A Little Too Desperate.
Disclaimer: I wish it was mine. even just for Christmas.then I could keep all the boys-I mean--stuff that I want! You know.uh.the brooms? ^_^;;
Summary: What would happen when the young Ginny Weasley was still in love with The Boy Who Lived? And what would happen if that boy were eyeing a young dragon? Then what would happen if that fiery redhead would do anything to get her crush? Even if that body wasn't hers? This isn't your normal story. And this ain't your normal love triangle either. G/H/D WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SOME SLASH. (Takes place in Harry's seventh year)
Author's Note: ::hands out Draco and Harry plushies:: I'm sorry! This would've come sooner, but my computer got messed up. And I had a stupid splinter on my hand that hurt a lot. ;; I'm planning to edit the chapters soon. Thank you for reviewing! It makes the author want to write better stuff for the readers. ^_^
shola: Thank you so much! I know how to italicize now! Hehe.
Ren: Hallo, Ren! You don't have to write me one. Like Harry that way, dontcha? How's Wes by the way? I'll e-mail you later then!
Lady Vivian: ::feels special::
Chickamoo: Thank you for the reviews! I think you'll be impatient in the whole story. Hehe. It won't be done in a while. Can you still wait?
Dazma: yay! Long review! Plot bunnies attacking you still? Oooo.. Nice ideas you got there.very interesting. My story's refreshing? Wouldn't you rather have a nice ice tea or something?
::whistles:: No flamers! Can't thank you enough! I've seen flames and jeez. some people are just harsh. Criticism is good though. I can handle that. There was a bit of D/G, and a tad H/D.now for the H/G! And I think this chapter's a little longer than the others. Enjoy!
What have we done
We're in a war that can't be won
This can't be real
I don't know what to feel
--Still Waiting by Sum 41
Chapter 5 Acting Strangely
Draco Malfoy was quickly rushing off with his green and silver Quidditch robes fluttering behind him.
That was awkward. . .
Ginny shook her head, but she spotted Malfoy's books still on the table.
"Wait, Malfoy your--!"
Grabbing his books, she turned around, but it was plain to see that he wasn't turning back.
"-things. . ."
She rolled her eyes.
Boys. Always acting so strange. And they always complain about girls. Hmph.
It'll be an excuse to look for him then, she noted to herself, staring after the silver blonde grouch.
Ironically, while Malfoy was leaving, Harry Potter was entering. Her brown eyes grew with interest, and Ginny looked on intently as the two boys exchanged a few words and glares.
"Looking for your girlfriend, Potter?" Ginny heard Draco drawl. She flushed as he smirked and gave a head jerk her way.
Confusion spread on Harry's face (that made him look absolutely adorable to many females) and he glanced at her. Then his eyes narrowed angrily. "Leave Ginny out of this"--Ginny glowed a deeper red--"and fuck off."
The pale boy merely chuckled, "Well, well, well. . . . It's Potty Mouth Potter defending his little girlfriend," he began sauntering to the exit and said over his shoulder, "You don't want everyone to know that the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' isn't setting an example for the school. Really now, Potter. You should know better."
Harry scowled, "Shove off, ferret boy."
Maybe he was finally forgetting about Malfoy, she thought excitedly.
She felt her heart skip a beat as Harry came toward her.
Harry's countenance immediately changed to cheerful as he sat down laying his book bag on her table.
"Hello. Mind if I join you?"
It felt like she had swallowed a pint of butterbeer in one gulp.
"Of course you can, Harry."
Did his smile just grow?
A far-away look appeared on his face as he stared over her shoulder.
Ginny turned and saw the Malfoy finally depart. All the warmth straight away left her.
He was just staring at Draco. . .again.
As she turned back again, she found that Harry had hastily recovered and began to pull things out of his bag.
This boy in front of her was so kind, considerate, and always thinking of others. This was the one who had saved her and captured her heart.
