So there I sat, mopping my face. At least most of the black was gone
now, and it was safe to walk down the hall with people looking at me funny.
I stood up, threw my hair over my shoulders and walked down the staircase
from the girls' dorms. I strode through the common room without giving so
much as a glance to Harry. I walked directly out of the portrait and down
the corridor to the owlry. I didn't know why; I guess It's just a
comforting place once you look past the shit on the floor. Then (for some
reason) I kept looking back on the next few events of my relationship with
Harry.
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After about a month of Harry walking me to classes, us eating together, and kissing each other good night, we decided to take it a step further. There was no longer a need for DA meetings with Professor Spigot, but the Room of Requirement still came in handy. Sometimes we'd go in there to skip classes, but other times we'd have to settle for an empty classroom. We'd go in there and make out for a while until we got bored. Other times we'd double on his Firebolt and go out into the middle of the Forbidden Forest and talk. We had some really good times.
Then we'd meet for Quidditch practice. With Harry back, I was only fill-in seeker, but we still practiced together. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan are the new beaters, and let's just say they're shit compared to the Slytherin team. Well on one of my fill-in days, we were playing against Ravenclaw. Well, anyway, their beaters are good (well, at least compared to ours).
I got hit with a bludger, hard across the face, then in the chest so we were forced to forfeit the match. I had three broken ribs and collarbone, not to mention a broken/ bloody nose and a badly sprained wrist from the fall. Harry walked me the whole way from the pitch to the hospital wing. He was so gentle, not like most guys, who hug you until you suffocate, but he was soft and didn't cause me any more pain than I was in (yet).
He sat with me while Madame Pomfrey was healing my ribs and nose. When she was done, she bandaged up my bloody and bruised face. As we left Harry hugged me and said, "You look great."
"Don't give me shit!" I joked with him as we laughed together. This kind of hurt because I bruised my stomach where the bludger hit, but it still felt good. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl, flew down and rested on my shoulder. I petted his small head. He was only a fistful of feathers even for me. My hands are really small, but perfect for Harry's size. "DAMN! Why the Hell do I keep thinking of him?"
"Ginny?" I whirled around like someone just yelled the killing curse at the top of their lungs.
"Please Hermione, NEVER do that again."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I er, well I was sort of erm wondering well, how you were holding up about, well you know." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"Great! Everything's fine!" I didn't mean to, but one single tear escaped my eyes and that triggered the rest. I was just standing there, sobbing into Hermione's shoulder, her patting my back telling me everything would be alright. But it wasn't. Harry was the only one who understood the real me, who I am inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So, there I was crying on Hermione's shoulder like a total sap. "Oh, Hermione! I'm so sorry I put you through all that!"
"Don't worry about it. I don't blame you."
"You should." I murmured, just enough for her to hear me."
"No. Listen, do you want to go talk about it?"
I bit my lip. "Thanks, Hermione." I felt a lot better just to know someone cared. We decided to skip dinner and went to the room of requirement. We were going to lock the door so no one would find us. As we opened the door, we found it already occupied.
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After about a month of Harry walking me to classes, us eating together, and kissing each other good night, we decided to take it a step further. There was no longer a need for DA meetings with Professor Spigot, but the Room of Requirement still came in handy. Sometimes we'd go in there to skip classes, but other times we'd have to settle for an empty classroom. We'd go in there and make out for a while until we got bored. Other times we'd double on his Firebolt and go out into the middle of the Forbidden Forest and talk. We had some really good times.
Then we'd meet for Quidditch practice. With Harry back, I was only fill-in seeker, but we still practiced together. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan are the new beaters, and let's just say they're shit compared to the Slytherin team. Well on one of my fill-in days, we were playing against Ravenclaw. Well, anyway, their beaters are good (well, at least compared to ours).
I got hit with a bludger, hard across the face, then in the chest so we were forced to forfeit the match. I had three broken ribs and collarbone, not to mention a broken/ bloody nose and a badly sprained wrist from the fall. Harry walked me the whole way from the pitch to the hospital wing. He was so gentle, not like most guys, who hug you until you suffocate, but he was soft and didn't cause me any more pain than I was in (yet).
He sat with me while Madame Pomfrey was healing my ribs and nose. When she was done, she bandaged up my bloody and bruised face. As we left Harry hugged me and said, "You look great."
"Don't give me shit!" I joked with him as we laughed together. This kind of hurt because I bruised my stomach where the bludger hit, but it still felt good. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl, flew down and rested on my shoulder. I petted his small head. He was only a fistful of feathers even for me. My hands are really small, but perfect for Harry's size. "DAMN! Why the Hell do I keep thinking of him?"
"Ginny?" I whirled around like someone just yelled the killing curse at the top of their lungs.
"Please Hermione, NEVER do that again."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I er, well I was sort of erm wondering well, how you were holding up about, well you know." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"Great! Everything's fine!" I didn't mean to, but one single tear escaped my eyes and that triggered the rest. I was just standing there, sobbing into Hermione's shoulder, her patting my back telling me everything would be alright. But it wasn't. Harry was the only one who understood the real me, who I am inside. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So, there I was crying on Hermione's shoulder like a total sap. "Oh, Hermione! I'm so sorry I put you through all that!"
"Don't worry about it. I don't blame you."
"You should." I murmured, just enough for her to hear me."
"No. Listen, do you want to go talk about it?"
I bit my lip. "Thanks, Hermione." I felt a lot better just to know someone cared. We decided to skip dinner and went to the room of requirement. We were going to lock the door so no one would find us. As we opened the door, we found it already occupied.
*AN: Thank you so much for your reviews! WhyAmIHere- Yay! You like my poetry! DarkestJediDynasty- is 700 words enuff for a chap? Thanks for the tips!*
*Thanks for your reviews! The next chapter is in progress!*