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A Dream Come True
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Part 3
Ginny walked along the corridors, with each step she felt that she was coming closer and closer to some terrible, unavoidable doom. However when she reached Professor Snape's classroom, she found that the door was locked and no one was inside. 'Did he forget? Maybe this day isn't going to be so horrible after all!' Ginny was about to turn around and make her way back to the common room when she saw something that made her heart fall once more. There was a note hanging on the door to Snape's classroom. She must've missed it before. Slowly Ginny read the note.
"I cannot be present tonight as business elsewhere has recently detained me, however, this does not let either of you off the hook. Report to the library immediately where Madame Pince will be supervising your detention."
Ginny groaned and headed back up the dank corridor toward the staircase. While Snape's absence might have cheered her up under any other circumstances, the prospect of the endless hours of a 'Pince Detention' was not cheery at all. It was rumoured that if you fell asleep during one of her detentions (and it was practically unavoidable) Pince would sentence you to another ceaseless mind-numbingly-dull session the next day. 'At least I would have been able to stay awake if Snape were here. Oh well off to boredom I go. Well on the bright side, I won't get any scars in the library'
' Unless of course you get a paper cut, which is highly likely.'
'Shut UP!!!!'
As the walk all the way from the dungeons to the library was rather long, the bickering voices in Ginny's head did not occupy her thoughts the entire way. As she was nearing the library entrance a new realization surfaced in her mind. 'That note said 'either of you'. If my streak of bad luck proves consistent, which of course it will, I am probably not going to be too pleased with my detention buddy. PLEASE let it be anyone but Colin Creevey. Great Witches, anyone but Colin.'
As Ginny entered the library, she saw it was empty save two people standing at Madame Pince's desk. 'Well, it's not Colin. The Great Witches have once again proved their greatness.'
'Noooo! I hate the Great Witches, and that other smarmy voice!'
For there standing at Madame Pince's desk was none other than Harry Potter. He glanced at her as she walked across the library, but almost immediately returned his gaze to Madame Pince who was talking in that horrible raspy grating voice of hers.
"So if you'll just begin over there, it shouldn't take you more than five hours and you can leave once you've finished. Ah Miss Weasley," As Madame Pince turned to face Ginny, Harry walked over the left side of the library where, Ginny just noticed, three or four large bookcases had been knocked over, spilling their books onto the floor in a random jumble. "Well it seems Peeves believed it would be amusing to wreak havoc in this glorious athenaeum whilst I was at lunch today. So it is now your duty, along with Mr. Potter of course, to set these tomes right. I must discuss this matter with Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Filch forthwith. As I told Mr. Potter, the two of you are free to leave as soon as you have placed the books back in their proper order." Madame Pince turned on her heel and was about to leave when she stopped as though she had just remembered something important. "Oh yes, silly me." She whipped out her wand, pointed it at the toppled bookcases and muttered 'levante'. At once the bookcases rose and stood properly. The books however, remained in their cluttered disarray, spread all over the floor in front of them.
At once Madame Pince was gone, leaving Ginny alone with Harry. A week ago Ginny would have reveled at the thought of being alone with him, but now that it had actually happened, Ginny was wholly and thoroughly mortified.
Ginny walked slowly toward the bookcases, trepidation in every step. Harry had already put a dozen or so books on the shelves and it seemed he was just going to continue placing books and rearrange them alphabetically as he went. Ginny followed his lead and for hours it was as though they were each invisible to the other. Neither spoke, though they could have seeing as Madame Pince was still gone, and Ginny didn't dare look over at Harry. Though, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw him glance at her a few times.
The next few hours passed like 27 trillion eternities. Finally though, they had placed the last book in its spot. Ginny stepped back to survey their job and to double-check that each of the books was in fact in its proper place. She was nearly satisfied when she spotted two books out of order on the top shelf. She reached to switch them just as Harry got the same idea. For a moment his hand brushed hers and then he held it gently for what seemed like another eternity. But then Ginny came to her senses as she felt her face burn. She pulled her hand away rather abruptly, turned on her heel and walked briskly toward the door. Behind her Ginny heard Harry rushing to fix the last two books.
