"Alright you two, here's what ya got ta do," said Hagrid, pulling out
a couple of large colored cans. "The blue cans are for the yellow and
orange fwoopers, put a few pebbles in each their bowls, the reds are for
the pink and green fwoopers, dump a whole can in theirs, the black cans are
for the Jarveys, give 'em about a half a can and fill up their water
dishes, the green are for the kneazles, but ya only wanna give 'em a few
scoops or they'll be howlin for hours, it upsets their stomachs. When
you're done, come outside and we'll deal with the bigger animals together."
"Um, Hagrid, could you say that again?" asked Ginny, who had almost no idea what any of the creatures Hagrid has just named were. "And could you kind of, uh, point out what exactly they are? Maybe write it down too?"
Hagrid sighed with a wounded tone. "Well, I suppose I was a bit quick to assume that you'd been paying attention to everything I'd taught in class. Well, there are little labels on each of their caves, if they have a little blue marking, give 'em a blue can with the amount it says, same with the other colors. I'll be outside tending to that injured Kelpie I found the other week, just give me a call if anything goes wrong." Hagrid stepped outside and closed the door. Moments later, Harry and Ginny could hear a splash and a small scream. "Now Leotard, lets be a good animal and let mummy tend to your wounds," Hagrid said as if talking to a small child. Harry and Ginny could not restrain their laughter.
Ginny walked up to the first cage containing a large orange colored-bird. Below the bird on the cage was a label, scribbled in Hagrid's handwriting reading "Fwupar, tin pebbles".
Ginny smiled and gave a short laugh, then took poured ten pebbles into the fwooper's bowl. "Well Harry are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to do something?"
"Oh, sorry, just kind of dozed off for a moment there, didn't I?" Ginny giggled, and then tossed Harry a black can from out of the cabinet. "Which ones do I feed these to?" he asked, rolling the can back in forth in his hand.
"The one with the black label you idiot," she snorted, then poured out some more pebbles into another bowl.
"Oh, right," Harry said sheepishly. Harry traced his finger along the bottom of the cages, carefully examining each color until he came across a black slip, with nice neat handwriting. "What do you want to bet that Hermione wrote this label," Harry laughed to himself. "Jarveys, one half a black can, fill up water dish." Harry looked up and saw the Jarvey, a long weasel like creature who was furiously gnawing away at a piece of wood in its cage.
He's so handsome, Ginny thought to herself as Harry accidentally spilled water onto the floor. Harry blushed at his clumsiness and looked over at Ginny. Oh my God, is he actually blushing? He is so adorable when he does that. NO Ginny! No, bad girl! He's just your friend, you've blocked that part of your mind out, remember? You are just friends.
"Hey, Ginny, hello?" Ginny shook herself out of her mind's conversation and realized that he had been calling her name repeatedly and now both of them were blushing. "Can you toss me that cloth on the table next to you?" Harry tried not to laugh.
A mysterious grin spread across Ginny' face. She snatched up the cloth and dunked it in a bucket of water, then tossed it at Harry, smacking him in the chest. "There you go," she said, trying to sound sassy.
"Miss Weasley, I do believe you are going to regret that," Harry replied, sending the wet cloth back in Ginny's direction. The cloth hit Ginny in the face, sending water rushing down her robes. But before Harry had even laughed, Ginny was back in action, grabbing the bucket and splashing him with the water. "Oh no you didn't." Harry splashed her robes with the can of water he had been using and the two refilled their cups and continued their water fight.
Finally it was Ginny who caved in. "Okay, okay!" she exclaimed. "You win!" She raised her hands up in surrender. "Look at us now, we're all drenched!"
"Now whose fault is that Miss Weasley?" he asked slyly.
"Ugh, are you accusing me?" Harry nodded. "Why you little." Ginny lunged at him. Harry stepped backwards, but Ginny had jumped with enough force that it sent both of them tumbling across the floor. Harry grabbed her fist as she jokingly tried to punch him, and then pinned down her arms. For a moment they laughed but they both slowly realized the physical contact that they were making and how close they actually were.
Ginny's heart had begun to pound on overload and was torn between emotions of pleasure and despair. One part of her was begging for the moment to never end, while another was desperately begging that it had never happened, that she wouldn't be given even an inking of pleasure so that she would not be tormented just by the fact that it had been an accident and that they were, after all, just friends.
Harry's mind was racing much along the same lines. He had never been in a situation like this, except for with Hermione, but that wasn't the same because they were just friends. But wasn't Ginny just his friend? He had said something along those lines not long ago. Why was it any different? Why was touching her so different? Why was he frozen speechless as his hand rested on her arm?
And most of all, why did he suddenly have the urge to kiss her?
But now was not the time to wonder about his feelings for Ginny Weasley for good or ill, now was the time to act. Ginny's hands were now trembling and her eyes were filled with a look of confused panic. Harry carefully stood up, then offered his hand to Ginny and she sadly accepted it. "Ginny I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Harry was interrupted as the door flung open and Hagrid stood armed with a crossbow. "All right you devils. oh, it's just you two. I heard some sounds and got suspicious. Can't be too careful you know. And you two, yer all soaked!" Hagrid realized. "What happened?" Harry and Ginny looked guiltily at each other, then back to Hagrid, unsure of what to say. "Oh," muttered Hagrid.
