A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, but I've been out Christmas
shopping *gags* and finals are coming up *sobs*. But anyway, I hope you
guys enjoy this chapter (there's still more to come, I'm so excited about
the prospects) and please let me know if you did (or didn't). Reviews are
great, please take a minute and send one my way! Speaking of reviews, I
wanted to answer a few:
Mitch: Thanks so much! And thank you for reviewing again!
Chicken Peep: Congrats, you're in my author's notes, hehe. Thanks for reviewing!
Dragon_Angel: Thanks for the suggestions and compliments. I think going into different characters' perspectives is interesting too; it's just hard to do it from everyone's. I felt I was going out on a limb even going into Ginny's briefly since the story is from Harry's point of view. And I think we can all imagine what was going through Malfoy's head about Ginny, haha.
Rose Tangle: Yeah, I know it was a bit too mushy in a few respects, but I felt it was something that was building up in him and he let it all out at once. The same goes for Ginny. She's invested in Harry so much emotionally and when she hears something bad about him that she can use to write him off and out of her heart, then she uses it. And she must have so much frustration building in her, something like that could set her off easily, in my opinion anyway. But I'm glad you liked it, and thank you for reviewing again. You write interesting things every time and I appreciate it very much!
DragonFire: Thank you for reviewing again! I hope you continue to be satisfied with the way this story turns out. Let me know!
Trueblades: You've got yourself a deal, hehe.
Lyrelle: That's the way I felt (in terms of extremes in love), and I'm glad you see where I'm coming from. Yeah, Harry was a bit mushy, but I felt it necessary (at least to vent some of my frustrations in waiting for the fifth book and the day when Harry and Ginny MUST come together, lol) in the context of the fic. You're welcome, I loved your fic. Thanks for reviewing again!
Sheena: I hope you're happy that the series is continuing, at least for a bit anyway. *grin*
Lady Yuy: THANK YOU! That was such a sweet thing to say, though I'd never assume to be as good as Rowling, but it was sweet nonetheless. And I'm so flattered that my fic inspired you to write an H/G of your own. I'll be on the lookout for it!
em1701e: Yeah, sorry about that, I'm trying to get better about that. Thanks for reviewing!
Latrisha: Thanks! I hope your friends read and enjoy it half as much as you seemed to, hehe. Thanks for reviewing again!
Stro: Awwww, I hope you do. I hope the same damned thing for myself, but guys are hopeless, lol. Thanks for reviewing!
Anie: You'll see soon! Thanks for reviewing!
And to everyone else (and the rest of you ready to kill me for writing such a damned long A/N) THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! You guys rock! I'm sorry for not including all of you, but I've got finals to study for and presents to wrap. I'll do my best to include EVERYONE that reviews next time around. And without further ado, the fic!
Harry awoke late in the night, suddenly aware of how cold it was in his room. He tugged on the covers in hopes of abating the chilly draft invading the dormitory, but they seemed to be caught on something. Another heave of effort won his blanket (which seemed a bit coarse) from whatever it had been caught beneath. He stretched out his arm in an attempt to find a more comfortable position (his mattress seemed rather hard this evening) and felt something wet and springy beneath his fingers. While contemplating the strangeness of this he heard a somewhat high pitched cry of distress to which he replied sleepily "Quiet Neville, we'll find Trevor in the morning." He felt something beside him move and heard a familiar voice, but not the one he'd been expecting, answer sarcastically "Oh, Neville am I?" Harry sat up with a start. What was Ginny doing in his room? In his bed! He rubbed his eyes furiously and opened them. Instead of the familiar scarlet curtains of his four poster bed, he saw the night sky littered with stars. Pacing beneath it was a somewhat blurry (where were his glasses) Ginny Weasley, her moonlit form illuminated with a silver sheen. The previous night's (or tonight's as it were) events suddenly flooded back to Harry. They'd talked (and kissed) for hours, neither acknowledging the late hour or the rain, which had steadily faded away, and both had been far from sleepy. Or so they'd thought. "Did we fall asleep?" he asked, his voice denoting both his grogginess and slight panic (truth be told, he felt there were far worse things than being outside on a moonlit night with the girl you love) as he fumbled around for his glasses. He knew full well the answer to this question, but asked anyway, hoping for some other explanation for their being outside in the middle of the night, open to the horrible possibility of being found by a teacher. The true explanation made him feel far too stupid.
