You and me
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Once again, Harry Potter is not mine. I asked for him for Christmas and I didn't get him. However, I did get lots of fun Harry Potter stuff. The story Mathilda isn't mine, either. Wow, I own practically nothing, huh?
Ginny mumbled a mild curse as she barely missed Peeves' notice. 'I should have asked Harry for his invisibility cloak,' she thought. Sighing, she tiptoed out of her hiding spot when it seemed the coast was clear.
If truth were told, she was worried about Harry. He had been quiet ever since the school year started. He hadn't been sleeping on a regular basis. And so far, there has been no adventures, or even nighttime wanderings. The thing that worried her most of all was the fact that he seemed to be furthering himself away from Ron and Hermione. Of course, Harry had become closer to her. He seemed to trust her and, wonders of wonders, she managed to hold her blushes around him. Her embarrassing crush on him was long gone, but she knew that it had grown to something stronger. Naturally, she'd never tell him that.
Ginny was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mrs. Norris until she was running to get Filch. Ginny felt a chill run down her back; she had never gotten a detention before, and she had heard horror stories from Fred and George. They could have exaggerated, as they normally do, but even Harry had mentioned one detention he had in the Forbidden Forest and the one with gasp! Professor Lockhart.
"Where, my pet?" Merlin, Filch was creepy. Quickly, Ginny hid behind a stone gargoyle, hoping Filch wouldn't notice her. However, her hopes were dashed away when the gargoyle moved and she let a squeak.
"Miss Weasley?" Great! It was Professor Dumbledore. She just had to hide the entrance to the headmaster's office, didn't she? And he just had to come out of it, didn't he. She was in serious trouble. Suddenly, Filch was upon him.
"Ah ha! I see you've caught a student out of bed!" Filch seemed overly pleased to pass out detentions.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it would seem so. Why don't you and your lovely cat (AN: I thought Filch only had Mrs. Norris as a cat. Heh heh.) run along and I'll take care of her." Filch nodded, then sulked off, obviously disappointed in being unable to see the fear in a student's face for as long as possible.
Ginny looked up at Dumbledore, awaiting her lecture and/or detention. However, she was surprised to notice his eyes were twinkling as is he was greatly amused. "I would be a hypocrite if I gave you a detention." At her confused look he merely asked, "Kitchens?"
They were walking towards the kitchens when Ginny couldn't help but ask, "Why are you going to the kitchens?" She figured he had important business with the house elves or something.
He chuckled. "I was going to eat dinner, but I do believe it tried to jump up off my plate and bite me on the nose." He tapped the mentioned facial feature and Ginny giggled. It seemed nobody liked the dinner tonight.
They reached the portrait of the fruit and Ginny, after a moment's hesitation, reached up and gently scratched the pear. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to know this trick and she didn't want to get in trouble for it. She felt better when she noticed that the Professor was smiling down at her. "Ah, I noticed you learned that invaluable secret. I suppose it was your twin brothers who told you?"
She shook her head. "Actually, it was Harry." She couldn't be sure, but she thought that he looked amused by this piece of information.
Once they were settled with their nighttime meals, Ginny with tomato soup and Professor Dumbledore with two meatloaf sandwiches, Dumbledore spoke to her. "Something on your mind, Miss Weasley, besides your soup?"
Ginny sighed. Why was it that the old wizard seemed to know everything? She dipped her spoon into the red liquid but didn't bring a spoonful to her lips. She really didn't know what to say. "I.I guess I'm just." Why was she so nervous in confiding in him? It wasn't like he was Snape that would yell at her for being sentimental. Maybe she felt that talking about him to anyone would make him upset. She knew how much he hated people fussing over him.
Once again, Dumbledore seemed to have an endless supply of knowledge. "Worried about Harry?" Ginny nodded, continuing to stare into her soup. Why was it that the fact that Harry owned her heart so obvious to everyone? Everyone except Harry, of course, thank Merlin. How awkward that would be. She didn't think their friendship would survive if he knew. He wouldn't know how to act around her; afraid to hurt her feelings or lead her on. Not to mention his uncertainly in relationships.
