Remembering Harry's Problem
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He opened his eyes only a little and there were people cheering. His head hurt really, bad. At first he didn't remember what had happened. Then he remembered passing out. He only thought he had hit his head on the ground.
He opened his eyes wider and saw eight people around him. There were six people with flaming red hair. This meant that Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were there. Harry sat up and put his glasses on. He looked around and saw, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Colin. Now Harry knew why he had passed out.
"Oh Harry! Bless you! You're awake!" cried Mrs. Weasley. She embraced him in a motherly hug.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"You got to the top of the stairs and then. kind of passed out. You fell backwards and fell down the stairs," Ginny spoke up.
"We've been so worried about you. You haven't even moved for a week now. It's Thursday. You passed out last Wednesday," Hermione said sadly.
"What?! I've been laying here for a week?" asked Harry.
"Yes," Ron put in. "We've been worried sick. We thought you were." Ron trailed off. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
"The question is. why did you pass out?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Harry thought. Did Mr. and Mrs. Weasley know about Ginny being Harry's desire? He didn't want to lie to the Weasleys. He also didn't want to tell the truth.
"Well, I. uhh. I don't remember actually," lied Harry.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all looked at one another. They knew Harry was lying. They didn't know the real truth but they knew he wasn't telling it. Harry was going to get out of bed when Mrs. Weasley pushed him back down. He landed with a THUMP on the bed and the sweets and cards around his bed jumped.
"Harry, dear, you need your rest," Mrs. Weasley said.
Harry looked up at Mrs. Weasley. He knew she was trying to be caring, but Harry really wanted to get up and talk to Hermione and Ron alone. Without the Weasley's standing around. And without Ginny.
He never told Ginny that she was his desire. He laid back down in bed. He wasn't tired. But he was tired of thinking. Tired of being around girls. He didn't mean Hermione. All they did was break guy's hearts. Harry thought he'd had enough girls to last him the rest of his life. He stayed in bed the rest of the night.
That night Harry had a dream of being with Ginny. What it would be like. He could imagine the smell of Ginny's hair. Her big, brown, warm eyes staring straight into his. How she would hold Harry. How Harry would hold her. All of these thoughts flying through his head he fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to the smell of apples. He opened his eyes and saw red hair. It was Ginny. He reached for his glasses and put them on. He sat up slowly and look at Ginny. She was asleep on the chair next to the bed. In her hand was a slip of paper.
Harry looked at it and decided he would not touch it. Harry put his hand on Ginny's. She stirred then fell quiet again. Harry loved the feeling of her soft, pale skin. She was so pretty when she was asleep. The sun was coming up. It shone across her face. Her eyelids fluttered as the sun creeped into them. When her eyes were in the sun they came out as a lighter brown than usual.
She sat up. She stuffed the piece of parchment into her robe pocket. She looked at Harry and smiled. Harry smiled back and for once she didn't blush. For once she felt comfortable around Harry. Harry noticed that she had relaxed and so he did too. They talked about everything. From childhood memories(a thing Harry didn't mention a lot), to Quidditch.
They talked for hours. Until Madame Pomfrey let Harry go. Ginny and Harry walked back up to the Common Room hand-in-hand. But when they gave the Fat Lady the password they let go of each other's hands. But before letting go of Harry's hand, Ginny stuffed the piece of parchment into Harry's hand. Harry stuffed it into his own pocket.
They walked into the crowded Common Room. Everyone was talking so loudly that they didn't even notice Harry and Ginny. What was everyone talking about? Harry went over to the message board. There was a piece of paper saying that there would be a dance.
Everyone was talking about who they were going to take to the dance. Harry had no one to go with. He thought about asking Ginny, but then remembered Colin.
Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He opened his eyes only a little and there were people cheering. His head hurt really, bad. At first he didn't remember what had happened. Then he remembered passing out. He only thought he had hit his head on the ground.
He opened his eyes wider and saw eight people around him. There were six people with flaming red hair. This meant that Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were there. Harry sat up and put his glasses on. He looked around and saw, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Colin. Now Harry knew why he had passed out.
"Oh Harry! Bless you! You're awake!" cried Mrs. Weasley. She embraced him in a motherly hug.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"You got to the top of the stairs and then. kind of passed out. You fell backwards and fell down the stairs," Ginny spoke up.
"We've been so worried about you. You haven't even moved for a week now. It's Thursday. You passed out last Wednesday," Hermione said sadly.
"What?! I've been laying here for a week?" asked Harry.
"Yes," Ron put in. "We've been worried sick. We thought you were." Ron trailed off. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
"The question is. why did you pass out?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Harry thought. Did Mr. and Mrs. Weasley know about Ginny being Harry's desire? He didn't want to lie to the Weasleys. He also didn't want to tell the truth.
"Well, I. uhh. I don't remember actually," lied Harry.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all looked at one another. They knew Harry was lying. They didn't know the real truth but they knew he wasn't telling it. Harry was going to get out of bed when Mrs. Weasley pushed him back down. He landed with a THUMP on the bed and the sweets and cards around his bed jumped.
"Harry, dear, you need your rest," Mrs. Weasley said.
Harry looked up at Mrs. Weasley. He knew she was trying to be caring, but Harry really wanted to get up and talk to Hermione and Ron alone. Without the Weasley's standing around. And without Ginny.
He never told Ginny that she was his desire. He laid back down in bed. He wasn't tired. But he was tired of thinking. Tired of being around girls. He didn't mean Hermione. All they did was break guy's hearts. Harry thought he'd had enough girls to last him the rest of his life. He stayed in bed the rest of the night.
That night Harry had a dream of being with Ginny. What it would be like. He could imagine the smell of Ginny's hair. Her big, brown, warm eyes staring straight into his. How she would hold Harry. How Harry would hold her. All of these thoughts flying through his head he fell asleep.
He awoke the next morning to the smell of apples. He opened his eyes and saw red hair. It was Ginny. He reached for his glasses and put them on. He sat up slowly and look at Ginny. She was asleep on the chair next to the bed. In her hand was a slip of paper.
Harry looked at it and decided he would not touch it. Harry put his hand on Ginny's. She stirred then fell quiet again. Harry loved the feeling of her soft, pale skin. She was so pretty when she was asleep. The sun was coming up. It shone across her face. Her eyelids fluttered as the sun creeped into them. When her eyes were in the sun they came out as a lighter brown than usual.
She sat up. She stuffed the piece of parchment into her robe pocket. She looked at Harry and smiled. Harry smiled back and for once she didn't blush. For once she felt comfortable around Harry. Harry noticed that she had relaxed and so he did too. They talked about everything. From childhood memories(a thing Harry didn't mention a lot), to Quidditch.
They talked for hours. Until Madame Pomfrey let Harry go. Ginny and Harry walked back up to the Common Room hand-in-hand. But when they gave the Fat Lady the password they let go of each other's hands. But before letting go of Harry's hand, Ginny stuffed the piece of parchment into Harry's hand. Harry stuffed it into his own pocket.
They walked into the crowded Common Room. Everyone was talking so loudly that they didn't even notice Harry and Ginny. What was everyone talking about? Harry went over to the message board. There was a piece of paper saying that there would be a dance.
Everyone was talking about who they were going to take to the dance. Harry had no one to go with. He thought about asking Ginny, but then remembered Colin.