"Ginny wait!" As Harry's voice reached her ears, Ginny became resolved to avoid talking to him at all costs. 'Why does he always do this to me? He compliments me, he dances with me, he holds my hand and yet it means nothing to him. Why is nothing fair in life?'
Nearing the portrait hole, Ginny heard him call her name again. She quickened her pace, determined to make it upstairs to her dorm before he could stop her. 'I can't let him talk to me ever again. He probably only wants to tell me off for being a pathetic little loser who can't tell a foolish schoolgirl crush from reality.'
'Or maybe he wants to tell you he loves you'
'Errr. Go away. Although it would be just like Harry to stop me in this dark hallway and say something divinely sweet to me and get my hopes up all over again. I hate him so much sometimes.'
'Sure you do. Maybe if you tell yourself that enough times, you'll be fooled into believing it.'
Down the corridor Harry's voice calling her name echoed yet again. This time Ginny stopped, right in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. She turned and faced the boy that had caused her so much grief that week, determined to be mad at him. But one look into those dazzling emerald eyes and Ginny knew she was a goner. Harry was standing very close to her now, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying to tell her something very important. ('Like that he thinks I should go jump in a lake.' 'Would you shut up and listen to the boy?').
"Ginny I have to ask you something. Please, please just answer me honestly. Why do you hate me all of a sudden?"
"I don't." Ginny replied quietly. She looked up into his now rather sad looking eyes once more. Harry gazed back at her and seemed to be thinking about what he wanted to say next.
"If you don't hate me, why have you been acting like that all week?"
"Me? You and Ron and Hermione have been pretending like I didn't exist ever since the party."
"Right, the party. When we were talking and then you kissed me and then you ran away, like you couldn't stand being near me anymore." Ginny didn't know what to say. How could he think that she would ever want to be away from him?
"I didn't really mean to do that, I'm sorry. It's just that you said the most wonderful things,"
"They were the truth."
"and then I couldn't help it. I shouldn't have kissed you and then I saw your face and you looked so shocked and...Did you just say 'they were the truth'?" Harry nodded. Ginny couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it! Ok? Just stop it Harry Potter! You can't just go around saying things like that. I like you and I take it seriously and it hurts me because I know you don't mean it!" Whatever else Ginny was about to say, she was cut short. Harry had seized her hands and pulled very close to him. She only got a brief look at his beautiful eyes when she was kissing Harry Potter for the second time in her life. But this time, it was for real. This time Ginny knew that Harry wanted that kiss as much as she did. Eventually though, Harry pulled away and smiled down at her.
"Now do you believe I mean it?" Ginny nodded. Then a though struck her.
"You told Emily this morning didn't you?" Harry looked puzzled for a minute and then replied:
"Yeah. Well we saw her coming down to breakfast this morning and she kinda yelled at me for being evil and heartless or something along those lines. But eventually Emily and I got the situation sorted out. But I'll tell you, the way you were acting in the library, I was sure Emily was wrong."
"Sorry," Ginny replied, "I thought you never wanted to speak to me again. But speaking of the library, how did you get your detention?"
Harry smiled bashfully. "Snape gave me a detention for daydreaming in class." Ginny giggled, then kissed Harry on the cheek as she whispered 'me too' into his ear. Then Ginny turned toward the portrait hole and told the Fat Lady the password (Capricorn).
The portrait swung open to reveal Emily, Cleo, Ron and Hermione sitting on a sofa facing Harry and Ginny. All four of them were grinning devilishly.
"On second thought," Ginny said as she turned back to face Harry, "Why don't we just stay out here a little longer?" Harry returned her smile and pulled her close to him and kissing her yet again.
The portrait swung to a close blocking the scene in the corridor from view and leaving the four friends in the Common Room rather annoyed. After a few moments Ron broke the silence.
"How long do you think they're going to be out there?"
"I don't know Ron," Hermione grinned at him. "It could be a while. Those two look like they might be in love."
A/N: well there it is, the last part of my silly little Ginny/Harry fic. I hope you liked it. Thanx to all those who reviewed and please let me know what you thought of this one. Also I have no idea what to write next, so if you have any suggestions e-mail me! Thanx again and have a nice day!
