Chapter 11

Power

Ginny's Age: 15


Ginny Weasley had newly discovered a power, and she loved it. Harry had discovered her in a whole new light, and Ginny reveled in the effect she had on him. One late March night in the Common Room, Ginny had been joking with Harry for several hours instead of studying for O.W.L.s. Dean had just walked through the portrait hole, appearing to be in quite a foul mood, and Ginny thought it would be best if she chose that moment to head up to the girls' dormitory.

"See you tomorrow, Harry," she said. Walking around the sofa, she took careful effort to brush past his knee, just to see his face. Inside, Ginny laughed. So this is what I can do to Harry! After all these years, it's me with the power to set him drooling!

Quite exhausted, she changed into her nightgown before someone knocked at the door.

"Come in," Ginny called and fell onto her bed.

Hermione stood in the doorway, scowling. "Ginny, what are you doing?"

"Why, whatever do you mean?" The younger girl replied with as much innocence as she could muster.

Hermione answered with a sigh. "Don't play like that, Ginny. You're not being fair to Dean, you're not being fair to Harry, and you're not being fair to yourself."

"It's his fault," Ginny pouted.

"Very mature, Ginny." Hermione noted as she sat on the foot of Ginny's bed.

"He's not being mature either!" She replied obstinately.

Hermione knit her brow together is confusion. "Harry? Harry isn't being mature?"

"If he likes me, he should do something about it."

"Maybe you didn't notice this, Ginny, but you're going with Dean. There's not much he can do."

Ginny scowled at the truth. "And if I did break it off with Dean, what do you think Harry would do? Ask me out? Not likely."

"I'm not telling you to break up with Dean," Hermione sighed again.

"Really? Then what are you telling me to do?" Ginny raised her voice.

And so did Hermione.

"Figure out what you want, and do something about it! Stop playing with people's emotions! You have the power to crush both of them, and you're practically doing it!"

"Oh, so I'm playing with emotions now!" Ginny shouted.

Hermione jumped to her feet in anger, "Well, what would you call it? You flirt and joke with Harry even though Dean's you're boyfriend! Do you even like Dean?"

"Of course I do! Stop accusing me!"

"Do you like him more than Harry?" Hermione yelled.

Ginny didn't answer. She shut her mouth and sank onto the bed. "No," she finally said.

Hermione also softened and sat down next to Ginny. "You could try going with Harry."

"And you could try going with Ron. But you haven't. Ron's busy making a fool of himself with Lavender and you're penfriending with Krum," Ginny huffed.

"I never said I was an example," Hermione responded quietly. "It just isn't going to work out with Ron and I. And I do like Viktor in a friendly way."

"And I like Dean in a more than friendly way," Ginny mumbled as she stared across the room absently.

The two girls sat silently for several minutes, lost in their own troubles. Neither of them had fallen into unrequited love, they just had fallen for thickheads who couldn't see what was right in front of them.

Ginny, still in a daze of thought, began rambling. "How could it ever work out with Harry and I? He's always been too busy saving the Wizarding world and the Muggle world too. That's the only way he'll be happy. I don't know what he's doing, but I know he's having some sort of private lessons with Dumbledore. They call him the Chosen One. In some way or another, he must be. Whether by destiny or personality, he won't stop fighting until he's finished with—with—You-Know-Who. With V-voldemort. I don't fit into the picture of fighting evil. You do, Hermione. You and my brother will help him. I know you will.And me? I guess I'll go to school. Take my O.W.L.s and my N.E.W.T.s and get a job. And he'll be the hero. The Boy Who Lived."

Hermione stared at Ginny with sadness and pity. She hated to admit that Ginny might be right. Harry was being groomed to fight the darkest wizard there that had ever gained power.

Still, Hermione couldn't allow her friend to say things like that. "Don't speak that way."

Ginny offered a half-hearted smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. I've got a lot to think about."

Hermione nodded and walked towards the doorway. "See you tomorrow, Ginny. Sleep well."

Ginny did not sleep well that night. She didn't sleep well the next night either. Ginny didn't sleep well until one night at the end of April.

It had been an odd evening, and Ginny looked back on it with a foggy head. She had been out at the lake with Dean past curfew and they had hurried back to Gryffindor tower to avoid detention courtesy of Filch.

Dean had jostled her as they passed through the portrait hole, and she had blown up.

"Why do you always do that!" she had screamed. "I'm perfectly capable of making it through on my own!"

"Umm, sorry?" he had stammered, though slightly confused.

"You should be!" she had shouted back. "Dean, I think it's best if we see other people." She spoke firmly—as professor giving directions.

"What?" He was flabbergasted. "I won't do it again, Gin. I know you can get through on your own."

"Sorry, Dean. It was good, but it's time to move on," and with that she marched over to and armchair and sat down less than gracefully. What had she just done? Break up with Dean? Over a portrait hole?

"See other people?" Came a voice from behind her. "Have you got any ideas, Ginny?"

Ginny turned around to face Hermione. "Oh, I think I can come up with one."

Hermione laughed and came around to squeeze in with Ginny on the chair.

"What are you in such a good mood over?" Ginny asked.

"It's a nice day," Hermione giggled, but tilted her head toward the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Lavender was throwing a fit and Ron was her victim. He stood there awkwardly and shuffled his feet as she screeched about "that Granger girl! What are you always doing with her? Don't you care about me more than her! We're over, Ronald! Over! Now you can go and be with that bushy little Know-It-All!"

Ginny giggled as well. "It is, indeed, a beautiful day!"


Disclaimer: Just to clarify, I do like electricity. Sorry for any confusion. Also to clarify, I adore every last one of JKR's places and characters, even Voldy, but they're hers, not mine.

A/N: That was a pathetic chapter wasn't it? I'm sick, take pity on me and my bad writing skills. Now, should they get together next chapter… or should Ginny be tortured a bit longer? Mwahahahahahaha!