Legend
Chapter II: Conflict
by Marie McKinnon
Draped in a chair in the common room with a blazing fire flickering in front of her, Ginny
read a Muggle Studies textbook. Hermione and Ron bickered at a table nearby. Harry was
nowhere to be seen. She couldn't be surprised; it was the first evening of school, and he was a
Prefect. Then again, so was Hermione, but Harry was, well, Harry, and probably had to discuss
defense tactics with Professor Dumbledore. Stretching and standing up, Ginny could find no
understandable reason for why all the boys were staring at her. Okay, so she was wearing
Muggle clothes, but so were a dozen other people. It was only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of
shorts, after all.
Harry clambered in at that instant and joined the staring fest. Ginny had grown up a lot
over the summer. He hadn't noticed at all, but he did then. She was lots taller, slender, curvy,
and had the most amazing pair of legs he'd ever seen. Russet curls dangled from a high ponytail.
While she stretched the hem of her shirt went up a few inches, causing the common room-wide
staring contest. If anyone got Ginny, he wanted it to be him, so he walked up and put an arm
around her slim waist. She turned, shocked, and met the emerald eyes boring into hers.
"Harry," she said, in her most dangerous tone of voice, "I know I'm your best friend's
sister, but that does not give you any right to grab me. If you would be so kind as to let me go..."
He didn't, just pulled her a little closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"It's not because you're Ron's sister. It's because you're enchanting," he whispered, a
smile finding its way onto his face.
"Did I not make myself clear? Hands off, Potter, or you'll regret it."
He chuckled, still holding her around the waist. "Playing hard to get, are we? It usually
works. I'm now more determined to have you, so be content. I find it hard to believe that your
crush on me has vanished."
Now furious, Ginny took hold of the hands on her waist and flipped Harry over onto his
back. "Start believing," she hissed as she stepped delicately over his fallen body, grabbed her
book, and headed up to her dorm. "You might want to have a talk with your friend," she
suggested to Ron.
"Why? Where is he?" Her brother demanded, looking around.
A slow smile lit Ginny's face. "Somewhere over there. Just reinforce what I said, okay?"
"What did you say?" Ron yelled after her retreating back.
"That just because he's your best friend doesn't mean that I'm all his."
Even as she walked up the stairs to the girls' dormitories could she hear Ron's bellow.
"WHAT THE H***'RE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR?"
"Ask your sister," he growled, getting up gingerly.
"I've a better answer," Hermione said. "I can get the memory of what happened from his
head. That won't lie."
"I didn't do anything!" Harry insisted seconds before the spell was cast. He reddened.
The entire scene played out in Ron and Hermione's heads from his point of view; even his
thoughts as he'd held their conversation were included. Ron turned purple very quickly as he
viewed the actions his best friend had made towards his little sister. Hermione winced as she
saw him hit the ground.
"You were going to snog my sister?" He voiced the question that had been on top of his
mind since the beginning in an incredulous whisper.
"Ummm..." If possible, he became a darker shade of scarlet than he'd been previously.
"YOU WERE GOING TO SNOG MY SISTER?!?!"
Ron yelled so loudly that the whole common room looked up at them. Seventh years
snickered amongst themselves, as did some of the fifth years. Dean Thomas and Seamus
Finnigan raised their eyebrows at Harry. A few of Ginny's friends slipped out of the room and
up to see her while her over-protective brother continued his rant.
"I'M D*** GLAD SHE FLIPPED YOU! DON'T YOU *DARE* GO NEAR HER
AGAIN!"
"I won't, okay? I just lost my head a little. It won't happen again."
"It better not, or you'll hear about it."
*
"Ginny! GINNY!"
"What?"
Ingrid dashed inside, panting. "What was Ron yelling about? He was really mad at
Harry, and he kept mentioning his sister."
"I think his exact words were 'you were going to snog my sister?!' but a lot louder,"
Frances corrected from behind. "Explanation, please?"
"What's to tell? He grabbed me, kissed me on the forehead, and when I told him to get
off, he wouldn't. He thought I was playing hard to get because I'd had a crush on him for so
long. I got mad and flipped him. I hope it hurts."
"Lesson One: Never mess with Ginny," Ingrid laughed.
"I don't get it. How did they know he wanted to--you know? I don't think he'd tell them
straight out, would he?"
"Hermione was telling me about a spell she knows that lets you see someone's memory
of an event, complete with their thoughts. I guess that thought dominated the encounter. Could
you leave, please? I want to read this book." Ginny gestured to The Acts of King Arthur and
His Noble Knights by John Steinbeck.
"Okay, sure. Let's go see if everything's calmed down in the common room."
"Give Harry a kick for me, okay? Just to make sure the idea sticks."
Disclaimer: Same as the last one. I disclaim this. None of the characters belong to me.
The English language doesn't belong to me (I wish it did. Every time someone spoke English
I'd get a big fat paycheck), the Arthurian legend isn't mine, blah blah blah blah. Next chapter:
Dean and Seamus try to make Harry feel better about Ginny, but don't exactly do what they were
aiming for.