A Dream Come True
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Part 3
Ginny walked along the corridors, with each step she felt that she was coming closer and closer to some terrible, unavoidable doom. However when she reached Professor Snape's classroom, she found that the door was locked and no one was inside. 'Did he forget? Maybe this day isn't going to be so horrible after all!' Ginny was about to turn around and make her way back to the common room when she saw something that made her heart fall once more. There was a note hanging on the door to Snape's classroom. She must've missed it before. Slowly Ginny read the note.
"I cannot be present tonight as business elsewhere has recently detained me, however, this does not let either of you off the hook. Report to the library immediately where Madame Pince will be supervising your detention."
Ginny groaned and headed back up the dank corridor toward the staircase. While Snape's absence might have cheered her up under any other circumstances, the prospect of the endless hours of a 'Pince Detention' was not cheery at all. It was rumoured that if you fell asleep during one of her detentions (and it was practically unavoidable) Pince would sentence you to another ceaseless mind-numbingly-dull session the next day. 'At least I would have been able to stay awake if Snape were here. Oh well off to boredom I go. Well on the bright side, I won't get any scars in the library'
' Unless of course you get a paper cut, which is highly likely.'
'Shut UP!!!!'
As the walk all the way from the dungeons to the library was rather long, the bickering voices in Ginny's head did not occupy her thoughts the entire way. As she was nearing the library entrance a new realization surfaced in her mind. 'That note said 'either of you'. If my streak of bad luck proves consistent, which of course it will, I am probably not going to be too pleased with my detention buddy. PLEASE let it be anyone but Colin Creevey. Great Witches, anyone but Colin.'
As Ginny entered the library, she saw it was empty save two people standing at Madame Pince's desk. 'Well, it's not Colin. The Great Witches have once again proved their greatness.'
'Noooo! I hate the Great Witches, and that other smarmy voice!'
For there standing at Madame Pince's desk was none other than Harry Potter. He glanced at her as she walked across the library, but almost immediately returned his gaze to Madame Pince who was talking in that horrible raspy grating voice of hers.
"So if you'll just begin over there, it shouldn't take you more than five hours and you can leave once you've finished. Ah Miss Weasley," As Madame Pince turned to face Ginny, Harry walked over the left side of the library where, Ginny just noticed, three or four large bookcases had been knocked over, spilling their books onto the floor in a random jumble. "Well it seems Peeves believed it would be amusing to wreak havoc in this glorious athenaeum whilst I was at lunch today. So it is now your duty, along with Mr. Potter of course, to set these tomes right. I must discuss this matter with Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Filch forthwith. As I told Mr. Potter, the two of you are free to leave as soon as you have placed the books back in their proper order." Madame Pince turned on her heel and was about to leave when she stopped as though she had just remembered something important. "Oh yes, silly me." She whipped out her wand, pointed it at the toppled bookcases and muttered 'levante'. At once the bookcases rose and stood properly. The books however, remained in their cluttered disarray, spread all over the floor in front of them.
At once Madame Pince was gone, leaving Ginny alone with Harry. A week ago Ginny would have reveled at the thought of being alone with him, but now that it had actually happened, Ginny was wholly and thoroughly mortified.
Ginny walked slowly toward the bookcases, trepidation in every step. Harry had already put a dozen or so books on the shelves and it seemed he was just going to continue placing books and rearrange them alphabetically as he went. Ginny followed his lead and for hours it was as though they were each invisible to the other. Neither spoke, though they could have seeing as Madame Pince was still gone, and Ginny didn't dare look over at Harry. Though, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw him glance at her a few times.
The next few hours passed like 27 trillion eternities. Finally though, they had placed the last book in its spot. Ginny stepped back to survey their job and to double-check that each of the books was in fact in its proper place. She was nearly satisfied when she spotted two books out of order on the top shelf. She reached to switch them just as Harry got the same idea. For a moment his hand brushed hers and then he held it gently for what seemed like another eternity. But then Ginny came to her senses as she felt her face burn. She pulled her hand away rather abruptly, turned on her heel and walked briskly toward the door. Behind her Ginny heard Harry rushing to fix the last two books.