"Um, Hagrid, could you say that again?" asked Ginny, who had almost no idea what any of the creatures Hagrid has just named were. "And could you kind of, uh, point out what exactly they are? Maybe write it down too?"
Hagrid sighed with a wounded tone. "Well, I suppose I was a bit quick to assume that you'd been paying attention to everything I'd taught in class. Well, there are little labels on each of their caves, if they have a little blue marking, give 'em a blue can with the amount it says, same with the other colors. I'll be outside tending to that injured Kelpie I found the other week, just give me a call if anything goes wrong." Hagrid stepped outside and closed the door. Moments later, Harry and Ginny could hear a splash and a small scream. "Now Leotard, lets be a good animal and let mummy tend to your wounds," Hagrid said as if talking to a small child. Harry and Ginny could not restrain their laughter.
Ginny walked up to the first cage containing a large orange colored-bird. Below the bird on the cage was a label, scribbled in Hagrid's handwriting reading "Fwupar, tin pebbles".
Ginny smiled and gave a short laugh, then took poured ten pebbles into the fwooper's bowl. "Well Harry are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to do something?"
"Oh, sorry, just kind of dozed off for a moment there, didn't I?" Ginny giggled, and then tossed Harry a black can from out of the cabinet. "Which ones do I feed these to?" he asked, rolling the can back in forth in his hand.
"The one with the black label you idiot," she snorted, then poured out some more pebbles into another bowl.
"Oh, right," Harry said sheepishly. Harry traced his finger along the bottom of the cages, carefully examining each color until he came across a black slip, with nice neat handwriting. "What do you want to bet that Hermione wrote this label," Harry laughed to himself. "Jarveys, one half a black can, fill up water dish." Harry looked up and saw the Jarvey, a long weasel like creature who was furiously gnawing away at a piece of wood in its cage.
He's so handsome, Ginny thought to herself as Harry accidentally spilled water onto the floor. Harry blushed at his clumsiness and looked over at Ginny. Oh my God, is he actually blushing? He is so adorable when he does that. NO Ginny! No, bad girl! He's just your friend, you've blocked that part of your mind out, remember? You are just friends.
"Hey, Ginny, hello?" Ginny shook herself out of her mind's conversation and realized that he had been calling her name repeatedly and now both of them were blushing. "Can you toss me that cloth on the table next to you?" Harry tried not to laugh.
A mysterious grin spread across Ginny' face. She snatched up the cloth and dunked it in a bucket of water, then tossed it at Harry, smacking him in the chest. "There you go," she said, trying to sound sassy.
"Miss Weasley, I do believe you are going to regret that," Harry replied, sending the wet cloth back in Ginny's direction. The cloth hit Ginny in the face, sending water rushing down her robes. But before Harry had even laughed, Ginny was back in action, grabbing the bucket and splashing him with the water. "Oh no you didn't." Harry splashed her robes with the can of water he had been using and the two refilled their cups and continued their water fight.
Finally it was Ginny who caved in. "Okay, okay!" she exclaimed. "You win!" She raised her hands up in surrender. "Look at us now, we're all drenched!"
"Now whose fault is that Miss Weasley?" he asked slyly.
"Ugh, are you accusing me?" Harry nodded. "Why you little." Ginny lunged at him. Harry stepped backwards, but Ginny had jumped with enough force that it sent both of them tumbling across the floor. Harry grabbed her fist as she jokingly tried to punch him, and then pinned down her arms. For a moment they laughed but they both slowly realized the physical contact that they were making and how close they actually were.
Ginny's heart had begun to pound on overload and was torn between emotions of pleasure and despair. One part of her was begging for the moment to never end, while another was desperately begging that it had never happened, that she wouldn't be given even an inking of pleasure so that she would not be tormented just by the fact that it had been an accident and that they were, after all, just friends.
Harry's mind was racing much along the same lines. He had never been in a situation like this, except for with Hermione, but that wasn't the same because they were just friends. But wasn't Ginny just his friend? He had said something along those lines not long ago. Why was it any different? Why was touching her so different? Why was he frozen speechless as his hand rested on her arm?
And most of all, why did he suddenly have the urge to kiss her?
But now was not the time to wonder about his feelings for Ginny Weasley for good or ill, now was the time to act. Ginny's hands were now trembling and her eyes were filled with a look of confused panic. Harry carefully stood up, then offered his hand to Ginny and she sadly accepted it. "Ginny I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Harry was interrupted as the door flung open and Hagrid stood armed with a crossbow. "All right you devils. oh, it's just you two. I heard some sounds and got suspicious. Can't be too careful you know. And you two, yer all soaked!" Hagrid realized. "What happened?" Harry and Ginny looked guiltily at each other, then back to Hagrid, unsure of what to say. "Oh," muttered Hagrid.