I watch her walk into the Great Hall, her skinny and trembling appearance scaring me slightly.
Potter gives her a sympathetic look which she discards.
Thomas looks at her; she visibly shrinks under his scrutiny.
"Please… not now…" she whispers
What does she mean by that? I'm a trained Legilimens. A song is going through her head again and she's mentally singing once again.
I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure
Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one
When he reads this I'm hoping he'll call
But I need much more than before
I need positive reactions whenever I'm downWhat do those words mean? They have to mean something.
Because I'm sure so sure
that its heaven knocking on my door
sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found
She flinches as Thomas touches her arm.
Potter touches her hand and she looks at him. She doesn't flinch.
What's the difference between Thomas and Potter?
Why hasn't Weasel-bee said anything?
Surely he couldn't be more interested in his food than his sister?
It isn't a game so don't play hard to get
(Tired of running after you)
There's no connections holding us down (down)
isn't it a shame it never happened
though still here we are the second time round
It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible
It's gotta be right for love
She whispers something to Thomas. He reluctantly lets her go and she runs out of the Hall as fast as she could, the thought at that moment running through her mind was "Don't hurt me. I need to get out."
I push the clingy Pansy Parkinson off me and run out after her. What does she mean by all these thoughts and songs? Damn women are confusing.
"Weasley!" I call out.
She winces visibly and freezes. She quickly composes herself and turns to face me.
"What?" she asks. I hear the fear.
"You can't keep your guard up Weasley?" I flinch at the harsh tone in my own voice, so does she…
"I-I'm sorry…" she stammers.
"Don't be. What happens?" I ask.
Sure so sure
That it's heaven knocking on my door
Sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found"Nothing." She says.
"Wea- Ginny." I say gently. I walk to her slowly. Her head bends, her auburn hair falling in a gentle copper curtain around her face.
I put a hand under her chin. She looks up at me. I can FEEL the fear coming from her never mind SEE it.
"You don't have to live in fear of what would happen every time you opened your eyes or breathed. I can help you. I WANT to help you." I tell her gently.
"Why are you here? Talking to me? Offering help?" she asks.
"Cause no-one deserves that type of life. Not even you. Heck not even Granger" I tell her, grinning.
"You should smile more often." She giggles.
"Speak for yourself. I finally see that adorable ghost of a smile I haven't seen since you started with Thomas." I tell her. Normally, if someone told me I should smile more often, I would tell them where to get off. But with her it's different… I don't know why.
Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin'
Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin'
Of you love, yeah yeah
Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it
Findin', breathin', bracin', breedin'
With you girl
It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible
It's gotta be right for loveI hear the song in her mind again.
"You have a good singing voice." I tell her.
"Was that you? In the Choir Tower? The one who touched me?" she asks.
"What's the point in lying to you?" I say smiling. "Yeah that was me."
"Oh…" she says blushing.
"What's wrong?" I ask her gently.
"I thought it was someone from Gryffindor." She smiles.
Cause I'm sure so sure
That it's heaven knocking on my door
Sure so sure so baby come on inside
Need you so much more and more each time we touch
Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found"Don't be embarrassed." I tell her smiling.
Sh looks around making sure we're the only ones standing in the corridor. "I'll tell you what goes on. Promise me you won't say anything to anyone, or do anything."
"I can promise not to say anything, I'll try my best not to do anything." I tell her.
"Ok. Can we go somewhere that no-one will find us or hear us?" she asks.
"Yeah." I say and we walk to the Room of Requirement.
You guessed it, the song's Sure by Take That, there for, me no own