"Ginny wait!" As Harry's voice reached her ears, Ginny became resolved to avoid talking to him at all costs. 'Why does he always do this to me? He compliments me, he dances with me, he holds my hand and yet it means nothing to him. Why is nothing fair in life?'
Nearing the portrait hole, Ginny heard him call her name again. She quickened her pace, determined to make it upstairs to her dorm before he could stop her. 'I can't let him talk to me ever again. He probably only wants to tell me off for being a pathetic little loser who can't tell a foolish schoolgirl crush from reality.'
'Or maybe he wants to tell you he loves you'
'Errr. Go away. Although it would be just like Harry to stop me in this dark hallway and say something divinely sweet to me and get my hopes up all over again. I hate him so much sometimes.'
'Sure you do. Maybe if you tell yourself that enough times, you'll be fooled into believing it.'
Down the corridor Harry's voice calling her name echoed yet again. This time Ginny stopped, right in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. She turned and faced the boy that had caused her so much grief that week, determined to be mad at him. But one look into those dazzling emerald eyes and Ginny knew she was a goner. Harry was standing very close to her now, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was trying to tell her something very important. ('Like that he thinks I should go jump in a lake.' 'Would you shut up and listen to the boy?').
"Ginny I have to ask you something. Please, please just answer me honestly. Why do you hate me all of a sudden?"
"I don't." Ginny replied quietly. She looked up into his now rather sad looking eyes once more. Harry gazed back at her and seemed to be thinking about what he wanted to say next.
"If you don't hate me, why have you been acting like that all week?"
"Me? You and Ron and Hermione have been pretending like I didn't exist ever since the party."
"Right, the party. When we were talking and then you kissed me and then you ran away, like you couldn't stand being near me anymore." Ginny didn't know what to say. How could he think that she would ever want to be away from him?
"I didn't really mean to do that, I'm sorry. It's just that you said the most wonderful things,"
"They were the truth."
"and then I couldn't help it. I shouldn't have kissed you and then I saw your face and you looked so shocked and...Did you just say 'they were the truth'?" Harry nodded. Ginny couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it! Ok? Just stop it Harry Potter! You can't just go around saying things like that. I like you and I take it seriously and it hurts me because I know you don't mean it!" Whatever else Ginny was about to say, she was cut short. Harry had seized her hands and pulled very close to him. She only got a brief look at his beautiful eyes when she was kissing Harry Potter for the second time in her life. But this time, it was for real. This time Ginny knew that Harry wanted that kiss as much as she did. Eventually though, Harry pulled away and smiled down at her.
"Now do you believe I mean it?" Ginny nodded. Then a though struck her.
"You told Emily this morning didn't you?" Harry looked puzzled for a minute and then replied:
"Yeah. Well we saw her coming down to breakfast this morning and she kinda yelled at me for being evil and heartless or something along those lines. But eventually Emily and I got the situation sorted out. But I'll tell you, the way you were acting in the library, I was sure Emily was wrong."
"Sorry," Ginny replied, "I thought you never wanted to speak to me again. But speaking of the library, how did you get your detention?"
Harry smiled bashfully. "Snape gave me a detention for daydreaming in class." Ginny giggled, then kissed Harry on the cheek as she whispered 'me too' into his ear. Then Ginny turned toward the portrait hole and told the Fat Lady the password (Capricorn).
The portrait swung open to reveal Emily, Cleo, Ron and Hermione sitting on a sofa facing Harry and Ginny. All four of them were grinning devilishly.
"On second thought," Ginny said as she turned back to face Harry, "Why don't we just stay out here a little longer?" Harry returned her smile and pulled her close to him and kissing her yet again.
The portrait swung to a close blocking the scene in the corridor from view and leaving the four friends in the Common Room rather annoyed. After a few moments Ron broke the silence.
"How long do you think they're going to be out there?"
"I don't know Ron," Hermione grinned at him. "It could be a while. Those two look like they might be in love."
A/N: well there it is, the last part of my silly little Ginny/Harry fic. I hope you liked it. Thanx to all those who reviewed and please let me know what you thought of this one. Also I have no idea what to write next, so if you have any suggestions e-mail me! Thanx again and have a nice day!