Chapter 2 Chapter 2
It was about 6:30 on a Saturday morning and the sun had just risen and cast it's light onto the castle.
(Ginny's POV)
Ginny walked into the Common room with the kind of determined look a person on fear factor would have, once being told that they had to eat a bucket of worms.
"Oh Crap" she muttered as she saw Harry coming down from his dorm. 'I should probably ask him now while no one is here' She thought, glancing around the empty room.
"Hello Ginny!" Harry said with a little too much enthusiasm, then caught himself and assumed an odd laid-back posture.
Ginny's mouth almost fell open when she saw him coming towards her. His hair long and messy, perfectly framing his face, which now held a smile that could kill. But those eyes! The sun that was streaming in from the window next to her seemed to make his eyes glow more than normal.
"Oh, heyy" she said after recovering herself. "how are you doing?"
(A/N: Harry's POV)
"Good" Harry gasped, taking in the sight of Ginny in a green tank top and jean mini skirt. 'It should be illegal for a girl to look that good' he thought 'how's a guy supposed to think when that's standing right in front of him?'. His eyes glanced over her figure again which had become much more curvy then he remembered.
"Um…..Harry Well I was wondering if, well, you know, well, you see……..um…." Ginny hesitated to try to find the right words.
This was weird. Ginny was usually very confident and outspoken. It was himself that was more commonly known as the shyer one.
Was Ginny trying to ask him out! Harry's heart pounded harder than ever. 'Wait, isn't the guy supposed to ask the girl? It would be wicked lame if she asked me'. Harry thought confidently.
Harry was about to ask her when he realized what he was doing and then he was too at a loss for words. He'd never been very good at this stuff.
"Ginny" He managed to get out "Would you like to go out with me?"
A look of panic rushed over Harry's face. What if she said no? Harry stared intently at his shoes, pretending to be interested in them. His hands had become sweaty and he wiped them on his jeans while he continued to look down.
He was staring so intently at his shoes that he didn't see Ginny advancing toward him. He only realized her presence when she about 2 feet away from him.
"I'd love to" she whispered to him with a sexy half-smile on her face. She winked at him, then glided up to the Girls Dorm. Harry could have sworn her heard a little "YESSSS!" as she walked up the stairs. He smiled at this, then ran up to his own dorm to tell Ron.
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(Ron's POV)
"Bloody essay" I muttered to myself. "Snape should go die in a hole".
"RON!!" I heard Harry scream from the hallway.
"WHAT??" I screamed back. I really wasn't in the mood to exert any energy at all, and last I checked, movement required a lot of it.
Harry burst in the room grinning from ear to ear.
"Ron…she...say…thing…out…ask…yes…Ginny!" Harry sputtered out taking large gasps of air between each word. It looked like he had sprinted all the way up the stairs. All 462 of them. Yes, I've counted.
"What?" I asked, looking at Harry with an expression of utter confusement.
"Asked…I…Ginny…Yes!" Harry said and then stopped to think of a coherent sentence.
"I asked Ginny out and she said yes!" Harry finally said with a proud look on his face. His shoulders were pulled back, and his head held up high.
"Oh, that's great mate!" I said trying to sound enthusiastic but it came out sounding sarcastic.
Harry hadn't heard my last statement though, because he was too busy being excited. He jumped up and down, shouted and did his 'Harry Dance', which just about scared me for life.
"I'm happy for you, Harry! But could you please be excited somewhere else? I've got to do this and it's taking me forever!" I said with a large yawn that I didn't even attempt to cover.
"Oh never mind, I'll just go to the library" I mumbled as Harry still celebrated by making silent "Cha-ching" motions.
I shuffled across the cold wooden floor, put my slippers on and passed Dean on my way out. I could hear Harry excitedly talking about how he got the "hottest girl in the school" on my way down. Ew. I hated when they talked about my sister like that.
I looked down at myself. Oh Joy. Still in my nice little stripped PJs. Ug, oh well. Who's going to be up now anyway?
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Library:
(Hermione's POV)
"Well, I got this weeks homework done" hermione said to herself as she closed an extremely large brown book. She scooped up her parchment and quills and started for the door.
She loved the library in the morning. It was so peaceful and quite, and it gave her an unexplainable feeling of freedom. The kind you get on the last day of school and realize that the next 2 months are all to yourself. She closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet warm air as if someone was baking cookies.
BAM
Oops! She had accidentally hit someone head on and had fallen back onto the ground. By the sound of it the other person had caught themselves on all fours so that they wouldn't land on her.
"Stupid, Mudblood!" Sneered a cold icy voice.
Hermione lifted her head to find Malfoy's face unnaturally close to hers. Bow-chica-wow-wow. When did he get hott?
"Oh! Malfoy!" She had not expected him to be there.
He hovered there for a moment looking at her as though he was seeing right through her eyes and into her soul. Although his eyes were bright, they seemed deep. Portraying some emotion that she couldn't quite translate.
"Oh sorry Hermione" He said and (to her disappointment) got up. He extended a hand out to her. She, however, got up by herself.
'It's Malfoy, he'd probably just drop me after I was halfway up.' She thought.
They were old enemies. Everyone knew that. But somehow, right now it seemed as though this wasn't the Malfoy she hated. Ha! What a silly idea. Malfoy will be Malfoy will be Malfoy. There's no changing that. What's so special about the 6th year that things would change? Nothing. Exactly.
Once she had stood up she looked around her for her books. She had dropped them when she ran into Malfoy. 'I could have sworn they were….'
"Looking for these?" Malfoy asked. She spun around to look at him and sure enough, he was holding her books.
"Give them back Malfoy!" She glared at him. He'd always been stealing her stuff, and forced her to do embarrassing things to get them back. She remember the one time she had to ask Professor McGonagall how her sex life was doing to get her transfiguration homework back.
"Whoa, calm down, I was just picking them up for you." He said, slightly taken aback by her anger.
He gave the books to her with a hott little smile on his face. "See you around Granger" he said swiping her sleeve on his way past. Dam he smelled good. "Ya… See you" She called after him.
'Ok, I'm confused'
(Same thing Ron Style)
I walked down the familiar hallways feeling very comfortable in my soft Pajamas. I yawned again, once again not caring if I showed my molars off to the world. The hallway was deserted anyway, which was expected of coarse. Man, I really need something to wake me up.
I was almost at the library when I heard some, er, noises. "Oh!Malfoy!" a girl gasped. Dammit dammit dammit. I really don't want to see anything like this, especially if Malfoy's involved. I hoped that they were further on and that I could slip into the library unnoticed, when I saw them. Malfoy was literally on top of some girl right at the door to the library. OH come on! Can't he control himself long enough to find a room?? What a man whore.
I turned to leave, but something caught my attention. I peeped my head back around the corner. OMFG! Is that Hermione?! What? Who? When? And WHY?! I quickly hid on the other side of the corner so as not to be seen. It sounded like they were starting to get up. Oh man! I have to get out of here! I ran as fast and silently as I could in the other direction. After about 10 minuets I was very tired and was quite sure that I was as far away from them as I could possibly be. I went into one of the empty classrooms and sat down on top of one of the desks.
I stared blankly at the chalkboard in front of me with yesterdays history assignment written on it. Since when did they start going out? I thought Hermione hated him! But I know for a fact that she does! We were all dissing him yesterday around the fire in the common room.
I put my head into my hands, making me feel more secure. After a while I looked up.
My worst enemy just stole my girl.
