A/n Thanks for all the great reviewsJ!! As long as the reviews keep coming, the story will continue. Also, to anyone that is following my Glimmer series: I have started the new chapter, and I was planning on getting it up tonight, but, unfortunately, I got called into work today so I'll try to get it finished and get it up Sunday.
Part 3
Harry
awoke the next morning by a violent shaking. He rolled over in hopes that it would stop, but to no avail. Finally, he gave up and forced his eyelids
open. The first sight he saw was a flash of red hair.
"Harry,
get up," Ron shouted.
"It's
Saturday," Harry proclaimed, rolling over facing his back to Ron.
"Alright,
but don't complain to me if breakfast is all gone by the time you get there."
"Fine,
I'm coming," he answered, pulling himself out of bed. While getting dressed, he remembered the events from the previous
night. He didn't know why, but he had
to stop Ginny from going out with Phillip. Hopefully, he could get to her before Phillip did.
As
he descended down the stairs with Ron, he saw Ginny and Hermione standing in
the middle of the common room. Apparently they were waiting for Ron and him. Harry also saw Phillip entering through the porthole from the
other side. Ginny turned around, and
walked toward Phillip. Harry knew he
had to get there before Ginny spoke to him.
He
walked on down, straight passed Hermione and right to Ginny. Ginny and Phillip dropped their conversation
as they both stared at him in light of his rather rude interruption.
"Are
you going to breakfast," Harry asked, grabbing Ginny's elbow.
"Um,
yeah Harry. In a bit," she
replied. Her eyes were mixed with a
cross between confusion and frustration.
"Why
don't you come with us? Were going
now."
"Well…"
But, Ginny didn't have time to reply before Harry was pulling her along toward
the porthole.
"Oi,
wait for us Harry," Ron called to him. Harry turned and motioned for him and Hermione to follow, and proceeded
out.
"Harry! What did you do that for?" Ginny looked sternly into his eyes.
"You
looked hungry."
"I
was talking to Phillip."
"Oh,
yeah," Harry said trying to be nonchalant. "So, did you ask him?"
"I
was about ready to, until you came along and ruined it!"
"Ready
to what?" Ron and Hermione had finally
caught up to them.
"Smack
you on the side of the head for listening in on my conversations," she
answered.
"Hey!"
"I'm
joking," she said, finally showing them a smile. "I was going to tell Phillip that I would go out with him."
"That
jerk! Why would you want to go out with
him?" Harry nodded in response; 'at least
Ron is with me.'
"He
is not a jerk Ron. You don't even know
him."
"Just
leave her alone Ron. She's a big girl,
she can handle herself," Hermione said. At this Harry frowned; 'no Christmas present for Hermione this year;
instead I'll give Ron two.'
"Fine. But he better not lay a finger on you, you
hear," he said, shaking his finger at her. 'Alright,' Harry thought. 'Only
one Christmas present for Ron this year.'
"Yes
father. You don't have to worry about
it anyway. Harry probably scared him
off when he practically grabbed me and pushed me through the porthole."
"Way
to go Harry," Ron whispered in his ear so Ginny and Hermione wouldn't hear.
"I
heard that," Ginny answered.
"You know I'm joking sis," he said, looping
an arm around her shoulder and continuing into the Great Hall.
Harry
found himself in the library latter that day. Hermione insisted they spend some time studying since the NEWTS were
coming up. Hermione and Ron were
sitting close together, laughing at some picture in one of the textbooks. Harry kept his head down it the textbooks,
trying his hardest to pay attention to the book and not to the people around
him.
He
didn't know why, but his gaze lingered a lot on the little redhead searching
for a book in the restricted section. Ginny had told him earlier that Professor McGonagall gave her permission
to use a restricted book on a spell she was doing a paper on in class.
Ginny
looked up, and when she saw Harry, she gave him a little wave. Then, she came to his table, and sat quietly
while researching the book she had plucked from the rack. "Thought you could use a little company,"
she whispered, nodding her head towards Ron and Hermione who were still reading
from the same book.
"Yeah. They do get a little annoying sometimes," he
answered.
"I
heard that," Hermione said from across the table.
"I
know. You were supposed to. Ouch," he responded after Hermione kicked
him from under the table. She responded
by giving him a satisfying smirk, and going back to the book she and Ron had
been reading.
They
all sat in the library quietly for the next half-hour. Harry was about to suggest taking a break
and playing a game of Exploding snap when Phillip approached their table.
"Hi,"
he said calmly. "Mind if I sit here?"
"No,"
Harry lied.
Phillip
responded by taking a chair and pulling it right between him and Ginny. "Did you have something to tell me this
morning," he whispered to her.
"Yes. Can we go somewhere else," she asked
Phillip. "You don't mind, do you
Harry?"
"I
was about to suggest that myself," Harry responded. "How about we all go back to the common room and play a game of
Exploding snap?"
"I
meant do you mind if I leave for awhile to talk to Phillip? Don't worry; I won't leave you alone with
those two for very long," she giggled.
"No,"
Harry lied again.
"Well
then, shall we go?"
Harry
started to get up.
"I
wasn't talking to you," Ginny hummed behind her breath.
"How
about we go for a walk," he said, looking at the exchange between Harry and
Ginny. "Alone," Phillip added as Harry
and Ron both got up to go with them.
"Yes. I think that would be best." She pushed Ron back down in his chair, and
gave Harry a sympathetic smile as she left him there alone with Ron and
Hermione.
Harry
sighed and wondered why he was so intent on keeping Ginny away from Phillip,
and more importantly, how he was going to keep Ginny away from Phillip.
A/n So, will Harry succeed in
keeping Ginny away from Phillip? Will
Harry ever get a clue as to why it is so important to him anyway? Probably not for a while, so please stay
tunnedJ