She stole a glance at her headmaster. He was looking at her with patient eyes and a kind smile playing on his lips. It was no wonder Hagrid and Harry were so loyal to him. He inspired trust and you knew that you could tell him anything. Still, it was difficult. "I know how Harry feels about the events of the Triwizard tournament, and, well." She honestly didn't know how to say it. However, she knew that it was a delicate subject for Harry and she should treat it as such.
Dumbledore seemed to understand what she meant. He nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I do believe that you should ponder your thoughts and talk to him about it. I must confess that I am slightly worried about young Mr. Potter myself. He trusts me, I know, but I feel that you are the only that can reach him. Don't look so surprised, now. Your friendship may be new, but I believe he trust you above all others. Above me, above his godfather, beyond even Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger." At her shocked expression, the amused twinkle was back in his eyes. "You may not know it, he may not even know it, but I know it to be true. I am very wise, after all." Ginny suppressed a chuckle despite the serious conversation. Spoken from anyone from him, the last comment would have sounded vain. However, it was Dumbledore.
"Now, I will leave you to finish your soup." With that, Dumbledore left the kitchens and Ginny. She knew that he really left, not to let her finish her meal, but to let all that he said sink in. She supposed that it could be true. She shook her head. Whether it was true or not, however, she had to talk to Harry. She couldn't just let her worry eat at her and Harry's supposed guilt eat at him. With her mind made up, she got up and left.
She discovered Dumbledore waiting for her. "I shall escort you back to your common room, Ms. Weasley, lest Mr. Filch is still lurking around." She smiled. They walked in silence until they reached the Fat Lady. Before Ginny could say the password, Dumbledore turned to her and looked at her seriously. "Ginny," She blinked. He had never called her by her first name before. "I want you to remember something. Even heroes need someone. And Ginny, Harry needs you."
She nodded, not trusting her voice. However, she couldn't help but notice and comment on something, although it sounded stupid at a time like this. "You didn't eat your second sandwich." Indeed, the second meatloaf sandwich was in his hand. Merlin, what a dumb remark.
He looked at it absently. "It's for Fawkes." He shrugged. "You wouldn't believe how hungry rising from your own ashes makes you." She smiled, but when he started to walk away, she had to once again suppress a laugh. Instead of shoes, he was wearing fuzzy pink slippers with purple polka dots. That wizard was wise, yes, but he was also slightly insane. Snape wouldn't be caught dead in those slippers and perhaps that was why everyone liked Dumbledore.
She turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady and felt nerves creep upon her once again. She shook her head to somehow clear her doubts and looked up at the painting. "Mimblewimble." The portrait swung open and she could have sworn she heard the Fat Lady mutter something along the lines of "never should have taken Dumbledore's suggestion for that password."
Ginny climbed into the common room and Harry noticed her entry. He stood up and looked at her. The firelight danced off his hair and glasses, though she could still his brilliant green eyes. "Hello, Harry." Great, now she was even more nervous.
"Hello, Ginny. You wanted to talk to me?" Something about his voice relaxed her and she knew that she could talk to him about anything. She usually could. Sometimes, when neither could sleep, they'd stay up and talk to each other about nothing and everything. They would fall asleep together and she wouldn't have nightmares about Tom and she knew he wouldn't have nightmares about that night in the graveyard when he rose again to power. She called him Tom because that's how she saw him ever since the incident with the Chamber of Secrets. Besides, he seemed less frightening if she called him that. Also, Harry tended to call him that too. Naturally, she got up and left before Ron found out. Ron would probably kill Harry if he found out and took things the wrong way, despite their strong friendship.
"Yes, please, sit down. It.it might take a while." Harry waited until she crossed the room and sat down on the couch before sitting down himself and looking at her expectantly.
