(Okay… So I've had a few issues that I've been working through *cough* writer's block *cough* but I'm getting through them rather quickly. I hope that you all are enjoying the story so far and if you aren't please feel free to drop me an email or review and let me know what you're thinking. Thanks! –Raea)
Chapter 9
Somewhere Along the Atmosphere
Ginny rolled over in bed and flicked her wand at her alarm clock, groaning loudly at the annoying sound that just wouldn't stop. She'd charmed it so that it wouldn't go off unless she actually got her lazy butt out of bed, walked to it, and shut it off by hand. The idea was clever but at some times annoying.
After a few minutes of procrastination she finally climbed out of bed and groggily marched to her alarm clock, slamming the palm of her freckled hand down on the off button.
"Thank God," she yawned out, climbing back into bed. Immediately it started beeping again. Yeah, that's right… She'd forgotten she'd charmed it to do that too. "Ugh, you piece of shit."
After repeating her first steps she yanked on clothes and headed down for breakfast, completely unaware of the gaggle of girls behind her. They were all giggling and pointing, whispering among themselves no doubt about how much of a slut she was. Ginny quickly caught on, turned, and drew her wand, aiming straight for the middle of the group. Of course, Pansy Parkinson was the leader.
"Do you mind?" Ginny growled, sending a rather nasty glare Pansy's way.
"Yes. We're walking this way as well. Maybe you were in our way," Pansy grinned, her words earning silly giggles around the group.
"Well walk another way," Ginny grinded her teeth and turned, attempting to ignore the girls behind her. After a few minutes it became unbearable as they got louder and louder. "Look! I know that you don't like me and frankly I hate you! But you need to shut your little whore mouth and leave me the bloody hell alone! Yes, I'm pregnant!" she held up her shirt, giving them all a good look at her growing belly, "But I only had sex with one person one time! You all have had sex with every boy in Slytherin and I'm sure a few in Gryffindor! So shut the fuck up and go the other way!" She was fuming mad. Her eyes held a fire that they'd never done before, her mind racing a million miles a minute. She could get expelled for cursing someone out in the middle of a corridor but she didn't care. She just wanted everyone to shut up and go away. Suddenly things were getting to heavy again. She needed an escape.
Ginny took off running toward the grounds, her feet moving as fast as they could, and her hair bouncing on her back like dancing fire. She needed to get away from them as far as she could.
Silent tears rolled down her face as she ran, her eyes puffing a bit from the excess droplets. She suddenly wanted Harry. It would be nice to have him hold her and pet her hair and tell her everything would be okay; that those girls were just stupid twits. He would tell her how beautiful she was and how ugly they all were; they were all ugly beasts.
"Harry," Ginny whimpered, stopping just short of the lake. She collapsed into an Indian style position before the water, her tears mixing in as they fell. This wasn't happening. She wasn't being teased already. Ginny hadn't even thought about this before she'd gotten pregnant. Sure the other girls would pick on her. Sure they would laugh and taunt. But Harry was supposed to tell them all to hush up and go screw themselves.
"Ginny, why are you crying?" Neville's sweet voice echoed over the lake as he walked up behind her, a soft hand pressing to her shoulder.
She let out a sob, "Stupid girls."
"Who were they? I'll hex them," he offered, his voice sounding more ferocious than he actually was.
"No, its okay," she laughed a bit, turning to look up at him. "They are all just chits. They aren't worth your or my time anyhow."
"Right, then," he nodded a bit, not sure what to say next.
"Can you just sit with me for a while? Do you have somewhere to be?" Ginny stared up at him with a pitiful expression, wet tears still traced down her cheeks.
"Sure," he nodded again, fumbling for the book he'd been reading, "I don't have anywhere to be."
An hour went by and the two sat in silence, both with their separate thoughts and separate worries. Neville was concerned about asking Parvati to go to the ball with him and Ginny was still thinking about the nasty expression on Pansy's ugly pug face. Neither shared their woes. They just took comfort in not being alone while they thought.
Just before it was time for Ginny's class she turned to Neville, her eyes settling in on his thin face, "You are a great guy. Any girl would be as lucky as a muck to have you."
"Really, you think so?" Neville beamed.
"Yeah, and I think you should go ask Parvati to that ball. Keep her from asking someone else that she really doesn't like," Ginny wrinkled her nose at the thought of Ron but didn't dare mention it to the shy, sensitive boy sitting next to her.
"Great. I will," he stood from his spot, "You want to walk back together?" Neville inquired, shuffling his feet in the unkempt grass.
"Sure," she nodded, standing to join him.
It was wonderful to have great friends.
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"I don't think it would be wise to propose today," Harry paced back and forth in front of Ron, his eyes focused on the carpet underneath him.
"Why not, mate? It's like her favorite day of the year save Christmas," Ron laughed a bit, crossing his legs loosely. He had his arms outstretched on the back of the couch, his hair extremely messy, and his eyes full of mischief. He'd apparently planned some stupid prank for that night.
"It looks like it would be unlucky or somethin'," Harry furrowed his brow, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"Nah, I don't think so," Ron shook his head stupidly at an attempt to get his bangs out of his eyes.
"Maybe I will. How do I get her to come out to the Quidditch Pitch with me though?" Harry chewed his lower lip.
Ron hesitated, attempting to come up with some brilliant plan, "Erm… You could have a picnic out there. It's just before lunch now," he offered with excitement in his voice.
"Yeah… That's brilliant! Thanks mate," Harry grinned, jogging out toward the corridor. He had to catch Ginny before she went to lunch.
Halfway to the Great Hall he spotted her hugging Neville, a giant smile on her face. A bit of jealousy rushed through him but he knew that they were just good mates and were likely having some deep conversation about some silly girl he fancied.
He was spot on, "Neville, just have courage. She will like you just fine," Ginny patted him on the shoulder before turning to Harry. "Hey!"
"Hey. I have a bit of a surprise," Harry smiled slyly, pulling a picnic basket he'd conjured from behind his back.
"Oh, that's lovely!" Ginny beamed, following him out toward the Quidditch Pitch. "So we're having lunch on the Quidditch Pitch?" she furrowed her brow.
"Yeah, I just like the privacy out there," he offered, allowing her to walk slightly ahead of him. They walked in silence until arriving at their destination, both sitting down simultaneously. "So… I have another surprise."
"What could it be?" Ginny grinned, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Harry drew his wand, muttering a spell and flicking his wand at the sky. Deep red sparks flew up, designing themselves into a perfect sentence. Ginny looked up, her jaw dropping at the words she read.
"Will you marry me, Ginny?" he pulled the diamond ring from his pocket, offering it to her with a wide grin.
"W-w-what? Of course!" She held out her hand, the appendage shaking as he slid the ring onto her finger.
"I love you," Harry kissed her softly.
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
(A bit short, yes, but it's a chapter in it's own. Hope you enjoyed! Please review! –Raea)
