A/N: Hello! Back to Ginny; it's so much easier to do her thoughts. I've
done the same, except when I daydream, it NEVER comes true. I'm basically
making her like me, except her dreams all come true. Harry I'm not sure
about; how the heck do boys' minds work? I'm sure I don't know; I always
think one's flirting with me, and then he's not…and it's confusing. Anyway,
to the story.
Disclaimer: Schizophrenia to Firebolt909, Queen of H/G; characters, setting to J.K. Rowling, Queen of Muggle Fantasy; messed-up plot to me, Kelund, Queen of Crushes.
Ginny rolled over in bed. Her clock was pointing to, 'It's Christmas; get to those presents, girl!'. She yawned and swung her legs over her bed. Her stack of presents was huge, but over half of the pile were from some Weasley or another.
^Wow.^
There-there's-there's a letter.
^With…^
His name on it!
^HIS name on it!!^
Ginny snatched up the pale green parchment and quickly feasted her eyes on it. It was really rather disappointing, consisting of only four lines.
'Ginny,
I will bring your main Christmas present tonight. Have a very merry Christmas.
Harry'
Ginny pressed it to her heart, suppressing a scream of delight with difficulty. On top of that, there was a box of roses with his card. "This is the secondary present?" Ginny muttered as she conjured a vase and filled it with water.
He just made my day.
^This is going to be the best day of our entire life.^
It took her a while to dig through the Weasleys, considering that 14 were fake presents from Fred and George that, at a touch, either exploded in your face, or, if you were lucky, simply evaporated into the air. Ginny brushed her fingers through them, leaning back to avoid a face full of smoke.
After that ordeal, she found a set of gorgeous snowflake earrings from Hermione and a huge box of cherry-flavored Drooble's from Ron.
Her mother had sent her a pale, shimmery blue sweater with a script 'G' in the center in white. Ginny couldn't help noticing that her sweater was obviously neater than her brothers' ever were.
^You think she treats us differently, cause we're her only daughter?^
NO, of COURSE not, why would you EVER think that?
^Are you being sarcastic?^
What do you think?
^Don't roll your eyes at me.^
Don't be stupid.
^Why, I oughta…^
Don't. It's Christmas.
^Fine. Just this once.^
Ginny slipped on a pair of Muggle jeans Hermione had given her and a white shirt with her new sweater and snowflake earrings.
"Ginny!" Hermione had just come into the room. She was in an adorable red shirt with green sleeves with her own jeans. Her eyes were sparkling, and her hair was curling over her shoulders.
"Did you get my earrings? I like your sweater; it's adorable."
"Thank you! Yeah, I got the earrings; they're so cute!" Ginny jumped up and tossed Hermione a piece of gum. "It's safe; it's from Ron, not the twins."
"Oh, okay then. Come on, breakfast is ready, and I know that a certain teenage boy is hanging around the Great Hall instead of going out for a snowball fight like everyone else…where did you get those roses? They're beautiful!"
"Harry sent them to me." Ginny blushed happily at the look Hermione gave her.
"Harry sent them to you? And he's going to the ball with you? You had better get down there before he dies from separation anxiety." Hermione gave her a gentle push toward the door and followed her downstairs.
~*~
Ginny lead most of the way to the Hall, but at the door she suddenly lost her nerve. She fell back and let Hermione go in first.
As she trailed in after her friend, Ginny's eyes fell on an emerald-eyed boy standing near the Gryffindor table. He didn't see her at first, and so she was able to gaze at him uninterrupted for a moment.
Suddenly he looked her way and caught her eye. Her heart leapt into her throat as he grinned and scrambled over to where she was standing. He looked down at her, his mouth curved up into a smile that he was trying to keep from being as obviously delighted as it was.
"Ginny! Merry Christmas; did you get my note? Wow; you look GOOD in that sweater." (A/N: The 'you look GOOD' actually happened to me; the boy was actually speechless, then said, 'wow…you look GOOD' in this sort of star- struck tone)
Ginny blushed and fiddled with her hair, suddenly realizing that she hadn't done anything with the long red waves. Harry reached out and absently wrapped a lock of her hair around his hand; then seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly dropped it.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes. It was slightly disconcerting.
"Er…no, not yet." Ginny felt slightly dizzy from the force of emotions clear in his eyes.
^Wow.^
That is one powerful gaze.
^Do you think he knows he's doing that?^
Probably not.
