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"I don't think that would help, and I would just get wet too," she says while looking frightened at the prospect of getting wet.
"I see Granger. You can dish it out, ut you can't take it," I say while getting closer," I don't think that's very fair. Do you Granger?" I ask as I lunge for her. She jumps back out of my reach and starts running back to the Burrow. Woah she's fast, but I can get her. I take off and gain lots of ground. Soon I can see Hermione running and she's almost there. I kick into high gear and bolt towards her. I'm right behind her and I take a chance and grab for her wrist. I manage to get it, but it sends us flying and rolling on the grass. Hermione lands on top of me and gets somewhat wet. I look up at her and she's staring at me with an unreadable expression on her face. I start getting really uncomfortable with her staring at me and at the fact she's on top of me.
"Uh Mione," I break her out of her trance. In the dim light I think I see her blush, but I can't be sure. She gets off of me and offers me a hand to help me up. I'm reluctant, but I have to. Her hand grasp mine and the tingle sensation returns.
"Sorry Hermione. I didn't think we would fall," I apologize.
"Well I guess we're even," she says as she walks the rest of the way to the Burrow. I jog to catch up and we enter through the kitchen door.
"Oh good you two are back. I was just getting ready to call you back and... why are you girls wet?" Molly Weasley asks in a menacing tone. I know my mum probably wouldn't get mad Hermione for pushing me in the pond, but I don't want to take a chance.
"We were down by the pond and I fell in. Hermione was laughing at me, so I chased her down and hugged her to get her wet too," I lie mostly.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley if it was your fault you fell in the pond then you had no right whatsoever to get Hermione wet. I expect better behaviour from you young lady," she says in her mad mother tone. "I'm so sorry that Ginny did that Hermione dear," she says in a much softer, sweeter voice.
"It's quite alright Mrs. Weasley," Hermione replies while giving me a funny look.
"Well you girls go get changed and dried off for dinner. Ginny before that I need to talk to you," Mum says.
"Yes mum," I reply while going upstairs with Hermione. Once in my room she abruptly stops and turns around.
"Why did you take all the blame?" she asks.
"Well I know mum probably wouldn't get mad at you, but I didn't want you to get in trouble," I say. For a second I think she's mad because I lied, but instead she grabs me and pulls me into a hug.
"Um Hermione, why are you hugging me?" I ask while awkwardly patting her back.
"I just can't believe how much unlike Ron you are. If I did that to him he would automatically tell on me. I don't think Harry would though. He would probably just think it's funny and laugh it off. You though take the blame which is kind of stupid, but it's one of the most thoughtful things anyone's done for me," she tells me, while pulling back to look at me.
"I'm sure someone has done something way better than just taking the blame for something. I mean it wasn't really that big of a deal anyways. I just didn't want to see mum get mad at you for something really stupid or something," I say in disbelief.
"I guess you're right, but it was still pretty unselfish and Ron definitely wouldn't isn't like that," she says.
"Why do you keep comparing me to Ron?" I ask confused. She seems to contemplate this.
"I don't know, just because sometimes you guys act a lot a like. You're both obsessed wiht Quidditch, you definitely cannot control your anger, but you seem to have more compassion. It just surprises me sometimes," she answers.
"Um thanks, I guess. But I really don't think I'm that much like my brother. The anger thing applies to all Weasleys and I am not obsessed with Quidditch like Ron. I barely even talk about it, bt as something to fill an awkward silence, or to change the subject. But that last sentence is pretty true. Ron is an absolute git when it comes to other peoples' emotions. Believe me. I've been there," I say.
"Well sometimes you act similar. I guess I just jump to conclusions sometimes," she replies.
"Yeah I know. Like when I started Hogwarts my first year they thought I was probably going to be dumb as a brick like Ron, or a prankster like Fred and George. Turns out i was just some vulnerable little girl," I say remembering the Chamber of Secrets incident. I still occasionally have nightmares about it.
"Oh Ginny no one believes that, and no one certainly blames you for it. You know that right?" she asks.
"I guess. I mean they should have blamed me. If I had just reported it or gave it to Dumbledore or McGonagall, instead of falling into Tom's trap then we could have avoided the whole thing. And you never would have been petrified," I conclude. She begins to talk, but I cut her off. "I know you don't blame me, but I blame myself. Yes it was Lucius Malfoy's fault for putting the diary in my cauldron, but had I not fallen for the sweet talk from that stupid dream Voldemort. Ugh I hate myself for it," I say.
"Ginny quit blaming yourself. Even Dumbledore said he's a charmer and beguiling. We'll talk about this later, but we should probably get down stairs before we get in even more trouble," she says while we finish changing. We then go down stairs.
Author's Note
Yes this is short, but I have lots of stuff written out, but it's not in order. More will come. Sorry I couldn't update faster i was in Washington D.C. for a couple days and didn't have access to a computer. Typing up the next chapter as we speak so read and review and tell me what you think. Feedback is definitely appreciated. Thanks!:):):):):):)
-Sa5m
p.s. I had this on here for awhile, but the stupid error thingy and a BIG Thank you to Spectrum24 for telling me how to update! You guys should definitely go check out their stories! They are really good and I know I definitely enjoy them!:):)