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Chapter 13: The Luckiest Guy in the World
The remainder of the Holidays passed by in a rush and too soon Harry found himself back in classes. The rest of the school was back in Hogwarts and once again life turned extremely busy. Quidditch practices had started again, and Angelina was working the team harder than ever to prepare for their upcoming match against Slytherin.
It seemed that their teachers also wanted to see them sweat as they were piling on the homework more than ever. As Professor McGonagall frequently reminded them, O.W.L.S were to be taken in six months. Though this sounded like quite a long time to Harry, their Professors seemed to regard this as a short period of time. Hermione took this approach too. She was already drawing up a study schedule for herself and insisted that Harry and Ron do the same. When they had shown no initiative, she had taken it upon herself to do it for them.
Harry felt like he no longer had time to worry about Voldemort and whatever scheme he was hatching next, but he felt like he carried the concern anyway. It was always there, as if he were carrying a 20-lb weight around with him.
The only good thing Harry could see about the end of the holidays, was the return of Ginny. He felt like spending time with her made all of his apprehension vanish. She made him laugh, and for that he was grateful. He was worried that Ginny would become a target of Voldemort as well, but Ginny had pointed out that she already was. Her mother fought against the Dark Side, and that was enough reason for Voldemort. Harry was glad she still wanted to spend time with him. Without her company, he didn't know what he would do.
A week after the holidays had ended, Harry and Ginny sat playing a game of chess. Harry checked his new watch and was surprised to see that it was past one o' clock in the morning. Ron and Hermione had gone to bed a while ago, and the common room was now empty except for the two of them. The fire was lit dimly, raining them in light, though the rest of the room remained quite dark. Harry was winning, and he could feel a small excitement in him at that fact that he might actually win a game of chess. He stared across at Ginny, waiting for her to make a move. He liked to watch her when they played. Her hair hung in a loose ponytail, a few strands dangling in front of her face. Her lips were pursed in an expression of concentration, and her eyebrows were scrunched making her look rather...well...cute. She looked up to see Harry staring at her intently, and immediately Harry felt stupid.
He looked down at the chessboard, cheeks turning red. He hadn't imagined that a person could feel this embarrassed, but he was. She had caught him studying her, and it brought back some awkward memories from earlier quidditch practices.
She moved one of her pieces, but Harry didn't really feel like concentrating anymore. He just wanted to go up to bed and forget about his embarrassment. He carelessly moved his castle; not even seeing that he put it right in the path of her queen. She smiled up at him, realizing his obvious mistake as she took the castle. He sighed and chocked this game up to another loss. Soon the game had ended, Ginny being victorious. "I knew I could beat you." She said playfully. They both stood up, though neither made a move towards the staircases.
He smiled at her, and wondered if she knew how she drove him crazy. How her smile made him go nuts, how the slightest comment could throw off all of his concentration, how her sense of humor made him laugh, how just spending time with her could brighten up his day. Right then and there, he couldn't help but stare at her and this time he didn't feel very embarrassed at all.
"What is it?" She asked him, grinning. "Do I have something on my face?" Ginny laughed and looked at him curiously, clearly waiting for him to tell her what was so fascinating.
He was silent for a few moments before he found the courage to speak. He wanted to tell her how he felt. "You're a great person, you know that?" His breath caught in his throat as he realized how stupid the words sounded. She didn't seem to mind though. She was smiling at least. Harry felt braver by her encouraging smile. He reached out to tuck one of the stray strands of hair behind her ear, but stopped halfway there. What if she didn't really like him? What if she just wanted a friend in him? She had asked him to the Halloween Ball, but that didn't really mean anything.maybe she had just wanted to go as friends.
Ginny grabbed his hand that had been on its way to her hair and pulled him a little closer. At that moment Harry stopped thinking and started focusing on the person in front of him. He liked her, maybe even loved her, though he wasn't sure of that yet.
Then, without considering the repercussions of his actions, without thinking about Ginny's response, without feeling embarrassed he leaned in and kissed her gently. He was amazed to feel her lips moving against his. He was kissing Ginny, and it was the greatest thing in the world. She ran her fingertips up and down his arm as they kissed, sending shivers throughout his body. He played with her long ginger hair, amazed at its softness. They continued to kiss, and Harry was amazed at all the sensations he was feeling.
Suddenly a voice interrupted them. "Ew!" Harry broke apart from Ginny quickly looking up at the boys' staircase to see whom it was. Ron. Harry groaned in his mind, thinking about Ron's probable reaction. "What are you doing with my sister, Harry?" He shouted, obviously feeling disgusted.
Harry felt his face burn. It was bad enough that they had been caught, but by Ron was probably the worst-case scenario. Well, maybe Fred and George would be worse.
"Well?" Ron's voice again broke through his thoughts.
