM!" Ron yelled. "It's at a park with all his neighbors, there'll be a lot of people there! Chill out!" "Well, at least you won't be alone" she said.
I had been just listening, with a frightened look on my face. I was so scared that Mom wouldn't let us go! I needed to talk to Hermione. She could give me some clothes to wear, and tell me what to do around Harry. And I could tell her how to act around Ron. I'm so evil.
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After breakfast, I went up to my room and wrote to Hermione. The letter said:
Dear Hermione,
Did you get an invitation to Harry's party? I know you did. Look, it says we need muggle clothes, and I don't have any. Also, I need to talk to you. Write back to me as soon as possible.
Luv Ya!
Ginny
Well, Ron came in, and I had to beg to use Pig. He let me, but only after I told him who the letter was to (he thought it was Harry! Crazy!). When he found out it was to Hermione, he said "IF YOU SAID ANYTHING ABOUT ME I'LL KILL YOU!" "Chill! You can read it if you want to! Gosh!" He read the letter, and asked, "What do you need to talk about?" I blushed. He sighed and left.
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Hermione wrote back the next day. Her letter said:
Ginny,
OF COURSE YOU CAN BORROW SOME CLOTHES! What did you think I was going to say? I want you to sleep over the night before the party, so that we can do stuff. I need to talk to you too, but we'll talk at my house.
Love You (Your grammar appalls me!),Hermione
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Harry was talking to me, asking me about Ron, and how he was. "Oh, he's fine. He really misses you. Good thing you'll see him at your party!" "Ginny, are you going to come to my party?" he said. "Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Harry grinned. "I was hoping that much" He leaned over, and…
"GOD DAMN IT!" I HATE it when that happens! I like dreams to FINISH! This is the best dream I've had yet! He actually tried to kiss ME! Usually, it's me trying to kiss him, but he lets me (you can tell, I have this kind of dream often). Too bad it's not real. I really want this to happen (as you can see), and I'd give anything to have him kiss me just ONCE!
Ron heard my miserable cry, and came in (useless, concerned older brother that he is) yelling "Are you okay, Ginny?" "Yes, Ron, I'm fine" "Sorry for caring, jeez. Was it another Chamber dream?"
What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, no Ron, I was having a dream about Harry, and I woke up just before he kissed me'? Puh-leez. If Ron ever found out about my obsession with Harry, I'd die.
"Yeah. I just got really scared this time". He came over and wrapped his arm over my shoulders. "It's okay, Ginny. It's long gone." "I know, I just hated it in there" Did you expect me to just act like I had the dream, but it had no effect on me? I'm going for realistic here.
"Well, g'night, Gin"
"G'night"
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Well, the day before the party came quickly. I was dying to find out what Hermionie wanted to talk about.
"Ginny, do you think there's a chance a guy would fancy me?"
"Depends on what boy"
"Do you really have to ask?"
"Nope. Of course Ron fancies you! You have to make the first move, though. That prat's to full of himself to ask you first."
"You don't understand! I can't just ASK him 'Hey, Ron, will you go to Hogsmade with me?' I don't do things that way!"
"But you do it all the time! Just speak your mi-"
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Like you don't know."
"Ah, yes. The proverbial 'Goddess, what do I do around Harry! I'm so scared I'll be a twit!' Puh-leez. Get over it. The worst thing that could happen is you tell Harry how you feel about him. And that's not even that bad."
"YES IT IS!"
"Okay, okay! Jeez, it's not like I just told him! Honestly, Gin, you've got to loosen up a bit about this whole Harry situation. I mean, how do you know he doesn't feel the same way?"
"I just do, okay?"
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Harry was sitting in his room at that exact moment, writing "Ginny" all over a roll of parchment, on which he was supposed to be doing his Potions homework. He was also wondering if Hermione had told his big secret. Yes, he had (stupidly, he thought to himself) told Hermione that he had fancied Ginny. Now he was genuinely regretting it. What awoke him from his terrible thoughts of what Ginny might think was Uncle Vernon screaming "GET DOWN HERE YOU BASTARD!" Now, it was very unusual for Harry to hear Uncle Vernon using profanity, so Harry got very nervous. He got worried over nothing.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO GIVE OUR HOME NUMBER TO THOSE KOOKS FROM YOUR SCHOOL!"
"'Lo?"
"Hi, Harry? It's Ron. I figured out this fellytone thing!"
"Good job. I hope you're proud of yourself."
Harry became very aware of Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley listening intently, and grabbed the cordless, and brought the phone up to his room.
"-coming to your party, okay?"
"Sorry, say that again?"
"I said, I have a lot to talk about, but first, I'm coming to your party, okay?"
"Okay. What do you need to talk about?"
"Well, I've noticed that I really suck at getting muggle clothes. Also, do you think I should do my hair any different?"
"Did aliens from outer space come and steal your brain? Since when do you care?"
