Falling Into You
By
Hermione Potter
A/N: This fic is being posted today of MMI! Take a bow Jelly! AOL was being mean last night but we were having a nice conversation about…uh lets not go there. I was bored and decided to work on a fic I started in May before taking a 3 month hiatus to…Non-Fic Writing Land? Anyway she was ever so kind to Beta this for me at 1 AM before her mom kicked her off
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"So what are you going to do Gin? That boy is practically following you around like a puppy," a mousy haired boy asked his best friend.
Ginny sat twirling a flower between her fingertips, "I don't know Colin. I mean Justin is nice and all but...Oh I don't know. Subtle subject change, did you here what happened to Eloise Midgeon today?"
Across the common room Harry and Ron were listening to Hermione explain the Charms homework. Well, Harry was listening; Ron was glaring across the room. What is she doing flirting with him? That's Colin Creevy for God's sake, giggling like that. She's practically throwing herself on him!
Ron stood up suddenly and marched across the common room. Harry and Hermione were puzzled by his sudden departure, "Bullocks! I've got Quidditch practice in three minutes. The Captain can't be late, can we finish this later?" and so Harry left unaware of the scene he was about to miss.
"And then he - Oh hullo Ron," Ginny said absentmindedly, "He went up to her and-"
She was interrupted by Ron yanking her onto her feet, "Just what do you think you're doing?" he hissed into her ear.
"Talking. Really Ron, I know your a bit daft but I thought even you would've known that," she replied as her eyes rolled.
"You're FLIRTING with him!" Ron accused.
"For the 17,000,000th time, Ron, I'm not flirting with Colin I am having a con-ver-sa-tion!" Ginny's voice began to rise as her brother got thicker and thicker.
"But he's a boy and-" Ron was cut off.
"And Hermione's a girl. You're saying that every time she tries to get a simple concept through that thick skull of yours, she's flirting with you? Why would she want to do that?" Ginny was yelling and the entire common room watched in anticipation for Ron's response.
"That's not what I said!"
"That's exactly what you said," Ginny shot back flatly. "Seeing as you have now proved once again that, it is impossible to have a rational conversation with an irrational person
I'm leaving," Ginny turned on her heel (Which was conveniently placed on Ron's foot) and walked out of the common room.
Ron's purple face glared after her and stomped up to his dorm.
Ginny didn't know where she was going until she found herself sitting in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, dusk settling around her.
"Hey Gin!" Harry came swooping down on his broom so that he hovered in front of her, "We're trying to have a practice match but Hufflepuff is short a Beater, do you think you could fill in for them?"
Ginny pondered the offer for a moment, as she looked at the group of students assembled on the field. Her blood was still pumping furiously through her veins, from her row with Ron. She finally figured that beating a Buldger was the best way to vent her frustration, "All right, just let me get my broom,"
"I already took the liberty when I saw you making your way over," Harry said as he tossed her the used but still quite phenomenal Nimbus 2000 and a Beater bat.
"Now get over there, Justin needs help!"
She groaned at his words, the fact that Justin was a Hufflepuff Beater had momentarily slipped her mind, "Hey Ginny, come over here!" Justin said waving his arms.
Ginny forced herself to fly over there quickly as everyone else got in place. "Hello Ginny," Justin said with a grin plastered on his face.
"Hi, Justin," Ginny muttered as a whistle blew and the fourteen brooms rose into the air.
She scanned the sky quickly with her eyes searching for the black ball, when it was finally with in thwacking range she swung around and with a great CRACK sending it towards Emily Dobbs, the 4th year Gryffindor Beater.
Unfortunately, the small girl wasn't looking and the Buldger smacked into her shoulder. Ginny could her the crack of the bone twenty meters away. Emily fell off of her broom and onto the ground screaming.
"Oh God, Emily!" Ginny swooped down to the ground where Emily lay curled up in a fetal position, "Oh lord, I'm so sorry! Someone get Madame Pomefry!"
People were scrambling around unsure of what to do. Madame Hooch had heard the commotion and came running down to the pitch. When she got there she immediately whisked Emily off to the infirmary. Ginny was frozen in place shocked but what she had done.
The practice had been unofficially called off so members of both teams made their way off the field murmuring among themselves about the events that had just taken place. Ginny still did not move as silent tears streamed down her face. "What have I done?" she asked of no one in particular.
Warm arms wrapped around shoulders and whispered softly in her ear, "Nothing, it was an accident. Plain and simple."
"There is nothing plain or simple about breaking some one's arm," she said fiercely, then her voice dropped, "I didn't mean to Harry, really I didn't."
