Songs of A Guitarist Chapter 4, a harry potter fanfic

A lot of things had happened after Gryffindor's victory over the Quidditch Cup. One thing, perhaps, was that Harry and Ginny were now officially dating and were the hottest topic of gossips around the school. You could blame Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown for that.

It was Sunday afternoon and Harry and Ginny, Hogwart's 'cutest' couple even if the said couple don't know it yet, were making their way back from the grounds after a huge picnic prepared by the school's house elves and a very exhausting – if not, a little bit exhilarating – game of kiss chase. They slowly climbed up staircases, walked down corridors and, occasionally chased each other, their connected hands never separating until they reached they Fat Lady's portrait.

The Fat Lady was impatiently waiting for one of them to give out the password, her friend and herself was having their weekly tea party and Harry and Ginny were interrupting a very important discussion. "Hurry up and tell me the password, my friend over here is busy telling me about that cute guy over there." The Fat Lady pointed at that said portrait and flirtatiously waved at him.

Harry and Ginny, being in their own little world, didn't hear the Fat Lady until she screamed at them, "Password please!" They both looked up, faces flushed with either embarrassment or from too much laughter, and hurriedly muttered the password.

Laughter filled the Common room as Harry and Ginny entered through the portrait hole and leaving behind a very annoyed Fat Lady. Everyone else was in the Great Hall having their dinner but the couple decided to miss it, what's the point in having a picnic in the middle of afternoon if you are just going to eat again only a two hours later?

Ginny led Harry across the room and up the boys' staircase, obviously leading him to his dormitory.
"Why do you want to go in my room?" he asked. She gave him a questioning look before replying, "Don't you want me in there? Are you hiding something from me Potter?" Harry shook his head no, "But why do you want to go there in the first place?"
"Huh. Can't a girl see her boyfriend's room when she wants to?"
"Course you can. It's just that it's a little bit messy." Ginny ignored Harry's warning and before they knew it, they reached the door of the Sixth Year Boys' Dormitory.

She pushed it open and the sight that greeted her was overwhelming. Socks and clothes were scattered everywhere. On the bed, hanging from half closed drawers, draped on the windowpane and, in Ron's case, on his bed. She could even see flashes of boxers under pillows and blanket. 'Gross.' Ginny thought as she made her way through the mess towards Harry's bed. Ginny was very relieved to see that Harry's bed was not that messy but it wasn't made; the blanket was a mess at the foot of the bed and the pillows were hanging dangerously over the side of the bed. Harry's neatly made bed.
"Umm, Harry? Bachelor much?" Ginny asked as she picked up one of his boxers. It was plain black with a single snitch embroidered at one of the legs.
"Hey! Give that back…" he grabbed it and stuffed it in his trunk. His neck was flushed pink. An awkward silence followed as the Ginny and Harry tried to not think about what just happened. "Nice boxers Harry…" Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She let out a giggle and the giggle turned into a laugh. Harry, feeling defeated, launched himself at her and started tickling her mercilessly.

She giggled and laughed as Harry tickled her sides, feet and knees. "Stop it Harry! I'm begging you – oof!" Ginny was pinned on the bed, Harry on top of her. "Whose the Tickle King?"
"You are Harry…and I'm your Queen." Harry shrugged, "That's fine with me." And captured her lips unto his.

A few moments later, when air was finally needed, Ginny propped her head up with her hand and traced Harry's features. Around his lips, cheeks, nose and those awesome emerald green eyes. She whispered, "Has anybody told you that you have beautiful eyes?" Harry did not answer he just stared at Ginny. It seemed that she didn't want to be interrupted. "They're just so green, like emerald green. And your hair, it's so black and messy that it seems that you were just playing Quidditch a few minutes ago. I love combing my fingers through it and I love staring into your eyes. I love everything about you…" and in the quietest voice she could muster, she said, "I love you."

