Disclaimer: Hmm...I think we all know who wrote the books, the legendary JK Rowling. All characters (including my vile mystery man) are hers. The story line is mine though **grins**
AN: This is R/Hr, Harry/? and Ginny/?, but it's not a happy couple with Ginny. Something's scared her, and with onle Hermione suspicious and Ginny refusing to talk, no one will know that someone is sneaking into her room at night, and haunting her dreams...
Ginny glanced up as Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped out of the fireplace. She grabbed her book and fled from the room, earning queried glances from all three
"What's with her?" asked Harry in astonishment
"Dunno." replied Ron. "She was alright at school."
"She doesn'ts still have a crush on me does she?"
Hermione growled
Honestly, you males are so self centered. Why does everything have to be about you?!" She stalked off huffily after Ginny, and the boys gave each other a knowing look.
"PMS."
Hermione knocked softly on Ginny's door.
"Are you ok hon?" she called. Ginny started at the sound of her voice. Why did she have to stick her nose in?
"Yeah. Come on in." Ginny said quietly. Hermione pushed the door open and entered.
"I'm really ok Herm, I just didn't want to hang around for Fred and George to get here." Hermione smiled.
"Well, you don't have to worry. Fred and George are at Lee's place for the summer." She heard Ginny sigh in relief. It must be tough, she thought, to be the youngest of seven, and a girl no less. "See you at dinner, ok?" Ginny smiled, and Hermione trotted out the door.
Ginny sighed again in desperation. Fred and George gone? Now she had no excuse to escape the house, and the gaze or...of _him_. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name anymore.
"So, Harry, how's life with Lavemder?" teased Hermione. Harry blushed the this reference to his romantic vetnures earlier that year.
"Come on, it was only one kiss. I'm surprised you could tear your eyes - or should I say lips - from Ron long enought to notice. Now it was Hermione and Ron's turn to blush.
"Hey, I'd better go upstairs. Pig will be mad as hell if I don't feed him soon." To their surprise, Percy apparated with a pop just in time to hear the tail end of the sentence.
"Oh, very well, I will go upstairs too." The others rolled their eyes as he followed them up the winding staircase.
Ginny heard several sets of feet pass her door, and she could pick out one pair that lingered in the hall. She began to shake as the door opened and he entered.
"So, Ginny, how was the trip here on the train?" he asked quietly.
"F-fine."
"Just fine? What are you saying? What did you do, Ginny?"
"Nothing, nothing, I swear!" Ginny squeezed her eyes closed tight as he began to approach her.
"I don't believe you, Ginny. You're lying to me, and you have to pay." He came towards her, hands outstretched in menacing claws...
"Ginny! Dinner!" Molly Weasley's voice floated up the stairs to her room. Shuddering, Ginny pulled the long sleeves of her green house robe down to cover the bruises on her arms. She winced as she touched a cut on her forehead, and muttered a quick concealment spell.
"Coming mum!" she called back cheerily. Pasting a smile on her face, she trod down the steps.
"There you are dear, I thought we'd lost you. Now, it's only pasta tonight, but that's because you're going to Diagon Alley with the others tomorrow and I need to go shopping for some more ingredients there. Ok?"
"Yes mum." said Ginny obediently.
"Well, I thought you could all stay at the Leaky Cauldron and you could all take Percy's car to King's Cross." Molly beamed at them. "Since Percy's teaching Muggle Studies this year, I think he can be trusted to drive you."
"Oh jeez mum." groaned Ron. "We have to sit in that rust bucket all the way?" He cowered under his mother's fierce glare, but continued to mutter under his breath.
It took very little time to get their school stuff in Diagon Alley, but Ginny savoured even a short moment to escape her family. She wandered up and down the street, small packages under her arm. Most of her books would be given to her from her brothers, so she only needed new writing equipment and potions ingredients. She used Hermione's christmas present to her - 5 gold galleons - to buy herself a new set of dress robes, and wandered off to Florean's for an icecream. There she met Harry, Ron and Hermione, all eating enourmous toffee sundaes.
"Really Hermione, I thought you'd be worried about what you eat now that someone's going to be looking at your body." Ginny admonished her friend.
"Oh be quiet Gin." Hermione replied as she blushed. "Anyway. I think we should get back to the Leaky Cauldron. It's almost 6:30." Harry nodded, and stood.
"Right, come on you lot. Ron, get your hands where we can see them, and no-one gets hurt." Ron blushed this time, as red as his own hair, and although he kept his hands in sight, it didn't stop him holding Hermione's.
After a fairly uneventful week at the Leaky Cauldron (aside from Ron and Hermione absconding to secluded cupboards), the four boarded the train. As soon as her trunk was stowed in the cabin, Ginny and Harry left Ron and Hermione alone...again.
"I'm going to meet the food-trolley witch, ok? You want anything?" asked Harry. Ginny shook her head. She wandered down the train, watching the trees flash past outside. A sudden clatter scared her, and she jumped, bumping open a door.
"Ooooh shit..." she whispered when she realised whose cabin she had stumbled into.
"Why hello Ginny. Back for more, are we?"
Once off the train, Ginny sullenly yanked her trunk to the waiting carriage. Hermione frowned.
"Ginny, wait up. Ginny!" but the younger girl's head stayed resolutely forward. Hermione grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"Ginny, what is up with you? You got on the train all bright and happy, now you're this...this...I don't know, but you're different." Ginny smiled miserably at her.