Ginny gazed at his form as he labored and her things soon became forgotten. He had a Seeker's body. Although still slender, (with the help of the Dursleys) he had developed a build over the years and Quidditch had helped him as well. His head was bent studying his work; long, thin fingers held his quill firmly, quickly moving back and forth on the parchment. He wore a scarlet jumper and tan corduroys under his Hogwarts robes. His black hair was sticking out as normal, which she thought, defined his pale face. Black framed glasses were gradually falling off the bridge of his nose, but Harry seemed to think nothing of it.
You're beautiful, Harry, she wanted to say, but knew better and said nothing.
Brilliant green eyes held concentration, but then suddenly flitted to her.
"You alright there, Gin?" he said in a soft, deep voice.
Ginny nodded, "I'm fine. Just taking a break."
"I see," he pushed his glasses up. He dropped his quill and shut his book. "Ha! All finished!" he exclaimed proudly, clearly merry that he was.
He's not being his distant self, she observed.
Harry stretched his arms and gave out a big yawn. Then, much like Malfoy did earlier, he leaned back in his chair and examined her, and seemed fully aware that she was watching him do so.
The young redhead became redder and redder as his eyes bore into her.
Breaking the silence, she coughed. "Um. . . What are you doing, Harry?" she said, after a few moments.
Harry simply sighed and shook his head. He ran his fingers through his jet- black hair, which she noticed that he did a lot when he was nervous. The seventh year smiled a lopsided grin that made her stomach do turn over, "You grew up a lot, Ginny."
Ginny swore that everyone in the library could see and hear her heart pounding and steam rising from her ears.
Say something idiot. . .
"P--people grow up and change sometimes," she finally stammered. The youngest Weasley paused, staring at her hands, "For better or for worst," she whispered mostly to herself, unaware that Harry heard every word she said.
After another uncomfortable pause, she hurriedly gathered up her things and stood up. "Well, see you in the common room."
Suddenly, he seized her hand. She raised her eyebrows at him at his boldness.
"I'll go with you."
Ginny was speechless.
Was this the Harry Potter she knew?
She shook her head to shake off all her questions and asked, "You don't have to. Why are you doing this?"
Both of his hands took hers and said in a heartbreaking tone, "Why? You don't like me, Gin?" His eyes were full of mock hurt.
What was wrong with him today?
For the sixtieth time that day (to her at least) she blushed and looked down. He just had that affect on her.
"Harry, after--you know I don't," she said quietly to his shoes.
Startling her once more, he cupped her chin with one hand. Again, they were silent. Her face felt the heat of his gaze on her flesh. He leaned forward and said huskily in her ear,
"A pretty girl like this needs special treatment."
Unwillingly, she shuddered at the sound of his voice in her ears and the closeness.
His other hand still holding one of hers, he pulled back to look at her fondly. "It's my last year at Hogwarts. It's a shame--we've never. . . never talked all this time," a light blush tinted his cheeks as he stared at the ground as she did, "And I don't even have to be afraid to make friends anymore because he's. . . ever since I. . ."--Harry shook his head- "I reckon it's now or never, Gin," he made eye contact with her. "And I'm not doing this out of pity either. I just-just wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that all my life all I can say is hello to my best friend's sister. I need to get to know you more while there's still time. I want to be close to you, Ginny Weasley. You'll let me do that, won't you?"
She was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. Ginny felt like her heart was in her throat and was afraid to speak, but managed to say one word:
"Sure."
AN: Aww.fluffy stuff. Sorta. Not really. Heh. I can never write fluff anyway. I leave that to the pros. ^_~ Hope you liked it even though I don't like it. ::sigh:: I'll try to write chapter that I at least like. I know. It's kinda weird that Harry was depressed and now he's all. strange. Heh. Did he move on from ol' Draco? Or is he a really good actor? ((hehe.more questions to annoy you.)) Forgot to add, I'm leaving the country and will be back (hopefully) inspired and with many, many chapters for all my stories. With any luck, there will be computers with internet so I could maybe update there. Please review! At least you get this chapter, right? ::everyone looks at her funny:: Right? ::smiles weakly at all the death glares:: eh.^_^;;; ::runs:: Merry Christmas!
