Author's note- REVIEWS, I MUST HAVE REVIEWS! Phew! Now I feel better.
Anyway, uh-hm- here's the story then!
Harry faintly noticed the cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he looked at the woman standing in front of him.
"Lo, Ginny," Harry croaked, pulling at the collar of his cloak, though it was below freezing outside.
"Hello sister!" said Ron from the floor. Hermione winked at Ginny knowingly. Ginny smiled again and took a seat beside Harry at the bar.
"I'll have a cherry float, please," she said to Madam Rosmerta.
"Sure thing, Honey," said Madam Rosmerta, walking to the drink dispensers. It was at this time that Ginny felt the need to strike a conversation with Harry.
"Even after six years I never get tired of coming back to Hogsmeade, you know?" said Ginny casually from soft pink lips.
Harry merrily nodded as- for a change- HIS face turned bright red. Madam Rosmerta came back with a foaming red soft drink and slid it over to Ginny behind the bar.
She drank from the small straw as she looked at Harry happily.
"mmm, I love it here," she said taking her mouth off the straw. Harry said nothing for a long time as Ginny sucked the straw and Ron laying on the ground, babbling about flying flobberworms.
Finally, Ginny sipped the last of her drink and Harry watched her stand up from the table. Ginny couldn't quite tell if he not talking any was a good thing or a bad.
She flipped her glistening red hair over her shoulders and rolled down the sleeves of her robes on which Hermione had casted a warming spell.
Harry once again knocked his knees clumsily into the table whilst standing up with an uncontrollable start.
"CanIgowithyouGinnyjustforawalk?" Harry blurted stupidly.
WOW, YOU'RE INCREDIBLY SMOOTH! He told himself. A REAL CHARMER! Ginny laughed a small, beautiful laugh and looked at him with her slightly confused, violently blue eyes.
"I'll go with you," Harry said. Even Ron looked up at his comment, surprised. Ginny fought a horrible red blush as she tried to keep her voice steady.
"Right then, Harry. Let's go then," she said casually.
THIS IS STUPID, Harry thought. SHE'S NOT ACTING HALF OF WHAT YOU ARE. BUT THEN AGAIN, YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU BELONG IN VICTORIAN PAINTINGS, NOW DO YOU?
Without another word, Harry followed her out the door and into the snowy streets. Hermione, who had watched them go with a satisfied smile on her face, now turned her thoughts back to Ron, who still lay stupidly on the floor. Her feelings dissolved quickly.
With a final look of artificial, bitter disgust, she whisked out the closing door with a tinkle from the bells above, a great envy of how Ginny had hooked Harry overwhelming her.
Tears began to pour down her cheeks in streams of how jealous and angry she was deep down. Why did Ginny have all the luck? She'd tried her best to get Ron to notice her, but it never worked and it never would. She just had to accept it.
"I can't!" Hermione yelled at herself, making heads turn. "I love him!" Her own words startled her but she walked steadily forward, determined to reach the awaiting carriages.
* * *
Harry walked along side Ginny, the two discussing happy matters that meant nothing to either of them. Honeydukes getting a new sweet or the Ministry offering job support to the department of Mysteries were a cover.
They walked a long while into a part of Honeydukes Harry had never seen before. This must be where everyone lived. Faces peered out of small cottages wonderingly.
Harry and Ginny waved, and they waved back. But something wasn't right. As Ginny, who, with all of the waving, looked like she was riding on the top of a float, gave a smile to a child playing on a toy broom, she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped at what was in front of her.
* * *
Ron lay on the floor of the Three broomsticks, his mind cloudy. What was wrong with him? Was he just going to let his friend walk out on him like that? No, he decided. No he wouldn't.
He stumbled to his feet and staggered out the door and followed Hermione's tracks. As he saw a blurry speck that was Hermione in the distance, he gave a shaky yell. "Hermione!"
Hermione knew it was him, and she couldn't go further. Her tears freezing in the wind she stood rooted to the spot, not facing him. After a long while and a great deal of falling, Ron reached her.
"You do-NOT- walk-out-on-me!" he slurred.
"Who are you to say that?" Hermione yelled, losing control. "You walk out on me every day, calling me a know-it-all and not seeing me for who I am! You break my heart every day without knowing it and you just don't care! Every day of my life I've dreamed of you, dreamed that one day you'll see I'm a girl and I love you!"
