A mislaid textbook was all it took for her to fall.

Honestly, who leaves textbooks on the floor? Apparently a very careless person.

Ginny gasped as her sandal caught on the cover of a book and she tumbled forward. Her hands groped around for a handhold to steady herself, but she grabbed air.

She should've known it was a mistake to look for Harry. She'd gone looking for him because she'd lent him her textbook and he hadn't returned it to her.

Ginny lay on the floor, red-faced and humiliated, but thankfully no one had been around to witness her blunder. Or at least she thought.

Warm, callused hands gripped her wrists and pulled her upwards. Striking emerald eyes stared worriedly into her own, and her heart plummeted to the depths of her stomach. Those eyes were unmistakable; they belonged to one person, the person she'd been searching for. Of course, he had to be a gentleman.

"Hello Ginny."

And she fell. Again. But this time, from his proximity.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. He had no idea of what he did to her.

"Hey," she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from his entrancing jade ones.

"You okay?" His eyebrows were scrunched in concern.

"I'm fine." Her eyes traced the profile of his body, noticing the way his clothes stuck to his skinny frame.

"Good." He finally looked away, glancing at the book she'd tripped over.

"I suppose you came for your book," he said, accurately echoing her next words.

To her astonishment, he retrieved the book lying on the ground and extended it to her. "Here. Sorry I didn't give it back."

Well, she was darned. Ginny took the book, transfixed upon the golden letters embossed on the cover. The first page read: "Property of Ginny Weasley."

"Thanks." She avoided his curious gaze and hurried out of the common, her neck burning.

Falling over a textbook had been her rude awakening- not only had she fallen over a book, she was falling into the arms of the one she could never have.

Word Count: 347

Prompts- Hogwarts

365 Drabbles- #127- Gentleman

Flower Picking Season- Foxglove- (scenario) Picking someone up after they fall.

Note: I know the second prompt could've been interpreted in a different way, but I wanted to write this way (don't judge me).