Ginny Weasley: Scarlet Woman
Ginny couldn't help but smile. I may never say this again guys, but thanks. Ugh, Seamus really was a bore.
Fred chuckled. Yep. That Finnigan can really be a prat sometimes. He tried to tell me that modeling story once, and I gave him a canary cream to shut him up...Aparently yellow isn't a very complimenting color on our wee monsieur.
George wrapped his burly arm around Ginny's shoulders. And don't you worry about Longbottom. We took good care of him. That'll teach him to bad-mouth a Weasley.
Ginny gasped and bolted for the castle, praying to find Neville in one piece. The twins shrugged and sat down, finishing up Seamus' picnic. They were never ones to leave free food to waste.
Why is it that no matter how hard I try, my world gets more complicated every day, she wondered, utilizing her Weasley long legs to reach the castle in record speed.
Before she could get to Neville, though, she rammed straight into something, landing on the wet grass in front of the crash. Noticing what she had hit, she gasped,
Indeed, old Emerald Eyes had fallen onto his rear end (such a lovely one) half a meter from Ginny. She blushed magenta; he grinned.
Where were you going in such a hurry Gin?
Uh, I was just, um...
She was never articulate around Harry; it was as though his presence melted her voice box into mush.
I thought you were out with Seamus.
I was, until the twins came by, armed with bludger clubs.
For a moment, the two stayed where they were on the grass, letting ground moisture soak into their robes, sitting still in perfect silence. For the first time since Cedric's death, Harry was actually content, happy to see the way the sunset played off of Ginny's wine-red hair. This scared him. Why did a guy like Seamus, with his never ending supply of ego and hair gel, get to date a girl like Ginny, with all her quiet beauty and subtle sadness? Probably because he asked her out, you git, he thought darkly. Seeing like light catch on white-sparkle eye shadow, he realized that she was wearing makeup, something he had never seen her do.
You don't need it, he wondered out-loud, not noticing he had spoken.
Er, the makeup, I mean. You don't need it. You look beauti––fine without it.
I light blush crept across her cheeks.
Suddenly realizing that she was on her way to see Neville, she stood up, nodding to Harry and heading back to the castle.
he called.
She turned, giving him an expectant face.
Harry didn't know why he'd said that. You meant to say, wait Ginny, my scarlet love! Let us go roll upon the grass!' Of course, she'd slap you if you said that...Why are you talking to yourself in the second person?
He stuttered, just barely able to muster a never mind.
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Neville was in deplorable condition. Whatever hex or Wheeze the twins had given had turned his skin temporarily purple. He was still trembling. Ginny gasped when she saw him, quickly embracing him.
Oh Nev! I'm so sorry! That was really selfish of me!
It's okay, he squeaked.
She ran her hand over his arm. Are you sure? I feel really bad.
No, er, don't worry about itI just don't know why you wanted me to start that rumor in the first place.
What do you mean?
Er, well, it's just I don't know why you'd want guys to think you're loose. I––er, I've always liked you just as you are.
She studied his face. There was something very sincere about it, even when it was dyed purple. It was an innocent face, a trusting face.
He gave her a small smile. Can I, er, can I kiss you?
She grinned.
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Will a Ginny and Harry relationship ever work out? Review and you'll find out sooner! I have slight writer's block, so the story will go faster with suggestions. Just review or email me: ziegod@aol.com. Special thanks to all the reviewers who convinced me that my story is not worthless!