Chapter II: Conflict
by Marie McKinnon
Draped in a chair in the common room with a blazing fire flickering in front of her, Ginny
read a Muggle Studies textbook. Hermione and Ron bickered at a table nearby. Harry was
nowhere to be seen. She couldn't be surprised; it was the first evening of school, and he was a
Prefect. Then again, so was Hermione, but Harry was, well, Harry, and probably had to discuss
defense tactics with Professor Dumbledore. Stretching and standing up, Ginny could find no
understandable reason for why all the boys were staring at her. Okay, so she was wearing
Muggle clothes, but so were a dozen other people. It was only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of
shorts, after all.
Harry clambered in at that instant and joined the staring fest. Ginny had grown up a lot
over the summer. He hadn't noticed at all, but he did then. She was lots taller, slender, curvy,
and had the most amazing pair of legs he'd ever seen. Russet curls dangled from a high ponytail.
While she stretched the hem of her shirt went up a few inches, causing the common room-wide
staring contest. If anyone got Ginny, he wanted it to be him, so he walked up and put an arm
around her slim waist. She turned, shocked, and met the emerald eyes boring into hers.
"Harry," she said, in her most dangerous tone of voice, "I know I'm your best friend's
sister, but that does not give you any right to grab me. If you would be so kind as to let me go..."
He didn't, just pulled her a little closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"It's not because you're Ron's sister. It's because you're enchanting," he whispered, a
smile finding its way onto his face.
"Did I not make myself clear? Hands off, Potter, or you'll regret it."
He chuckled, still holding her around the waist. "Playing hard to get, are we? It usually
works. I'm now more determined to have you, so be content. I find it hard to believe that your
crush on me has vanished."
Now furious, Ginny took hold of the hands on her waist and flipped Harry over onto his
back. "Start believing," she hissed as she stepped delicately over his fallen body, grabbed her
book, and headed up to her dorm. "You might want to have a talk with your friend," she
suggested to Ron.
"Why? Where is he?" Her brother demanded, looking around.
A slow smile lit Ginny's face. "Somewhere over there. Just reinforce what I said, okay?"
"What did you say?" Ron yelled after her retreating back.
"That just because he's your best friend doesn't mean that I'm all his."
Even as she walked up the stairs to the girls' dormitories could she hear Ron's bellow.
"WHAT THE H***'RE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR?"
"Ask your sister," he growled, getting up gingerly.
"I've a better answer," Hermione said. "I can get the memory of what happened from his
head. That won't lie."
"I didn't do anything!" Harry insisted seconds before the spell was cast. He reddened.
The entire scene played out in Ron and Hermione's heads from his point of view; even his
thoughts as he'd held their conversation were included. Ron turned purple very quickly as he
viewed the actions his best friend had made towards his little sister. Hermione winced as she
saw him hit the ground.
"You were going to snog my sister?" He voiced the question that had been on top of his
mind since the beginning in an incredulous whisper.
"Ummm..." If possible, he became a darker shade of scarlet than he'd been previously.
"YOU WERE GOING TO SNOG MY SISTER?!?!"
Ron yelled so loudly that the whole common room looked up at them. Seventh years
snickered amongst themselves, as did some of the fifth years. Dean Thomas and Seamus
Finnigan raised their eyebrows at Harry. A few of Ginny's friends slipped out of the room and
up to see her while her over-protective brother continued his rant.
"I'M D*** GLAD SHE FLIPPED YOU! DON'T YOU *DARE* GO NEAR HER
AGAIN!"
"I won't, okay? I just lost my head a little. It won't happen again."
"It better not, or you'll hear about it."
*
"Ginny! GINNY!"
"What?"
Ingrid dashed inside, panting. "What was Ron yelling about? He was really mad at
Harry, and he kept mentioning his sister."
"I think his exact words were 'you were going to snog my sister?!' but a lot louder,"
Frances corrected from behind. "Explanation, please?"
"What's to tell? He grabbed me, kissed me on the forehead, and when I told him to get
off, he wouldn't. He thought I was playing hard to get because I'd had a crush on him for so
long. I got mad and flipped him. I hope it hurts."
"Lesson One: Never mess with Ginny," Ingrid laughed.
"I don't get it. How did they know he wanted to--you know? I don't think he'd tell them
straight out, would he?"
"Hermione was telling me about a spell she knows that lets you see someone's memory
of an event, complete with their thoughts. I guess that thought dominated the encounter. Could
you leave, please? I want to read this book." Ginny gestured to The Acts of King Arthur and
His Noble Knights by John Steinbeck.
"Okay, sure. Let's go see if everything's calmed down in the common room."
"Give Harry a kick for me, okay? Just to make sure the idea sticks."
Disclaimer: Same as the last one. I disclaim this. None of the characters belong to me.
The English language doesn't belong to me (I wish it did. Every time someone spoke English
I'd get a big fat paycheck), the Arthurian legend isn't mine, blah blah blah blah. Next chapter:
Dean and Seamus try to make Harry feel better about Ginny, but don't exactly do what they were
aiming for.