"It's nothing, don't worry. I'm fine." And she jumped into a carriage already containing three second years, leaving no room for her friend.
AN: This is R/Hr, Harry/? and Ginny/?, but it's not a happy couple with Ginny. Something's scared her, and with onle Hermione suspicious and Ginny refusing to talk, no one will know that someone is sneaking into her room at night, and haunting her dreams...
Ginny glanced up as Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped out of the fireplace. She grabbed her book and fled from the room, earning queried glances from all three
"What's with her?" asked Harry in astonishment
"Dunno." replied Ron. "She was alright at school."
"She doesn'ts still have a crush on me does she?"
Hermione growled
Honestly, you males are so self centered. Why does everything have to be about you?!" She stalked off huffily after Ginny, and the boys gave each other a knowing look.
"PMS."
Hermione knocked softly on Ginny's door.
"Are you ok hon?" she called. Ginny started at the sound of her voice. Why did she have to stick her nose in?
"Yeah. Come on in." Ginny said quietly. Hermione pushed the door open and entered.
"I'm really ok Herm, I just didn't want to hang around for Fred and George to get here." Hermione smiled.
"Well, you don't have to worry. Fred and George are at Lee's place for the summer." She heard Ginny sigh in relief. It must be tough, she thought, to be the youngest of seven, and a girl no less. "See you at dinner, ok?" Ginny smiled, and Hermione trotted out the door.
Ginny sighed again in desperation. Fred and George gone? Now she had no excuse to escape the house, and the gaze or...of _him_. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name anymore.
"So, Harry, how's life with Lavemder?" teased Hermione. Harry blushed the this reference to his romantic vetnures earlier that year.
"Come on, it was only one kiss. I'm surprised you could tear your eyes - or should I say lips - from Ron long enought to notice. Now it was Hermione and Ron's turn to blush.
"Hey, I'd better go upstairs. Pig will be mad as hell if I don't feed him soon." To their surprise, Percy apparated with a pop just in time to hear the tail end of the sentence.
"Oh, very well, I will go upstairs too." The others rolled their eyes as he followed them up the winding staircase.
Ginny heard several sets of feet pass her door, and she could pick out one pair that lingered in the hall. She began to shake as the door opened and he entered.
"So, Ginny, how was the trip here on the train?" he asked quietly.
"F-fine."
"Just fine? What are you saying? What did you do, Ginny?"
"Nothing, nothing, I swear!" Ginny squeezed her eyes closed tight as he began to approach her.
"I don't believe you, Ginny. You're lying to me, and you have to pay." He came towards her, hands outstretched in menacing claws...
"Ginny! Dinner!" Molly Weasley's voice floated up the stairs to her room. Shuddering, Ginny pulled the long sleeves of her green house robe down to cover the bruises on her arms. She winced as she touched a cut on her forehead, and muttered a quick concealment spell.
"Coming mum!" she called back cheerily. Pasting a smile on her face, she trod down the steps.
"There you are dear, I thought we'd lost you. Now, it's only pasta tonight, but that's because you're going to Diagon Alley with the others tomorrow and I need to go shopping for some more ingredients there. Ok?"
"Yes mum." said Ginny obediently.
"Well, I thought you could all stay at the Leaky Cauldron and you could all take Percy's car to King's Cross." Molly beamed at them. "Since Percy's teaching Muggle Studies this year, I think he can be trusted to drive you."
"Oh jeez mum." groaned Ron. "We have to sit in that rust bucket all the way?" He cowered under his mother's fierce glare, but continued to mutter under his breath.
It took very little time to get their school stuff in Diagon Alley, but Ginny savoured even a short moment to escape her family. She wandered up and down the street, small packages under her arm. Most of her books would be given to her from her brothers, so she only needed new writing equipment and potions ingredients. She used Hermione's christmas present to her - 5 gold galleons - to buy herself a new set of dress robes, and wandered off to Florean's for an icecream. There she met Harry, Ron and Hermione, all eating enourmous toffee sundaes.
"Really Hermione, I thought you'd be worried about what you eat now that someone's going to be looking at your body." Ginny admonished her friend.
"Oh be quiet Gin." Hermione replied as she blushed. "Anyway. I think we should get back to the Leaky Cauldron. It's almost 6:30." Harry nodded, and stood.
"Right, come on you lot. Ron, get your hands where we can see them, and no-one gets hurt." Ron blushed this time, as red as his own hair, and although he kept his hands in sight, it didn't stop him holding Hermione's.
After a fairly uneventful week at the Leaky Cauldron (aside from Ron and Hermione absconding to secluded cupboards), the four boarded the train. As soon as her trunk was stowed in the cabin, Ginny and Harry left Ron and Hermione alone...again.
"I'm going to meet the food-trolley witch, ok? You want anything?" asked Harry. Ginny shook her head. She wandered down the train, watching the trees flash past outside. A sudden clatter scared her, and she jumped, bumping open a door.
"Ooooh shit..." she whispered when she realised whose cabin she had stumbled into.
"Why hello Ginny. Back for more, are we?"
Once off the train, Ginny sullenly yanked her trunk to the waiting carriage. Hermione frowned.
"Ginny, wait up. Ginny!" but the younger girl's head stayed resolutely forward. Hermione grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"Ginny, what is up with you? You got on the train all bright and happy, now you're this...this...I don't know, but you're different." Ginny smiled miserably at her.
"It's nothing, don't worry. I'm fine." And she jumped into a carriage already containing three second years, leaving no room for her friend.