Even as Ron's ears got every other word Hermione was saying, it was enough. He took a shuddering step to her and breathed from his nose. The smell- That wonderful smell that came from such a wonderful girl- it was Hermione.
* * *
Harry followed her gaze to a nearby graveyard a few feet away. And with a great plunge of his heart, Harry saw Mr. And Mrs. Diggory standing in front on an enormous grave, and even from there Harry could see they were grieving horribly.
Cedric. Cedric came back to him. They were grieving about Cedric's death three years ago, and Harry knew it was his fault. All, all of it had been his fault.
They shouldn't have been crying. They shouldn't be blaming it on Voldemort or themselves. They should be blaming it on him. All of his feeling came out with a loud cry and he ran in the other direction.
He didn't care if they saw him. They could kill him for all he cared. He deserved it. He ran until he tripped on a low-laying stone and flew into the foot-thick, creamy white snow.
Ginny ran after him, her small feet falling in the snow. She sat beside him and had the strength to embrace him and make him feel better. He needed this and her own petty embarrassment was nothing now.
They rocked back and forth and Harry felt undying gratitude towards Ginny.
"It's okay," she cooed. "Nothing was your fault. It wasn't your fault." Harry didn't protest and said nothing as the beautiful girl cradled his lovingly.
* * * "It's-it's you," Ron sputtered.
"Yes Ron. It's me," Hermione said softly, the wind catching her words. Ron leaned down from a mixture of love, exhaustion and sleepiness into Hermione. She leaned in, too, and Hermione's heart beat as fast as a mouse's.
Ron was overcome by darkness and passed out on the ground, dead asleep. Hermione pinched her eyes shut tightly as tears streaked down them faster than before. She began to sob loudly as she pulled Ron, with great difficulty, into the nearest carriage. Finally, with Ron's foot dangling clumsily from the side of the door, Hermione climbed in herself and it took off. Harry and Ginny could find their way back to the castle themselves, the lucky twits.
Author's note- Wow, this is TOTALLY depressing, which is really weird considering I just got out of school for the week and I'm totally wired on caffeine and sugar from Halloween. GO CANDY! YOU KEEP US ALIVE!
Harry faintly noticed the cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he looked at the woman standing in front of him.
"Lo, Ginny," Harry croaked, pulling at the collar of his cloak, though it was below freezing outside.
"Hello sister!" said Ron from the floor. Hermione winked at Ginny knowingly. Ginny smiled again and took a seat beside Harry at the bar.
"I'll have a cherry float, please," she said to Madam Rosmerta.
"Sure thing, Honey," said Madam Rosmerta, walking to the drink dispensers. It was at this time that Ginny felt the need to strike a conversation with Harry.
"Even after six years I never get tired of coming back to Hogsmeade, you know?" said Ginny casually from soft pink lips.
Harry merrily nodded as- for a change- HIS face turned bright red. Madam Rosmerta came back with a foaming red soft drink and slid it over to Ginny behind the bar.
She drank from the small straw as she looked at Harry happily.
"mmm, I love it here," she said taking her mouth off the straw. Harry said nothing for a long time as Ginny sucked the straw and Ron laying on the ground, babbling about flying flobberworms.
Finally, Ginny sipped the last of her drink and Harry watched her stand up from the table. Ginny couldn't quite tell if he not talking any was a good thing or a bad.
She flipped her glistening red hair over her shoulders and rolled down the sleeves of her robes on which Hermione had casted a warming spell.
Harry once again knocked his knees clumsily into the table whilst standing up with an uncontrollable start.
"CanIgowithyouGinnyjustforawalk?" Harry blurted stupidly.
WOW, YOU'RE INCREDIBLY SMOOTH! He told himself. A REAL CHARMER! Ginny laughed a small, beautiful laugh and looked at him with her slightly confused, violently blue eyes.
"I'll go with you," Harry said. Even Ron looked up at his comment, surprised. Ginny fought a horrible red blush as she tried to keep her voice steady.
"Right then, Harry. Let's go then," she said casually.
THIS IS STUPID, Harry thought. SHE'S NOT ACTING HALF OF WHAT YOU ARE. BUT THEN AGAIN, YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU BELONG IN VICTORIAN PAINTINGS, NOW DO YOU?
