Realistic D/G Fic #4
A/N: Sorry, folks this doesn't really explain anything about the third chapter. Sorry! You'll just have to chew on that. ::shrugs apologetically::.
Thanks to:
HPReader4L (author) : I liked the fight, too. Also, I think you made a joke, but would you mind explaining it to me? Thanks. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Wyltk (author) : You didn't need that bat; see, I did it all by my lonesome. Please don't kill me. lol Thanks for reviewing every single one of my chapters and hope you like this fourth chapter.
LOTR FrEak! (anonymous reviewer) : Wow! ::gets starry-eyes:: You said 'very good' twice! Thanks! Believe me, I want to know who the mysterious intruder is also. @_@
VyingQuill (author): Got the fourth chapter up! Just read the top, and I apologize. But there's one surefire thing: IT AIN'T HUGO!
Very Quiet One (author): ( I'm sorry I didn't get it up quickly! I tried to, but I wanted for the reviews to pool. Sorry!
A special thanks to my NON-REVIEWING beta-readers: VirtualFaerie (great HP fics), Savannah (great Eminem fic), and Cranky Cathe (er… funny Digimon fics). Thanks to your beta-reading, even though you don't review, I know you like it.
Ginny woke up sweaty, uncomfortable, decidedly grouchy, disoriented, and surrounded by a crowd of Gryffindors. She had had a dream... about a guy... or a girl? ^Oh well,^ said her brain. ^We have more pressing matters to wonder about, like, why is there all these Gryffindors, more than half of them boys, in your dormitory?
Oh yeah, why IS there all these Gryffindors? They'll all get in trouble of McGonagall decides that today is a good day for one of her surprise checks.^ She looked blankly at them. Then she remembered.
Finally, the brain grumbled. Someone had short-sheeted her bed and she had had to sleep in the common room. She vividly recollected yelling at all those innocent Gryffindors who were relaxing to get out of the common room as if it was HER personal common room. ^What must Harry think of a girl who yells at people who she hadn't any right to yell at?^ she thought miserably. Her brain decided she didn't want to know.
"Ginny? Are you awake?" asked an anonymous voice.
"That is SUCH the stupid question, if I wasn't awake, I would be now, wouldn't I? How else would I answer?" Ginny reiterated irritably, wanting to wallow in self-pity in peace.
"Sorry, I guess that WAS kind of stupid, huh?" A little chuckle.
^Wait a minute, I recognize that chuckle. An embarrassed chuckle that I have often heard. A chuckle often chuckled by... oh no. Please, no! Harry?^
Repeating her thoughts, she whispered, "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
^Think of something smart, or at least reasonable, brain. Think, THINK!!!
I'm thinking, I'm thinking,^ grumbled her brain.
"Where's Ron?" was all her apologizing brain could think of. ^Oh, yeah, I want RON of all people barging in a disturbing any chance of romantic vibes. REALLY smart.^
^How's about you stop talking to yourself, and start talking to Harry? At least you're smart enough to talk to yourself WITHIN yourself. @_@ Now pay attention to what he's saying,^ her brain back-talked. She was barely able to catch the tail end of Harry's reply.
"-with me."
"What? Can you repeat what you just said?" Ginny asked, thinking that maybe Harry said Ron was going out with him... ^Geez, that Muggle fanfiction is REALLY getting to my head.^
"Will you go out with me?" Harry repeated patiently.
"When and where?" ^Oh great, I sound like some slut who goes out a lot. Do I have to sound so callous?^
"Well, I was thinking on our next Hogsmeade trip, we could meet up at the Three Broomsticks."
"Okay, then it's a date." This was all said rather numbly. She was elated a few moments before she sank into a dead faint.
Ginny's face was being daubed with a wet towel. WHY was her face being daubed, her demanding brain asked. She opened bleary eyes to see a concerned Ron and a rather indifferent Madam Pomfrey.
"I tell you for the last time, Mr. Weasley, she will be perfectly fine, she was just a bit shocked," Madame Pomfrey sounded like she had said this many times contrary to the 'last time'.
"It's just that her best friend got knocked out by a kiss, and I thought what if Ginny caught whatever Dawn has? You see, she's the youngest and now that Fred and George aren't here, Mum and Dad want me to protect her and-"
"Yes, yes, you've told me before. Ahh, Miss Weasley, how are you feeling? Nauseated? Dizzy? Dehydrated?" Madame Pomfrey seemed pleased at the change of subject.
"None of the above thanks. Hey Ron," Ginny said smiling wanly at the incredibly worried expression on his face. "If you act like that because of a little faint, wait until I break my arm."