"Sif I lerk Hermeronwe"
Harry, surprisingly, didn't need a translation.
"YOU LIKE HERMIONE? NO WAY!"
"Hey! That was so loud, I'm surprised Fred and George didn't hear you!"
"We did!" They yelled from the background.
"Sorry," Harry said. "It's just weird. I mean, you were the one who called her all the stuff on Halloween in our first year and-"
"Yeah, I know! Just leave me alone about it! Can we talk about something else now?"
"Sorry. Okay, so… Your hair is fine how it is. With the clothes, I talked Uncle Vernon into getting me some new clothes last weekend so you could come over now, since the party's tomorrow. IF FRED AND GEORGE WANT TO COME, THEY CAN!"
"THANKS HARRY!" said Fred.
"WE'D LOVE TO!" George added.
"Well, I guess that settles it."
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"HERMIONE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"
She had just told me she had been talking to Harry about how I still have nightmares about the Chamber. I was so ticked off. I really wasn't ready for what she was about to tell me.
"-and he let something slip. I think you should know, so you don't hurt me, or do a body bind on me. He kind of lead me to believe that he likes you as much as you like him"
"Yeah, right. How did you get that idea?"
"He said so."
"Mm-hum"
"Really! I'll show you the letter!"
And there it was, is Harry's untidy scrawl. I couldn't believe it! The letter said:
Dear Hermione-
Wow. I guess I can understand that being torture for her. I've got to tell you something. I really like Ginny. Like, huge crush, head over heels crazy. WHAT DO I DO? I'M GOING TO GO CRAZY! You're a girl (deja vu), you know about all that romantic crap. How do I tell her?
-HarryWhat I realized was Harry never wrote not to tell anybody.
"Hermione, who did you all tell, besides me?"
"Nobody, why?"
"Well, Ron might not like the idea of his best friend and his little sister together. I just wanted to make sure you didn't tell him"
"Well, Ron has nothing to do with this. You have to make the first move on Harry, if I have to make the first move on Ron."
"But what if he was JOKING?!"
"Don't worry. He wasn't."
"You don't know that for sure. Anyway, you have to ask out Ron first! I know for a fact he fancies you. He won't let me owl you unless he reads it first and makes sure I didn't mention him in my letter. He's crazy about you."
"You don't know that for sure. Okay, fine. I'll send him an owl right now, and we'll be able to talk at the party tomorrow. Then you send one to Harry later today"
"So soon? Don't you think it could wait?"
"Till when?"
"2020?"
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Well, Harry thought, at least Ron's coming. Too bad Ginny's not coming, too, thought the love-struck part of his brain.
"Harry. Your friend is here." Uncle Vernon said in a tight voice.
"'Lo guys. Come on up!"
"Hi Harry! All right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, how-"
An unfamiliar owl flying through his window cut him off. It had a letter for Ron from Hermione. Harry figured her parents had bought her an owl over the holidays for becoming a prefect.
It read:
Dear Ron,
I have something really important to tell you (Harry, you can't read this until Ron is done, and if he wants you to). I really like you. A lot. And I was kind of hoping you would feel the same way. I want us to be more than friends. By way of answer, you are going to have to tell me tomorrow. I need my owl for someone.
Love always,
Hermione
The owl had flown away as Ron tore open the envelope.
Ron was grinning stupidly as he handed the letter to Harry. Harry couldn't believe it. His two best friends were a couple. He was going to be a third wheel. He was really happy for them, but it meant that he couldn't hang out with his best friends as much anymore. They'd always want to be alone. About a minuet of silence from Harry and Ron standing there grinning, another letter came by Hermione's owl, but it was for Harry. Ron didn't even wake up, and Fred and George were reading Ron's note now.
Dear Harry,I want to tell you something. I know Ron's probably in a daze, and doesn't even know this has came. Don't let my brothers see this. I really like you. I was hoping you could like me more than just your best friends little sister. You can owl me back or talk to me tomorrow. If you want. If you're going to be uncomfortable, you don't have to. I can understand. Okay, I'm rambling now. Bye.
Love (I'm trying really hard not to copy Hermionie),Ginny
Harry couldn't believe it. His dreams were all coming true. He was going to be with Ginny, and he wouldn't be a third wheel to Hermione and Ron! For the first time since he got his letter in the summer before first year, he was beginning to enjoy life.
A/N: I don't do cliffhangers. They annoy me, and I don't enjoy annoying people (unless I fell like it). I did some extensive searching to find out which arm Harry got poisoned in. It doesn't say until the 4th book! I was reading it, and I realized that everything happens to his right arm. That's where he got smashed by the bludger in the 2nd book, then he got bit by the basilisk, then in the 4th book, Wormtail takes the blood from Harry's right arm. Anyway, I'm probably boring you people with my sad obsession, so I'm gonna stop now. R/R!