HARRY POTTER AND THE GIRL DILEMMA
Chapter #4
Come What May
Draco had gotten home and was stuck entertaining Pansy Parkinson back at
Malfoy Manor during his mother's dinner party extravaganza. And when Pansy
leaned over to kiss Draco a mushy good night, he had to suffer. Because then his
parents would know something was wrong, Pansy was such a tattletale.
"Son, you'll make a fine husband for my daughter one day," boomed
Mr. Parkinson, clapping Draco on the shoulder.
"Betrothed from birth, right Narcissa?" giggled Mrs. Parkinson.
"Oh... yes," said Narcissa, coming to. Lucius gave her a pointed look of venom.
After the train journey they got back to Hogwarts. Dear old Hogwarts. A place for
secrets. The ideal place for romance.
The days passed and the school was having a Hogsmeade afternoon.
But Harry wasn't planning on leaving the castle.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? he wrote.
He prayed that Ginny understood French.
And Ginny wrote back:
Oui-oui! Next Hogsmeade weekend in your dormitory.
Harry was thinking. About who else? he thought. Ginny,
Ginny, Ginny. You have a problem, my man, he said to himself.
You are seriously in love with Ginny Weasley.
He touched his lips, remembering how sweet Ginny's kisses tasted.
Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you.
Ginny needed to do this before she lost her nerve. She slipped off her ordinary
robes and put satin-feel silver ones on instead. Then she quickly
tiptoed down the hall to Harry's dormitory.
"Harry, it's me," she whispered.
She sat on the bed, in front of him, and Harry held her face and
kissed her over and over. "Don't.. Tell... Anyone," Harry said between kisses.
She could finish at Hogwarts
lacking something very important to some men. She'd have to wear yellow at
her wedding!
"Harry... Don't do this with me if you're not sure," Ginny said.
"Ginny, I'm sure about this. Why do you think you're with me? I promise I won't
let go."
"This is the best kind of magic there is,"
Ginny murmured, sinking down with Harry...
Her hair was a little messed up and he smoothed it back from her forehead.
"I have to get out of here!" she whispered loudly.
"Just tiptoe through the hall and put on your other robes. Remember, don't tell
anyone about us."
"I want to scream it out to everyone but I know that
secrecy is the best thing," replied Ginny.
"One more minute," Harry whispered urgently, kissing her deeply.
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
Would it be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it,
Turn it upside down, don't wanna waste it.
Ron thought he heard Harry's bed squeak.
But then he heard a high-pitched squeal that sounded awfully like his sister, Ginny,
when she was happy. And then another squeak,
and then another noise that sounded very... wet.
And the noise came again and again. Bounce, bounce, mwah, mwah, mwaaaaah.
Harry and my sister are... having sex! he realised. My sister! Harry! God!
So... that makes them the fourth couple I've heard about. Draco and Hermione.
Seamus and Lavender. And Harry and Ginny.
"And me and Hermione," he sighed.
Ron asked Harry for a word then next day in the common room.
"My sister. You slept with my sister."
"Yeah... and I reckon that I could've produced the world's best Patronus," Harry
said matter-of-factly.
Ron was very angry. "You- you don't even love her!" he sputtered.
"Ron, I'll bet my broomstick that you won't believe me, but I do. I love Ginny.
And I wouldn't be scared to shout it out loud in front of the Great Hall."
"How did it start?"
"I was crying, feeling sorry for myself, when she kissed me. And I- I found myself
kissing her back. And then she asked me if I really loved her,
and I kissed her again. And again.
And then she did something that made me sure."
"What was that?"
"She sang to me."
"I know Ginny can sing, she's quite good. But this isn't love you're feeling."
"And like you've had sex before?" countered Harry.
"I have."
Those two words were enough to stop Harry short.
"You- you've had sex?" he managed to get out.
"Yeah. And I didn't regret it."
Ron's face was reflecting;
Harry's face was putting the pieces of the puzzle into place.
"You made love with Hermione."
"Harry, I- I was drunk."
"On Butterbeer?" Harry spat, "Or on her?"
