A/N: I know, I know, Draco had absolutely NO reason to push 'em in there,
but it sounded like a good idea at the time. Thank you so much to
DragonsGal, my first reviewer! Also, thanks to everyone else who has
reviewed my story. You're what keeps me going! Sorry, but I have stayed
strong in my decision to keep this short. This is most likely the last
chapter. I know, I know. There was no disclaimer in the last chapter, but
here it is!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, and, I'm sad to say, it never will.
Can't that just go without saying?
Chapter 2
Harry and Ginny both stood up (or tried to) groggily seconds after they were thrown in together. They had knocked heads together pretty badly. Harry got up rubbing his head, while Ginny just sat on the ground, holding the side of her head.
"You okay?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Yes. I think so", Ginny answered a few seconds later.
"Here, let me see", Harry asked her softly. Ginny got up and Harry held his hand under her chin while examining the side of her scalp.
"It should be fine, it's just bruised", Harry told her, still using the same tone.
"Thanks, Harry", Ginny answered gently, blushing.
"Um, sure", Harry mumbled, also blushing.
"So. looks like we're going to be in here for a while.", Ginny started.
"Erm, yeah. I tried Alohamora and some other charms, but the door won't open", Harry replied.
"Oh." Ginny stated simply.
More silence.
"What are we going to do?" Ginny inquired, breaking the silence.
"I'm not sure. We could be stuck in here till tomorrow, probably, because no one knows we're here." Harry told her.
"Ummm. I'm out of ideas." Ginny said helplessly.
"Why don't we just talk, then?" Harry asked her.
"Alright." Ginny answered quietly. They both sat down, and talked peacefully for a while.
Ginny then decided to take her chances. She decided to ask Harry if he wanted to play a game of Truth. "Harry?" Ginny asked as he finished talking. He looked up at her in answer.
"Do you want to play a game?" Ginny asked cautiously.
"Sure, erm, I guess." He said, unnerved by her tone.
"Well, we could play Truth. All you do is ask eachother questions, but you have to answer honestly. To each question." Ginny stated the rules of the game.
"Alright, that sounds fine." Harry answered.
"Mind if I start?" Ginny asked.
"Sure, go ahead", Harry answered, wondering what she had in mind.
"What do you think of Hermione and Ron's relationship?" Ginny asked.
"Oh. Well. I was a bit uncomfortable with it at first. See, it took me a while to get used to the fact that my two other best friends were together romantically. I used to feel like a third wheel. The funny thing was though, I kept bugging Ron to tell her, because it was a bit obvious they felt that way. But now, I guess I'm used to it, and I'm all right with it." Harry answered sincerely. Ginny simply nodded in understanding.
"Did you send me that valentine in 2nd year?" Harry asked.
"No", Ginny answered "I think it was Fred and George, maybe Malfoy." Ginny said, blushing a deep red.
" Have you ever done anything illegal?" Ginny asked, looking at Harry.
"No," he laughed," I've broken countless school rules, and you know that. But I've never done anything illegal."
"Did you like Neville when you went to the Yule Ball with him?"
"No." Ginny answered. "Neville's very sweet and all, but.I figured that I wouldn't be able to go anyways, but then you were going to ask me.." She trailed off, and Harry blushed lightly and cleared his throat.
"Speaking of the Yule Ball, are you and Parvati friends again?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Yeah." He said, chuckling lightly. "She forgave me." Ginny smiled in response.
"My turn." Harry exclaimed.
"Is it strange for Hermione to talk to you about her and Ron?" Harry asked. "Um. yeah, kinda. Only if she gives details." At this, both Ginny and Harry made a face. "But otherwise, I've gotten used to it. I just try and pretend he's not my brother when she does that, and I'm okay with it." Ginny answered slowly. Now it was Harry's turn.
"Who do you like?" Harry asked quickly, daring to look in her eyes.
"You", Ginny answered simply, yet sincerely. But Harry couldn't keep from blushing, his heart was soaring, but he knew what was coming next.