Without another word, Harry followed her out the door and into the snowy streets. Hermione, who had watched them go with a satisfied smile on her face, now turned her thoughts back to Ron, who still lay stupidly on the floor. Her feelings dissolved quickly.
With a final look of artificial, bitter disgust, she whisked out the closing door with a tinkle from the bells above, a great envy of how Ginny had hooked Harry overwhelming her.
Tears began to pour down her cheeks in streams of how jealous and angry she was deep down. Why did Ginny have all the luck? She'd tried her best to get Ron to notice her, but it never worked and it never would. She just had to accept it.
"I can't!" Hermione yelled at herself, making heads turn. "I love him!" Her own words startled her but she walked steadily forward, determined to reach the awaiting carriages.
* * *
Harry walked along side Ginny, the two discussing happy matters that meant nothing to either of them. Honeydukes getting a new sweet or the Ministry offering job support to the department of Mysteries were a cover.
They walked a long while into a part of Honeydukes Harry had never seen before. This must be where everyone lived. Faces peered out of small cottages wonderingly.
Harry and Ginny waved, and they waved back. But something wasn't right. As Ginny, who, with all of the waving, looked like she was riding on the top of a float, gave a smile to a child playing on a toy broom, she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped at what was in front of her.
* * *
Ron lay on the floor of the Three broomsticks, his mind cloudy. What was wrong with him? Was he just going to let his friend walk out on him like that? No, he decided. No he wouldn't.
He stumbled to his feet and staggered out the door and followed Hermione's tracks. As he saw a blurry speck that was Hermione in the distance, he gave a shaky yell. "Hermione!"
Hermione knew it was him, and she couldn't go further. Her tears freezing in the wind she stood rooted to the spot, not facing him. After a long while and a great deal of falling, Ron reached her.
"You do-NOT- walk-out-on-me!" he slurred.
"Who are you to say that?" Hermione yelled, losing control. "You walk out on me every day, calling me a know-it-all and not seeing me for who I am! You break my heart every day without knowing it and you just don't care! Every day of my life I've dreamed of you, dreamed that one day you'll see I'm a girl and I love you!"
Even as Ron's ears got every other word Hermione was saying, it was enough. He took a shuddering step to her and breathed from his nose. The smell- That wonderful smell that came from such a wonderful girl- it was Hermione.
* * *
Harry followed her gaze to a nearby graveyard a few feet away. And with a great plunge of his heart, Harry saw Mr. And Mrs. Diggory standing in front on an enormous grave, and even from there Harry could see they were grieving horribly.
Cedric. Cedric came back to him. They were grieving about Cedric's death three years ago, and Harry knew it was his fault. All, all of it had been his fault.
They shouldn't have been crying. They shouldn't be blaming it on Voldemort or themselves. They should be blaming it on him. All of his feeling came out with a loud cry and he ran in the other direction.
He didn't care if they saw him. They could kill him for all he cared. He deserved it. He ran until he tripped on a low-laying stone and flew into the foot-thick, creamy white snow.
Ginny ran after him, her small feet falling in the snow. She sat beside him and had the strength to embrace him and make him feel better. He needed this and her own petty embarrassment was nothing now.
They rocked back and forth and Harry felt undying gratitude towards Ginny.
"It's okay," she cooed. "Nothing was your fault. It wasn't your fault." Harry didn't protest and said nothing as the beautiful girl cradled his lovingly.
* * * "It's-it's you," Ron sputtered.
"Yes Ron. It's me," Hermione said softly, the wind catching her words. Ron leaned down from a mixture of love, exhaustion and sleepiness into Hermione. She leaned in, too, and Hermione's heart beat as fast as a mouse's.
Ron was overcome by darkness and passed out on the ground, dead asleep. Hermione pinched her eyes shut tightly as tears streaked down them faster than before. She began to sob loudly as she pulled Ron, with great difficulty, into the nearest carriage. Finally, with Ron's foot dangling clumsily from the side of the door, Hermione climbed in herself and it took off. Harry and Ginny could find their way back to the castle themselves, the lucky twits.
Author's note- Wow, this is TOTALLY depressing, which is really weird considering I just got out of school for the week and I'm totally wired on caffeine and sugar from Halloween. GO CANDY! YOU KEEP US ALIVE!