Ginny stopped mid-pace and cocked an eyebrow, allowing herself a small smile in the midst of her boundless worry. She, unlike Harry, was busy worrying about how they were going to get back to their dorms undetected. "No Harry, I've just gone to elaborate lengths to make the inside of your dormitory look like the grounds of Hogwarts. Surprised?" she asked dryly as she sank down on the ground beside him, brushing leaves from her rumpled hair. Harry couldn't help but laugh, despite the desperateness of the situation. "Oh shut up you." he said, pouncing on top of her and tickling her stomach. She began to laugh uncontrollably while desperately trying to keep quiet (never an easy task) for fear of rousing a teacher. "Harry, stop!" she whispered furiously between gasps of laughter. He had her pinned upon the grass, tickling her stomach furiously. "Well all right." he said, the tickling abating as he pretended to mull it over. Ginny's hands clutched her stomach as she caught her breath, her laughter subsiding into grateful giggles of relief. Harry stared down into her face, still overwhelmed by the innocent beauty reflected there. Her fiery hair was spread in all directions upon the green grass and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin cast in silver by the moonlight, giving her an ethereal quality. Harry smiled softly as he was reminded of the magma haired fairy. Her prophecy had come true.
Ginny stared up at Harry, so full of happiness she felt she might burst. His ebony hair fell into his emerald eyes, eyes filled with a love she had dreamed of for five years, but never imagined would actually be mirrored when staring into hers. His young, handsome face loomed above her in the silvery darkness and she blushed as she recalled a similar dream she'd had, and nearly giggled aloud when she briefly recounted what had happened next. Her small hand reached up to brush the hair from his eyes as a soft smile of contentedness touched her lips. Harry felt his breath taken away and caught the hand upon his face in his own and whispered "I think I've found a better way to keep you quiet." He leaned down and softly kissed her, breathing in the sweet smell of her skin, slightly damp from the early morning dew or the previous night's rain, he couldn't be sure. A sigh of pleasure escaped Ginny as she responded to his kisses. Her arms entwined around him, her fingers lightly tracing his spine, making a shot of electricity flow through him. His hands moved through her russet hair, marveling at how soft it was. Their kisses grew more passionate as his hands moved down to her waist, his forefinger lightly tracing the soft skin around her navel. She still wore her Muggle clothing from the night before and it was far more tantalizing than the bulky robes she was usually forced to wear. Ginny's hands moved up into Harry's hair as their kisses grew increasingly more fervent. These were not the kisses of the night before. Those had been the fumbling, sweet kisses of two inexperienced and enamoured teenagers. These were the kisses of two passionate and fervid people, two people desperately in love. There was a fire between them, one that burned with a sweet and ardent fury, but every fire must be put out before it burns out of control. Ginny knew this and it was with great regret that she put the theory into practice, at least for the time being. "Harry." she said softly as his kisses moved down to her smooth neck. He looked up at her reluctantly, loath to stop kissing her sweet skin. "We'd better think of how we're going to get back inside." she said, her breath quick as she sat up and softly pushed him away.
