A/N~ I don't own anything except the plot. All of my characters (for now) belong to J.K. Rowling, bless her soul. This is my first fic, so be kind. Please.
~*~ Reminiscing~*~
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long night. What with Dudley's diet and Petunia's perpetual chattering about the neighbors, Harry was pretty sure he would go insane before long. That is, if he wasn't insane already, which he was pretty sure he was. Why else would his two best friends be falling in love without either of them noticing? Why else would he be falling in love with his best friend's little sister? His thoughts turned to Ginny immediately, as they had very often these past few weeks. He hadn't seen her in what seemed like forever, and it was pure torture. Harry smiled, thinking of when he had first thought of her as anything more than Ron's little sister; it seemed so long ago, like he had loved her forever, but really it was only two months ago. He sighed at the memory…….
"Hello Harry," Ginny had smiled a little sarcastically. "How are you this fine evening?"
Harry had just laughed, especially considering that the reason they were both there was because of detention. It turned out that Ginny had quite a temper, not very different from her mother's and brother's. One thing was for sure, she definitely hadn't inherited her father's placidness.
Anyway, Malfoy had insulted Ron's poverty one time too many, because Ginny and Harry had both snapped at the same instant.
" Eat slugs Malfoy!" Ginny had screamed, taking a lesson from her brother, although her spell was actually effective on the victim, not the caster.
Meanwhile, Harry had yelled "Victoria's Secretio!" and Malfoy was suddenly ambushed by every pair of underwear he owned.
Harry was a little nervous when he saw that a few of Malfoy's underwear were quite lacy, and resolved to pity him more than usual, since he obviously had a few identity problems. Back in detention, Harry found he was having quite a good time with little Ginny. They both had been laughing non-stop all night, and were almost finished with the dungeon cleaning. Harry found he didn't want the night to end, he wanted to stay forever with Ginny, just the two of them laughing, protected from the rest of the world. He hadn't thought of Voldemort or Sirius all evening and was pleasantly surprised to find that Ginny had this effect on him, a very calming effect. After every move she made he noticed how the different shades of light caught her hair and made it shine. Some would say her hair was red, but Harry knew better; it was millions of different colors, each one showing itself whenever she turned. She had a great smile; he knew that after the hours of laughter they were going through. Just then she waved a hand in front of his face.
"Harry?" she asked. "Are you ok?"
Harry didn't quite know how to answer, considering his face was inches from Ginny's, and that was enough to make him lose shred of rational thought. She stared at him, either wondering if she needed to put him in a padded cell or feeling the same way he did. The moment was interrupted when Professor McGonagall came into the room next door very noisily, indicating that perhaps she'd had too much pumpkin juice at dinner. For the rest of the year, Harry and Ginny avoided each other……………
Harry sighed again. Why on earth did McGonagall feel the need to come get them at that exact moment?! If only she had waited ten or fifteen minutes, who knows what could have happened? He might be writing to Ginny right at this very moment, love letters filled with sap! "Wait a minute," Harry thought. "Why don't I write to Ginny? I mean, what's the harm? No one will suspect a thing." After those encouraging thoughts, Harry got through dinner much easier. In fact, it seemed to fly by quickly. Too quickly for Harry's taste. He was feeling a bit nervous. Actually, a bit was an understatement, probably the understatement of the year. After dinner, Harry trudged up to his room, nervous, but determined.
Dear Ginny, …………………
~*~ Reminiscing~*~
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long night. What with Dudley's diet and Petunia's perpetual chattering about the neighbors, Harry was pretty sure he would go insane before long. That is, if he wasn't insane already, which he was pretty sure he was. Why else would his two best friends be falling in love without either of them noticing? Why else would he be falling in love with his best friend's little sister? His thoughts turned to Ginny immediately, as they had very often these past few weeks. He hadn't seen her in what seemed like forever, and it was pure torture. Harry smiled, thinking of when he had first thought of her as anything more than Ron's little sister; it seemed so long ago, like he had loved her forever, but really it was only two months ago. He sighed at the memory…….
"Hello Harry," Ginny had smiled a little sarcastically. "How are you this fine evening?"
Harry had just laughed, especially considering that the reason they were both there was because of detention. It turned out that Ginny had quite a temper, not very different from her mother's and brother's. One thing was for sure, she definitely hadn't inherited her father's placidness.
Anyway, Malfoy had insulted Ron's poverty one time too many, because Ginny and Harry had both snapped at the same instant.
" Eat slugs Malfoy!" Ginny had screamed, taking a lesson from her brother, although her spell was actually effective on the victim, not the caster.
Meanwhile, Harry had yelled "Victoria's Secretio!" and Malfoy was suddenly ambushed by every pair of underwear he owned.
Harry was a little nervous when he saw that a few of Malfoy's underwear were quite lacy, and resolved to pity him more than usual, since he obviously had a few identity problems. Back in detention, Harry found he was having quite a good time with little Ginny. They both had been laughing non-stop all night, and were almost finished with the dungeon cleaning. Harry found he didn't want the night to end, he wanted to stay forever with Ginny, just the two of them laughing, protected from the rest of the world. He hadn't thought of Voldemort or Sirius all evening and was pleasantly surprised to find that Ginny had this effect on him, a very calming effect. After every move she made he noticed how the different shades of light caught her hair and made it shine. Some would say her hair was red, but Harry knew better; it was millions of different colors, each one showing itself whenever she turned. She had a great smile; he knew that after the hours of laughter they were going through. Just then she waved a hand in front of his face.
"Harry?" she asked. "Are you ok?"
Harry didn't quite know how to answer, considering his face was inches from Ginny's, and that was enough to make him lose shred of rational thought. She stared at him, either wondering if she needed to put him in a padded cell or feeling the same way he did. The moment was interrupted when Professor McGonagall came into the room next door very noisily, indicating that perhaps she'd had too much pumpkin juice at dinner. For the rest of the year, Harry and Ginny avoided each other……………
Harry sighed again. Why on earth did McGonagall feel the need to come get them at that exact moment?! If only she had waited ten or fifteen minutes, who knows what could have happened? He might be writing to Ginny right at this very moment, love letters filled with sap! "Wait a minute," Harry thought. "Why don't I write to Ginny? I mean, what's the harm? No one will suspect a thing." After those encouraging thoughts, Harry got through dinner much easier. In fact, it seemed to fly by quickly. Too quickly for Harry's taste. He was feeling a bit nervous. Actually, a bit was an understatement, probably the understatement of the year. After dinner, Harry trudged up to his room, nervous, but determined.
Dear Ginny, …………………