Ron's face paled at the prospect.
"Kidding, just kidding." Ginny said, smiling at his over- protectiveness (beta-reader says: Now THAT's unrealistic.)
"All right, and Harry asked me to ask you to sit next to him today," Ron said as he was leaving.
^A last, he doesn't just think of me just as Ron's little sister,^ she thought, smiling and basking blissfully in the affection that had always before been imagined.
Ron met Harry outside of the infirmary door. "Hey, Harry, thanks ever so much for asking her out, she's been acting really glum and Hermione told me that it was because she wanted you to ask her out. I really appreciate it, man."
"Hey, no problem, just as long as she's not too clingy and stuff. Would you give me a few ideas as to what I should talk to her about at the table? Cause I really don't know," Harry answered.
"Well, I don't think you should worry about that, I mean she's pretty smart for her age. But I will give you a few pointers on what's appropriate to talk about," Ron said cheerfully. "Let's walk."
Ginny was in her dorm room, anxiously standing in front of The Dresser and pressing 'Advice'. She muttered to herself about how inconvenient that Professor Pomfrey had been told to triple and quadruple-check Ginny. Probably Ron. ^Damn, I want to get to dinner early so I could talk with Harry more. But I have to get my hair, makeup, and robes just right, AND I have to visit Dawn.^ When she was finally done, she hurried to the infirmary.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, feeling a bit woozy now are we? That's why you came back wasn't it? Oh, that can't be it; you wouldn't be dressed so smartly. What could I do for you?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"May I see Dawn?" Ginny asked politely.
"Dawn who?" Madame Pomfrey asked placidly, apparently not noticing the impatient Ginny.
"I don't know her last name; she's never told me. Um, she's in the sixth year and she's blond with streaked hair," Ginny answered not-so- politely, seeing as she wanted to shake the woman so she would hurry up.
"Oh, her? She's a special patient; she's got a rare sort of affliction. She's in a separate room than the others because too much hustle and bustle would disturb her healing. Oh, how I do prattle on," Madame Pomfrey said, eager for conversation.
^Yes you do,^ Ginny thought while smiling at the nurse who was ushering her into a private room. They nearly collided with Draco Malfoy.
"Oh Mr. Malfoy, I quite forgot you were here, I thought you left. After all, who would have thought a busy student like you would still be here from lunch?" Madame Pomfrey asked, hinting that she wanted an answer to her question. In fact, Ginny wanted an answer also.
"It matters little to me what other people think, I was just leaving," Malfoy said, barely keeping a sneer from curling his lips. He pushed past Ginny and strode out the door.
Ginny and Madame Pomfrey shrugged in unison than entered the room, which was deathly quiet.
"There's nothing seriously wrong with her, is there?" Ginny asked worriedly.
"Oh, now I couldn't tell you that; the only person I could and did tell was Mister Malfoy. Professor Dumbledore sent a note. I have no idea why, however," Madame Pomfrey shook her head, perplexed. "Well, no matter, you may stay as long as you like but I don't believe you should miss dinner," Madame Pomfrey said briskly, ending with a conspiratory wink. Ginny could almost feel Madame Pomfrey nudging her.
"Er, thank you," Ginny said, sitting down next to Dawn. The seat was still warm from it's *ahem* former occupant. Dawn obviously didn't look too good, but not as bad as Ginny had thought. She thought that Dawn might look Petrified or something, but she just looked rather limpid. She felt Dawn's pulse, it was unusually fast and was cold to the touch.
"She'll be fine after a while, I've done the best I could and she just needs to rest," Madame Pomfrey said, noticing Ginny's worried frown.
"Thanks, Madame Pomfrey," Ginny said, standing up. Dawn wasn't going to wake up until tomorrow at the earliest. Just then, Dumbledore entered the private room. Madame Pomfrey sat up startled.
"Hello, Albus, whatever are you doing here?" Madame Pomfrey asked, echoing Ginny's thoughts.
"I just wanted to check up on Dawn. Her father requested that I do so. Besides, I've never seen this type of affliction and wanted to study it," Dumbledore answered.
"Ginny, Harry's waiting for you." Dumbledore said in a slightly singsong voice.
^Geez, why are all the professors so happy about Harry and me getting together? It freaks me out.^ She shrugged and left for the Great Hall, eager to talk to Harry and to bask in his everlasting love.
When she arrived at the Great Hall, half of the seats were already filled. Ron waved her over, but she hardly gave him a glance. She walked gracefully and regally, hoping to impress Harry. Unfortunately, tripping over a leg and falling into Harry's mashed potatoes was neither graceful nor regal.