Harry sighed and moved a finger along her jaw line. She was right, of course. Besides, he didn't want to move too quickly with Ginny; he loved and respected her far too well for that. "Brilliant and beautiful, you're going to be the death of me." he said with a smile. Ginny's mouth fell open stunned and she looked down quickly, trying her best to ward off the tears that threatened her eyes. "Please don't say things like that." she said softly, a hint of pain in her voice. Harry immediately realized the context in which she'd taken his comment and took her into his arms. "Oh Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. That's not what I meant." he said, stroking her hair. She looked up and into his eyes, the silver moon reflected there, causing a beautiful sea of silver and green. Slytherin might not be so bad after all, she thought fleetingly. "I know, I'm sorry," she said with a sigh, "I'm always a bit melodramatic when I find myself out on the lawn of the school after having fallen asleep in the arms of the love of my life, who is not an idiot by the way." She grinned at Harry and kissed him quickly. "Now what are we going to do?" she asked, almost as if to herself. Harry couldn't help but smile at the way her nose crinkled as she thought intensely, her hair lifting with the breeze. She looked like some sort of wood nymph, sitting there in the early morning darkness, which was steadily turning to light. "Well, its Saturday," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "so we don't have class to worry about and people will be waking up late." She stood up and stretched quickly before beginning to pace once more, tapping her wand against the palm of her hand. "But we're going to be caught if we just sit out here. There's got to be something." Harry stood up, shaking the leaves (and his glasses, which he quickly retrieved) off the cloak they'd been using as a blanket before wrapping it around Ginny's shoulders. An idea struck him. "I know what to do." he said quickly, searching his pockets and finding his wand. "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" he said softly after placing a silencing charm on the window to his dorm. Soon the liquidy silver of his cloak was visible in the moonlight, which was giving way to the sun. Ginny grinned at him as he caught the cloak and pocketed his wand. "Brilliant and beautiful," she said with a hint of a laugh, "you're going to be the death of me." Harry then threatened her with tickling again, to which she quickly apologized with a laugh as they threw the cloak about themselves and walked towards the castle.
A/N2: Hope you enjoyed it. I will get Chapter 9 up as soon as is humanly possible without costing me the last bit of my sanity (and I'm hanging on by a thread people, lol). Please review and let me know what you thought. And by the way, to anyone who might be wondering, Harry and Ginny DID NOT sleep together! There was some innocent kissing and they fell asleep in each other's arms. I'm so sappy sometimes. *grin* Have a Merry Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa (and New Year if it takes me that long) etc. everyone!
A/N3: Hope you enjoyed my little detour before posting Chapter 9. I just wanted to clarify and tweak a few things. Hope the minor changes didn't bug anyone. I'm happier anyway. *shrug* Chapter 9 will appear soon (and sooner if I get more reviews)! Let me know what you thought, if anything, about my little additions to this chapter!
REVIEW!!!!!
Mitch: Thanks so much! And thank you for reviewing again!
Chicken Peep: Congrats, you're in my author's notes, hehe. Thanks for reviewing!
Dragon_Angel: Thanks for the suggestions and compliments. I think going into different characters' perspectives is interesting too; it's just hard to do it from everyone's. I felt I was going out on a limb even going into Ginny's briefly since the story is from Harry's point of view. And I think we can all imagine what was going through Malfoy's head about Ginny, haha.
Rose Tangle: Yeah, I know it was a bit too mushy in a few respects, but I felt it was something that was building up in him and he let it all out at once. The same goes for Ginny. She's invested in Harry so much emotionally and when she hears something bad about him that she can use to write him off and out of her heart, then she uses it. And she must have so much frustration building in her, something like that could set her off easily, in my opinion anyway. But I'm glad you liked it, and thank you for reviewing again. You write interesting things every time and I appreciate it very much!
DragonFire: Thank you for reviewing again! I hope you continue to be satisfied with the way this story turns out. Let me know!
Trueblades: You've got yourself a deal, hehe.
Lyrelle: That's the way I felt (in terms of extremes in love), and I'm glad you see where I'm coming from. Yeah, Harry was a bit mushy, but I felt it necessary (at least to vent some of my frustrations in waiting for the fifth book and the day when Harry and Ginny MUST come together, lol) in the context of the fic. You're welcome, I loved your fic. Thanks for reviewing again!
Sheena: I hope you're happy that the series is continuing, at least for a bit anyway. *grin*
Lady Yuy: THANK YOU! That was such a sweet thing to say, though I'd never assume to be as good as Rowling, but it was sweet nonetheless. And I'm so flattered that my fic inspired you to write an H/G of your own. I'll be on the lookout for it!
em1701e: Yeah, sorry about that, I'm trying to get better about that. Thanks for reviewing!
