Title: Numb
Chapter: Seven
Chapter Title: A Warm Place
Author: Black-Midnight-Soul
Rating: pg 13, for depressing situations, and minor laguage.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything thus orented. I do not make money from my stories, and do them for sheer enjoyment. Thank you for your time.
Author's Note: Okay.. this is a short chapter... I know.. please dont hate meeeee PS: I'm moving this weekend, dont know when I'll be able to update, but I'll do my best guys. Its written up to chapter like 18 or something.. :) Oh, and one word- Pineapple.
Chapter Seven: A Warm Place
Harry awoke with a start in his four poster bed. He closed his eyes, and began to empty his mind. Flowing out all emotion, and thought, he became the numb shell that had slowly been comsuming him over again senice September.
It was now October 20, and Hallo'ween was drawing nearer. Harry looked at his wrist watch- it was four in the morning. A nagging feeling inside him, told Harry to go down into the common room. Rolling out of bed, Harry slowly began to walk down the long steps.
Ginny was sitting in a large chair by the fire, tear's rolling down her face. Harry quickly walked over, and placed his hand on her shoulder, making his present's known.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Harry asked.
"W-what? Oh, hi Harry." She wispered. Ginny looked the other way and rubbed the tears off her face.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Harry walked around, and sat on the table facing the chair Ginny was in. The fire outlined her face, giving a strange orange glow to it.
"It's nothing." she wispered. Harry reached forward and took Ginny's hands.
"It's not nothing."
"Really, Harry-"
"Ginny Weasley, tell me what's bothering you." he raised his eyebrow in a qustioning way.
"You're going to make me tell you, aren't you?"
"Indeed I am." Harry nodded, "Hunny, what's wrong?" the word 'hunny' dangled infront of Ginny.
"It was just a girl. She said somthing that bugged me- see, it's silly." Ginny looked away.
"Ginny, it's not silly." Harry wispered. His right hand let go of Ginny's, and reached up. He pushed her chin up, to face him, "Nothing's silly."
"She said- look, it's nothing."
"Ginny, please, tell me." Harry wispered, his hand moving and sitting just under her ear, is thumb rubbing her cheek.
"She said that I was ugly, and that I should give up. No matter what I did, I'd never get you- and other stuff like that." Ginny fought hard to keep a stright face. To Ginny's shock, Harry smiled, "See, it's stupid."
"No, no- that's not what I'm smileing at." Harry assured, "It's just- she was so, well- wrong."
"Was she? I mean honestly, what is in this relationship, if you could call it that."
"Ginny, listen to me." Ginny looked up into Harry's deep emerald eyes. They seemed to make her go all warm and fuzy inside, "You, you're the most beautiful girl in this whole school, hell- the world, you're smart, funny, understanding- the list goes on and on."
"You flater me." she smiled softly.
"I dont know what you call this, but I'd call it relationship." Harry wispered, "I mean, it's far from average- but hell, my life is far from average." Ginny let out a soft laugh, "There's an other thing- your laugh. It's just such a beautiful sound."
"I just wish- I wish that people could know." Ginny wispered, "If they knew, then maybe people would stop trying to pick you up."
"People have been trying to pick me up?" Harry asked, completely obliveous.
"Harry, at lest three girls flirt with you in one day." Ginny looked at him strangely, "Did you honestly not know?"
"Ginny, I am a man- we dont pick up on these things too well." Ginny snorted.
"You make a good point." Harry and Ginny both sat up stright. Ginny looked at Harry strangely, "Harry, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"What?" Harry looked down and saw his white pants. It was true- he wasn't wearing a shirt. He did it so often, Harry didn't even think to put one on. "It get's hot at night...."
"Surrree." Ginny winked at him. Yet, she couldn't look away. It wasn't the first time she had seen him shirtless- she had seen him without his shirt on at left three times over the summer, but she'd always been able to control herself.
"Like what you see?" Harry asked, leaning back. Ginny smriked, looking at the start of his six pack.
"I do." she smiled. Harry sat up stright again, and then rose to his feet, "Aww, going to bed?"
"Umm.. not quite." he smerked misceveously, and pulled Ginny to her feet, and warped his arms around her waste. Low thought Harry knew he was retreating inside his mind again, Ginny was hurting, and needed to know that he did care for her. That he was there for her- and that other girl can stick pinapple's up her butt for all he cared.
