Correspondence: Chapter Two- Familiar Routine
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AN- Well I am all happy and hyper! Why? Because hooray. At last there has
been a date set for the release of Order of the Phoenix! 21st June! Can you
believe it?
Will it be different in the US or the same? I don't know. But here In the
UK it's 21st June! Yay!
Anyway:
AnimeGirlMika: Thanks again for your support. The reason I didn't send an e-
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receive them I haven't been able to send them. Hopefully my friend is going
to sort that out for me soon. (Yay for computer experts who live in the
same street!)
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24th January: Hogwarts
Ginny smiled as she read through her latest letter from Hermione. As always it was brimming with enthusiasm and intelligence.
Hermione's letter was always the last letter she read. For a number of reasons: firstly she felt compelled to read Harry's first (she didn't know why she just did), Ron's had to come next (he was her brother after all, and Hermione's came last because hers would contain more information and what the boy's had been vague on would become clear after reading Hermione's letter. In other words, Hermione took more care with her letters.
It was now a familiar routine, the correspondence of the four. Ginny took pride in the fact that they still wrote to her. Even though they must now she her as the silly little school girl. After all they faced much bigger dilemmas than she did.
Hermione's latest letter read:
Dear Ginny, How are things at Hogwarts? Good I hope. And what about that boy you told me about, Frank Churchill? Head Boy isn't he? Has he noticed you yet? That would be sweet for the head boy and girl to be together. Like they were in Percy's day. (Him and Penny). I am glad to say that I was not the Head Boy's girlfriend. That would have meant your brother! Yes I know what you would say about him and me. But you're wrong. We'll only ever just be friends. I am certain of it. Here things are getting tense. With exams less than a month away and the situation will Voldemort getting worse. I have the feeling we will be called out soon. Untrained or not. Sorry, I did not mean to depress you. Harry and Ron are happy enough and Neville is turning out to be a fine medi-auror. Just like we all said he would. I must go; there is a test tomorrow morning. I must revise! Look after yourself, Love from Hermione.
Ginny smiled, Hermione's words in relation to Ron, had a hidden meaning. They were saying: "Help me I'm totally in love with him and don't know what to do." But of course, Hermione would never just come out and say that: no she would go on denying it.
She sat alone in the common room, Fiona and Colin having disappeared hours ago. Reaching for a quill, ink and parchment, she replied to Hermione first, this too was routine. She went in reverse order of reading- Hermione, Ron, then Harry. For some reason Harry's always seemed to take much longer than the rest. It was like she had to be careful what she said to him.
Dear Hermione, she wrote,
Things are pretty much the same with Frank. Oh but he is lovely! I was hoping he'd ask me to the Valentines Ball, (Dumbledore said we needed some cheering up, so he'd give us a ball) but all the girl's like him. Many a lot prettier and a lot more captivating than me. So what hope do I have? Mind you the other day he was looking at me in such a way that.
* 30th January: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham * Hermione walked out of her last class for the day, bone weary and extremely worried. She was far too tired, her eyelids were heavy and there were dark rings around her eyes. Not to mention how pale she looked.
All of this was noted by Ron, who followed her out, shadowing her closely. She did not speak to him but obviously she knew he was there.
"Hermione?" He said softly.
"Hmm?" She replied distantly.
"Are you all right?" He asked her.
"Yes, I just didn't get enough sleep last night.that's all." She said yawning.
"You're worrying about your parents aren't you? I'm not stupid Hermione. UI know that last attack was near where you live! Near them! You know Voldemort is getting closer to them, and it's eating away at you." Ron said, softly.
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with un-shed tears. "Yes," She mumbled you're right."
A few days earlier there had been one of the worst muggle attacks ever, and it had occurred very near to where Hermione's parents lived and worked. Hermione had been quiet and tense ever since, not confiding in anyone. Such was her way.
She looked so vulnerable to Ron; his need to protect her was stronger than ever. He wrapped his arms around her, in what was almost a more than brotherly fashion, and let her cry into his chest.
"I don't know what to do!" She said, looking up to him, "I could help but I'm not allowed to until we've finished the training course which won't be until summer. I feel so helpless!"
