((Azalai: Okay, I'm glad you're enjoying it. ..
Lee: Again, I am sorry about the short chapters, that's just my style of writing. The spell is supposed to last a year. They may get it off before then, they may not. ..I'm not telling;).
Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing.
A/n: I finally got a signature pic for this story! Okay, the artist died hundreds of years before I was born, and probably had nothing like this fic in mind, but it's of a red-headed girl holding a white ferret, so it's better than nothing. Although, if any of you fan-artists out there want to do something better, that'd be great!:) Here's the url:
http://beyondbooks.com/art11/images/00028852.jpg
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As had become her habit, Ginny slipped into the dining room a few minutes before the rest got there. She put Silver down on the table, giving him a bit of her breakfast before they heard the first footsteps, in the hall, sending him into hiding once more. She shook her head, a slight sigh escaping from her throat. As each day had passed, Silver had grown more and more at ease with her, but he still seemed to be afraid of others.
"Hi, Ginny."
"Hi, Harry," she replied mechanically, for a moment not shifting her attention from the bit of toast she was slipping Silver. But as she realized what had happened, her head snapped up in surprise. She wasn't the only one. All down the table, startled looks were being exchanged. Even, though she didn't know it, UNDER the table.
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Draco's head tilted slightly at that bland phrase. Ginny Weasley responding to Harry Potter in a flat, unemotional tone? Not exactly what he would expect. That ridiculous crush of hers hadn't shown any signs of change since she'd come to Hogwarts - and the sudden silence from above indicated that this opinion had been widely held. However, after a moment, conversation resumed, with no further mention made of the subject.
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A moment ago, she'd been quite hungry, but Ginny suddenly found herself with little appetite for the plate before her. Instead, she sat, not listening to the chattering voices that swirled around her, and lost herself in thought. Harry. She thought his name, waiting expectantly for the red flush, the quickened pulse, the catch in her breath. They didn't come. Purposely, she brought up the image of a favorite daydream - herself and Harry, dancing in the Great Hall, at some ball or another, him leaning in close to gently kiss her...but still, she felt nothing.
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Lee: Again, I am sorry about the short chapters, that's just my style of writing. The spell is supposed to last a year. They may get it off before then, they may not. ..I'm not telling;).
Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing.
A/n: I finally got a signature pic for this story! Okay, the artist died hundreds of years before I was born, and probably had nothing like this fic in mind, but it's of a red-headed girl holding a white ferret, so it's better than nothing. Although, if any of you fan-artists out there want to do something better, that'd be great!:) Here's the url:
http://beyondbooks.com/art11/images/00028852.jpg
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As had become her habit, Ginny slipped into the dining room a few minutes before the rest got there. She put Silver down on the table, giving him a bit of her breakfast before they heard the first footsteps, in the hall, sending him into hiding once more. She shook her head, a slight sigh escaping from her throat. As each day had passed, Silver had grown more and more at ease with her, but he still seemed to be afraid of others.
"Hi, Ginny."
"Hi, Harry," she replied mechanically, for a moment not shifting her attention from the bit of toast she was slipping Silver. But as she realized what had happened, her head snapped up in surprise. She wasn't the only one. All down the table, startled looks were being exchanged. Even, though she didn't know it, UNDER the table.
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/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
Draco's head tilted slightly at that bland phrase. Ginny Weasley responding to Harry Potter in a flat, unemotional tone? Not exactly what he would expect. That ridiculous crush of hers hadn't shown any signs of change since she'd come to Hogwarts - and the sudden silence from above indicated that this opinion had been widely held. However, after a moment, conversation resumed, with no further mention made of the subject.
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
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A moment ago, she'd been quite hungry, but Ginny suddenly found herself with little appetite for the plate before her. Instead, she sat, not listening to the chattering voices that swirled around her, and lost herself in thought. Harry. She thought his name, waiting expectantly for the red flush, the quickened pulse, the catch in her breath. They didn't come. Purposely, she brought up the image of a favorite daydream - herself and Harry, dancing in the Great Hall, at some ball or another, him leaning in close to gently kiss her...but still, she felt nothing.
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