"Ah..." she wispered, and wraped her arms around his neck. Harry leaned in, and pressed his lips on Ginny's. Harry's hand's explored Ginny's back as the kiss became more passonate. Ginny moved her hands up through Harry's jet black, and rather messy hair. Her one hand reached down and pulled off Harry's glasses, dropping them on the table.
"So, what would you call this Ginny?" Harry asked, pulling away slightly.
"Heaven." she giggled. Harry smiled, and kissed her again. They contiuned to kissed, till the crackle-pop from the fire brought them both back to reality.
"We should- uh- go back to bed." Harry said, sadly, and picked up his glasses.
"We should- dont want anyone catching on." And so they walked up the stairs, hand in hand. Once they reached the top- Ginny pulled Harry in sedtucvily. She gigled softly, and Harry held her tightly, "Good night." she wispered, and kissed him.
Harry let a soft moan exscape, at he kissed her back in the moonlight from the window. The last thing he wanted was to let her go, but Harry knew he had to.
"You sure know how to say going night." Harry wispered.
"You should see how I say good morning." she winked playfully and went to bed. Harry blinked a few times, letting it sink in- did she mean what he thought she ment. Noticing the time, Harry quickly headed to bed, smileing to himself.
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(10 Days Later)
"Wake up, Harry."
"It's Saturday. Go away." Harry muttered. Harry suddenly felt someone breathing right by his ear, causeing the hair to stand up.
"Get up." the female voice wispered, "or I'll snog you so hard, you wont know what hit you." it was for sure Ginny.
"That doesn't sound so bad." Harry teesed and slolwy opened his eyes.
"It will be if Ron see's." Ginny touched Harry's face, and sat up straight, "Now come on, get up."
It wasn't until after Ginny left, and Harry had pulled himself off the bed that he noticed- if Ron was still up here, Ginny wouldn't be in here to wake him up. Muttering to himself about his stupidy, Harry opened his trunk and pulled out some clothing- black pants, and his black oxford dress top. Lazy, and tried, Harry swung it over his shoulder's, and walked down the stiars- forgetting to do it up
"Good morning, Harry." Ron waved, after looking up quickly..
"Morning." Harry replyed. Hermione smiled at Harry, but didn't say anything. Ginny ran up behind Harry, and warped her arms around him. Her cold hands found a nice resting place on Harry's stomach.
"Hello!"
"Bloody hell." Harry jumped, suprsied by the embrace. Ginny giggled, and let go, "Dont sneak up on me." Harry said, tessingly.
"I'll do what I want." she cooed, and skiped over to a chair. Hermione's body was shakeing with silence giggle's but Ron was off in lala land, and had apparently missed his little sister and best friend flriting. Harry began to do up his shirt, and sat on the arm of the comfy chair Ginny was sitting in.
"So." Ginny simled, "Happy Hallo'ween."
"Happy Hallo'ween, to you to." Harry smiled.
"Indeed." Hermione smiled.
"Is he- okay?" Ginny asked, looking at her still zooned out, older brother.
"Yeah, he'll be find." Hermione tossed her hand aside, "Tired."
"Kept him up late, did you?" Ginny tessed. Hermione blushed and suddenly became very interested in a bug on the table. Ginny and Harry both looked at each other, and tried not to laugh. They both remember what they had been doing ten night's ago.
However, it was only five days ago they made the choice to openly flirt. Let Hermione and Ron catch on little by little. However, they where never going to openly say it. It had become quite amuseing- Hermione caught on right away, Ron, however- was, well- Ron.
Low though, Harry wasn't overly supprised. After all, any time Ginny wasn't there- Harry's mind and heart wheren't either. All emotions had left, and Ginny seemed to be the only one keeping him alive.
"I was thinking, we should hold some sort of- party." Ron suddenly said.
"Party?" Ginny asked, slowly.
"Yes, I mean, it's Hallo'ween- we should have a party."
"With the whole school?"
"Ha- like any of us would want Malfoy there." Ron snorted, "No, here in the common room. We can ask McGonagall. Have everyon kicked out of the common today, so we can set up, and have our feast sent up here."
"Ron- that's brilliant!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed.
"Yeah, that could be really cool." Ginny agreed. Harry merly nodded.