AN: heh. Another day, another chapter! Six pages, that's a lot for me. Horray! The thing with the password was the fact that in the first book, I was always greatly amused when I read the part when Hagrid scares Uncle Vernon. Heh. Well, I'd like to give thanks to all those who reviewed! So, here we go:
Whitetail: Thank you so much! You were the first person to review and inspired me for this chapter. So I guess you helped this thing along! Thanks bunchies! It gave me the giggles. Like five minutes after I posted the chapter, I got your review. It made me very happy. I'm looking forward to your story as well.
Meguin: Pickles! Heh! Thanks for reading anyway, even if you didn't know what it was about. You're kinda clueless, anyway. Heh. Just kidding. Don't worry, people. I'm not being mean, I just know her. Heh, heh. Pickles. Pickles are yummy. Especially on turkey sandwiches!
Punkin: Thanks for the suggestions. The problem is, I've tried to make it so it's not so bulky, but I guess I'm dumb cause I keep screwing it up. Ah well, I guess I'll have to take what I can get. Thanks again!
Good ol' pal: Thanks for reading, even though you don't read Harry Potter. I don't think you do, anyway. I know, I know, people, gasp! I know her too, in case you're wondering. Isn't that sad? About half of my reviews came from people I know. And I made this one read it. Heh.
Angelhitomi: Horray! You read and reviewed! This makes me happy. I was ever so pleased. And what a nice review too! It made me smile. I'm sure I'll continue to like your story. Well, here's the next chapter, so back, Timmain, back! Snakes are scary! Heh! Now, you update or I'll sic, uh, um.I'll sic Dumbledore's fuzzy pink with purple polka dots slippers on you! Heh heh!
Random Harry Potter thing: You know you're obessesed with Harry Potter when you see a big black dog and immediately think Sirius Black/Padfoot/Snuffles. (Well, he was really, really big. Came to my knees. Sweet looking though. My mum thinks I'm sick, what do you think?)
Well, see you later!
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Once again, Harry Potter is not mine. I asked for him for Christmas and I didn't get him. However, I did get lots of fun Harry Potter stuff. The story Mathilda isn't mine, either. Wow, I own practically nothing, huh?
Ginny mumbled a mild curse as she barely missed Peeves' notice. 'I should have asked Harry for his invisibility cloak,' she thought. Sighing, she tiptoed out of her hiding spot when it seemed the coast was clear.
If truth were told, she was worried about Harry. He had been quiet ever since the school year started. He hadn't been sleeping on a regular basis. And so far, there has been no adventures, or even nighttime wanderings. The thing that worried her most of all was the fact that he seemed to be furthering himself away from Ron and Hermione. Of course, Harry had become closer to her. He seemed to trust her and, wonders of wonders, she managed to hold her blushes around him. Her embarrassing crush on him was long gone, but she knew that it had grown to something stronger. Naturally, she'd never tell him that.
Ginny was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mrs. Norris until she was running to get Filch. Ginny felt a chill run down her back; she had never gotten a detention before, and she had heard horror stories from Fred and George. They could have exaggerated, as they normally do, but even Harry had mentioned one detention he had in the Forbidden Forest and the one with gasp! Professor Lockhart.
"Where, my pet?" Merlin, Filch was creepy. Quickly, Ginny hid behind a stone gargoyle, hoping Filch wouldn't notice her. However, her hopes were dashed away when the gargoyle moved and she let a squeak.
"Miss Weasley?" Great! It was Professor Dumbledore. She just had to hide the entrance to the headmaster's office, didn't she? And he just had to come out of it, didn't he. She was in serious trouble. Suddenly, Filch was upon him.
"Ah ha! I see you've caught a student out of bed!" Filch seemed overly pleased to pass out detentions.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it would seem so. Why don't you and your lovely cat (AN: I thought Filch only had Mrs. Norris as a cat. Heh heh.) run along and I'll take care of her." Filch nodded, then sulked off, obviously disappointed in being unable to see the fear in a student's face for as long as possible.