"Well if you had've drunk twenty Butterbeers you'd probably be drunk too," Ron
shot back. His temper was really getting out of hand. He was angry. He was getting
pissed off at Harry more and more.
"Oh God, don't tell me this is true," Harry muttered.
"Ron, it's not true, right?"
Looking scared, Ron nodded mutely.
Harry wanted to laugh uncontrollably at Ron. He felt hysteria coming on. His scar
was burning hot. Looking up, he stared into Ron.
And then he fainted.
Two teachers levitated him and took him to the Great Hall.
Ginny heard a thud. "Oh my God," she cried. "Let me through!"
People were crowding around Harry's lifeless form. She pushed through and knelt
by Harry's side. She didn't want to kiss him- too embarrassing right now.
So she opened her mouth. She took Harry's hand and held it.
And then she began to sing:
"Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Every day I love you more,
And more."
"It's not going to work! Weasley killed him!" shouted a Ravenclaw.
"Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter?" asked a Hufflepuff in disbelief.
"Keep trying, Ginny! It won't work!" yelled a Slytherin.
And then she heard it. It was faint, but it was there. It grew stronger, syllable by
syllable:
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything.
Seasons may change- winter to spring.
But I love you until the end of time."
And he stood up, took Ginny's hand, and they sang:
"Come what may, come what may.
I will love you, until my dying day."
And he took her in his arms, and they kissed in front of all the other students.
McGonagall was passing around a box of tissues. Flitwick was dancing. Snape was
just looking sulky. And Dumbledore beamed with pride.
A flick of his wand and the Great Hall was decorated with fairy lights.
Another flick, and there was food on the tables.
One more pulled up the girls' hair into elegant hairstyles
and the boys' slicked back.
Another flick found the boys in their dormitories and the girls in theirs.
Another, and the entire student body was dressed in assorted finery.
Ginny found herself in emerald green. Harry found himself in black. Real emerald
earrings glittered in her ears and gems decorated her hair.
Led by Harry and Ginny, the Gryffindors descended the stairs into the Great Hall.
And they danced the night away.
Chapter #4
Come What May
Draco had gotten home and was stuck entertaining Pansy Parkinson back at
Malfoy Manor during his mother's dinner party extravaganza. And when Pansy
leaned over to kiss Draco a mushy good night, he had to suffer. Because then his
parents would know something was wrong, Pansy was such a tattletale.
"Son, you'll make a fine husband for my daughter one day," boomed
Mr. Parkinson, clapping Draco on the shoulder.
"Betrothed from birth, right Narcissa?" giggled Mrs. Parkinson.
"Oh... yes," said Narcissa, coming to. Lucius gave her a pointed look of venom.
After the train journey they got back to Hogwarts. Dear old Hogwarts. A place for
secrets. The ideal place for romance.
The days passed and the school was having a Hogsmeade afternoon.
But Harry wasn't planning on leaving the castle.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? he wrote.
He prayed that Ginny understood French.
And Ginny wrote back:
Oui-oui! Next Hogsmeade weekend in your dormitory.
Harry was thinking. About who else? he thought. Ginny,
Ginny, Ginny. You have a problem, my man, he said to himself.
You are seriously in love with Ginny Weasley.
He touched his lips, remembering how sweet Ginny's kisses tasted.
Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you.
Ginny needed to do this before she lost her nerve. She slipped off her ordinary
robes and put satin-feel silver ones on instead. Then she quickly
tiptoed down the hall to Harry's dormitory.
"Harry, it's me," she whispered.
She sat on the bed, in front of him, and Harry held her face and
kissed her over and over. "Don't.. Tell... Anyone," Harry said between kisses.
She could finish at Hogwarts
lacking something very important to some men. She'd have to wear yellow at
her wedding!
"Harry... Don't do this with me if you're not sure," Ginny said.
"Ginny, I'm sure about this. Why do you think you're with me? I promise I won't
let go."
"This is the best kind of magic there is,"
Ginny murmured, sinking down with Harry...
Her hair was a little messed up and he smoothed it back from her forehead.