"Do you like me?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Yes." Harry answered, again looking into her eyes, now seeing that they were full of love and adoration. They both leaned in at the same moment, and their lips touched, sending an electric jolt through each of them. Though both shocked (a /n:haha no pun intended), they didn't dare break the kiss. It was tender, gentle, and both felt love radiated through eachother, and found comfort in the other's soft touch, warmth pouring into each of their souls. When they finally broke the kiss, contented, Ginny lay in Harry's arms, and they talked until they both fell asleep, forgetting momentarily that they were STILL locked in broom closet.
The next morning, they woke up, rumpled from sleep, and woke up feeling groggy. They both stretched (as much as they could while in a broom closet), and said their good mornings.
It was at that inopportune moment (mid-kiss) that Harry's stomach rumbled, reminding them of their present situation.
Harry pulled back reluctantly, embarrassed. He blushed red while Ginny laughed ruefully, patting her own empty stomach.
"How are we going to get out of her?" Harry then asked, still somewhat embarrassed.
"Why don't we wait until we hear a teacher or someone, and then-" Ginny was cut off abruptly as there was suddenly laughter and chatter heard outside of the door.
"Let's try to get their attention", Harry suggested.
Ginny nodded, and pounded on the door frantically while yelling at someone to let them out. There was a call outside the door; someone had heard them. There was a knocking on the door.
Ginny yelled "Get us out!"
Whoever it was rushed off, (they heard footsteps) hopefully to get a teacher. Not five minutes later, they heard the doorknob rattling as someone tried to get in, but then a muttered charm, as the door burst open. A very worried looking McGonagall stood outside.
"What's going on here?" she asked, flustered.
"Ginny and I got, erm, locked in a broom closet." Harry answered for both of them.
McGonagall sent him a withering look, and stated, "I can see that."
"But by whom?" Professor McGonagall inquired.
Ginny and Harry both looked at eachother, and Harry answered, "I'm not sure."
"Well, as long as you're both safe." she answered, eyeing them both suspiciously. Both nodded their heads quickly and walked off, holding hands.
Harry decided he'd have to thank Malfoy later for getting them together.
The End
AN: My first fiction has come to an end! I hope everyone liked it! Hopefully, my next fiction will be longer; we'll just have to find out! : D Also, thanks to all who have reviewed!
Chapter 2
Harry and Ginny both stood up (or tried to) groggily seconds after they were thrown in together. They had knocked heads together pretty badly. Harry got up rubbing his head, while Ginny just sat on the ground, holding the side of her head.
"You okay?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Yes. I think so", Ginny answered a few seconds later.
"Here, let me see", Harry asked her softly. Ginny got up and Harry held his hand under her chin while examining the side of her scalp.
"It should be fine, it's just bruised", Harry told her, still using the same tone.
"Thanks, Harry", Ginny answered gently, blushing.
"Um, sure", Harry mumbled, also blushing.
"So. looks like we're going to be in here for a while.", Ginny started.
"Erm, yeah. I tried Alohamora and some other charms, but the door won't open", Harry replied.
"Oh." Ginny stated simply.
More silence.
"What are we going to do?" Ginny inquired, breaking the silence.
"I'm not sure. We could be stuck in here till tomorrow, probably, because no one knows we're here." Harry told her.
"Ummm. I'm out of ideas." Ginny said helplessly.
"Why don't we just talk, then?" Harry asked her.
"Alright." Ginny answered quietly. They both sat down, and talked peacefully for a while.
Ginny then decided to take her chances. She decided to ask Harry if he wanted to play a game of Truth. "Harry?" Ginny asked as he finished talking. He looked up at her in answer.
"Do you want to play a game?" Ginny asked cautiously.
"Sure, erm, I guess." He said, unnerved by her tone.
"Well, we could play Truth. All you do is ask eachother questions, but you have to answer honestly. To each question." Ginny stated the rules of the game.
"Alright, that sounds fine." Harry answered.
"Mind if I start?" Ginny asked.
"Sure, go ahead", Harry answered, wondering what she had in mind.
