Author's note- boo hoo! I haven't gotten any reviews! SOMEBOY GIVE ME A
REVIEW! This chapter will have a lot of Harry/Ginny in it. I'm beginning
to write longer chapters- FINALLY! I've just sort of been obsessing over my
writing this week and so I'm posting chapters one after another. Anyway,
Here's the next chapter!
"WHERE IS IT?!" screamed Ron.
"Where is what?" Harry asked him. Ron had screamed so loud that bits of dust fell from the dormitory ceiling.
"MY PREFECT BADGE!" roared Ron, tearing the covers off is bed.
Harry couldn't help but stifle a laugh. He was strongly reminded of Percy and it seemed that his friend was finally letting his real feelings out about being a prefect.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked, panting.
"Oh, it's just-," Harry stopped talking when a flash of fiery red hair out side the window caught his eye. "It's just I think you left it out on the grounds. I'll go check," said Harry.
Ron didn't say anything but waved his hand in a gesture towards the door. Harry grabbed his cloak and tore out of it.
What was Ginny doing outside? It was freezing! He had never remembered October being this cold. Was something wrong?
* * *
"This diary is getting really old. I need a new one. I just hope the next one I get isn't cursed. Of course that hasn't happened to me for a while now, and what are the chances of it happening AGAIN? You've been good to me, trusty diary. Through good times and bad. Even Fred and George couldn't break into you! I'll have to thank Hermione for putting that spell on you. Times have changed, haven't they? I've used hundreds of quills on you, breaking one after another. I guess I write too much about Harry sometimes. I just need to let my feelings out somehow. I need to vent. And That is why I love to write. God, I don't even love to WRITE as much as I love Harry! He's been good to me; sitting with me at night and helping me with hexes. He's really smart, you know. And a bloody good flyer, too! I just wish he would think of me as more than a friend, more than a sister (God, it sounds so sick). He's closer than family to my brother! What if I wasn't Ron's sister? Maybe then It would be possible for him to love-"
Ginny jumped and slammed her diary shut as a hand touched her shoulder.
Had Harry seen what he thought he saw? He had distinctly read the word "Harry" in Ginny's diary.
"How did you know I was here?" Ginny asked. She was a bit disappointed that someone had found her spot. She usually sat by or under the small shelter the smooth stones made to read or write or just think.
But her mood quickly changed from disappointed to flattered- Harry had gone looking for her.
"I was just wondering what you were doing on the grounds. I saw you in the window and I just thought you might be hurt or something," Harry said.
He noticed Ginny didn't have a cloak.
"Where's your cloak, Ginny?" asked Harry.
Ginny shivered from a mixture of cold and embarrassment.
"Well-um-We went to Diagon Alley this year and mum only had enough money to- " Ginny trailed off, looking at the hard ground.
Immediately and without thinking, he took off his own black cloak and draped it around Ginny.
She looked into his vivid green eyes with adoration.
"Th-Thank you, Harry," Ginny said gratefully. She smiled at him. The hairs n the back of his neck pricked up again; he had a strange feeling it wasn't from the cold.
But this time, that was not the only thing that happened. His smothach gave a lurch he had only felt one other time in his life, and that was in his third year when he developed a crush on Cho Chang on the Quidditch field.
Harry's crush had begun to fade in his fifth year and eventually he forgot about her after she graduated.
He had never given her a second thought until now.
Harry suddenly realized that he was just standing there, not saying a word. I must look really stupid, He thought.
SAY SOMETHING, STUPID! Harry told himself. ANYTHING! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!
"bitcoldout," Harry blurted. OH, NICE GOING! REALLY SMOOTH! Harry scolded.
"What?" asked Ginny, confused. Harry took a deep breath.
"It's a bit could out, isn't it?" he said clearly.
"Yes, I suppose so," Ginny said.
WAS THAT SO HARD? Harry asked himself.
"Do you want to go inside?" he asked her.
"Sure. There's nothing to do out here anyway that doesn't involve freezing to death," joked Ginny.
They walked to the main entrance and Harry held the door open for Ginny. They caught each other's stare and Harry drowned in her blue eyes.
He was sure his looked dull and dim compared to her electric ones. She smiled at him again, and his head spun a bit.
"Thank you, Harry. You're really sweet," Ginny said. She acted as if to kiss his cheek but thought better of it and handed him his cloak instead.
For reasons unknown to him, he leaned awkwardly into her.
He caught himself.
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS IS GINNY, GINNY WEASLY! HELLO! JUST PUT YOUR HEART BACK IN YOU CHEST AND LET HER BE! Harry screamed inside his brain. SHE'S YOU'RE FRIEND, NOT YOUR LOVE.