Disclaimer: I wish it was mine. even just for Christmas.then I could keep all the boys-I mean--stuff that I want! You know.uh.the brooms? ^_^;;
Summary: What would happen when the young Ginny Weasley was still in love with The Boy Who Lived? And what would happen if that boy were eyeing a young dragon? Then what would happen if that fiery redhead would do anything to get her crush? Even if that body wasn't hers? This isn't your normal story. And this ain't your normal love triangle either. G/H/D WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SOME SLASH. (Takes place in Harry's seventh year)
Author's Note: ::hands out Draco and Harry plushies:: I'm sorry! This would've come sooner, but my computer got messed up. And I had a stupid splinter on my hand that hurt a lot. ;; I'm planning to edit the chapters soon. Thank you for reviewing! It makes the author want to write better stuff for the readers. ^_^
shola: Thank you so much! I know how to italicize now! Hehe.
Ren: Hallo, Ren! You don't have to write me one. Like Harry that way, dontcha? How's Wes by the way? I'll e-mail you later then!
Lady Vivian: ::feels special::
Chickamoo: Thank you for the reviews! I think you'll be impatient in the whole story. Hehe. It won't be done in a while. Can you still wait?
Dazma: yay! Long review! Plot bunnies attacking you still? Oooo.. Nice ideas you got there.very interesting. My story's refreshing? Wouldn't you rather have a nice ice tea or something?
::whistles:: No flamers! Can't thank you enough! I've seen flames and jeez. some people are just harsh. Criticism is good though. I can handle that. There was a bit of D/G, and a tad H/D.now for the H/G! And I think this chapter's a little longer than the others. Enjoy!
What have we done
We're in a war that can't be won
This can't be real
I don't know what to feel
--Still Waiting by Sum 41
Chapter 5 Acting Strangely
Draco Malfoy was quickly rushing off with his green and silver Quidditch robes fluttering behind him.
That was awkward. . .
Ginny shook her head, but she spotted Malfoy's books still on the table.
"Wait, Malfoy your--!"
Grabbing his books, she turned around, but it was plain to see that he wasn't turning back.
"-things. . ."
She rolled her eyes.
Boys. Always acting so strange. And they always complain about girls. Hmph.
It'll be an excuse to look for him then, she noted to herself, staring after the silver blonde grouch.
Ironically, while Malfoy was leaving, Harry Potter was entering. Her brown eyes grew with interest, and Ginny looked on intently as the two boys exchanged a few words and glares.
"Looking for your girlfriend, Potter?" Ginny heard Draco drawl. She flushed as he smirked and gave a head jerk her way.
Confusion spread on Harry's face (that made him look absolutely adorable to many females) and he glanced at her. Then his eyes narrowed angrily. "Leave Ginny out of this"--Ginny glowed a deeper red--"and fuck off."
The pale boy merely chuckled, "Well, well, well. . . . It's Potty Mouth Potter defending his little girlfriend," he began sauntering to the exit and said over his shoulder, "You don't want everyone to know that the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' isn't setting an example for the school. Really now, Potter. You should know better."
Harry scowled, "Shove off, ferret boy."
Maybe he was finally forgetting about Malfoy, she thought excitedly.
She felt her heart skip a beat as Harry came toward her.
Harry's countenance immediately changed to cheerful as he sat down laying his book bag on her table.
"Hello. Mind if I join you?"
It felt like she had swallowed a pint of butterbeer in one gulp.
"Of course you can, Harry."
Did his smile just grow?
A far-away look appeared on his face as he stared over her shoulder.
Ginny turned and saw the Malfoy finally depart. All the warmth straight away left her.
He was just staring at Draco. . .again.
As she turned back again, she found that Harry had hastily recovered and began to pull things out of his bag.
This boy in front of her was so kind, considerate, and always thinking of others. This was the one who had saved her and captured her heart.