"I know that, you know that, and Emily knows that. What do you say we go up there and see how she's doing?"
"All right," Ginny leaned on Harry as they walked, "You're a great brother, you know."
"And you're the best little sister I've ever had, Gin," he whispered back bringing a small smile to her face.
They remained silent until they reached the infirmary doors Ginny hesitated before going in, and Harry sensing her reluctance pushed her through the mahogany doors. Ginny, who had never liked hospitals in general, shuddered at the smell of disinfectant potions and the stark white of the hospital sheets. Bedpans piled high in one corner next to a window with forlorn gray curtains. The over all affect was rather disheartening, the bright thing in the room was Emily's smile; which surprised Ginny a great deal.
"Oh, Emi-"
"Ginny, what ever Ron did to piss you off make sure he does that before each game," Emily said grinning.
"What? You mean you're not mad? How did you know and what do you mean before every game?" Ginny sputtered in mixture of confusion and relief.
"Oh please, it was an accident and the only person on this planet able to get you in that state is your brother. As for the game remark, I can't think of anyone else Harry could pick that would help take us to the Quidditch cup," Emily said as she waved her good hand absently through the air, "Think nothing of it luv, I'll be fine. I was planning on leaving the team anyway, I need more time for homework my mum keeps nagging me about my grades."
Ginny looked at the younger girl on the bed in front of her and felt an insurmountable amount of relief at her words. Emily always did have a knack for making people feel much younger than they were, with her wise words and knowing grins.
Madame Pomefry bustled into the room, "Out, out, out! I don't know how you got in here but get out, my patient needs her rest," she glanced at a schedule hanging on the wall, "And you Miss Weasley have a class right about now if I'm not mistaken."
Ginny's hand flew to her mouth. "Bugger, I completely forgot…"
"Well go on, get," Madame Pomefry shooed.
And Ginny did, she flew down the corridors summoning her books as she ran. She was so focused on catching the books heading her way she didn't notice another figure making its way down the same corridor. That is she didn't notice the other figure until she was sprawled out on top of him.
"Oomph," the very male body exhaled as she fell directly on his chest.
Ginny struggled to release her self from the tangle of limbs she had trapped herself in, "Bloody hell…ugh!"
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Absolutely," she muttered.
With a final tug she pulled her arm from underneath the blond haired boy's very firm chest, and snatched up her books before setting off down the hall once more. As an after thought she turned her head and shouted, "Sorry 'bout that!" before turning a corner leaving a very bewildered figure behind wondering what just happened. She couldn't help but notice what a nice figure it was too.
Using speed Ginny didn't know she possessed she leapt up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, ripped open the door and managed to collapse in the seat Colin had saved her before Professor Sinistra got to her name on the attendance list. Times like these made her grateful for having a name low in the alphabet.
Colin leaned over and whispered, "Where were you?"
"Long story," Ginny murmured back as she pulled out her books, books a polite and rather dashing stranger had helped her pick up. Dashing? You sound like Mum! Who was he anyway?
That was one question she had no answer to, though his face was branded into her brain, icy gray eyes that were partially hidden by his tawny hair, broad shoulders that had broken her fall quite nicely. She smiled when she thought of his concern for her though he had been used as a human landing strip. She proceeded to ignore the entire lesson as images of her handsome stranger filled her brain.
The class followed Professor Sinistra out onto the deck. Ginny tugged her cloak tighter around her as the night air nipped at any skin that dared to expose itself.
"Tonight in particular," Professor Sinistra was saying, "the stars in the North are especially bright. If you look slightly to your right, you can see the dragon outline of the constellation Draco," she pointed in that direction. Ginny's mind snapped to attention. Had she said Draco?
She bit her lip as her thoughts flew together. Draco Malfoy, tall, blond, gray eyed and she could now add great abs to the description. She closed her eyes, No I will not think of Draco Malfoy in any other context than a rude, slimey, excuse for a human being! It might have worked if she didn't know how kind and polite he had been 30 minutes ago. Honestly if she considered it, she hadn't had any actual contact with Malfoy since…her first year. It just wouldn't be polite to hold some one to the same mold they fit in when they were 12, if that were the case it would require her mooning over Harry, an experience she would much prefer to have banished from history.
By the time class had ended Colin was giving her odd looks and Draco Malfoy had worked his way up from her "Kick them if they come to close" List to her "Why don't I know them better, much better?" List.
Other A/N: Ok I have the posted on my HHSA list, the HPJC list and Fanfiction by Nightfall list alllllllll of those get priority over FF.net because they are always nicer to me than this stupid site which never loads properly or some crap like that and when I get bored I just send bits to the groups and say read this!
