Just Because
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well people, here's part three. I would like to thank everyone for their wonderful suggestions of titles, but I've decided to stick with this one. I think I've managed to work it in somehow.
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Harry lay on the Weasleys couch reading a magazine article about Quiditch. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins, and Ron had left a couple of hours ago. It was just him and Ginny now.
Ginny was doing a fine job of taking care of him. She'd come in to check on him every half an hour, taking his temperature, tucking the blankets in around him, and changing the damp cloth on his head. Aside from blushing whenever he said something to her, and nearly upsetting the water pitcher twice, she wasn't very clumsy around him at all.
Harry, who had never had anyone to take care of him like a mother would when he was sick, felt sort of embarassed at all the attension she was giving him. But, at the same time, he liked it.
Ginny was in the kitchen now, preparing supper. It turned out that his medicine was in powder form. So, she was making some chicken broth for him and mixing the powder in with it.
Ginny emerged from the kitchen just as Harry was putting the magazine down. She carried a tray with the soup and a glass of iced pumpkin juice on it. Her face had a slight pink flush to it from standing over the steaming hot pan of soup while she was cooking it.
"Well, here it is." she said, bring it over to him and helping him sit up, "I hope the medicine doesn't make it taste too awful."
Harry thanked her causing the color of her cheeks to darken slightly. He tasted the soup and assured her that he couldn't taste the medicine at all. The soup tasted very good to him. In fact, it was the best he'd ever had, and he told her so, causing her to go even redder.
After a few spoonfulls however, the spoon seemed to get heavier and heavier each time he tried to lift it. Eventually, he began to shake and he found that he could no longer take steady spoonfulls without sloshing it everywhere.
"I'm sorry." he murmered to Ginny, "I can't..." He trailed off as Ginny nervously reached out and took the spoon from his hand. She filled it with soup. Trembling, though not enough that she spilled any, she lifted the spoon to his lips, feeding him.
Harry let her. At first, he felt very embarassed about being so weak that he had to be spoonfed, but after awhile, he realized that he liked it. He watched Ginny intensly. Her flaming hair was pulled back rather messily from her face with a barrett so that several strands had fallen down, framing her face. She was blushing slightly, though not as much as she had been earlier.
Harry felt his heart began to pound and his breathing became heavy. Why did he feel this way? Was it because of Ginny? She had the most worried look on her face. Harry's heart ached to see her so worried and to know that he was the one causing it. He suddenly wanted to pull her into his lap and tell her that everything would be alright.
When Harry had finished eating, Ginny set the tray aside and began to get up to go, but Harry stopped her. "Thanks." he whispered. "Why did you offer to take care of me, Gin?"
She blushed at his new nickname for her. "Just because..." she trailed off as Harry, before he could stop himself, reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, letting his fingers slide down and linger on her cheek. She closed her eyes and brought her hand up on his, holding his hand to her cheek.
Harry felt himself trembling as he was swept up in emotions that he had never felt before. It both excited and scared him at the same time. He wished that they could stay like that forever, never moving, with only him and her in the entire world.
They were both startled out of their trances by an owl pecking on the window, demanding to be let in. Ginny reluctantly pulled away from him and went over to the window to let the strange owl in.
Harry had never seen this owl before. It was a rusty brown color with bits of red in it. He recognised by the badge it wore that it was one of the ministy's owls.
Ginny unhooked the letter around it's leg and the owl flew off into the evening sunset. Ginny quickly opened the letter and read it. She let out a strangled cry and her face went white.
"What is it?" Harry asked in alarm.
"It's the death eaters!" Ginny cried, "They've attacked the Chudley Cannon match!"
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A/N: Well, what do you think of how I put the title in? Like? Hate? Let me know!
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well people, here's part three. I would like to thank everyone for their wonderful suggestions of titles, but I've decided to stick with this one. I think I've managed to work it in somehow.
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Harry lay on the Weasleys couch reading a magazine article about Quiditch. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins, and Ron had left a couple of hours ago. It was just him and Ginny now.
Ginny was doing a fine job of taking care of him. She'd come in to check on him every half an hour, taking his temperature, tucking the blankets in around him, and changing the damp cloth on his head. Aside from blushing whenever he said something to her, and nearly upsetting the water pitcher twice, she wasn't very clumsy around him at all.
Harry, who had never had anyone to take care of him like a mother would when he was sick, felt sort of embarassed at all the attension she was giving him. But, at the same time, he liked it.
Ginny was in the kitchen now, preparing supper. It turned out that his medicine was in powder form. So, she was making some chicken broth for him and mixing the powder in with it.
Ginny emerged from the kitchen just as Harry was putting the magazine down. She carried a tray with the soup and a glass of iced pumpkin juice on it. Her face had a slight pink flush to it from standing over the steaming hot pan of soup while she was cooking it.
"Well, here it is." she said, bring it over to him and helping him sit up, "I hope the medicine doesn't make it taste too awful."
Harry thanked her causing the color of her cheeks to darken slightly. He tasted the soup and assured her that he couldn't taste the medicine at all. The soup tasted very good to him. In fact, it was the best he'd ever had, and he told her so, causing her to go even redder.
After a few spoonfulls however, the spoon seemed to get heavier and heavier each time he tried to lift it. Eventually, he began to shake and he found that he could no longer take steady spoonfulls without sloshing it everywhere.
"I'm sorry." he murmered to Ginny, "I can't..." He trailed off as Ginny nervously reached out and took the spoon from his hand. She filled it with soup. Trembling, though not enough that she spilled any, she lifted the spoon to his lips, feeding him.
Harry let her. At first, he felt very embarassed about being so weak that he had to be spoonfed, but after awhile, he realized that he liked it. He watched Ginny intensly. Her flaming hair was pulled back rather messily from her face with a barrett so that several strands had fallen down, framing her face. She was blushing slightly, though not as much as she had been earlier.
Harry felt his heart began to pound and his breathing became heavy. Why did he feel this way? Was it because of Ginny? She had the most worried look on her face. Harry's heart ached to see her so worried and to know that he was the one causing it. He suddenly wanted to pull her into his lap and tell her that everything would be alright.
When Harry had finished eating, Ginny set the tray aside and began to get up to go, but Harry stopped her. "Thanks." he whispered. "Why did you offer to take care of me, Gin?"
She blushed at his new nickname for her. "Just because..." she trailed off as Harry, before he could stop himself, reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, letting his fingers slide down and linger on her cheek. She closed her eyes and brought her hand up on his, holding his hand to her cheek.
Harry felt himself trembling as he was swept up in emotions that he had never felt before. It both excited and scared him at the same time. He wished that they could stay like that forever, never moving, with only him and her in the entire world.
They were both startled out of their trances by an owl pecking on the window, demanding to be let in. Ginny reluctantly pulled away from him and went over to the window to let the strange owl in.
Harry had never seen this owl before. It was a rusty brown color with bits of red in it. He recognised by the badge it wore that it was one of the ministy's owls.
Ginny unhooked the letter around it's leg and the owl flew off into the evening sunset. Ginny quickly opened the letter and read it. She let out a strangled cry and her face went white.
"What is it?" Harry asked in alarm.
"It's the death eaters!" Ginny cried, "They've attacked the Chudley Cannon match!"
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A/N: Well, what do you think of how I put the title in? Like? Hate? Let me know!