Harry's embarrassment was fading, and he was surprised to find himself becoming angry. "What did it look like we were doing?" He asked sarcastically.
Ron seemed a little shocked at first, but it soon wore off as he glared at the pair of them. "Snogging!" He yelled. Harry sincerely hoped that Ron had not woken everyone in Gryffindor tower.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but shut it when he heard Ginny's voice. "You know what, Ron? I'm sick of you! What's your problem? Is there something wrong with Harry and I liking each other? You're not my parent, Ron, nor Harry's! You can't tell us what to do!" She fumed. Harry was almost expecting to see steam rising from her fiery red hair.
"Well Sorry! It's a little awkward for me!" At this Harry felt indignation. And Ron didn't think it was awkward for him that he and Hermione were dating?
He voiced this opinion out loud. "It's a little awkward for me." He said quietly. "You and Hermione being together. I feel left out sometimes and maybe even a little jealous." He grinned wryly. "But for the most part I try not to let it bother me."
Ron studied him for a minute, and then turned his gaze on his sister before speaking. "Yeah.well I guess you're right. Sorry. I guess I just freaked out seeing you two.well.you know." He smirked and Harry was relieved. "Just try to refrain from public displays of affection from now on, okay?"
Harry laughed, and punched Ron in the shoulder. "You should talk! I think I almost vomited when you and Hermione." Here he changed his voice up to a higher pitch. ".were under the mistletoe." Harry batted his eyelashes for effect. Ron snickered and shoved Harry in a brotherly fashion. With that Ron walked back upstairs, sneaking a few glances at them as he made his way towards the dormitories. When Harry heard his footsteps grow quieter and the faint sound of a door shutting he turned back to Ginny.
"Well I guess we better get to bed." He whispered.
Ginny smiled at him. "Yeah." Neither of them made a move to go towards their respective staircase.
Harry closed his eyes for a second, suddenly feeling sleepy. He opened them once again to see Ginny leaning toward him. She kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Harry." She said.
"Goodnight." He replied. He watched her walk up to the girls' dormitories, looking back at him before she walked down the hallway leading to her room.
Harry sighed. He went up to his own dorms. Ron had his curtains shut and Harry suspected that he had gone back to sleep. He changed into his pajamas, and lay down in his own four-poster. Harry knew that he was not always fortunate being Harry Potter and everything, but right then, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Chapter 13: The Luckiest Guy in the World
The remainder of the Holidays passed by in a rush and too soon Harry found himself back in classes. The rest of the school was back in Hogwarts and once again life turned extremely busy. Quidditch practices had started again, and Angelina was working the team harder than ever to prepare for their upcoming match against Slytherin.
It seemed that their teachers also wanted to see them sweat as they were piling on the homework more than ever. As Professor McGonagall frequently reminded them, O.W.L.S were to be taken in six months. Though this sounded like quite a long time to Harry, their Professors seemed to regard this as a short period of time. Hermione took this approach too. She was already drawing up a study schedule for herself and insisted that Harry and Ron do the same. When they had shown no initiative, she had taken it upon herself to do it for them.
Harry felt like he no longer had time to worry about Voldemort and whatever scheme he was hatching next, but he felt like he carried the concern anyway. It was always there, as if he were carrying a 20-lb weight around with him.
The only good thing Harry could see about the end of the holidays, was the return of Ginny. He felt like spending time with her made all of his apprehension vanish. She made him laugh, and for that he was grateful. He was worried that Ginny would become a target of Voldemort as well, but Ginny had pointed out that she already was. Her mother fought against the Dark Side, and that was enough reason for Voldemort. Harry was glad she still wanted to spend time with him. Without her company, he didn't know what he would do.
A week after the holidays had ended, Harry and Ginny sat playing a game of chess. Harry checked his new watch and was surprised to see that it was past one o' clock in the morning. Ron and Hermione had gone to bed a while ago, and the common room was now empty except for the two of them. The fire was lit dimly, raining them in light, though the rest of the room remained quite dark. Harry was winning, and he could feel a small excitement in him at that fact that he might actually win a game of chess. He stared across at Ginny, waiting for her to make a move. He liked to watch her when they played. Her hair hung in a loose ponytail, a few strands dangling in front of her face. Her lips were pursed in an expression of concentration, and her eyebrows were scrunched making her look rather...well...cute. She looked up to see Harry staring at her intently, and immediately Harry felt stupid.
He looked down at the chessboard, cheeks turning red. He hadn't imagined that a person could feel this embarrassed, but he was. She had caught him studying her, and it brought back some awkward memories from earlier quidditch practices.