Ginny looked up at Dumbledore, awaiting her lecture and/or detention. However, she was surprised to notice his eyes were twinkling as is he was greatly amused. "I would be a hypocrite if I gave you a detention." At her confused look he merely asked, "Kitchens?"
They were walking towards the kitchens when Ginny couldn't help but ask, "Why are you going to the kitchens?" She figured he had important business with the house elves or something.
He chuckled. "I was going to eat dinner, but I do believe it tried to jump up off my plate and bite me on the nose." He tapped the mentioned facial feature and Ginny giggled. It seemed nobody liked the dinner tonight.
They reached the portrait of the fruit and Ginny, after a moment's hesitation, reached up and gently scratched the pear. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to know this trick and she didn't want to get in trouble for it. She felt better when she noticed that the Professor was smiling down at her. "Ah, I noticed you learned that invaluable secret. I suppose it was your twin brothers who told you?"
She shook her head. "Actually, it was Harry." She couldn't be sure, but she thought that he looked amused by this piece of information.
Once they were settled with their nighttime meals, Ginny with tomato soup and Professor Dumbledore with two meatloaf sandwiches, Dumbledore spoke to her. "Something on your mind, Miss Weasley, besides your soup?"
Ginny sighed. Why was it that the old wizard seemed to know everything? She dipped her spoon into the red liquid but didn't bring a spoonful to her lips. She really didn't know what to say. "I.I guess I'm just." Why was she so nervous in confiding in him? It wasn't like he was Snape that would yell at her for being sentimental. Maybe she felt that talking about him to anyone would make him upset. She knew how much he hated people fussing over him.
Once again, Dumbledore seemed to have an endless supply of knowledge. "Worried about Harry?" Ginny nodded, continuing to stare into her soup. Why was it that the fact that Harry owned her heart so obvious to everyone? Everyone except Harry, of course, thank Merlin. How awkward that would be. She didn't think their friendship would survive if he knew. He wouldn't know how to act around her; afraid to hurt her feelings or lead her on. Not to mention his uncertainly in relationships.
She stole a glance at her headmaster. He was looking at her with patient eyes and a kind smile playing on his lips. It was no wonder Hagrid and Harry were so loyal to him. He inspired trust and you knew that you could tell him anything. Still, it was difficult. "I know how Harry feels about the events of the Triwizard tournament, and, well." She honestly didn't know how to say it. However, she knew that it was a delicate subject for Harry and she should treat it as such.
Dumbledore seemed to understand what she meant. He nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I do believe that you should ponder your thoughts and talk to him about it. I must confess that I am slightly worried about young Mr. Potter myself. He trusts me, I know, but I feel that you are the only that can reach him. Don't look so surprised, now. Your friendship may be new, but I believe he trust you above all others. Above me, above his godfather, beyond even Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger." At her shocked expression, the amused twinkle was back in his eyes. "You may not know it, he may not even know it, but I know it to be true. I am very wise, after all." Ginny suppressed a chuckle despite the serious conversation. Spoken from anyone from him, the last comment would have sounded vain. However, it was Dumbledore.
"Now, I will leave you to finish your soup." With that, Dumbledore left the kitchens and Ginny. She knew that he really left, not to let her finish her meal, but to let all that he said sink in. She supposed that it could be true. She shook her head. Whether it was true or not, however, she had to talk to Harry. She couldn't just let her worry eat at her and Harry's supposed guilt eat at him. With her mind made up, she got up and left.
She discovered Dumbledore waiting for her. "I shall escort you back to your common room, Ms. Weasley, lest Mr. Filch is still lurking around." She smiled. They walked in silence until they reached the Fat Lady. Before Ginny could say the password, Dumbledore turned to her and looked at her seriously. "Ginny," She blinked. He had never called her by her first name before. "I want you to remember something. Even heroes need someone. And Ginny, Harry needs you."
