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As it had turned out, Dementors had found the secret passageway from Honeydukes to the school the day of the Quidditch tryouts and had gone under the lake, searching for children to suck life out of.
Harry shivered by the warm fire as he thought of their hooded cloaks and long, moldy hands. He tightened his grip around the couch. Ginny had gone upstairs, to frightened to stay in the common room.
But, Harry's fear began to subside and was replaced gradually by frustration. He planned on not even bothering to go to the great hall tomorrow to look at the listings of who had made it on the team.
Suddenly, Harry heard someone thumping down the stairs from the boy's dorms. He looked up to see none other than HERMIONE padding down them, a small smile on her face. Harry gave a kind of yelp in astonishment, making her jump.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed. Harry could merely stare at her for a few moments, his mouth wide and gaping like a dementor's.
"You-You-and Ron-YOU SNOGGED!" Harry sputtered. Hermione held out her hands as if she were trying to stop him from attacking her, but she did not protest his remark.
"Harry, That's all-I swear! We were going to- But then- WE DIDN'T!" she squeaked quite sincerely. It was true that they had done nothing and decided to wait for a better time.
"and you expect me to believe that? And, Oh, look! There goes a flying pig that has just returned with magical cheese from the land of Garfunkle!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically, pointing at the air behind Hermione's head.
Hermione's eyes began to tear.
"Harry, please stop! I'm telling the truth!" she said. Even He had no idea why he was being such a git, but he was and he knew that he couldn't go back in time and change what he said no matter how hard he tried.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was Hermione's quite sobs, and Harry's anger began to etch slowly away as he thought of Hermione's feelings and how Ron would react when he told him about Ginny- Wait, no there was nothing to tell. Right. That was good. Nothing to tell.
He threw his thoughts of Ginny out of his brain and thought instead of Ron and Hermione finally being together. But, he hadn't completely stopped thinking about her. In the back of his brain, a thought was lingering that had been there for a few months now; Could it happen?
Unfortunately, the thought was pushed so far into his mind that he didn't seem to notice it. A smile broke onto his face and he let out a sigh. He threw his hands in the air melodramatically and Hermione giggled, wiping away the last of her tears.
"Finally!" he said exasperatedly.
* * *
The next Morning at breakfast, Ginny rushed behind Harry and grabbed his shoulder, making him spit out his half-chewed bacon onto his plate.
"Quidditch posts!" she said before yanking him up and steering him over to a white paper on the wall by which most of the Gryffindors were crowding around, some running off crying and some waving fists in the air triumphantly.
Harry really didn't want to see that his name wasn't on the paper, but he allowed Ginny to steer him anyway. They finally pushed through the mob of people harnessing red and gold ties around their necks and Ginny took her pointer finger, scanning the list quickly.
"Warren, Wasling, Warendoogle- Warendoogle? I'd hate to be him-Weasley! I made it, Harry!" she exclaimed with ecstasy.
"That's great," Harry muttered, turning towards the table, trying not to be noticed by Ginny, who was now searching through the P's for him.
"Pensten, Pootalgooble-God, Gryffindors have weird last names- POTTER! HARRY POTTER!" Ginny shouted. Harry couldn't believe it. He'd made it! He was the new Quidditch captain!
"I made it!" Harry said.
"I know!" Ginny replied. Harry let out a laugh and took her writs as they danced around in circles like idiots for a few moments. And then, Harry did something quite embarrassing without thinking and with the whole student body- including Ron- watching.
Harry Potter kissed Ginny Weasly.
* * *
Everyone sat, gaping at Harry, Ron with the most dumbfounded look of them all. Harry noticed with horror that he still had his hands around Ginny's arms; she was staring at him, expressionless. He let go of her quickly, sure that his face would explode at any moment from heat.
He turned around and saw that everyone was watching him. It was like someone had pressed the mute button on the entire Great Hall, and Harry could only hear his heavy breathing. He wouldn't be surprised if a cricket began to chirp like in those muggle cartoons.
He didn't mean to kiss her; it had just been out of happiness-Right? Yes, Right. It wasn't long, but a quick kiss on her soft, pink lips had been more than enough to make everyone stare at him in astonishment.
And then, as if someone turned to power back on in his mind, his legs took off and he tore out of the Great Hall in a blur.
* * *
Harry found the nearest wall on the outside room of the Great Hall's entrance and began to smack his head against it, much like Dobby the house elf used to do before Harry had cleverly released him from The Malfoys.
His forehead began to throb and he half-wished that Hermione (NOT Ron or Ginny, in the least- Ron would probably beat his face in and he was to embarrassed to talk to Ginny) would come out and stop him.
He was really quite glad that she was still his friend; obviously Ron wasn't and Ginny- there was no telling what was going to happen with her. And, as if to read him mind, Hermione burst through the doors beside him (inside, everyone was still silent) and grabbed his head in her hands.
His breathing heavy, Harry closed his eyes and felt icy sweat beneath the lids.
"WHAT was that all about?" Hermione asked him incredulously.
Harry gave a sigh and let his body fall against the wall limply, his feet falling at odd angles from one another in his black school shoes.