Harry's mind went into major alarm mode. Love? That word sounded so foreign to him. He licked his lips; he didn't know what to say. Does he say, "I love you" back or just nod his head? He opened his mouth and the words just tumbled out. "I love you too Gin. I know it might sound weird to you but you're the first person to tell me that you love me. Well, I'm sure my parents loved me but I can't exactly remember them telling me that. I love you Gin, I definitely know inside my heart that you're the only one that I'll love."

Ginny smiled and kissed Harry soundly. She was so calm and serene on the outside, but on the inside, it's the exact opposite. Her mind was doing a jig screaming at the top of its voice, "He loves me! He loves me!" As she brought her head back, a flash of silver caught her eyes. It was the guitar pendant. Harry caught Ginny staring at it so he untied it and showed it to her.

"It's stunning isn't it?" It lied there, on his palm. Ginny could see the fine lines of the frets and strings and the little knobs, which the names escaped her. "Sirius gave it to me as a Christmas gift last year. Here, let me show you what it does." Ginny watched patiently as Harry brought the pendant upon his lips.

The pendant slowly grew and grew until it was the size of a normal acoustic guitar. It was black and on the corner, it had a lightning-shaped scar – just like the one on Harry's forehead. There were also red and green dots decorating the edge of the hole, it appears that Sirius was trying to tell Harry something with this guitar. Either that Harry already knew or he's really, really blind.

An idea struck Ginny. She couldn't hold it inside her anymore so she rushed, "Hey Harry, I got the bestest idea ever!"
"Sure, what is it? It must be really good. You used 'bestest'." Ginny ignored his teasing remark and said, "Why don't we write a song together? I, not being boastful or anything, am quite good at writing songs and singing, and I know for definitely – and I am surest at this - that you can play the guitar expertly." Ginny remembered Harry playing the guitar back on her fourth year, she also saw him practicing some chords one night after everyone else was asleep – that was when he asked her to be his girlfriend. Ginny blinked a few times to get back to reality and waited for Harry's decision.

Harry considered the idea for a moment; everyone was in the Great Hall, no one will know about them until they enter the Gryffindor, which won't be for two hours or so. Harry cracked a grin at Ginny's sudden lack of proper grammar and said, "Sure love. What do you have in mind?" Ginny grabbed a stack of parchment and quill from Harry's desk and began scribbling quickly. She needed to write it down before she forgets it, the words were spinning in her head and as she spoke them out loud, they seemed to compliment them both.

After debating each other for the choice of words and tune, they finally agreed on something and all they need to do is see if the music and words go together. Harry readied his guitar and began playing. "Who'd have thought that this is how the pieces fit? You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it…" he sang.
Ginny cut in, "I forgot how we ever came this far, I believe we have reasons but I don't know what they are…" Then they both sang, with hearts full of their love for each other, "So blame it on my heart…ohh oh. Love moves in mysterious ways, it's always so surprising when love appears over the horizon. I'll love you for the rest of my days…But still, it's a mystery of how you ever came to me which only proves love moves in mysterious ways…"

Harry remembered their first date, it was in the Three Broomsticks and Madam Rosmerta served them delicious food. After eating, she had whispered when wiping the tables, "Congratulations to the both of you, I knew you'd see sense someday Harry." He blushed deep crimson that time, deep enough to rival any blushing Weasleys. Ginny just giggled and replied, "Aren't we glad he did!" As he reflected on that happy day, he sang, "Heaven knows love is just a chance we take…we make plans but the love demands a leap of faith."

Ginny then sang right after him, "So hold me close never ever let me go…Coz even though we think we know which way the river flows…"

Then they sang together:

"It's not the way love goes…no ohh

Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still it's a mystery
Of how you ever came to me
Which only proves love moves
In mysterious ways

Like the ticking of the clock
Two hearts beat as one
But I'll never understand
The way it's done

Ohh oh oh

They sang as loud as they dared, not thinking about the people arriving at that very moment from the Great Hall. It doesn't matter who heard them, they loved each other that much to not care what other people thought about them. As they ended the song, they smiled lovingly at each other and met again with another kiss and a round of love you's.