She nodded, not trusting her voice. However, she couldn't help but notice and comment on something, although it sounded stupid at a time like this. "You didn't eat your second sandwich." Indeed, the second meatloaf sandwich was in his hand. Merlin, what a dumb remark.
He looked at it absently. "It's for Fawkes." He shrugged. "You wouldn't believe how hungry rising from your own ashes makes you." She smiled, but when he started to walk away, she had to once again suppress a laugh. Instead of shoes, he was wearing fuzzy pink slippers with purple polka dots. That wizard was wise, yes, but he was also slightly insane. Snape wouldn't be caught dead in those slippers and perhaps that was why everyone liked Dumbledore.
She turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady and felt nerves creep upon her once again. She shook her head to somehow clear her doubts and looked up at the painting. "Mimblewimble." The portrait swung open and she could have sworn she heard the Fat Lady mutter something along the lines of "never should have taken Dumbledore's suggestion for that password."
Ginny climbed into the common room and Harry noticed her entry. He stood up and looked at her. The firelight danced off his hair and glasses, though she could still his brilliant green eyes. "Hello, Harry." Great, now she was even more nervous.
"Hello, Ginny. You wanted to talk to me?" Something about his voice relaxed her and she knew that she could talk to him about anything. She usually could. Sometimes, when neither could sleep, they'd stay up and talk to each other about nothing and everything. They would fall asleep together and she wouldn't have nightmares about Tom and she knew he wouldn't have nightmares about that night in the graveyard when he rose again to power. She called him Tom because that's how she saw him ever since the incident with the Chamber of Secrets. Besides, he seemed less frightening if she called him that. Also, Harry tended to call him that too. Naturally, she got up and left before Ron found out. Ron would probably kill Harry if he found out and took things the wrong way, despite their strong friendship.
"Yes, please, sit down. It.it might take a while." Harry waited until she crossed the room and sat down on the couch before sitting down himself and looking at her expectantly.
AN: heh. Another day, another chapter! Six pages, that's a lot for me. Horray! The thing with the password was the fact that in the first book, I was always greatly amused when I read the part when Hagrid scares Uncle Vernon. Heh. Well, I'd like to give thanks to all those who reviewed! So, here we go:
Whitetail: Thank you so much! You were the first person to review and inspired me for this chapter. So I guess you helped this thing along! Thanks bunchies! It gave me the giggles. Like five minutes after I posted the chapter, I got your review. It made me very happy. I'm looking forward to your story as well.
Meguin: Pickles! Heh! Thanks for reading anyway, even if you didn't know what it was about. You're kinda clueless, anyway. Heh. Just kidding. Don't worry, people. I'm not being mean, I just know her. Heh, heh. Pickles. Pickles are yummy. Especially on turkey sandwiches!
Punkin: Thanks for the suggestions. The problem is, I've tried to make it so it's not so bulky, but I guess I'm dumb cause I keep screwing it up. Ah well, I guess I'll have to take what I can get. Thanks again!
Good ol' pal: Thanks for reading, even though you don't read Harry Potter. I don't think you do, anyway. I know, I know, people, gasp! I know her too, in case you're wondering. Isn't that sad? About half of my reviews came from people I know. And I made this one read it. Heh.
Angelhitomi: Horray! You read and reviewed! This makes me happy. I was ever so pleased. And what a nice review too! It made me smile. I'm sure I'll continue to like your story. Well, here's the next chapter, so back, Timmain, back! Snakes are scary! Heh! Now, you update or I'll sic, uh, um.I'll sic Dumbledore's fuzzy pink with purple polka dots slippers on you! Heh heh!
Random Harry Potter thing: You know you're obessesed with Harry Potter when you see a big black dog and immediately think Sirius Black/Padfoot/Snuffles. (Well, he was really, really big. Came to my knees. Sweet looking though. My mum thinks I'm sick, what do you think?)
Well, see you later!