"What do you think of Hermione and Ron's relationship?" Ginny asked.
"Oh. Well. I was a bit uncomfortable with it at first. See, it took me a while to get used to the fact that my two other best friends were together romantically. I used to feel like a third wheel. The funny thing was though, I kept bugging Ron to tell her, because it was a bit obvious they felt that way. But now, I guess I'm used to it, and I'm all right with it." Harry answered sincerely. Ginny simply nodded in understanding.
"Did you send me that valentine in 2nd year?" Harry asked.
"No", Ginny answered "I think it was Fred and George, maybe Malfoy." Ginny said, blushing a deep red.
" Have you ever done anything illegal?" Ginny asked, looking at Harry.
"No," he laughed," I've broken countless school rules, and you know that. But I've never done anything illegal."
"Did you like Neville when you went to the Yule Ball with him?"
"No." Ginny answered. "Neville's very sweet and all, but.I figured that I wouldn't be able to go anyways, but then you were going to ask me.." She trailed off, and Harry blushed lightly and cleared his throat.
"Speaking of the Yule Ball, are you and Parvati friends again?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Yeah." He said, chuckling lightly. "She forgave me." Ginny smiled in response.
"My turn." Harry exclaimed.
"Is it strange for Hermione to talk to you about her and Ron?" Harry asked. "Um. yeah, kinda. Only if she gives details." At this, both Ginny and Harry made a face. "But otherwise, I've gotten used to it. I just try and pretend he's not my brother when she does that, and I'm okay with it." Ginny answered slowly. Now it was Harry's turn.
"Who do you like?" Harry asked quickly, daring to look in her eyes.
"You", Ginny answered simply, yet sincerely. But Harry couldn't keep from blushing, his heart was soaring, but he knew what was coming next.
"Do you like me?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Yes." Harry answered, again looking into her eyes, now seeing that they were full of love and adoration. They both leaned in at the same moment, and their lips touched, sending an electric jolt through each of them. Though both shocked (a /n:haha no pun intended), they didn't dare break the kiss. It was tender, gentle, and both felt love radiated through eachother, and found comfort in the other's soft touch, warmth pouring into each of their souls. When they finally broke the kiss, contented, Ginny lay in Harry's arms, and they talked until they both fell asleep, forgetting momentarily that they were STILL locked in broom closet.
The next morning, they woke up, rumpled from sleep, and woke up feeling groggy. They both stretched (as much as they could while in a broom closet), and said their good mornings.
It was at that inopportune moment (mid-kiss) that Harry's stomach rumbled, reminding them of their present situation.
Harry pulled back reluctantly, embarrassed. He blushed red while Ginny laughed ruefully, patting her own empty stomach.
"How are we going to get out of her?" Harry then asked, still somewhat embarrassed.
"Why don't we wait until we hear a teacher or someone, and then-" Ginny was cut off abruptly as there was suddenly laughter and chatter heard outside of the door.
"Let's try to get their attention", Harry suggested.
Ginny nodded, and pounded on the door frantically while yelling at someone to let them out. There was a call outside the door; someone had heard them. There was a knocking on the door.
Ginny yelled "Get us out!"
Whoever it was rushed off, (they heard footsteps) hopefully to get a teacher. Not five minutes later, they heard the doorknob rattling as someone tried to get in, but then a muttered charm, as the door burst open. A very worried looking McGonagall stood outside.
"What's going on here?" she asked, flustered.
"Ginny and I got, erm, locked in a broom closet." Harry answered for both of them.
McGonagall sent him a withering look, and stated, "I can see that."
"But by whom?" Professor McGonagall inquired.
Ginny and Harry both looked at eachother, and Harry answered, "I'm not sure."
"Well, as long as you're both safe." she answered, eyeing them both suspiciously. Both nodded their heads quickly and walked off, holding hands.
Harry decided he'd have to thank Malfoy later for getting them together.
The End
AN: My first fiction has come to an end! I hope everyone liked it! Hopefully, my next fiction will be longer; we'll just have to find out! : D Also, thanks to all who have reviewed!