A/N: Sorry it took me so long; I was going to update yesterday, but instead
I had a 3-hour IM conversation with a boy a month older than I am, and an
inch taller, and he asked for my phone #, and two of my friends say it's
obvious he likes me, and I am on cloud nine. It will be insanely easy to
write this chapter; I'll just pretend that I'm Ginny, and Harry's Ca…never
mind. Like I said, I am blissfully happy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the absolute delight obvious though the fic.
Harry led Ginny out of the common room, both carrying a set of skates. He felt quite proud of himself; he had managed to get through breakfast without a single Ginny difficulty.
^We're getting better.^
Don't I know it?
^We haven't dunked our elbows in sauces, tripped over our own feet, or walked into any walls.^
Oh, you mean like that one right…
CRACK!
Harry was somewhat surprised to find himself lying on his back with Ginny kneeling over him.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, are you okay? That must have hurt…"
"Er…I'm quite alright," he responded slowly. "Really."
Ginny's face showed that she didn't believe him. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
The words seeped into Harry's brain, but never really quite made sense. He took a wild guess.
"Tuesday?"
"Um…no. Come on, we should go up to Madame Pomfrey." She took his hand and pulled him up from his position.
^Somehow I get the feeling that was the wrong answer.^
No, you think?
~*~
Ten minutes later…
~*~
Harry's senses suddenly came back into focus; including that of taste, which told him he had just swallowed something that tasted like a mix of hippogriff toenails, Skewrt eyelashes, and a chunk of the giant squid in the lake.
"Are you feeling better, Harry?" Ginny's worried voice broke through his musings.
"Er…yes."
Madame Pomfrey nodded briskly. "Yes, the old Concussus formula always does the trick! Hippogriff toenails, Skewrt eyelashes, and a small piece of squid do wonders for students!"
^We're really getting good at this.^
With the number of times we've been in here, it's not surprising.
"Can he skate safely, or would it be better if he stayed indoors?"
Madame Pomfrey scrutinized Harry for a minute before giving a brisk nod.
"Yes, he may go skating. The effects are instantaneous, so he's fine. Go ahead."
~*~
Harry watched as Ginny's warm breath froze into tiny crystals before her. She pulled the laces of her skate tight in a neat bow and stood up shakily.
"Ready?" he asked, taking her hands and steadying her.
"Yeah," she replied, leaning heavily on him. He carefully pulled her out onto the pristine ice, leaving a thin trail in the powder of snow dusted over the surface.
As soon as Ginny's feet hit the ice, the skates slid backwards from under her, sending her straight into Harry's arms.
"Are you okay?" Harry inquired anxiously, balancing her on her feet.
Ginny giggled, red curls blowing freely around her face. "Yes; I told you, I'm terrible at this."
"It's only your second time. Just keep trying." Harry smiled into her face and began to slowly pull her forward across the ice.
A/N: Reviews!
FaithfulKat: Thank you! (wipes away tear) *sniff* I'm so touched!
GinnyWPotter: 1.) That's probably best.
2.) Yup.
3.) Yes, he did. I am lucky, aren't I? Also, that guy I was talking about at the beginning? My friend says she's going to confront his about it. This could be interesting.
Julephenia: Hee hee. I live off fluff; both fictional and real.
MinaPotter: Actually, probably yes, but suspend disbelief for me, please?
Eris Queen of the Shadows: Go fluff, it's your birthday…(don't ask)
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Sorry about this one…I was distracted.
HarryandGinny4eva: I know; I sometimes make myself laugh.
Emily: Sorry (again); I was REALLY busy! I didn't have time to upload!
Gabnif: You're now on my Buddy List.
TheBlindAssassin: Kel/Joren doesn't use fluff. It uses physical desire, not fluff; that's why yours is so good. Now, Kel/Neal on the other hand…
Bubblez fairy: Death to Salamander the Great. It was depressing to have a flame for my first review. Of course, it wasn't a really mean flame, but still…
HP Freak 845: Thank you!!!!
