Ginny Riddle, Chapter 3
Author's Note: Finally, the third chapter. Finally, that little bit of H/H romance you've all been waiting for (or maybe not). Thanks to all (very few people) who wished me luck in my math competition. I did very well. Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Short and sweet, just the way I like it, and just the way you like it too, because I know you like to read stories, not disclaimers.
Harry and Hermione had been flying on Harry's broom for twenty four hours and they had found no sign of Ginny Weasley or Lord Voldemort. They were tired and extremely hungry when they spotted a town in the distance.
"Harry," Hermione began.
"Yeah, Herm," he replied.
"You think we could stop down there," she said, gesturing to the town, "and rest a little. I'm really tired and I of course wouldn't say no to some massive feast."
Harry slowed his Firebolt and started a nosedive. Hermione gripped Harry's waist tightly as they went down and down, faster and faster. In a moment they were plummeting down at a ninety degree angle. Hermione shrieked and held Harry tighter as they gained still more speed. When they were ten feet away from the ground, Hermione closed her eyes, clearly awaiting the collision that would end their lives, but when they were no farther than three feet from the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive. Hermione's shoes skimmed the Muggle street as she realized they weren't dying. She opened her eyes as the broom came to a stop.
Hermione was the first to speak as they dismounted the Firebolt. "Harry," she scolded, "if you ever do that again, I'll never help you with Potions homework again!"
Harry responded, "I was only trying to have some fun!"
Harry led them to a Muggle hotel, his Firebolt safely stowed under the Invisibility Cloak in an abandoned warehouse. When they arrived at the hotel, they checked into non-connecting rooms and headed for the restaurant.
They ate and ate and ate some more. Up came the issue of money. Fortunately, Hermione had about 2,000 pounds spare Muggle money (where she came across this much money is anyone's guess). They used some of it to pay for dinner, but still had a lot left.
After dinner, they went to the spa, and were surprised when not another soul was there. How romantic, thought Hermione as they sat together in the whirlpool tub. They just sat and considered their chances of ever finding Ginny. They did this for a little while, and Hermione began to cry, believing their chances were slim. Harry moved across the whirlpool to sit next to her, and he put his arm around her.
She cried, "If we find Voldemort, we're both going to KILL HIM!!!" she shouted those last two words fairly loudly, as Harry nodded in agreement.
"Herm, look at me," commanded Harry. She turned her head to look at him and saw he had shed a tear. "We will find her," he said confidently, and she looked away. "Look at me," he commanded again, and again she turned her head. He didn't have anything to say this time, but he pulled her close to him and kissed her. She kissed him back.
"So what does this mean," Hermione asked.
"I know what I want it to mean, but what about you," Harry replied.
"I want it to mean that we're going together, but let's take this one step at a time," returned Hermione.
"Yes, that's what I was hoping it would mean, too," said Harry, and they kissed again. At that moment, a grumpy old man who had a room overlooking the pool opened his drapes to see Harry and Hermione kissing.
"Stupid teen-agers," he muttered to himself, and closed the drapes.
Harry whispered to her, "Well, it looks like Seamus won his bet."
"Oh, why's that," inquired Hermione.
"Well, he bet Ron ten bags of Every Flavor Beans that we'd get together before Christmas vacation."
"I guess he has won, then," she remarked as she felt happier than she had felt in her life. Their feelings quickly turned negative, as they thought of Ginny's plight.
Not too far away, Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was pacing his cavernous underground lair. He seemed to be growing impatient. "Where are they," he kept muttering, "where are they?" Finally he would wait no longer. "Bring the girl," he ordered the assembled Death Eaters.
"Yes, Master," one of the Death Eaters chanted, bowing very low to the ground.
In short order, he returned with an unconscious Ginny. "I gave her the sleeping potion, Master," he said.
"Good," said Voldemort. "Bring her to the designated room."
"Yes, Master," said the Death Eater.
Two hours later, Ginny awoke in her dark prison cell. She felt groggy, like she had been under the influence of sleeping potion. She lifted her left hand and noticed a shiny ring on her third finger. Strange, she thought to herself. She rarely wore jewelry, and recalled not having her bracelet when she was kidnapped. She slid the ring off and studied it. On the inner part of the band, she noticed the writing: Virginia Weasley Riddle, December Second, 1997.
"NO," she shrieked, as she threw the chair in her small cell against the wall. She screamed several vulgar words, and called Voldemort something that should be censored. At this moment, a tall, bald Death Eater entered the room.
"Shut up or you get the Cruciatus Curse," said the Death Eater, raising his wand.
Ginny Riddle was overcome with fear at enduring the Cruciatus Curse again, that she stopped shrieking and stood in her cell. Then she fainted.
She came to ten minutes later, with Lord Voldemort standing above her. He was back in his body, the same body he had had when he was sixteen years old, as a sixth year in Hogwarts. "Ah," he said, "my wife has awoken."
Ginny felt her temperature rising along with her temper, but then curiously, she started to calm down. Ginny couldn't explain this calming feeling, then quickly started to notice how good-looking Tom was...