Hermione and Ron craned their necks to look for their friends, Harry and Ginny. They were hoping to catch them in the Great Hall but they didn't show up, so now they are looking around the Common Room. Giving up, Ron plonked himself on a seat by the boys' staircase since all of the chairs except this one were taken. Hermione huffed at Ron for not being the good gentleman and letting her sit instead. She mad her way over to the stack of books that she had left a few hours ago and started reading them. But she couldn't concentrate. Something was bothering her. Straining her ears, she heard it. The sound of two people singing. Harry and Ginny were singing. But where were they?

Hermione dropped her book and followed the sound. Ron, seeing Hermione suddenly drop her book, ran over to her immediately. She must've found out something because she wouldn't just drop a book like that! Especially if it's entitled: Hogwarts, A History. "Hermione, what's wro – " Ron began but Hermione raised her hand to silence him. "Shh! Can't you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Listen!" They both listened, as they climbed the staircase, they voices of Harry and Ginny got louder and louder. Making the words become clearer and the sound of a guitar more obvious.

"Like the ticking of the clock
Two hearts beat as one
But I'll never understand
The way it's done

Ohh oh oh

"Hey, is that who I think is singing?" asked Ron to Hermione, who was pressing her ears on the door.
"Depends," answered Hermione "on who you think is singing."
"Oh, stop being so cryptic! You know I meant Harry and Ginny!"
"Of course it's them Ronald! Can't you recognize their voices?"
"But I've only heard Ginny sing, not Harry! How am I supposed to recognize him?!"
"Stop being a baby and listen, did you know that Harry could play the guitar? Or is it your sister who's playing?" Hermione asked Ron, lifting her ear from the door.
"How should I know?" Ron exclaimed in a whisper. "But I think its Harry playing, Ginny won't be able to play, she doesn't have a guitar."
"And you're saying that Harry has?" Hermione asked.
"Not that I know of… yeah… How did he get a guitar?" Ron pondered, his finger rhythmically tapping on his chin.
"I dunno, he probably transfigured it."
"Oh." Was the only response she got because at that moment, Hermione tugged on Ron's shirt, desperate to get them out of there. She just heard footsteps making their way towards the door, the music had ended a few seconds ago and now, the knob on the door was turning.

She quickly grabbed Ron's sleeve and dragged him down the stairs. She pushed him back on his seat and sat on the patch of rug beside it. She could now hear the laughter of both Harry and Ginny coming closer…they were now in visible sight…they were walking over to them. Hermione quickly tried to start up a conversation so it didn't look like she was doing nothing – that was so unHermione-ish. "So Ron, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts!" Ron, looking down strangely at her for a second, replied, "But how about house elves? They seem to pop in and out, remember Dobby?"
"Hey guys, what'cha talking about?" Harry asked, his arm was around Ginny's waist and Ginny was leaning on his shoulders.
"Oh, hey Harry, Ginny." Acknowledged Hermione, Ron just nodded at them. "Where have you guys been? You've missed tea in the Great Hall, Ron and I were saving you seats."
"Yeah Harry! There was treacle tart, tough luck that you missed them." Ron piped in.
"That's ok, dear brother," Ginny said, "Harry and I had a picnic earlier on so we weren't that hungry."
"Yeah, and what I found out tonight was much better than infinity serving of treacle tart." Harry said, smiling a very wide smile. "Aww, that's sweet of you to say Harry…" Ginny crooned.
"You found out how to apparate to Hogwarts?" Ron asked. Hermione smacked him on the leg, since she couldn't reach his head. "Ronald! You can't apparate to Hogwarts!!"
"House elves Hermione!" Harry and Ginny exchanged amused looks, there's nothing like watching your best friends squabbling in the evening. Giving up, Hermione asked, "What did you find out Harry?"
He smiled like he knew the biggest secret of all, "That's for me to know Hermione, and you to find out…" and with that, he took Ginny's hand and sat themselves on the recently vacated couch. Life was good.

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