He shook himself out of his trance, but he couldn't help getting once last glance at her before she rounded the corner and left him in the hallway with his cloak in his arms.
"WHERE IS IT?!" screamed Ron.
"Where is what?" Harry asked him. Ron had screamed so loud that bits of dust fell from the dormitory ceiling.
"MY PREFECT BADGE!" roared Ron, tearing the covers off is bed.
Harry couldn't help but stifle a laugh. He was strongly reminded of Percy and it seemed that his friend was finally letting his real feelings out about being a prefect.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked, panting.
"Oh, it's just-," Harry stopped talking when a flash of fiery red hair out side the window caught his eye. "It's just I think you left it out on the grounds. I'll go check," said Harry.
Ron didn't say anything but waved his hand in a gesture towards the door. Harry grabbed his cloak and tore out of it.
What was Ginny doing outside? It was freezing! He had never remembered October being this cold. Was something wrong?
* * *
"This diary is getting really old. I need a new one. I just hope the next one I get isn't cursed. Of course that hasn't happened to me for a while now, and what are the chances of it happening AGAIN? You've been good to me, trusty diary. Through good times and bad. Even Fred and George couldn't break into you! I'll have to thank Hermione for putting that spell on you. Times have changed, haven't they? I've used hundreds of quills on you, breaking one after another. I guess I write too much about Harry sometimes. I just need to let my feelings out somehow. I need to vent. And That is why I love to write. God, I don't even love to WRITE as much as I love Harry! He's been good to me; sitting with me at night and helping me with hexes. He's really smart, you know. And a bloody good flyer, too! I just wish he would think of me as more than a friend, more than a sister (God, it sounds so sick). He's closer than family to my brother! What if I wasn't Ron's sister? Maybe then It would be possible for him to love-"
Ginny jumped and slammed her diary shut as a hand touched her shoulder.
Had Harry seen what he thought he saw? He had distinctly read the word "Harry" in Ginny's diary.
"How did you know I was here?" Ginny asked. She was a bit disappointed that someone had found her spot. She usually sat by or under the small shelter the smooth stones made to read or write or just think.
But her mood quickly changed from disappointed to flattered- Harry had gone looking for her.
"I was just wondering what you were doing on the grounds. I saw you in the window and I just thought you might be hurt or something," Harry said.
He noticed Ginny didn't have a cloak.
"Where's your cloak, Ginny?" asked Harry.
Ginny shivered from a mixture of cold and embarrassment.
"Well-um-We went to Diagon Alley this year and mum only had enough money to- " Ginny trailed off, looking at the hard ground.
Immediately and without thinking, he took off his own black cloak and draped it around Ginny.
She looked into his vivid green eyes with adoration.
"Th-Thank you, Harry," Ginny said gratefully. She smiled at him. The hairs n the back of his neck pricked up again; he had a strange feeling it wasn't from the cold.
But this time, that was not the only thing that happened. His smothach gave a lurch he had only felt one other time in his life, and that was in his third year when he developed a crush on Cho Chang on the Quidditch field.
Harry's crush had begun to fade in his fifth year and eventually he forgot about her after she graduated.
He had never given her a second thought until now.
Harry suddenly realized that he was just standing there, not saying a word. I must look really stupid, He thought.
SAY SOMETHING, STUPID! Harry told himself. ANYTHING! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!
"bitcoldout," Harry blurted. OH, NICE GOING! REALLY SMOOTH! Harry scolded.
"What?" asked Ginny, confused. Harry took a deep breath.
"It's a bit could out, isn't it?" he said clearly.
"Yes, I suppose so," Ginny said.
WAS THAT SO HARD? Harry asked himself.
"Do you want to go inside?" he asked her.
"Sure. There's nothing to do out here anyway that doesn't involve freezing to death," joked Ginny.
They walked to the main entrance and Harry held the door open for Ginny. They caught each other's stare and Harry drowned in her blue eyes.
He was sure his looked dull and dim compared to her electric ones. She smiled at him again, and his head spun a bit.
"Thank you, Harry. You're really sweet," Ginny said. She acted as if to kiss his cheek but thought better of it and handed him his cloak instead.
For reasons unknown to him, he leaned awkwardly into her.
He caught himself.
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS IS GINNY, GINNY WEASLY! HELLO! JUST PUT YOUR HEART BACK IN YOU CHEST AND LET HER BE! Harry screamed inside his brain. SHE'S YOU'RE FRIEND, NOT YOUR LOVE.
He shook himself out of his trance, but he couldn't help getting once last glance at her before she rounded the corner and left him in the hallway with his cloak in his arms.