"Oh, I'm such a clumsy oaf! I'm so sorry!" Ginny apologized profusely, wiping up the splattered mashed potatoes that had landed on Harry's robes. She was too flustered to notice that her frantic wipes was straying close to a, shall I say, delicate part of Harry.
"Er, Ginny, I can take care of the rest," Harry said, trying to pry Ginny's arm away from where she was wiping. "Seriously, you don't need to."
"Oh, but I made the mess, I might as well clean it up," Ginny protested, persisting in her wiping.
"Ah, Weasel, reduced to such tactics just to touch it?" asked Millicent Bulstrode, snickering and using Draco's pet name for all Weasleys.
"To touch what?"
"Oh please, as if you didn't know."
"What ARE you talking about?" Ginny asked, rubbing harder at the stain that had seeped into Harry's pants.
"Don't you even know where you're wiping? Let me give you a hint, it's in the lower regions and is only found on a male's body. I'll let you figure out the rest," Millicent left with a snicker, eager to tell of the latest exploits at Gryffindor table to her fellow Slytherins.
Ginny finally noticed where she was wiping and where she had been wiping for almost twenty minutes.
Seamus passed by, saying, "Wow, Ginny you're fast! Congrats to the happy couple!"
Ginny's face turned so red it seemed purple. "Er, I'm SO sorry Harry, I truly didn't know that I was doing, um, what I was doing."
"That's quite all right Ginny, just please stop," Harry said, noting that Ginny STILL hadn't stopped.
"Oh, right."
There was an uncomfortable silence until Ron let out a large belch. They burst into laughter, all the tension gone.
"We could always trust Ron to be an ice-breaker," Hermione said between giggles.
"Yeah, once, at one of Dad's business meetings with some Muggles who knew he was a wizard and wanted to tell, Ron farted, and suddenly everybody were buddies," Ginny said, laughing just as hard as Hermione, and maybe a little harder, hoping that her laughter would wipe the, err, Incident from Harry's mind. They settled down to talking enjoyably with each other. It wasn't the romantic conversation Ginny had imagined, but she felt that she might not be ready for that yet.
A/N: Was that funny? Was that sad? Was that bathroom humor? Tell me, tell me, tell me! You know that little rectangular button that says, Click Here to Submit Review? it's there for a REASON!
A/N: Sorry, folks this doesn't really explain anything about the third chapter. Sorry! You'll just have to chew on that. ::shrugs apologetically::.
Thanks to:
HPReader4L (author) : I liked the fight, too. Also, I think you made a joke, but would you mind explaining it to me? Thanks. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Wyltk (author) : You didn't need that bat; see, I did it all by my lonesome. Please don't kill me. lol Thanks for reviewing every single one of my chapters and hope you like this fourth chapter.
LOTR FrEak! (anonymous reviewer) : Wow! ::gets starry-eyes:: You said 'very good' twice! Thanks! Believe me, I want to know who the mysterious intruder is also. @_@
VyingQuill (author): Got the fourth chapter up! Just read the top, and I apologize. But there's one surefire thing: IT AIN'T HUGO!
Very Quiet One (author): ( I'm sorry I didn't get it up quickly! I tried to, but I wanted for the reviews to pool. Sorry!
A special thanks to my NON-REVIEWING beta-readers: VirtualFaerie (great HP fics), Savannah (great Eminem fic), and Cranky Cathe (er… funny Digimon fics). Thanks to your beta-reading, even though you don't review, I know you like it.
Ginny woke up sweaty, uncomfortable, decidedly grouchy, disoriented, and surrounded by a crowd of Gryffindors. She had had a dream... about a guy... or a girl? ^Oh well,^ said her brain. ^We have more pressing matters to wonder about, like, why is there all these Gryffindors, more than half of them boys, in your dormitory?
Oh yeah, why IS there all these Gryffindors? They'll all get in trouble of McGonagall decides that today is a good day for one of her surprise checks.^ She looked blankly at them. Then she remembered.
Finally, the brain grumbled. Someone had short-sheeted her bed and she had had to sleep in the common room. She vividly recollected yelling at all those innocent Gryffindors who were relaxing to get out of the common room as if it was HER personal common room. ^What must Harry think of a girl who yells at people who she hadn't any right to yell at?^ she thought miserably. Her brain decided she didn't want to know.
"Ginny? Are you awake?" asked an anonymous voice.
"That is SUCH the stupid question, if I wasn't awake, I would be now, wouldn't I? How else would I answer?" Ginny reiterated irritably, wanting to wallow in self-pity in peace.