^Maybe he's doing it to look into OUR eyes.^
Oh, come on…
^It could happen!^
Let's just listen to him.
"Come on, then; have you ever been ice-skating?"
"Er…no; Ron has, but I never really had a chance to try it."
"Ron and Hermione are going down to the lake to skate; it's frozen over, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come."
"Oh…sure!"
"Come on, then. Let's have some breakfast, and then we'll go."
Harry reached over and took her hand without any hesitation. Ginny's heart began to pound against her chest, and she kept her composure with difficulty.
Oh my god.
^HARRY is HOLDING OUR HAND.^
As if we were his GIRLFRIEND.
^We're going to the ball as his date, so technically we are.^
I actually never thought of that.
^Don't worry about it.^
I won't.
He led her over to the table and sat her down in a chair. Ginny was a bit too dizzy to recall such trifling things such as where the table was and how to get food; luckily, Harry did that for her.
^We are so lucky to have him be attentive.^
Well, he is naturally; this is Harry Potter we're talking about.
^The perfect boyfriend.^
Naturally.
A/N: Aww! FLUFF!!! Okay, I made my daily dose of boys today; here are responses:
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Yeah, that was a good part. Ron is coming to grips with it; my opinion about the other brothers is that Bill and Charlie are old enough to be understanding, Percy will either not care (he's too busy with cauldron bottoms) or feel patronizing for knowing about that already, Fred and George will just tease incessantly, and Ron had better be happy with it. The adults like Harry enough that it's not a problem.
Gray frog: Thank you, I do try to go for the sweet factor.
Kiriko Himura: Thank you! Yes, this is a perfect pairing; I got so tired of everyone missing the whole H/G point that I decided to do one of my own.
Gabnif: No, keep up the guy chat; I like it. None of my friends will listen to me anymore; all I talk about are guys. Do you have AOL? My screen name is SumerDreamHelena; I'm just thinking that you and I seem to have the common non-existent love life. Yeah. Anyway, IM me if you have AOL.
Eris Queen of the Shadows: Thank you! If you liked it, I forgive you for having only one review. That's what I do, so whatever.
Luna Angelus: Hee hee! I LOVE your reviews! THEY ARE SOO FUNNY!!!!!!
TigerLily2001: Noo! Not the puppy eyes!!!! I must surrender!!!!
HarryandGinny4eva: Yeah, I know; but he's a teenage boy. You have to cut him some slack.
Lorena: Thanks!!!
Disclaimer: Schizophrenia to Firebolt909, Queen of H/G; characters, setting to J.K. Rowling, Queen of Muggle Fantasy; messed-up plot to me, Kelund, Queen of Crushes.
Ginny rolled over in bed. Her clock was pointing to, 'It's Christmas; get to those presents, girl!'. She yawned and swung her legs over her bed. Her stack of presents was huge, but over half of the pile were from some Weasley or another.
^Wow.^
There-there's-there's a letter.
^With…^
His name on it!
^HIS name on it!!^
Ginny snatched up the pale green parchment and quickly feasted her eyes on it. It was really rather disappointing, consisting of only four lines.
'Ginny,
I will bring your main Christmas present tonight. Have a very merry Christmas.
Harry'
Ginny pressed it to her heart, suppressing a scream of delight with difficulty. On top of that, there was a box of roses with his card. "This is the secondary present?" Ginny muttered as she conjured a vase and filled it with water.
He just made my day.
^This is going to be the best day of our entire life.^
It took her a while to dig through the Weasleys, considering that 14 were fake presents from Fred and George that, at a touch, either exploded in your face, or, if you were lucky, simply evaporated into the air. Ginny brushed her fingers through them, leaning back to avoid a face full of smoke.
After that ordeal, she found a set of gorgeous snowflake earrings from Hermione and a huge box of cherry-flavored Drooble's from Ron.
Her mother had sent her a pale, shimmery blue sweater with a script 'G' in the center in white. Ginny couldn't help noticing that her sweater was obviously neater than her brothers' ever were.
^You think she treats us differently, cause we're her only daughter?^
NO, of COURSE not, why would you EVER think that?
^Are you being sarcastic?^
What do you think?
^Don't roll your eyes at me.^
Don't be stupid.
^Why, I oughta…^
Don't. It's Christmas.
^Fine. Just this once.^
Ginny slipped on a pair of Muggle jeans Hermione had given her and a white shirt with her new sweater and snowflake earrings.
