Author's note- Yippee! Reviews make me feel all tingly and happy! I think
I'm going to dance! (magicisreal spins on her head and does the splits)
Phew! Anyways, if you guys want to see a completely different Ginny, you
will- just wait. Ms. Ginny Weasly is going to make her big da'bieu at the
first Hogsmeade visit. And what a big impression it will be!
Ron stumbled into Mcgonnogal's classroom just in time.
He took his regular seat beside Harry gracelessly as his shins caught his fall and he toppled into the seat.
He didn't seem to notice his legs were beginning to form large red bumps because he still had the weird smile plastered on his face as when he walked through the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry whispered as Mcgonnogal whisked through the doorway.
"Pine sap" Ron said, his head cloudy.
"What?" Harry asked him, bewildered.
"Honey," Ron cooed.
"Honey?" Harry said. Did his best friend just call him HONEY?
"Flowers," Ron muttered, his eyes slightly off focus.
Harry couldn't seem to make sense of his words.
Hermione giggled beside him.
"That's it," Harry said. He slapped Ron and he immediately came to his senses.
"It was amazing. My hangings-they smelled like- like- love. It was like some beautiful girl left her scent around my bed," said Ron.
He had no idea that what he had said was perfectly correct.
Hermione's ears turned bright red and she sunk into her chair.
* * * The rest of the classes went rather smoothly that day; Professor Snape seemed to be the only teacher that had assigned home work for that night.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat alone in the common room late that night trying to figure out how much mandrake seed you needed to add to a sleeping draught.
Finally, long after Hermione and Ron solved the equation, Harry scribbled down a few numbers and told Ron he'd be up to bed soon.
Harry needed to think. Not about anything in particular- just think. And alone in the scarlet and gold common room, laying on a puffy love seat, he thought.
He thought about Mrs. Figg, about Malfoy, about the quidditch tryouts, about how this was his last year at Hogwarts, and about everything in between.
But not a thought of Ginny crossed his mind until he heard a soft creek from the stairs of the Girl's dormitories and looked up to see her standing there in her blue night dress and purple slippers.
Her read hair lay softly on her shoulders.
"Harry?" she said.
"Hi, Ginny," Harry said.
"What are you doing down here?"
"Thinking," Harry said. "Why are YOU down here?"
"Well, Hermione told my you hadn't come up to be, so I just thought I would- um-sit here with you. Is that okay?" she asked.
"Sure." Harry sat up to make room for Ginny next to him.
She sat down with a "puff" from the couch.
"Does it feel weird that this is you last year?" Ginny asked.
"A little. But I've still got the whole year so I don't have to worry about it just yet," Harry said.
"You won't be able to say that forever, you know," said Ginny.
"I know," Harry said.
They were silent for a few moments. Ginny pulled her feet onto the sofa and curled up beside Harry. He was so warm!
The two of them watched the crackling fire for a long time. Ginny wondered is Harry was thinking the same thing she was.
"I'll miss you, Ginny," aid Harry. "Will you miss me?"
"You have no idea," Ginny said under her breath.
Ron stumbled into Mcgonnogal's classroom just in time.
He took his regular seat beside Harry gracelessly as his shins caught his fall and he toppled into the seat.
He didn't seem to notice his legs were beginning to form large red bumps because he still had the weird smile plastered on his face as when he walked through the door.
"Are you okay?" Harry whispered as Mcgonnogal whisked through the doorway.
"Pine sap" Ron said, his head cloudy.
"What?" Harry asked him, bewildered.
"Honey," Ron cooed.
"Honey?" Harry said. Did his best friend just call him HONEY?
"Flowers," Ron muttered, his eyes slightly off focus.
Harry couldn't seem to make sense of his words.
Hermione giggled beside him.
"That's it," Harry said. He slapped Ron and he immediately came to his senses.
"It was amazing. My hangings-they smelled like- like- love. It was like some beautiful girl left her scent around my bed," said Ron.
He had no idea that what he had said was perfectly correct.
Hermione's ears turned bright red and she sunk into her chair.
* * * The rest of the classes went rather smoothly that day; Professor Snape seemed to be the only teacher that had assigned home work for that night.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat alone in the common room late that night trying to figure out how much mandrake seed you needed to add to a sleeping draught.
Finally, long after Hermione and Ron solved the equation, Harry scribbled down a few numbers and told Ron he'd be up to bed soon.
Harry needed to think. Not about anything in particular- just think. And alone in the scarlet and gold common room, laying on a puffy love seat, he thought.
He thought about Mrs. Figg, about Malfoy, about the quidditch tryouts, about how this was his last year at Hogwarts, and about everything in between.
But not a thought of Ginny crossed his mind until he heard a soft creek from the stairs of the Girl's dormitories and looked up to see her standing there in her blue night dress and purple slippers.
Her read hair lay softly on her shoulders.
"Harry?" she said.
"Hi, Ginny," Harry said.
"What are you doing down here?"
"Thinking," Harry said. "Why are YOU down here?"
"Well, Hermione told my you hadn't come up to be, so I just thought I would- um-sit here with you. Is that okay?" she asked.
"Sure." Harry sat up to make room for Ginny next to him.
She sat down with a "puff" from the couch.
"Does it feel weird that this is you last year?" Ginny asked.
"A little. But I've still got the whole year so I don't have to worry about it just yet," Harry said.
"You won't be able to say that forever, you know," said Ginny.
"I know," Harry said.
They were silent for a few moments. Ginny pulled her feet onto the sofa and curled up beside Harry. He was so warm!
The two of them watched the crackling fire for a long time. Ginny wondered is Harry was thinking the same thing she was.
"I'll miss you, Ginny," aid Harry. "Will you miss me?"
"You have no idea," Ginny said under her breath.