A/N: this is my first story… hope ya'll enjoy! ;)
Disclaimer: Despite what you may think, I don't own Harry Potter…
"Trust me, I know I'm annoying," Harry called back to me jokingly, as he bounded up the stairs.
As he vanished into the darkness, I whispered, "I find you all but annoying, Harry Potter, all but annoying."
About a half an hour later I went up to bed myself, and fell right asleep.
On the train ride home, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and I had our own compartment.
"You know it's weird, Malfoy hasn't been around once," he said in a slightly mocking tone. I made a mental note to ask him what he was hinting at when we got home.
Mostly we swapped stories about what we remembered from the year; like when George made Ron toilet paper Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. And when Hermione forgot her Transfiguration homework, yes, Hermione forgot her homework! And, when I caught the muggle virus called chicken pocks. Oh it was horrible! We got up till about April when we arrived at Platform 9 and ¾.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle did in fact remain unseen for the entire trip, and to be honest, I was almost worried.
We were saying our goodbye's when Harry gently tugged my elbow and pulled me aside.
"If you get bored make sure to owl, okay?"
Why wouldn't he just ask me out? He was always nice, sweet, and gentle with me. He did everything but make it official.
"Of course, and you'd better write back."
He nodded, as we merged back with the rest of the group. After we finished our farwell's Ron, Hermione, my mum and I got into our muggle car, and headed home.
Once we got there, I showed Hermione up to her room, and she began unpacking her clothes, and books. I almost started a conversation about Hogwarts: A History, but decided against it. I haven't gotten past the first chapter yet.
So, I went down to the kitchen and found Ron dancing the "Macrenio" (I think that's what the muggles call it.)
"Guess you're happy to be home, huh?" I teased him.
"Yup," he laughed, and popped a chocolate frog in his mouth, and danced around a bit more. "No really, I have good news."
"Are you moving out?"
"Fine, fine, I won't tell you about Malfoy's depression.
"What?! Spill the Berty Bott's every-flavor beans!"
"Alright, alright… I heard Dumbledore talking to Malfoy about how he could pay for his books next year. Seems the Malfoy's are in financial trouble…"
"How? Aren't they backed by Vol- he-who-can not-be-named?"
"I can't figure it out either, but makes me happy!" Ron seemed to love to see Draco suffer. "Anyway, did Harry tell you when we should pick him up?"
I eyed him quizzically, "Maybe he would've, I mean, if he'd known he was invited."
"Oh fudge buckets… I'll invite him later."
I sighed, "I'll do it. Don't worry Ron." I ran upstairs and scribbled a note to Harry.
Dear Harry,
Ron can be such an arse! He meant to invite you, honest, you know how his memory can be. Come spend the summer with the Weasley's. PLEASE!
Love, Ginny
P.S. – Owl back to tell us when to pick you up.
Disclaimer: Despite what you may think, I don't own Harry Potter…
"Trust me, I know I'm annoying," Harry called back to me jokingly, as he bounded up the stairs.
As he vanished into the darkness, I whispered, "I find you all but annoying, Harry Potter, all but annoying."
About a half an hour later I went up to bed myself, and fell right asleep.
On the train ride home, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and I had our own compartment.
"You know it's weird, Malfoy hasn't been around once," he said in a slightly mocking tone. I made a mental note to ask him what he was hinting at when we got home.
Mostly we swapped stories about what we remembered from the year; like when George made Ron toilet paper Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. And when Hermione forgot her Transfiguration homework, yes, Hermione forgot her homework! And, when I caught the muggle virus called chicken pocks. Oh it was horrible! We got up till about April when we arrived at Platform 9 and ¾.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle did in fact remain unseen for the entire trip, and to be honest, I was almost worried.
We were saying our goodbye's when Harry gently tugged my elbow and pulled me aside.
"If you get bored make sure to owl, okay?"
Why wouldn't he just ask me out? He was always nice, sweet, and gentle with me. He did everything but make it official.
"Of course, and you'd better write back."
He nodded, as we merged back with the rest of the group. After we finished our farwell's Ron, Hermione, my mum and I got into our muggle car, and headed home.
Once we got there, I showed Hermione up to her room, and she began unpacking her clothes, and books. I almost started a conversation about Hogwarts: A History, but decided against it. I haven't gotten past the first chapter yet.
So, I went down to the kitchen and found Ron dancing the "Macrenio" (I think that's what the muggles call it.)
"Guess you're happy to be home, huh?" I teased him.
"Yup," he laughed, and popped a chocolate frog in his mouth, and danced around a bit more. "No really, I have good news."
"Are you moving out?"
"Fine, fine, I won't tell you about Malfoy's depression.
"What?! Spill the Berty Bott's every-flavor beans!"
"Alright, alright… I heard Dumbledore talking to Malfoy about how he could pay for his books next year. Seems the Malfoy's are in financial trouble…"
"How? Aren't they backed by Vol- he-who-can not-be-named?"
"I can't figure it out either, but makes me happy!" Ron seemed to love to see Draco suffer. "Anyway, did Harry tell you when we should pick him up?"
I eyed him quizzically, "Maybe he would've, I mean, if he'd known he was invited."
"Oh fudge buckets… I'll invite him later."
I sighed, "I'll do it. Don't worry Ron." I ran upstairs and scribbled a note to Harry.
Dear Harry,
Ron can be such an arse! He meant to invite you, honest, you know how his memory can be. Come spend the summer with the Weasley's. PLEASE!
Love, Ginny
P.S. – Owl back to tell us when to pick you up.