Latrisha: Thanks! I hope your friends read and enjoy it half as much as you seemed to, hehe. Thanks for reviewing again!
Stro: Awwww, I hope you do. I hope the same damned thing for myself, but guys are hopeless, lol. Thanks for reviewing!
Anie: You'll see soon! Thanks for reviewing!
And to everyone else (and the rest of you ready to kill me for writing such a damned long A/N) THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! You guys rock! I'm sorry for not including all of you, but I've got finals to study for and presents to wrap. I'll do my best to include EVERYONE that reviews next time around. And without further ado, the fic!
Harry awoke late in the night, suddenly aware of how cold it was in his room. He tugged on the covers in hopes of abating the chilly draft invading the dormitory, but they seemed to be caught on something. Another heave of effort won his blanket (which seemed a bit coarse) from whatever it had been caught beneath. He stretched out his arm in an attempt to find a more comfortable position (his mattress seemed rather hard this evening) and felt something wet and springy beneath his fingers. While contemplating the strangeness of this he heard a somewhat high pitched cry of distress to which he replied sleepily "Quiet Neville, we'll find Trevor in the morning." He felt something beside him move and heard a familiar voice, but not the one he'd been expecting, answer sarcastically "Oh, Neville am I?" Harry sat up with a start. What was Ginny doing in his room? In his bed! He rubbed his eyes furiously and opened them. Instead of the familiar scarlet curtains of his four poster bed, he saw the night sky littered with stars. Pacing beneath it was a somewhat blurry (where were his glasses) Ginny Weasley, her moonlit form illuminated with a silver sheen. The previous night's (or tonight's as it were) events suddenly flooded back to Harry. They'd talked (and kissed) for hours, neither acknowledging the late hour or the rain, which had steadily faded away, and both had been far from sleepy. Or so they'd thought. "Did we fall asleep?" he asked, his voice denoting both his grogginess and slight panic (truth be told, he felt there were far worse things than being outside on a moonlit night with the girl you love) as he fumbled around for his glasses. He knew full well the answer to this question, but asked anyway, hoping for some other explanation for their being outside in the middle of the night, open to the horrible possibility of being found by a teacher. The true explanation made him feel far too stupid.
Ginny stopped mid-pace and cocked an eyebrow, allowing herself a small smile in the midst of her boundless worry. She, unlike Harry, was busy worrying about how they were going to get back to their dorms undetected. "No Harry, I've just gone to elaborate lengths to make the inside of your dormitory look like the grounds of Hogwarts. Surprised?" she asked dryly as she sank down on the ground beside him, brushing leaves from her rumpled hair. Harry couldn't help but laugh, despite the desperateness of the situation. "Oh shut up you." he said, pouncing on top of her and tickling her stomach. She began to laugh uncontrollably while desperately trying to keep quiet (never an easy task) for fear of rousing a teacher. "Harry, stop!" she whispered furiously between gasps of laughter. He had her pinned upon the grass, tickling her stomach furiously. "Well all right." he said, the tickling abating as he pretended to mull it over. Ginny's hands clutched her stomach as she caught her breath, her laughter subsiding into grateful giggles of relief. Harry stared down into her face, still overwhelmed by the innocent beauty reflected there. Her fiery hair was spread in all directions upon the green grass and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin cast in silver by the moonlight, giving her an ethereal quality. Harry smiled softly as he was reminded of the magma haired fairy. Her prophecy had come true.