"Sorry, I guess that WAS kind of stupid, huh?" A little chuckle.
^Wait a minute, I recognize that chuckle. An embarrassed chuckle that I have often heard. A chuckle often chuckled by... oh no. Please, no! Harry?^
Repeating her thoughts, she whispered, "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
^Think of something smart, or at least reasonable, brain. Think, THINK!!!
I'm thinking, I'm thinking,^ grumbled her brain.
"Where's Ron?" was all her apologizing brain could think of. ^Oh, yeah, I want RON of all people barging in a disturbing any chance of romantic vibes. REALLY smart.^
^How's about you stop talking to yourself, and start talking to Harry? At least you're smart enough to talk to yourself WITHIN yourself. @_@ Now pay attention to what he's saying,^ her brain back-talked. She was barely able to catch the tail end of Harry's reply.
"-with me."
"What? Can you repeat what you just said?" Ginny asked, thinking that maybe Harry said Ron was going out with him... ^Geez, that Muggle fanfiction is REALLY getting to my head.^
"Will you go out with me?" Harry repeated patiently.
"When and where?" ^Oh great, I sound like some slut who goes out a lot. Do I have to sound so callous?^
"Well, I was thinking on our next Hogsmeade trip, we could meet up at the Three Broomsticks."
"Okay, then it's a date." This was all said rather numbly. She was elated a few moments before she sank into a dead faint.
Ginny's face was being daubed with a wet towel. WHY was her face being daubed, her demanding brain asked. She opened bleary eyes to see a concerned Ron and a rather indifferent Madam Pomfrey.
"I tell you for the last time, Mr. Weasley, she will be perfectly fine, she was just a bit shocked," Madame Pomfrey sounded like she had said this many times contrary to the 'last time'.
"It's just that her best friend got knocked out by a kiss, and I thought what if Ginny caught whatever Dawn has? You see, she's the youngest and now that Fred and George aren't here, Mum and Dad want me to protect her and-"
"Yes, yes, you've told me before. Ahh, Miss Weasley, how are you feeling? Nauseated? Dizzy? Dehydrated?" Madame Pomfrey seemed pleased at the change of subject.
"None of the above thanks. Hey Ron," Ginny said smiling wanly at the incredibly worried expression on his face. "If you act like that because of a little faint, wait until I break my arm."
Ron's face paled at the prospect.
"Kidding, just kidding." Ginny said, smiling at his over- protectiveness (beta-reader says: Now THAT's unrealistic.)
"All right, and Harry asked me to ask you to sit next to him today," Ron said as he was leaving.
^A last, he doesn't just think of me just as Ron's little sister,^ she thought, smiling and basking blissfully in the affection that had always before been imagined.
Ron met Harry outside of the infirmary door. "Hey, Harry, thanks ever so much for asking her out, she's been acting really glum and Hermione told me that it was because she wanted you to ask her out. I really appreciate it, man."
"Hey, no problem, just as long as she's not too clingy and stuff. Would you give me a few ideas as to what I should talk to her about at the table? Cause I really don't know," Harry answered.
"Well, I don't think you should worry about that, I mean she's pretty smart for her age. But I will give you a few pointers on what's appropriate to talk about," Ron said cheerfully. "Let's walk."
Ginny was in her dorm room, anxiously standing in front of The Dresser and pressing 'Advice'. She muttered to herself about how inconvenient that Professor Pomfrey had been told to triple and quadruple-check Ginny. Probably Ron. ^Damn, I want to get to dinner early so I could talk with Harry more. But I have to get my hair, makeup, and robes just right, AND I have to visit Dawn.^ When she was finally done, she hurried to the infirmary.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, feeling a bit woozy now are we? That's why you came back wasn't it? Oh, that can't be it; you wouldn't be dressed so smartly. What could I do for you?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"May I see Dawn?" Ginny asked politely.
"Dawn who?" Madame Pomfrey asked placidly, apparently not noticing the impatient Ginny.
"I don't know her last name; she's never told me. Um, she's in the sixth year and she's blond with streaked hair," Ginny answered not-so- politely, seeing as she wanted to shake the woman so she would hurry up.
"Oh, her? She's a special patient; she's got a rare sort of affliction. She's in a separate room than the others because too much hustle and bustle would disturb her healing. Oh, how I do prattle on," Madame Pomfrey said, eager for conversation.
^Yes you do,^ Ginny thought while smiling at the nurse who was ushering her into a private room. They nearly collided with Draco Malfoy.
