"I feel much more comfortable with my clothes on." Harry said with a smirk
as he sauntered into the kitchen. He was wearing a light green polo shirt
and khaki pants.
"You think that was soo funny, don't you?" mused Ginny. Her light blue eyes followed Harry as he sat down in the chair next to hers.
"No, not really. It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. I'm just trying to 'laugh it off', if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," she said, taking a sip of her tea.
"Through experience?" he asked, intrigued.
"Somewhat."
"What was your most embarrassing moment?" He leaned forward in interest.
"You were there, you should know." Ginny blushed as she remembered the time she sent Harry a singing valentine. He actually screamed and plugged his ears. He even tried to run away, but his bookbag split and as he was trying to retrieve his belongings the stocky, costumed singer pinned him to the floor.
Harry knitted his brow in an attempt to scan his brain for a time when Ginny looked embarrassed. *Actually, she looks embarrassed every time I speak to her* Harry glanced up at Ginny, who had her face in her hands as she re-lived that moment that the "Cupid" tackled Harry to the ground and caused her to run away crying. *She even looks embarrassed right now. That's rather interesting. But I can't think of a time when - wait, yes I can. In second year she sent me a singing valentine and I had to yell and plug my ears to get that stupid dwarf off of me. Oh crap! She must have thought I was doing that because I hated her valentine!*
Ginny peered through her fingers to notice a pale Harry staring at her with a horrified expression. *Perfect, he remembers that stupid valentine. Now he must think I'm a complete idiot.* Ginny stood up from her seat and ran out of the room. Harry quickly pushed back his chair and jogged after her.
She stood in her backyard under the shade of a giant willow tree. *And it was all going so well...I can't believe I brought that up. He had actually forgotten it.* She ran her fingers across the orange and pink petals of a summer rose.
"Ginny!" called Harry remorsefully as he walked into the backyard. "I'm so incredibly sorry."
She turned around and faced him, but said nothing.
He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I mean it. I wasn't thinking of your feelings when I did that."
"Obviously not," she snapped, tearing a petal off of a golden rose.
He seemed taken aback by her sudden hostility. "I.erm."
"Just.whatever. I'm going in to wait for breakfast." She attempted to breeze past him, but he grabbed her arm just as she was walking by.
"Ginny, stop. I want to talk about this," he said, boring holes into her eyes with his emerald ones.
"I just- no. No, it's too embarrassing. I don't want to talk about it. Let me go," she said, trying to wrench her arm from his gentle but strong grip. He struggled to maintain eye contact, but Ginny couldn't help but stare at the grass. His gaze was too penetrating for her- she knew that if she looked at him she'd probably burst into tears. "Why are you being so hostile?" he asked, "It happened three years ago. I told you that I'm sorry, and that my actions were rash and unthoughtful. Why can't we just move on?"
She finally managed to yank her eyes from the light grass of her backyard and met his gaze. "I was humiliated. I didn't mean to fancy you, I just did. You have no idea how much courage it took to send that valentine. I wanted it to be secret, but I guess that wasn't possible when I started crying my eyes out. Harry, do you realize that you actually screamed and plugged your ears? The little guy had to pin you to the floor to make you listen to him sing. Couldn't you just stop and listen, even if you hated it? I thought that you repulsed by the thought of my affection. I thought that you were positively sickened. Of course, how could I think otherwise?" She finally broke down and began to sob- she hated being so mean to him.
At first Harry was silent, and simply gaped at her remorsefully. He had never thought of the results his actions would create. A flurry of thoughts and emotions whizzed through his head, and before he knew it he had her in a tight embrace. She immediately broke through his arms and sprinted into the house.
"You think that was soo funny, don't you?" mused Ginny. Her light blue eyes followed Harry as he sat down in the chair next to hers.
"No, not really. It was the most embarrassing experience of my life. I'm just trying to 'laugh it off', if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," she said, taking a sip of her tea.
"Through experience?" he asked, intrigued.
"Somewhat."
"What was your most embarrassing moment?" He leaned forward in interest.
"You were there, you should know." Ginny blushed as she remembered the time she sent Harry a singing valentine. He actually screamed and plugged his ears. He even tried to run away, but his bookbag split and as he was trying to retrieve his belongings the stocky, costumed singer pinned him to the floor.
Harry knitted his brow in an attempt to scan his brain for a time when Ginny looked embarrassed. *Actually, she looks embarrassed every time I speak to her* Harry glanced up at Ginny, who had her face in her hands as she re-lived that moment that the "Cupid" tackled Harry to the ground and caused her to run away crying. *She even looks embarrassed right now. That's rather interesting. But I can't think of a time when - wait, yes I can. In second year she sent me a singing valentine and I had to yell and plug my ears to get that stupid dwarf off of me. Oh crap! She must have thought I was doing that because I hated her valentine!*
Ginny peered through her fingers to notice a pale Harry staring at her with a horrified expression. *Perfect, he remembers that stupid valentine. Now he must think I'm a complete idiot.* Ginny stood up from her seat and ran out of the room. Harry quickly pushed back his chair and jogged after her.
She stood in her backyard under the shade of a giant willow tree. *And it was all going so well...I can't believe I brought that up. He had actually forgotten it.* She ran her fingers across the orange and pink petals of a summer rose.
"Ginny!" called Harry remorsefully as he walked into the backyard. "I'm so incredibly sorry."
She turned around and faced him, but said nothing.
He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I mean it. I wasn't thinking of your feelings when I did that."
"Obviously not," she snapped, tearing a petal off of a golden rose.
He seemed taken aback by her sudden hostility. "I.erm."
"Just.whatever. I'm going in to wait for breakfast." She attempted to breeze past him, but he grabbed her arm just as she was walking by.
"Ginny, stop. I want to talk about this," he said, boring holes into her eyes with his emerald ones.
"I just- no. No, it's too embarrassing. I don't want to talk about it. Let me go," she said, trying to wrench her arm from his gentle but strong grip. He struggled to maintain eye contact, but Ginny couldn't help but stare at the grass. His gaze was too penetrating for her- she knew that if she looked at him she'd probably burst into tears. "Why are you being so hostile?" he asked, "It happened three years ago. I told you that I'm sorry, and that my actions were rash and unthoughtful. Why can't we just move on?"
She finally managed to yank her eyes from the light grass of her backyard and met his gaze. "I was humiliated. I didn't mean to fancy you, I just did. You have no idea how much courage it took to send that valentine. I wanted it to be secret, but I guess that wasn't possible when I started crying my eyes out. Harry, do you realize that you actually screamed and plugged your ears? The little guy had to pin you to the floor to make you listen to him sing. Couldn't you just stop and listen, even if you hated it? I thought that you repulsed by the thought of my affection. I thought that you were positively sickened. Of course, how could I think otherwise?" She finally broke down and began to sob- she hated being so mean to him.
At first Harry was silent, and simply gaped at her remorsefully. He had never thought of the results his actions would create. A flurry of thoughts and emotions whizzed through his head, and before he knew it he had her in a tight embrace. She immediately broke through his arms and sprinted into the house.