A/N: If you think you've seen this before, you
might have; it's a repost in which the errors that I made (sorry!!!) in the
last post are fixed (and it is NOT violating any ff.n rules, thank you very
much. I took down the previous version
of the story). Thanks to lupin and
Arabella for the beta reading :) Both
of you are great.
Daydream
"Hi
Ginny," Harry Potter said as he passed Ginny Weasley, who was sitting in a
chair in the Gryffindor common room...no, at an empty table in The Leaky
Cauldron, sipping pumpkin juice. For no
particular reason, she was wearing beautiful blue robes that were enchanted to
sparkle - wait, they were silver - and her hair was curled to perfection.
"Hello,
Harry," Ginny replied, though that wasn't really what she said. She really said, "So, the famous Harry
Potter has decided to speak with the common folk?" and flashed a playful,
winning smile. No, it could have been
misconstrued as mean if she had said that. She really just smiled sweetly and said, "Hi."
"Mind
if I sit here?" Harry asked, suddenly in something more formal than the
traditional Hogwarts garments. His robes
were still black, however, Ginny noticed as her eyes traveled from his stomach
to his chest, and finally to his eyes, where they stayed for a moment before
she turned nervously away...rather, before he turned nervously away, because he
was the nervous and worried one.
"Harry,
of course you can sit down," Ginny replied with interest. She proceeded to ask, "Whatever is the
matter?" for it was obvious that something was troubling the person (the
very cute person) in front of her. Ginny could barely keep herself from melting at the mere sight of him,
but she was doing a brilliant job of covering it up, and he had no idea of her
true feelings, of course.
"Well,"
Harry began, his luscious green eyes virtual pools of deep thought beneath his
glasses, his beautiful glasses.
"There's
something I've been wanting to say to you for a long time, but I just don't
know how to begin..." Harry trailed off, and looked deep into her eyes, her
soul - no, he did not do that. He
looked down at the table because, as aforementioned, he was nervous and
worried, and also because exhibiting his nervousness and worrying made him all
the more attractive.
"Oh,
Harry, you can tell me anything," Ginny replied with a definite air of
both empathy and sophistication (for she was, after all, utterly beautiful and
intelligent and cultured and sophisticated and etc).
"Well,"
Harry began (except Harry Potter was not even remotely repetitive, so, in
actuality, he began with, "You see"), "I don't think I can do
this with words..."
Ginny
looked surprised and confused. What on
earth was he trying to tell her?
"...so
I wrote this song last night."
Harry
abruptly rose from his seat and walked out of Ginny's line of vision; Ginny
turned in her chair to watch Harry as he climbed up the stairs to the stage
that had been left from some stupid concert or other (or wait, even better, he
had planned the whole thing with the stage and the lights and the music, which
were dimming and playing, respectively, as Ginny stared, awestruck at the scene
in front of her).
"Oh
Ginny, I love you,
Lalalalalalalala...
I
love you, lalalala...
You're
my dream, lalalalala...
I
will love you until I die,
and
after, lalalalalala..."
She
was silent as she watched Harry, whose eyes were closed in passionate concentration,
crooning the gorgeous ballad into the microphone. She could tell that he was singing from his heart, and this
realization caused hers to beat extraordinarily fast. Once he was finished (to the applause of the extremely large
crowd of students that had witnessed everything), he walked over to her, bent
down on one knee, looked deep into her eyes - her soul (now was the
appropriate time for such interaction) - and said,
"Ginny
Weasley, will you marry me?"
Ginny
looked down to see that he had offered her the most beautiful engagement ring
she had ever seen. Her heart stopped...
"Wait,
what about Voldemort?" she asked reservedly, knowing full well that
Voldemort had returned the year before. Though Harry had seemingly defeated Voldermort and saved the school,
there was still a slight chance that he could come back again, and she thought
it might present a problem in their relationship if he were to do so and kill
one or both of them.
"Oh,
pfft," Harry replied, laughing and shaking his head. "I killed him for good ages ago."
Suddenly,
the last few lines of dialogue had never happened!
Once
he was finished singing the heavenly song (to the applause of the extremely large crowd of students that had
gathered there and witnessed everything), he walked over to her, bent down on
one knee, looked deep into her eyes - her soul - and said,
"Ginny
Weasley, will you marry me?"
Ginny
looked down to see that he had offered her the most beautiful engagement ring
she had ever seen. Her heart stopped...
"But,
we're too young! I'm 11, and you're 12
- "
"No,
you're 18 and I'm 19, silly," Harry laughed, brushing her hair back behind
her ear. Ginny shivered pleasantly at
his touch.
"Oh,
of course," she giggled, and then went back in time so that the proposal
could happen properly.
Once
he was finished singing the heavenly song (to the applause of the extremely large crowd of students that had
gathered and witnessed everything), he walked over to her, bent down on one
knee, looked deep into her eyes - her soul - and said,
"Ginny
Weasley, will you marry me?"
Ginny
looked down to see that he had offered her the most beautiful engagement ring
she had ever seen. Her heart stopped...
"Yes,
Harry, yes!" she cried, suddenly clad in beautiful wedding robes; when she
gave him a closer look, she happily noticed that he was wearing the appropriate
groom attire. They walked hand in hand
to the church that was conveniently located inside of The Leaky Cauldron, where
a minister was waiting, Bible in hand. The large audience to Harry's song became the spectators at her
wedding. She could see her mother in
the front row, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Do
you, Harry, take this woman to be your wife?"
"I
do," Harry responded, looking deep into her eyes with an expression that
she knew she would treasure as the years went by.
"And
do you, Ginny, take this man to be your husband?"
"I
do," she replied firmly, without hesitation, her eyes not moving from
those of her almost-husband.
"I
now pronounce you husband and wife!" the preacher proclaimed, continuing
on with the words that Ginny had been hungering for: "You may now kiss the
bride."
Ginny
moved in toward Harry, her love, her dream. He, in turn, was leaning his face in toward hers. Her pulse quickened, and she began to close
her eyes...through her eyelashes, she saw him do the same...her lips moved into
the appropriate kissing shape...she could feel the touch of his hand on her
cheek...she could feel his breath on her face...and then...
"Ms.
Weasley, may I ask what you find so moving in these notes? I don't recall being induced to sigh
lovingly when I planned them!"
Ginny
sat up straight and didn't answer, a guilty look in her eyes.
"A
point from Gryffindor for daydreaming. Now, continuing on with the Transfiguration of an almond into a robin's
egg..."
Ginny
slumped back in her chair and forlornly resumed her note taking. She had lost a point from her house. Though, she thought, some things
are worth it...
If
Harry Potter were real, I bet he'd review.