She moved one of her pieces, but Harry didn't really feel like concentrating anymore. He just wanted to go up to bed and forget about his embarrassment. He carelessly moved his castle; not even seeing that he put it right in the path of her queen. She smiled up at him, realizing his obvious mistake as she took the castle. He sighed and chocked this game up to another loss. Soon the game had ended, Ginny being victorious. "I knew I could beat you." She said playfully. They both stood up, though neither made a move towards the staircases.
He smiled at her, and wondered if she knew how she drove him crazy. How her smile made him go nuts, how the slightest comment could throw off all of his concentration, how her sense of humor made him laugh, how just spending time with her could brighten up his day. Right then and there, he couldn't help but stare at her and this time he didn't feel very embarrassed at all.
"What is it?" She asked him, grinning. "Do I have something on my face?" Ginny laughed and looked at him curiously, clearly waiting for him to tell her what was so fascinating.
He was silent for a few moments before he found the courage to speak. He wanted to tell her how he felt. "You're a great person, you know that?" His breath caught in his throat as he realized how stupid the words sounded. She didn't seem to mind though. She was smiling at least. Harry felt braver by her encouraging smile. He reached out to tuck one of the stray strands of hair behind her ear, but stopped halfway there. What if she didn't really like him? What if she just wanted a friend in him? She had asked him to the Halloween Ball, but that didn't really mean anything.maybe she had just wanted to go as friends.
Ginny grabbed his hand that had been on its way to her hair and pulled him a little closer. At that moment Harry stopped thinking and started focusing on the person in front of him. He liked her, maybe even loved her, though he wasn't sure of that yet.
Then, without considering the repercussions of his actions, without thinking about Ginny's response, without feeling embarrassed he leaned in and kissed her gently. He was amazed to feel her lips moving against his. He was kissing Ginny, and it was the greatest thing in the world. She ran her fingertips up and down his arm as they kissed, sending shivers throughout his body. He played with her long ginger hair, amazed at its softness. They continued to kiss, and Harry was amazed at all the sensations he was feeling.
Suddenly a voice interrupted them. "Ew!" Harry broke apart from Ginny quickly looking up at the boys' staircase to see whom it was. Ron. Harry groaned in his mind, thinking about Ron's probable reaction. "What are you doing with my sister, Harry?" He shouted, obviously feeling disgusted.
Harry felt his face burn. It was bad enough that they had been caught, but by Ron was probably the worst-case scenario. Well, maybe Fred and George would be worse.
"Well?" Ron's voice again broke through his thoughts.
Harry's embarrassment was fading, and he was surprised to find himself becoming angry. "What did it look like we were doing?" He asked sarcastically.
Ron seemed a little shocked at first, but it soon wore off as he glared at the pair of them. "Snogging!" He yelled. Harry sincerely hoped that Ron had not woken everyone in Gryffindor tower.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but shut it when he heard Ginny's voice. "You know what, Ron? I'm sick of you! What's your problem? Is there something wrong with Harry and I liking each other? You're not my parent, Ron, nor Harry's! You can't tell us what to do!" She fumed. Harry was almost expecting to see steam rising from her fiery red hair.
"Well Sorry! It's a little awkward for me!" At this Harry felt indignation. And Ron didn't think it was awkward for him that he and Hermione were dating?
He voiced this opinion out loud. "It's a little awkward for me." He said quietly. "You and Hermione being together. I feel left out sometimes and maybe even a little jealous." He grinned wryly. "But for the most part I try not to let it bother me."
Ron studied him for a minute, and then turned his gaze on his sister before speaking. "Yeah.well I guess you're right. Sorry. I guess I just freaked out seeing you two.well.you know." He smirked and Harry was relieved. "Just try to refrain from public displays of affection from now on, okay?"
Harry laughed, and punched Ron in the shoulder. "You should talk! I think I almost vomited when you and Hermione." Here he changed his voice up to a higher pitch. ".were under the mistletoe." Harry batted his eyelashes for effect. Ron snickered and shoved Harry in a brotherly fashion. With that Ron walked back upstairs, sneaking a few glances at them as he made his way towards the dormitories. When Harry heard his footsteps grow quieter and the faint sound of a door shutting he turned back to Ginny.
"Well I guess we better get to bed." He whispered.
Ginny smiled at him. "Yeah." Neither of them made a move to go towards their respective staircase.
Harry closed his eyes for a second, suddenly feeling sleepy. He opened them once again to see Ginny leaning toward him. She kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Harry." She said.
"Goodnight." He replied. He watched her walk up to the girls' dormitories, looking back at him before she walked down the hallway leading to her room.
Harry sighed. He went up to his own dorms. Ron had his curtains shut and Harry suspected that he had gone back to sleep. He changed into his pajamas, and lay down in his own four-poster. Harry knew that he was not always fortunate being Harry Potter and everything, but right then, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
Well, Whaddya think? Was it good? Did it suck? Please review! Check out my other stories!