A/n Thanks for the reviews!! Well, I haven't gotten rid of Phillip yet, but I can't get rid of him yet, he's essential to the plot line (or lack of plotline, however you want to put it).
Part 4
Harry woke up, and looked at the calendar;
Monday. He then glanced up at the
clock; 7:30 a.m. It has now been nine
days, eleven hours, and ten minutes since Ginny Weasley started going out with
Philip…Phillip Whatshisname. Harry
didn't even know the kid's last name! What in the heck did Ginny see in some guy with an unmemorizable last
name? She needed a guy with a name one
can remember!
Harry shook the thoughts out of his head
and pulled himself out of bed to face a new day. Ever since Ginny and Phillip have been going out, he has been in
an uncharacteristically bad mood. Ron
and Hermione were starting to notice it too, which meant a lot, beings as
sometimes they were so caught up in their 'new relationship' that they didn't
notice much about Harry anymore.
Harry thought he finally figured out why he
was so against Ginny and Phillip going out. It was simple logic…he didn't like Phillip. Ginny is his friend, she deserves better than some no-name guy that
she would have never went out with if it weren't for Harry's little
speech. Besides, Phillip ate some of
his and Ginny's cracker-pickle sandwiches. Can a guy get any lower than that?
He trudged down the stairs to find Ron and
Hermione down there, waiting for him. They didn't seem to be missing him too much.
"Oh, hi Harry," Hermione said, finally
noticing him.
"Where's Ginny?" She was usually down here with them. Ever since the beginning of the year she sat beside them during
breakfast.
"Good morning to you to Harry. She's went down already with Phillip."
"What? Why didn't I know that," Ron asked.
"She came right down here and told both of
us. You must not have been paying
attention."
"We better get down there and keep track of
them then. Come on Harry." Harry gladly followed Ron out into the
castle. Hermione trailed behind
lecturing Ron on being too overprotective of his sister.
"…Isn't that right Harry," Hermione said as
they went down the hall. Harry had no
idea what she said before that. He was
trying his hardest to ignore her.
"Er…yeah…I guess."
"See, Harry agrees with me. We should let Ginny and Phillip sit alone
today."
Oops. Is that what he agreed to? "Er…Hermione…actually…"
"I don't care if all of Gryffindor agrees
with you for that matter. She is not
going to sit by herself with that…that guy!"
Harry smiled, good old Ron! "Actually Hermione, I think Ron is
right. I don't trust Phillip."
"Why? I think he's a nice guy, which is more than I can say for you two. What has he ever done to you Harry?"
Harry struggled to answer this one. What exactly was he going to say to this
one? He ate my cracker-pickle
sandwiches? No, that one wouldn't go
down too good. "He…er, he…walks
funny. He doesn't swing his arms when
he walks. Almost like he's tense."
"Exactly! I agree with you 100% Harry."
"Honestly you two! He walks funny? I don't think I've heard anything more ridiculous in my life,"
Hermione said as they entered the Great Hall. Harry saw Ginny right away. She was
sitting across from Phillip, looking like she was engrossed in a deep
conversation. Harry quickly took a seat
beside Ginny before Hermione could protest. Unfortunately, the side she was sitting on was rather crowded, and Ron
and Hermione couldn't find a place around there to sit.
"Could you scoot over a little so we can
sit down," Ron asked Phillip.
"No problem. Ginny and I were just about to go anyway," he answered getting
up. Ron sat in his seat, and Hermione
traded places with Ginny.
Harry watched, as Ginny and Phillip were
getting ready to leave. It seemed like
slow motion as Phillip held out his hand to Ginny, and she began to reach for
it. Without giving a rational thought,
Harry ran up to them, placing one hand in Phillip's outstretched one, and the
other in Ginny's. They both gave him a
rather odd, impatient sort of look.
"Harry, what are you doing," Ginny asked.
"And why are you holding my hand?"
"Yech," Harry said, quickly dropping
Phillip's hand and whipping his own on his robe. "I mean…er…sorry?"
"You still haven't answered my question,"
Ginny stated.
"Umm…I er, decided I wasn't hungry," he
said, his cheeks turning a bright pink.
"So you decided to follow us into the
common room? Ron, did you tell Harry to
do this," she said accusingly to her bother.
"No," he chuckled, "but now I wish I would've
thought of it." Harry looked to his
friends, who both seemed to be getting a kick out of Harry's awkward
situation. They would quit laughing
every once in a while, just to give a Harry a look of confusion before they
started in again. He knew as soon as
Ron and Hermione got him alone he'd never hear the end of their questions.
He continued out of the hall, walking
between Phillip and Ginny. Harry looked
straight ahead, but he could catch the reactions of Ginny and Phillip through
the corners of his eyes. Phillip did
not look too pleased; he kept sending glares his way. Ginny was trying to look as serious as Phillip, but every now and
then a tiny grin would betray her. Once
they were out of the Great Hall, Harry finally looked directly at each of them.
"Er…sorry about that back there. I er…needed to get out of there."
"Is something wrong Harry," Ginny said
concernedly.
"Er,
no. Nothing's wrong. I have something really important I have to
do, but I can't tell anyone," he said for a lame excuse.
"Well, okay Harry, we are going to head to
class now. See you later."
"Yeah, see you later." Harry stood there, trying to decide whether
he should go back in and face Ron and Hermione, and the entire Great Hall for
that matter, or if he should just go back to his room and sulk until it was
time for him to go to class. Conversed
in his thoughts, it took him about a minute before he realized Ginny hadn't
left yet.
"Um, Harry," she said, finally breaking him
out of his thoughts.
"Ginny? I
thought you were going to class?"
"I am. I just have one question before I leave."
'Oh no,' he thought, 'I'm in for it
now!'
"Harry…"
"I'm sorry for that scene back there. I really don't know what went over me," he
blurted out.
"You're forgiven. But that's not what I was going to ask about."
"Sorry, what did you want to ask?"
"Harry, will you let go of my hand?" Harry looked down to where he was still
grasping Ginny's hand. He must have
been holding on to it since they left the Great Hall.
"Sorry," he answered as he dropped his
hand, his cheeks once again flushing pink.
A/n Is
it just me, or it Jealous Harry a bit strangeJ?!? Please review, and I'll try to write more
soon. Though, I don't know how soon I'll
beJ