Ginny gazed at his form as he labored and her things soon became forgotten. He had a Seeker's body. Although still slender, (with the help of the Dursleys) he had developed a build over the years and Quidditch had helped him as well. His head was bent studying his work; long, thin fingers held his quill firmly, quickly moving back and forth on the parchment. He wore a scarlet jumper and tan corduroys under his Hogwarts robes. His black hair was sticking out as normal, which she thought, defined his pale face. Black framed glasses were gradually falling off the bridge of his nose, but Harry seemed to think nothing of it.
You're beautiful, Harry, she wanted to say, but knew better and said nothing.
Brilliant green eyes held concentration, but then suddenly flitted to her.
"You alright there, Gin?" he said in a soft, deep voice.
Ginny nodded, "I'm fine. Just taking a break."
"I see," he pushed his glasses up. He dropped his quill and shut his book. "Ha! All finished!" he exclaimed proudly, clearly merry that he was.
He's not being his distant self, she observed.
Harry stretched his arms and gave out a big yawn. Then, much like Malfoy did earlier, he leaned back in his chair and examined her, and seemed fully aware that she was watching him do so.
The young redhead became redder and redder as his eyes bore into her.
Breaking the silence, she coughed. "Um. . . What are you doing, Harry?" she said, after a few moments.
Harry simply sighed and shook his head. He ran his fingers through his jet- black hair, which she noticed that he did a lot when he was nervous. The seventh year smiled a lopsided grin that made her stomach do turn over, "You grew up a lot, Ginny."
Ginny swore that everyone in the library could see and hear her heart pounding and steam rising from her ears.
Say something idiot. . .
"P--people grow up and change sometimes," she finally stammered. The youngest Weasley paused, staring at her hands, "For better or for worst," she whispered mostly to herself, unaware that Harry heard every word she said.
After another uncomfortable pause, she hurriedly gathered up her things and stood up. "Well, see you in the common room."
Suddenly, he seized her hand. She raised her eyebrows at him at his boldness.
"I'll go with you."
Ginny was speechless.
Was this the Harry Potter she knew?
She shook her head to shake off all her questions and asked, "You don't have to. Why are you doing this?"
Both of his hands took hers and said in a heartbreaking tone, "Why? You don't like me, Gin?" His eyes were full of mock hurt.
What was wrong with him today?
For the sixtieth time that day (to her at least) she blushed and looked down. He just had that affect on her.
"Harry, after--you know I don't," she said quietly to his shoes.
Startling her once more, he cupped her chin with one hand. Again, they were silent. Her face felt the heat of his gaze on her flesh. He leaned forward and said huskily in her ear,
"A pretty girl like this needs special treatment."
Unwillingly, she shuddered at the sound of his voice in her ears and the closeness.
His other hand still holding one of hers, he pulled back to look at her fondly. "It's my last year at Hogwarts. It's a shame--we've never. . . never talked all this time," a light blush tinted his cheeks as he stared at the ground as she did, "And I don't even have to be afraid to make friends anymore because he's. . . ever since I. . ."--Harry shook his head- "I reckon it's now or never, Gin," he made eye contact with her. "And I'm not doing this out of pity either. I just-just wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that all my life all I can say is hello to my best friend's sister. I need to get to know you more while there's still time. I want to be close to you, Ginny Weasley. You'll let me do that, won't you?"
She was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. Ginny felt like her heart was in her throat and was afraid to speak, but managed to say one word:
"Sure."
AN: Aww.fluffy stuff. Sorta. Not really. Heh. I can never write fluff anyway. I leave that to the pros. ^_~ Hope you liked it even though I don't like it. ::sigh:: I'll try to write chapter that I at least like. I know. It's kinda weird that Harry was depressed and now he's all. strange. Heh. Did he move on from ol' Draco? Or is he a really good actor? ((hehe.more questions to annoy you.)) Forgot to add, I'm leaving the country and will be back (hopefully) inspired and with many, many chapters for all my stories. With any luck, there will be computers with internet so I could maybe update there. Please review! At least you get this chapter, right? ::everyone looks at her funny:: Right? ::smiles weakly at all the death glares:: eh.^_^;;; ::runs:: Merry Christmas!