"I have no idea," he muttered.
"Well you'd better GET an idea, because Ron's going ballistic in there. His face looks like a cherry, only his teeth are bared," Hermione said to him.
"I kissed her," Harry informed her.
"I know," she said. "I was kind of watching, along with all the rest of the school."
"And I liked it," Harry added. There was a long silence for about two minutes before Hermione spoke up again, quieter than last time.
"Now THAT I did not know."
* * *
Ron wasn't talking to him. He could sense Hermione was feeling differently towards him, too. Ginny wasn't talking to him. In fact, the only people that were even paying attention to him were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who would do rude impressions of him snogging Ginny when he came into the Hall for breakfast.
Harry was certain that if he didn't feel so miserable, he would beat his ugly face to a pulp in a second.
He fest horrible about leaving Gin all by herself in the Hall, and he wanted to make it up to her; which was hard, considering he couldn't get within five feet of her without feeling nauseous.
A week went by without anyone beside him except to occasional Hermione, and Harry knew that this was the end of his friendship with Ron.
Nothing had gone right today; so far, he had dropped his books, upturned his ink bottle, knocked his potions cauldron over, and accidentally sent Dean Thomas's into a lizard in charms class.
And then, as he was studying in the library, she walked in without noticing him. Ginny opened to door quietly and walked swiftly over to the table in front of him taking no notice of Harry as she sat her bag down and went to the nearest shelf.
Harry knew he had to do something, so he ignored the feeling in the pit of his stomach which mad him want to vomit and walked soundlessly over to her isle, which was, conveniently enough, so long and tall that no one could hear their conversation.
He tapped her on the shoulder with a shaking hand and she turned abruptly, a large book labeled " Dragons and their medieval keepers" in her hands.
"H-Harry," she whispered. Harry could merely nod, afraid that if he opened his mouth his would splatter his lunch all over her. "Hi," was all she could manage to say.
Finally, after an awkward moments of quietness, Harry slowly opened his mouth, happy that nothing in liquid form had spilled out.
"I'm Sorry," was all he could say before closing his lips again. Ginny looked at him with her electric blue eyes that size of dish saucers and merely nodded.
"You-You were just excited, right?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded vigorously. For a fleeting second, Harry thought he saw a disappointed from on her face, but it was quickly replaced with a small smile.
She looked down at the floor for a moment before taking a step towards him so their faces were an inch away. Harry stopped breathing; she smelled of roses and oranges.
"Good bye, Harry Potter," she whispered in his ear before turning towards the door and leaving Harry in between the sections of books about Dragons and Flobberworms.
As it had turned out, Dementors had found the secret passageway from Honeydukes to the school the day of the Quidditch tryouts and had gone under the lake, searching for children to suck life out of.
Harry shivered by the warm fire as he thought of their hooded cloaks and long, moldy hands. He tightened his grip around the couch. Ginny had gone upstairs, to frightened to stay in the common room.
But, Harry's fear began to subside and was replaced gradually by frustration. He planned on not even bothering to go to the great hall tomorrow to look at the listings of who had made it on the team.
Suddenly, Harry heard someone thumping down the stairs from the boy's dorms. He looked up to see none other than HERMIONE padding down them, a small smile on her face. Harry gave a kind of yelp in astonishment, making her jump.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed. Harry could merely stare at her for a few moments, his mouth wide and gaping like a dementor's.
"You-You-and Ron-YOU SNOGGED!" Harry sputtered. Hermione held out her hands as if she were trying to stop him from attacking her, but she did not protest his remark.
"Harry, That's all-I swear! We were going to- But then- WE DIDN'T!" she squeaked quite sincerely. It was true that they had done nothing and decided to wait for a better time.
"and you expect me to believe that? And, Oh, look! There goes a flying pig that has just returned with magical cheese from the land of Garfunkle!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically, pointing at the air behind Hermione's head.
Hermione's eyes began to tear.
"Harry, please stop! I'm telling the truth!" she said. Even He had no idea why he was being such a git, but he was and he knew that he couldn't go back in time and change what he said no matter how hard he tried.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was Hermione's quite sobs, and Harry's anger began to etch slowly away as he thought of Hermione's feelings and how Ron would react when he told him about Ginny- Wait, no there was nothing to tell. Right. That was good. Nothing to tell.
He threw his thoughts of Ginny out of his brain and thought instead of Ron and Hermione finally being together. But, he hadn't completely stopped thinking about her. In the back of his brain, a thought was lingering that had been there for a few months now; Could it happen?
Unfortunately, the thought was pushed so far into his mind that he didn't seem to notice it. A smile broke onto his face and he let out a sigh. He threw his hands in the air melodramatically and Hermione giggled, wiping away the last of her tears.
"Finally!" he said exasperatedly.
* * *
The next Morning at breakfast, Ginny rushed behind Harry and grabbed his shoulder, making him spit out his half-chewed bacon onto his plate.
"Quidditch posts!" she said before yanking him up and steering him over to a white paper on the wall by which most of the Gryffindors were crowding around, some running off crying and some waving fists in the air triumphantly.
