Chapter Two: What is going on?
Harry woke up the next morning feeling rather groggy and tired. He had been dreaming of Ginney and the alarm had woken him in the middle of the dream. He closed his eyes trying to get the dream back, but it had vanished, he couldn't remember what exactly it had been about. A moment later, Ron's red, freckled head, poked through the curtains of his four-poster bed. "C'mon Harry, we'll be late for breakfast!" he exclaimed. Harry sighed and got up.
"What were you doing so late last night, anyway?" Ron asked as they were walking towards the great hall with Hermione. Harry turned bright red and stammered something about a lot of homework. Hermione looked puzzled, "What do you mean, Harry? I didn't think we had so much," she said. He blushed again and started to say something about Quidditch practice being so long, but Ron interrupted, saying, "You never think we have a lot of homework, Hermione." Harry let out a sigh of relief, silently thanking Ron.
They reached the hall shortly and sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. Ginney came in a moment later and sat down next to Ron, who was across from Harry. She looked up and smiled shyly at Harry, who smiled back, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks.
Breakfast began and they all munched happily, many of them still groggy from sleeping. Every few moments Ginney and Harry would look up and smile at each other. Then one or the other would look away and they would go back to eating. Hermione was trying to quiz Ron for a herbology quiz they had first period, but he kept looking suspiciously at Harry and Ginney. Finally he had had enough. "What is going on with you two?" he exclaimed, frustrated.
Harry and Ginney both looked up guiltily, blushing. "W-what d'you mean, Ron?" Harry stammered finally.
"You keep smiling at each other! It's getting creepy!"
They both stared down at their plates, and muttered, "sorry…" Ron looked at each of them in turn, still suspicious, then turned back to Hermione.
Harry looked up at Ginney and gave her a little appologetic smile, which she returned, and they finished their breakfast uneventfully.