And remember, it ain't mine! It's all JK Rowling's.
Except for the plot, hee hee.
Enjoy!
Ginny crawled gingerly into her bed,
gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She pulled
her covers up to her chin, and curled up into a ball beneath them.
Why did she torture herself like this? The only thing this every
brought her was an aftertaste of loneliness. But he looked so
. . . the word "beautiful" came to mind, but somehow didn't seem right.
Ginny sighed, and rocked herself to sleep, counting one more day on her
own.
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Hermione plopped down at the table, looking dreadfully sleepy. Ron laughed at her groggy expression. "Stayed up a bit late last night working on the potions homework, eh? Good thing I didn't! Although Snape may have a rather different opinion. But you . . . you look tired as Hell!"
He laughed playfully at this until Hermione shot him a blood-curdling look, then he stopped abruptly. "Oh, sod off," she snapped, resting her forehead on her palm.
Ron looked hurt. "Jeez, 'Mione, what's got into you?". Harry leaned over and whispered something into Ron's ear. Ron's mouth closed tightly, and his face began to turn a bright crimson. "Errrrr, sorry 'Mione, I didn't, errrrr, know you were about to have your- OW!"
Harry elbowed him in the side before he could say anything and smiled in an understanding matter at Hermione. "Toast?" he offered, holding up the plate. "It's quite good, you know!" Hermione didn't answer, she was busy hiding her red face in her hands. "You two are a riot, you know."
"I know, believe me," Hermione sighed.
Ron didn't say anything, but munched
attentively on his toast.
Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table . . .
Draco shot Goyle an icy glare as he sat down at the table, face flushed from running. "Goyle, you bloody git!"
Goyle raised a hairy eyebrow. "What's the problem?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Being the stupid prat you are, you didn't even bother to wake me up for breakfast- McGonagall took five points from Slytherin for that, you know- she told me in the hall. If you can't be more responsible, Goyle . . ." He glared menacingly in Goyle's direction. "Why must you be such a dolt?" he groaned, after seeing no reaction in the pudgy boy's face.
Goyle gave Draco a dumbly innocent shrug, and chuckled lowly. Draco sighed, obviously flustered. He wished that just for one day he could escape their stupidity- sometimes even Granger and Weasley seemed better than the idiots he had to put up with. "Pellerin?" he yawned.
Star looked up from her orange juice. "What?"
"He's an idiot!"
"You interrupted me with my orange juice just to tell me that?" she growled. "I was trying to think! And plus, I knew that already, it's obvious! I don't need to play detective to get a clue." She looked over at Draco, realizing he wasn't even listening to her. She raised a silvery-blonde eyebrow, and followed his gaze over to the Gryffindor table. "Yeah, Potter sure is a pathetic little thing, isn't he?"
Draco looked back at her, his face forming a slightly confused expression. "Errrr . . . yeah! Yes, of course!" he stuttered, trying to look disgusted, but not openly succeeding.
"Mudblood and the weasel aren't much better, eh?" she chuckled. Upon seeing Draco's expressionless face, she furrowed her brow. "Something seems a little bit . . . off . . . about you today, Draco. Are you feeling alright?" She frowned. "Draco? Is something wrong?"
Draco suddenly snapped to attention. "What? Err, no! So just . . . just be quiet, okay?". He brought his hand up to the side of his face, bringing up a subtle barrier between him and his friend. "Now pass me the milk."
Rolling her eyes, Star obeyed.
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Ginny ran to catch up with Harry. "Harry, wait up!" she yelled down the hallway at him. He looked back over his shoulder to see a redheaded blob running towards him ((I need to get a new perscription for my glasses, he noted)).
"Oh, Ginny! Hi!" he replied as soon as the girl came into focus. "Sorry 'bout that, I couldn't tell who you were at first- can't see that well at the moment." He pointed to his glasses. "Just going back to the dorms, I left my wand by my bed."
"Great!" she blurted. "I don't mind about the glasses thing, really, don't worry at all." She suddenly bit her lip, and looked down. "Errrr, I was just wondering . . . " she trailed off.
"Yeah?". Harry's voice brought her back to the point.
She tilted her head away from him as she felt goosebumps raise on her arms. "Do you think you'd . . . want to . . . go to the dance with me?" she asked softly.
There was no response from Harry for a few moments, the empty time served perfectly for her stomach to go berserk. "Yes," he finally replied. "But . . . but only as friends. Is that . . . okay?"
Ginny nodded, still looking down. "Harry, I . . . I have to go." She turned around and fled, running towards the girls bathroom.
What have I gone and done this time? Harry groaned to himself. I wanted to ask Cho in the first place, but then Ginny asked me, and I just couldn't break her heart . . . but I did anyway. Her face when I told her just as friends, it was enough to make me cry. Oh God, how could I?
Ron appeared walking towards him from the main hall as he stood and contemplated his reply. "Harry, is something wrong?"
"No! I mean, yes- I- errr-" He sighed. "Walk with me to our room, I'll explain on the way."
Ron nodded. "If you say so!"
As they started walking and Harry told Ron his problem of the day, one persistant thought kept nagging at Harry. If I'm only upset about Cho, then why do I keep thinking about . . . Draco?
When the two boys had vanished
from view, Seamus Finnigan stepped cautiously out from behind a statue,
and gazed longingly in the direction of the girls bathroom.
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