Kat-the REAL one, hee hee: Yeah. Okay, I talked to you yesterday, so whatever.
Unregistered: hee hee. I like your style. The Real Kat would kill you, though.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the absolute delight obvious though the fic.
Harry led Ginny out of the common room, both carrying a set of skates. He felt quite proud of himself; he had managed to get through breakfast without a single Ginny difficulty.
^We're getting better.^
Don't I know it?
^We haven't dunked our elbows in sauces, tripped over our own feet, or walked into any walls.^
Oh, you mean like that one right…
CRACK!
Harry was somewhat surprised to find himself lying on his back with Ginny kneeling over him.
"Oh my gosh, Harry, are you okay? That must have hurt…"
"Er…I'm quite alright," he responded slowly. "Really."
Ginny's face showed that she didn't believe him. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
The words seeped into Harry's brain, but never really quite made sense. He took a wild guess.
"Tuesday?"
"Um…no. Come on, we should go up to Madame Pomfrey." She took his hand and pulled him up from his position.
^Somehow I get the feeling that was the wrong answer.^
No, you think?
~*~
Ten minutes later…
~*~
Harry's senses suddenly came back into focus; including that of taste, which told him he had just swallowed something that tasted like a mix of hippogriff toenails, Skewrt eyelashes, and a chunk of the giant squid in the lake.
"Are you feeling better, Harry?" Ginny's worried voice broke through his musings.
"Er…yes."
Madame Pomfrey nodded briskly. "Yes, the old Concussus formula always does the trick! Hippogriff toenails, Skewrt eyelashes, and a small piece of squid do wonders for students!"
^We're really getting good at this.^
With the number of times we've been in here, it's not surprising.
"Can he skate safely, or would it be better if he stayed indoors?"
Madame Pomfrey scrutinized Harry for a minute before giving a brisk nod.
"Yes, he may go skating. The effects are instantaneous, so he's fine. Go ahead."
~*~
Harry watched as Ginny's warm breath froze into tiny crystals before her. She pulled the laces of her skate tight in a neat bow and stood up shakily.
"Ready?" he asked, taking her hands and steadying her.
"Yeah," she replied, leaning heavily on him. He carefully pulled her out onto the pristine ice, leaving a thin trail in the powder of snow dusted over the surface.
As soon as Ginny's feet hit the ice, the skates slid backwards from under her, sending her straight into Harry's arms.
"Are you okay?" Harry inquired anxiously, balancing her on her feet.
Ginny giggled, red curls blowing freely around her face. "Yes; I told you, I'm terrible at this."
"It's only your second time. Just keep trying." Harry smiled into her face and began to slowly pull her forward across the ice.
A/N: Reviews!
FaithfulKat: Thank you! (wipes away tear) *sniff* I'm so touched!
GinnyWPotter: 1.) That's probably best.
2.) Yup.
3.) Yes, he did. I am lucky, aren't I? Also, that guy I was talking about at the beginning? My friend says she's going to confront his about it. This could be interesting.
Julephenia: Hee hee. I live off fluff; both fictional and real.
MinaPotter: Actually, probably yes, but suspend disbelief for me, please?
Eris Queen of the Shadows: Go fluff, it's your birthday…(don't ask)
Evil-Chicken-Wrath: Sorry about this one…I was distracted.
HarryandGinny4eva: I know; I sometimes make myself laugh.
Emily: Sorry (again); I was REALLY busy! I didn't have time to upload!
Gabnif: You're now on my Buddy List.
TheBlindAssassin: Kel/Joren doesn't use fluff. It uses physical desire, not fluff; that's why yours is so good. Now, Kel/Neal on the other hand…
Bubblez fairy: Death to Salamander the Great. It was depressing to have a flame for my first review. Of course, it wasn't a really mean flame, but still…
HP Freak 845: Thank you!!!!
Kat-the REAL one, hee hee: Yeah. Okay, I talked to you yesterday, so whatever.
Unregistered: hee hee. I like your style. The Real Kat would kill you, though.