"Oh Mr. Malfoy, I quite forgot you were here, I thought you left. After all, who would have thought a busy student like you would still be here from lunch?" Madame Pomfrey asked, hinting that she wanted an answer to her question. In fact, Ginny wanted an answer also.
"It matters little to me what other people think, I was just leaving," Malfoy said, barely keeping a sneer from curling his lips. He pushed past Ginny and strode out the door.
Ginny and Madame Pomfrey shrugged in unison than entered the room, which was deathly quiet.
"There's nothing seriously wrong with her, is there?" Ginny asked worriedly.
"Oh, now I couldn't tell you that; the only person I could and did tell was Mister Malfoy. Professor Dumbledore sent a note. I have no idea why, however," Madame Pomfrey shook her head, perplexed. "Well, no matter, you may stay as long as you like but I don't believe you should miss dinner," Madame Pomfrey said briskly, ending with a conspiratory wink. Ginny could almost feel Madame Pomfrey nudging her.
"Er, thank you," Ginny said, sitting down next to Dawn. The seat was still warm from it's *ahem* former occupant. Dawn obviously didn't look too good, but not as bad as Ginny had thought. She thought that Dawn might look Petrified or something, but she just looked rather limpid. She felt Dawn's pulse, it was unusually fast and was cold to the touch.
"She'll be fine after a while, I've done the best I could and she just needs to rest," Madame Pomfrey said, noticing Ginny's worried frown.
"Thanks, Madame Pomfrey," Ginny said, standing up. Dawn wasn't going to wake up until tomorrow at the earliest. Just then, Dumbledore entered the private room. Madame Pomfrey sat up startled.
"Hello, Albus, whatever are you doing here?" Madame Pomfrey asked, echoing Ginny's thoughts.
"I just wanted to check up on Dawn. Her father requested that I do so. Besides, I've never seen this type of affliction and wanted to study it," Dumbledore answered.
"Ginny, Harry's waiting for you." Dumbledore said in a slightly singsong voice.
^Geez, why are all the professors so happy about Harry and me getting together? It freaks me out.^ She shrugged and left for the Great Hall, eager to talk to Harry and to bask in his everlasting love.
When she arrived at the Great Hall, half of the seats were already filled. Ron waved her over, but she hardly gave him a glance. She walked gracefully and regally, hoping to impress Harry. Unfortunately, tripping over a leg and falling into Harry's mashed potatoes was neither graceful nor regal.
"Oh, I'm such a clumsy oaf! I'm so sorry!" Ginny apologized profusely, wiping up the splattered mashed potatoes that had landed on Harry's robes. She was too flustered to notice that her frantic wipes was straying close to a, shall I say, delicate part of Harry.
"Er, Ginny, I can take care of the rest," Harry said, trying to pry Ginny's arm away from where she was wiping. "Seriously, you don't need to."
"Oh, but I made the mess, I might as well clean it up," Ginny protested, persisting in her wiping.
"Ah, Weasel, reduced to such tactics just to touch it?" asked Millicent Bulstrode, snickering and using Draco's pet name for all Weasleys.
"To touch what?"
"Oh please, as if you didn't know."
"What ARE you talking about?" Ginny asked, rubbing harder at the stain that had seeped into Harry's pants.
"Don't you even know where you're wiping? Let me give you a hint, it's in the lower regions and is only found on a male's body. I'll let you figure out the rest," Millicent left with a snicker, eager to tell of the latest exploits at Gryffindor table to her fellow Slytherins.
Ginny finally noticed where she was wiping and where she had been wiping for almost twenty minutes.
Seamus passed by, saying, "Wow, Ginny you're fast! Congrats to the happy couple!"
Ginny's face turned so red it seemed purple. "Er, I'm SO sorry Harry, I truly didn't know that I was doing, um, what I was doing."
"That's quite all right Ginny, just please stop," Harry said, noting that Ginny STILL hadn't stopped.
"Oh, right."
There was an uncomfortable silence until Ron let out a large belch. They burst into laughter, all the tension gone.
"We could always trust Ron to be an ice-breaker," Hermione said between giggles.
"Yeah, once, at one of Dad's business meetings with some Muggles who knew he was a wizard and wanted to tell, Ron farted, and suddenly everybody were buddies," Ginny said, laughing just as hard as Hermione, and maybe a little harder, hoping that her laughter would wipe the, err, Incident from Harry's mind. They settled down to talking enjoyably with each other. It wasn't the romantic conversation Ginny had imagined, but she felt that she might not be ready for that yet.
A/N: Was that funny? Was that sad? Was that bathroom humor? Tell me, tell me, tell me! You know that little rectangular button that says, Click Here to Submit Review? it's there for a REASON!