"I have to get out of here!" she whispered loudly.
"Just tiptoe through the hall and put on your other robes. Remember, don't tell
anyone about us."
"I want to scream it out to everyone but I know that
secrecy is the best thing," replied Ginny.
"One more minute," Harry whispered urgently, kissing her deeply.
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
Would it be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it,
Turn it upside down, don't wanna waste it.
Ron thought he heard Harry's bed squeak.
But then he heard a high-pitched squeal that sounded awfully like his sister, Ginny,
when she was happy. And then another squeak,
and then another noise that sounded very... wet.
And the noise came again and again. Bounce, bounce, mwah, mwah, mwaaaaah.
Harry and my sister are... having sex! he realised. My sister! Harry! God!
So... that makes them the fourth couple I've heard about. Draco and Hermione.
Seamus and Lavender. And Harry and Ginny.
"And me and Hermione," he sighed.
Ron asked Harry for a word then next day in the common room.
"My sister. You slept with my sister."
"Yeah... and I reckon that I could've produced the world's best Patronus," Harry
said matter-of-factly.
Ron was very angry. "You- you don't even love her!" he sputtered.
"Ron, I'll bet my broomstick that you won't believe me, but I do. I love Ginny.
And I wouldn't be scared to shout it out loud in front of the Great Hall."
"How did it start?"
"I was crying, feeling sorry for myself, when she kissed me. And I- I found myself
kissing her back. And then she asked me if I really loved her,
and I kissed her again. And again.
And then she did something that made me sure."
"What was that?"
"She sang to me."
"I know Ginny can sing, she's quite good. But this isn't love you're feeling."
"And like you've had sex before?" countered Harry.
"I have."
Those two words were enough to stop Harry short.
"You- you've had sex?" he managed to get out.
"Yeah. And I didn't regret it."
Ron's face was reflecting;
Harry's face was putting the pieces of the puzzle into place.
"You made love with Hermione."
"Harry, I- I was drunk."
"On Butterbeer?" Harry spat, "Or on her?"
"Well if you had've drunk twenty Butterbeers you'd probably be drunk too," Ron
shot back. His temper was really getting out of hand. He was angry. He was getting
pissed off at Harry more and more.
"Oh God, don't tell me this is true," Harry muttered.
"Ron, it's not true, right?"
Looking scared, Ron nodded mutely.
Harry wanted to laugh uncontrollably at Ron. He felt hysteria coming on. His scar
was burning hot. Looking up, he stared into Ron.
And then he fainted.
Two teachers levitated him and took him to the Great Hall.
Ginny heard a thud. "Oh my God," she cried. "Let me through!"
People were crowding around Harry's lifeless form. She pushed through and knelt
by Harry's side. She didn't want to kiss him- too embarrassing right now.
So she opened her mouth. She took Harry's hand and held it.
And then she began to sing:
"Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Every day I love you more,
And more."
"It's not going to work! Weasley killed him!" shouted a Ravenclaw.
"Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter?" asked a Hufflepuff in disbelief.
"Keep trying, Ginny! It won't work!" yelled a Slytherin.
And then she heard it. It was faint, but it was there. It grew stronger, syllable by
syllable:
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything.
Seasons may change- winter to spring.
But I love you until the end of time."
And he stood up, took Ginny's hand, and they sang:
"Come what may, come what may.
I will love you, until my dying day."
And he took her in his arms, and they kissed in front of all the other students.
McGonagall was passing around a box of tissues. Flitwick was dancing. Snape was
just looking sulky. And Dumbledore beamed with pride.
A flick of his wand and the Great Hall was decorated with fairy lights.
Another flick, and there was food on the tables.
One more pulled up the girls' hair into elegant hairstyles
and the boys' slicked back.
Another flick found the boys in their dormitories and the girls in theirs.
Another, and the entire student body was dressed in assorted finery.
Ginny found herself in emerald green. Harry found himself in black. Real emerald
earrings glittered in her ears and gems decorated her hair.
Led by Harry and Ginny, the Gryffindors descended the stairs into the Great Hall.
And they danced the night away.