"It's setteled then. Ron and I will go talk to Professor McGonagall, and you two can go do what you want- go for a walk or something." Harry thought he had a very good idea what Hermione was trying to do. She was trying to set them up. If only she knew... "We'll be awhile. Meet us in the great hall for lunch around noon- okay?"
"Alright." Ginny boucned and stood up. Harry rose to his feet as well. Hermione and Ron quickly walked away.
"My shoe lace is untied." Harry muttered, and leaned down, behind the chair.
"Hello, Weasley." a girl suddenly teesed. She had bright bimbo-blond hair, and big blue eyes.
"Hi." Ginny said back shortly. Apparently the girls didn't notice Harry on the floor.
"How's the 'love life' going? I mean, if you can call it that, I mean honestly, when are you going to get over him, Harry Potter is so obveously mine-" the girl suddenly stopped, as Harry stood up, and placed his hands on Ginny's shoulder's.
"Don't even insult her again." Harry ordered, "and I dont know what your talking about- this me belonging to you- I dont even know your name." Harry shock his head from side to side. The girl seemed mortafied, "Go away." the girl quickly obedyed.
Harry turned Ginny around to face him. However, Ginny seemed very interest in the floor. Harry touched her chin, and forced her head up like he always did. Silent tears where running down Ginny's face. Harry pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned, "dont listen to that blond bimbo. She doesn't know what she's talking about." Ginny looked up at Harry and smiled slightly, "I really dont know her name."
"Lura Jervish." Ginny wispered.
"Well, she's still a bloody git." Harry smiled. Ginny smiled back at him, "she's the one who upset you that night, isn't she?"
"Yeah.." Ginny wispered.
"Dont worry, she'll get hers." Harry assured her, "Come on, let's go get our cloaks and go for a walk."
"Okay." the two of them decined up the stairs, and reappired moment's latter with there cloaks on.
Harry held Ginny's hand as they walked out of the common room, down the stairs and outside. In fact, he didn't let go of her hand until they reached a tree far away from everyone. It was a large tree, nice for hidding behind. Ginny leande agenst the tree, and pulled Harry close to her, "Someone's in a friendly mood." Harry wispered, his breath hot on her neck.
"Yes, well- there's just something so kissable about you." she wispered. Harry laughed, and the pair kissed. Harry smiled, and then turned his attention to the lake. The two of them sat alone, stairing our at the lake- neither ready for food. Harry felt Ginny go limp in his grip, and felt himself slolwy dirfting off as well.
Around 11:45, a brid crowed, reminding the two they had to head in side. Quickly they headed in, and put away thier cloaks. Harry waited for Ginny in the common room, who apparntly wanted to change her dark blue top.
However, when Ginny came out she had changed her whole outfit. She was wearing her long black skirt, and a blood red turtel neck- it was after all, truning out to be a very cold fall. At this rate, Harry figured they where either in for a very warm winter, or an ice age.
"You look lovely." Harry smiled. Ginny blushed slightly.
"You dont look to shabby yourself." Ginny winked. Ginny walked over, and put her hand on Harry's shoulder. He leaned in close to Ginny's ear, and wispered.
"Now, now dear- not infront of the childern." Ginny giggled, and the two walked out of the room. Harry noticed he got a very angry look from Dean as he left the room, hands in his pockets. As far as Harry was concerned- he didn't really give a damn what Dean thought. Ginny broke up with him at the start of July, after Lavender Brown rush owled her, informing Ginny she saw Dean snogging some muggle in a park. Harry wasn't sure when Lavender and Ginny became friends, but didn't really care- as long as Ginny was happy.
"So?" Harry asked, as he and Ginny sat in there normal seats across from Ron and Hermione.
"All system's go!" Hermione chreed, "Professor McGonagall thought it was a wonderful idea. And better yet, she told us she'd sound prove the room. She said Tomorrow's a Sunday, so everyone can sleep in- in other words, she's letting us stay up as long as we like."
"Awesome." Ginny smiled.
"We get to clear the common room after lunch," Ron said, with an evil grin, "I can't wait." Hermione rolled her eyes, Ginny and Harry looked at each other, and smriked.
"How are we going about it?"
"Oh- I've got a few ideas..." an extremly evil grin formed on Ron's face.