Ginny stared up at Harry, so full of happiness she felt she might burst. His ebony hair fell into his emerald eyes, eyes filled with a love she had dreamed of for five years, but never imagined would actually be mirrored when staring into hers. His young, handsome face loomed above her in the silvery darkness and she blushed as she recalled a similar dream she'd had, and nearly giggled aloud when she briefly recounted what had happened next. Her small hand reached up to brush the hair from his eyes as a soft smile of contentedness touched her lips. Harry felt his breath taken away and caught the hand upon his face in his own and whispered "I think I've found a better way to keep you quiet." He leaned down and softly kissed her, breathing in the sweet smell of her skin, slightly damp from the early morning dew or the previous night's rain, he couldn't be sure. A sigh of pleasure escaped Ginny as she responded to his kisses. Her arms entwined around him, her fingers lightly tracing his spine, making a shot of electricity flow through him. His hands moved through her russet hair, marveling at how soft it was. Their kisses grew more passionate as his hands moved down to her waist, his forefinger lightly tracing the soft skin around her navel. She still wore her Muggle clothing from the night before and it was far more tantalizing than the bulky robes she was usually forced to wear. Ginny's hands moved up into Harry's hair as their kisses grew increasingly more fervent. These were not the kisses of the night before. Those had been the fumbling, sweet kisses of two inexperienced and enamoured teenagers. These were the kisses of two passionate and fervid people, two people desperately in love. There was a fire between them, one that burned with a sweet and ardent fury, but every fire must be put out before it burns out of control. Ginny knew this and it was with great regret that she put the theory into practice, at least for the time being. "Harry." she said softly as his kisses moved down to her smooth neck. He looked up at her reluctantly, loath to stop kissing her sweet skin. "We'd better think of how we're going to get back inside." she said, her breath quick as she sat up and softly pushed him away.
Harry sighed and moved a finger along her jaw line. She was right, of course. Besides, he didn't want to move too quickly with Ginny; he loved and respected her far too well for that. "Brilliant and beautiful, you're going to be the death of me." he said with a smile. Ginny's mouth fell open stunned and she looked down quickly, trying her best to ward off the tears that threatened her eyes. "Please don't say things like that." she said softly, a hint of pain in her voice. Harry immediately realized the context in which she'd taken his comment and took her into his arms. "Oh Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. That's not what I meant." he said, stroking her hair. She looked up and into his eyes, the silver moon reflected there, causing a beautiful sea of silver and green. Slytherin might not be so bad after all, she thought fleetingly. "I know, I'm sorry," she said with a sigh, "I'm always a bit melodramatic when I find myself out on the lawn of the school after having fallen asleep in the arms of the love of my life, who is not an idiot by the way." She grinned at Harry and kissed him quickly. "Now what are we going to do?" she asked, almost as if to herself. Harry couldn't help but smile at the way her nose crinkled as she thought intensely, her hair lifting with the breeze. She looked like some sort of wood nymph, sitting there in the early morning darkness, which was steadily turning to light. "Well, its Saturday," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "so we don't have class to worry about and people will be waking up late." She stood up and stretched quickly before beginning to pace once more, tapping her wand against the palm of her hand. "But we're going to be caught if we just sit out here. There's got to be something." Harry stood up, shaking the leaves (and his glasses, which he quickly retrieved) off the cloak they'd been using as a blanket before wrapping it around Ginny's shoulders. An idea struck him. "I know what to do." he said quickly, searching his pockets and finding his wand. "Accio Invisibility Cloak!" he said softly after placing a silencing charm on the window to his dorm. Soon the liquidy silver of his cloak was visible in the moonlight, which was giving way to the sun. Ginny grinned at him as he caught the cloak and pocketed his wand. "Brilliant and beautiful," she said with a hint of a laugh, "you're going to be the death of me." Harry then threatened her with tickling again, to which she quickly apologized with a laugh as they threw the cloak about themselves and walked towards the castle.
A/N2: Hope you enjoyed it. I will get Chapter 9 up as soon as is humanly possible without costing me the last bit of my sanity (and I'm hanging on by a thread people, lol). Please review and let me know what you thought. And by the way, to anyone who might be wondering, Harry and Ginny DID NOT sleep together! There was some innocent kissing and they fell asleep in each other's arms. I'm so sappy sometimes. *grin* Have a Merry Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa (and New Year if it takes me that long) etc. everyone!
A/N3: Hope you enjoyed my little detour before posting Chapter 9. I just wanted to clarify and tweak a few things. Hope the minor changes didn't bug anyone. I'm happier anyway. *shrug* Chapter 9 will appear soon (and sooner if I get more reviews)! Let me know what you thought, if anything, about my little additions to this chapter!
REVIEW!!!!!