Harry really didn't want to see that his name wasn't on the paper, but he allowed Ginny to steer him anyway. They finally pushed through the mob of people harnessing red and gold ties around their necks and Ginny took her pointer finger, scanning the list quickly.
"Warren, Wasling, Warendoogle- Warendoogle? I'd hate to be him-Weasley! I made it, Harry!" she exclaimed with ecstasy.
"That's great," Harry muttered, turning towards the table, trying not to be noticed by Ginny, who was now searching through the P's for him.
"Pensten, Pootalgooble-God, Gryffindors have weird last names- POTTER! HARRY POTTER!" Ginny shouted. Harry couldn't believe it. He'd made it! He was the new Quidditch captain!
"I made it!" Harry said.
"I know!" Ginny replied. Harry let out a laugh and took her writs as they danced around in circles like idiots for a few moments. And then, Harry did something quite embarrassing without thinking and with the whole student body- including Ron- watching.
Harry Potter kissed Ginny Weasly.
* * *
Everyone sat, gaping at Harry, Ron with the most dumbfounded look of them all. Harry noticed with horror that he still had his hands around Ginny's arms; she was staring at him, expressionless. He let go of her quickly, sure that his face would explode at any moment from heat.
He turned around and saw that everyone was watching him. It was like someone had pressed the mute button on the entire Great Hall, and Harry could only hear his heavy breathing. He wouldn't be surprised if a cricket began to chirp like in those muggle cartoons.
He didn't mean to kiss her; it had just been out of happiness-Right? Yes, Right. It wasn't long, but a quick kiss on her soft, pink lips had been more than enough to make everyone stare at him in astonishment.
And then, as if someone turned to power back on in his mind, his legs took off and he tore out of the Great Hall in a blur.
* * *
Harry found the nearest wall on the outside room of the Great Hall's entrance and began to smack his head against it, much like Dobby the house elf used to do before Harry had cleverly released him from The Malfoys.
His forehead began to throb and he half-wished that Hermione (NOT Ron or Ginny, in the least- Ron would probably beat his face in and he was to embarrassed to talk to Ginny) would come out and stop him.
He was really quite glad that she was still his friend; obviously Ron wasn't and Ginny- there was no telling what was going to happen with her. And, as if to read him mind, Hermione burst through the doors beside him (inside, everyone was still silent) and grabbed his head in her hands.
His breathing heavy, Harry closed his eyes and felt icy sweat beneath the lids.
"WHAT was that all about?" Hermione asked him incredulously.
Harry gave a sigh and let his body fall against the wall limply, his feet falling at odd angles from one another in his black school shoes.
"I have no idea," he muttered.
"Well you'd better GET an idea, because Ron's going ballistic in there. His face looks like a cherry, only his teeth are bared," Hermione said to him.
"I kissed her," Harry informed her.
"I know," she said. "I was kind of watching, along with all the rest of the school."
"And I liked it," Harry added. There was a long silence for about two minutes before Hermione spoke up again, quieter than last time.
"Now THAT I did not know."
* * *
Ron wasn't talking to him. He could sense Hermione was feeling differently towards him, too. Ginny wasn't talking to him. In fact, the only people that were even paying attention to him were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who would do rude impressions of him snogging Ginny when he came into the Hall for breakfast.
Harry was certain that if he didn't feel so miserable, he would beat his ugly face to a pulp in a second.
He fest horrible about leaving Gin all by herself in the Hall, and he wanted to make it up to her; which was hard, considering he couldn't get within five feet of her without feeling nauseous.
A week went by without anyone beside him except to occasional Hermione, and Harry knew that this was the end of his friendship with Ron.
Nothing had gone right today; so far, he had dropped his books, upturned his ink bottle, knocked his potions cauldron over, and accidentally sent Dean Thomas's into a lizard in charms class.
And then, as he was studying in the library, she walked in without noticing him. Ginny opened to door quietly and walked swiftly over to the table in front of him taking no notice of Harry as she sat her bag down and went to the nearest shelf.
Harry knew he had to do something, so he ignored the feeling in the pit of his stomach which mad him want to vomit and walked soundlessly over to her isle, which was, conveniently enough, so long and tall that no one could hear their conversation.
He tapped her on the shoulder with a shaking hand and she turned abruptly, a large book labeled " Dragons and their medieval keepers" in her hands.
"H-Harry," she whispered. Harry could merely nod, afraid that if he opened his mouth his would splatter his lunch all over her. "Hi," was all she could manage to say.
Finally, after an awkward moments of quietness, Harry slowly opened his mouth, happy that nothing in liquid form had spilled out.
"I'm Sorry," was all he could say before closing his lips again. Ginny looked at him with her electric blue eyes that size of dish saucers and merely nodded.
"You-You were just excited, right?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded vigorously. For a fleeting second, Harry thought he saw a disappointed from on her face, but it was quickly replaced with a small smile.
She looked down at the floor for a moment before taking a step towards him so their faces were an inch away. Harry stopped breathing; she smelled of roses and oranges.
"Good bye, Harry Potter," she whispered in his ear before turning towards the door and leaving Harry in between the sections of books about Dragons and Flobberworms.