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: Finally, the third chapter. Finally, that little bit of H/H romance you've all been waiting for (or maybe not). Thanks to all (very few people) who wished me luck in my math competition. I did very well. Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Short and sweet, just the way I like it, and just the way you like it too, because I know you like to read stories, not disclaimers.
Harry and Hermione had been flying on Harry's broom for twenty four hours and they had found no sign of Ginny Weasley or Lord Voldemort. They were tired and extremely hungry when they spotted a town in the distance.
"Harry," Hermione began.
"Yeah, Herm," he replied.
"You think we could stop down there," she said, gesturing to the town, "and rest a little. I'm really tired and I of course wouldn't say no to some massive feast."
Harry slowed his Firebolt and started a nosedive. Hermione gripped Harry's waist tightly as they went down and down, faster and faster. In a moment they were plummeting down at a ninety degree angle. Hermione shrieked and held Harry tighter as they gained still more speed. When they were ten feet away from the ground, Hermione closed her eyes, clearly awaiting the collision that would end their lives, but when they were no farther than three feet from the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive. Hermione's shoes skimmed the Muggle street as she realized they weren't dying. She opened her eyes as the broom came to a stop.
Hermione was the first to speak as they dismounted the Firebolt. "Harry," she scolded, "if you ever do that again, I'll never help you with Potions homework again!"
Harry responded, "I was only trying to have some fun!"
Harry led them to a Muggle hotel, his Firebolt safely stowed under the Invisibility Cloak in an abandoned warehouse. When they arrived at the hotel, they checked into non-connecting rooms and headed for the restaurant.
They ate and ate and ate some more. Up came the issue of money. Fortunately, Hermione had about 2,000 pounds spare Muggle money (where she came across this much money is anyone's guess). They used some of it to pay for dinner, but still had a lot left.
After dinner, they went to the spa, and were surprised when not another soul was there. How romantic, thought Hermione as they sat together in the whirlpool tub. They just sat and considered their chances of ever finding Ginny. They did this for a little while, and Hermione began to cry, believing their chances were slim. Harry moved across the whirlpool to sit next to her, and he put his arm around her.
She cried, "If we find Voldemort, we're both going to KILL HIM!!!" she shouted those last two words fairly loudly, as Harry nodded in agreement.
"Herm, look at me," commanded Harry. She turned her head to look at him and saw he had shed a tear. "We will find her," he said confidently, and she looked away. "Look at me," he commanded again, and again she turned her head. He didn't have anything to say this time, but he pulled her close to him and kissed her. She kissed him back.
"So what does this mean," Hermione asked.
"I know what I want it to mean, but what about you," Harry replied.
"I want it to mean that we're going together, but let's take this one step at a time," returned Hermione.
"Yes, that's what I was hoping it would mean, too," said Harry, and they kissed again. At that moment, a grumpy old man who had a room overlooking the pool opened his drapes to see Harry and Hermione kissing.
"Stupid teen-agers," he muttered to himself, and closed the drapes.
Harry whispered to her, "Well, it looks like Seamus won his bet."
"Oh, why's that," inquired Hermione.
"Well, he bet Ron ten bags of Every Flavor Beans that we'd get together before Christmas vacation."
"I guess he has won, then," she remarked as she felt happier than she had felt in her life. Their feelings quickly turned negative, as they thought of Ginny's plight.
Not too far away, Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was pacing his cavernous underground lair. He seemed to be growing impatient. "Where are they," he kept muttering, "where are they?" Finally he would wait no longer. "Bring the girl," he ordered the assembled Death Eaters.
"Yes, Master," one of the Death Eaters chanted, bowing very low to the ground.
In short order, he returned with an unconscious Ginny. "I gave her the sleeping potion, Master," he said.
"Good," said Voldemort. "Bring her to the designated room."
"Yes, Master," said the Death Eater.
Two hours later, Ginny awoke in her dark prison cell. She felt groggy, like she had been under the influence of sleeping potion. She lifted her left hand and noticed a shiny ring on her third finger. Strange, she thought to herself. She rarely wore jewelry, and recalled not having her bracelet when she was kidnapped. She slid the ring off and studied it. On the inner part of the band, she noticed the writing: Virginia Weasley Riddle, December Second, 1997.
"NO," she shrieked, as she threw the chair in her small cell against the wall. She screamed several vulgar words, and called Voldemort something that should be censored. At this moment, a tall, bald Death Eater entered the room.
"Shut up or you get the Cruciatus Curse," said the Death Eater, raising his wand.
Ginny Riddle was overcome with fear at enduring the Cruciatus Curse again, that she stopped shrieking and stood in her cell. Then she fainted.
She came to ten minutes later, with Lord Voldemort standing above her. He was back in his body, the same body he had had when he was sixteen years old, as a sixth year in Hogwarts. "Ah," he said, "my wife has awoken."
Ginny felt her temperature rising along with her temper, but then curiously, she started to calm down. Ginny couldn't explain this calming feeling, then quickly started to notice how good-looking Tom was...
TO BE CONTINUED