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Obviously.
As Ginny walked idly around the grounds, breathing deeply to rid herself of the chilling feelings, she suddenly had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that somebody was behind her. Ginny whirled around and crashed into Harry, who had seen and followed her.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. Rubbing her forehead, she continued,
"You gave me one hell of a fright, Harry."
Every word she said was dripping with the coldness and raw bitterness of ice, and Harry felt it. Deciding he would trust Malfoy just this once, Harry thrust the rose into Ginny's hands. A whirling wind of dark purple shimmer spun around Ginny, blowing her hair and robes around. And suddenly, it all stopped. Ginny blinked. The icy feeling was gone. As she glanced up at Harry, she felt a warm sensation spread throughout her whole entire body. She knew suddenly that she loved Harry, and she saw it in his eyes that he loved her too.
Clearing her throat, Ginny broke the deep silence,
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you."
Harry took Ginny's hand and led her to a bench nearby.
Before Ginny could spill her secrets, Harry lost his senses and leaned forward to kiss her beautiful lips. Passionately he leaned even more into the already deep kiss.
Breaking it, somewhat reluctantly, Ginny said,
"Harry, I really need to tell you this. I don't know how to start, but, a few weeks ago, something posessed me. Something cold, something dark. I wasn't myself. But when you gave me that rose, I felt like myself again. As the transformation was taking place though, I heard a voice say:
the son of a servant has betrayed me and wants to join the ranks of the good he will die, he will die"
Harry didn't move.
"We've got to find Malfoy, he croaked.
"What? Why? What the hell has that son of a bitch Malfoy got to do with this?" Ginny exclaimed furiously.
"No time to explain. Listen, you go back to bed, I've got to find either Dumbledore or Malfoy and tell them," Harry replied, and sprinted back toward the castle.
As Ginny walked idly around the grounds, breathing deeply to rid herself of the chilling feelings, she suddenly had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that somebody was behind her. Ginny whirled around and crashed into Harry, who had seen and followed her.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. Rubbing her forehead, she continued,
"You gave me one hell of a fright, Harry."
Every word she said was dripping with the coldness and raw bitterness of ice, and Harry felt it. Deciding he would trust Malfoy just this once, Harry thrust the rose into Ginny's hands. A whirling wind of dark purple shimmer spun around Ginny, blowing her hair and robes around. And suddenly, it all stopped. Ginny blinked. The icy feeling was gone. As she glanced up at Harry, she felt a warm sensation spread throughout her whole entire body. She knew suddenly that she loved Harry, and she saw it in his eyes that he loved her too.
Clearing her throat, Ginny broke the deep silence,
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you."
Harry took Ginny's hand and led her to a bench nearby.
Before Ginny could spill her secrets, Harry lost his senses and leaned forward to kiss her beautiful lips. Passionately he leaned even more into the already deep kiss.
Breaking it, somewhat reluctantly, Ginny said,
"Harry, I really need to tell you this. I don't know how to start, but, a few weeks ago, something posessed me. Something cold, something dark. I wasn't myself. But when you gave me that rose, I felt like myself again. As the transformation was taking place though, I heard a voice say:
the son of a servant has betrayed me and wants to join the ranks of the good he will die, he will die"
Harry didn't move.
"We've got to find Malfoy, he croaked.
"What? Why? What the hell has that son of a bitch Malfoy got to do with this?" Ginny exclaimed furiously.
"No time to explain. Listen, you go back to bed, I've got to find either Dumbledore or Malfoy and tell them," Harry replied, and sprinted back toward the castle.