"Ginny!" Hermione had just come into the room. She was in an adorable red shirt with green sleeves with her own jeans. Her eyes were sparkling, and her hair was curling over her shoulders.
"Did you get my earrings? I like your sweater; it's adorable."
"Thank you! Yeah, I got the earrings; they're so cute!" Ginny jumped up and tossed Hermione a piece of gum. "It's safe; it's from Ron, not the twins."
"Oh, okay then. Come on, breakfast is ready, and I know that a certain teenage boy is hanging around the Great Hall instead of going out for a snowball fight like everyone else…where did you get those roses? They're beautiful!"
"Harry sent them to me." Ginny blushed happily at the look Hermione gave her.
"Harry sent them to you? And he's going to the ball with you? You had better get down there before he dies from separation anxiety." Hermione gave her a gentle push toward the door and followed her downstairs.
~*~
Ginny lead most of the way to the Hall, but at the door she suddenly lost her nerve. She fell back and let Hermione go in first.
As she trailed in after her friend, Ginny's eyes fell on an emerald-eyed boy standing near the Gryffindor table. He didn't see her at first, and so she was able to gaze at him uninterrupted for a moment.
Suddenly he looked her way and caught her eye. Her heart leapt into her throat as he grinned and scrambled over to where she was standing. He looked down at her, his mouth curved up into a smile that he was trying to keep from being as obviously delighted as it was.
"Ginny! Merry Christmas; did you get my note? Wow; you look GOOD in that sweater." (A/N: The 'you look GOOD' actually happened to me; the boy was actually speechless, then said, 'wow…you look GOOD' in this sort of star- struck tone)
Ginny blushed and fiddled with her hair, suddenly realizing that she hadn't done anything with the long red waves. Harry reached out and absently wrapped a lock of her hair around his hand; then seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly dropped it.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes. It was slightly disconcerting.
"Er…no, not yet." Ginny felt slightly dizzy from the force of emotions clear in his eyes.
^Wow.^
That is one powerful gaze.
^Do you think he knows he's doing that?^
Probably not.
^Maybe he's doing it to look into OUR eyes.^
Oh, come on…
^It could happen!^
Let's just listen to him.
"Come on, then; have you ever been ice-skating?"
"Er…no; Ron has, but I never really had a chance to try it."
"Ron and Hermione are going down to the lake to skate; it's frozen over, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come."
"Oh…sure!"
"Come on, then. Let's have some breakfast, and then we'll go."
Harry reached over and took her hand without any hesitation. Ginny's heart began to pound against her chest, and she kept her composure with difficulty.
Oh my god.
^HARRY is HOLDING OUR HAND.^
As if we were his GIRLFRIEND.
^We're going to the ball as his date, so technically we are.^
I actually never thought of that.
^Don't worry about it.^
I won't.
He led her over to the table and sat her down in a chair. Ginny was a bit too dizzy to recall such trifling things such as where the table was and how to get food; luckily, Harry did that for her.
^We are so lucky to have him be attentive.^
Well, he is naturally; this is Harry Potter we're talking about.
^The perfect boyfriend.^
Naturally.
A/N: Aww! FLUFF!!! Okay, I made my daily dose of boys today; here are responses:
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Yeah, that was a good part. Ron is coming to grips with it; my opinion about the other brothers is that Bill and Charlie are old enough to be understanding, Percy will either not care (he's too busy with cauldron bottoms) or feel patronizing for knowing about that already, Fred and George will just tease incessantly, and Ron had better be happy with it. The adults like Harry enough that it's not a problem.
Gray frog: Thank you, I do try to go for the sweet factor.
Kiriko Himura: Thank you! Yes, this is a perfect pairing; I got so tired of everyone missing the whole H/G point that I decided to do one of my own.
Gabnif: No, keep up the guy chat; I like it. None of my friends will listen to me anymore; all I talk about are guys. Do you have AOL? My screen name is SumerDreamHelena; I'm just thinking that you and I seem to have the common non-existent love life. Yeah. Anyway, IM me if you have AOL.
Eris Queen of the Shadows: Thank you! If you liked it, I forgive you for having only one review. That's what I do, so whatever.
Luna Angelus: Hee hee! I LOVE your reviews! THEY ARE SOO FUNNY!!!!!!
TigerLily2001: Noo! Not the puppy eyes!!!! I must surrender!!!!
HarryandGinny4eva: Yeah, I know; but he's a teenage boy. You have to cut him some slack.
Lorena: Thanks!!!