"Ssh," He soothed her, "I feel like that too, we all do. Harry, me you Neville. Everyone here. And you getting into danger won't help your parents."
They stood there like that for a few moments before Ron realised what he was doing. Embarrassed he let go of her. She blushed too but said nothing.
In silence they walked back to the common room area together.
"You should try and get some sleep," He said to her, "I can tell you need it."
"No, no, I want to revise that chapter on the Hertuni Curse," She said.
"Ok, then promise me you'll go to bed when you've done that."
"But I.so much work." She muttered.
"Promise me?" She pressed her.
"Ok," She said relenting wearily, "I'll do this then go to bed."
Ron went straight up to his room. Where he sat for an hour or so in deep thought and once again looked at the item her brought in Durham on the day after Hermione's birthday. But put it away.
When he went back down, Hermione was asleep on the couch, a textbook open in her lap, forgotten. Smiling he looked down at her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. No! Hadn't he promised himself that he wouldn't think these thoughts anymore?
Still, his gaze was filled with adoration as she looked upon her.
* 1st February: Hogwarts *
Ginny looked at Frank Clearwater, amazed. She stared at her crush in utter astonishment.
"You're asking me to the ball?" She asked incredosuly.
"Yes," He replied, "I am asking you, because you are simply, the most beautiful, funny, smart and radiant girl in all of Hogwarts!"
She couldn't believe her ears, this was a moment she had dreamt of, for ages, and now here it was: come true. The most sort after boy in Hogwarts was asking her, Ginny Weasley to the Valentines Ball!
"So will you go?" He asked, unbelievably hopeful.
"Yes, yes of course I will!"
Later that day, she was telling Fiona all about it. For some reason, Fiona frowned.
"I don't know Ginny" She said, doubtfully.
"What?"
"It's just that three's something suspicious about him." Fiona said, slowly as if trying not to upset her friend.
"What do you mean? He's lovely, so charming, and so sweet, how can you possibly find fault with him?" Ginny said.
"I don't know it's just a feeling but I can't shake it." Fiona said, "Just watch out ok?"
Ginny frowned; any other girl and Ginny would have thought they were just jealous. But Fiona was her best friend, and happy with Collin anyway. She trusted Fiona and suddenly the seed of doubt was planted in her mind over Frank. Of course the fact that Fiona was very good at Divination seemed to make her warning seem all the more worth heeding.
* The nest day: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham *
Harry felt oddly disappointed when he read Ginny's letter. He couldn't explain it, but her new found relationship with this Frank Clearwater annoyed him. Worried him.
He was moved even to throw the letter into the fire. He instantly regretted it, he had kept all of her other letters. Why burn this one?
Jealousy, surely not? He had never felt anything for Ginny Weasley, even when she used to fawn over him.
Was he jealous?
Yes
His sub-conscience was telling him. Angrily he ignored it, he wasn't jealous!
* 14th February: Hogwarts *
Ginny was enjoying the ball. She looked lovely Frank told her. Indeed many eyes were turned towards the head girl. She wore robes of a deep sapphire blue colour that contrasted in a pretty way with her flaming red hair that unlike most of the other girls had been left to cascade down her back reaching as far as her waist. This in itself was unusual; she wore it fastened or plaited most of the time.
She danced the night away with Frank, who had eyes only for her. Or so it seemed.
She was getting a rather hostile stare from another prefect, a girl called Jane Farseek. She had, at first like Jane but as she got to know her better, Ginny had found her increasingly annoying. She could only think that Jane liked Frank herself, for she was not at all happy with Ginny.
When the evening drew to a close, Frank took her out into the entrance hall, and kissed her. It was wilder more passionate than anything she had experienced before, and left her somewhat breathless.
"See you tomorrow," He said walking away.
"Yeah tomorrow," She said to his retreating back. Fiona's words, once again entering her head, 'It's just that three's something suspicious about him'.
* The same day: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham *
Harry sat with Ron, the day had ended and Hermione had gone to bed. Harry hadn't been able to get the thought of Ginny dancing with some other boy out of his head all evening.
Ron too was in deep reverie. He had nearly done it; he had neaely let loose his barriers and told Hermione at last how he felt. But no, again he had chickened out! Or was he being wise. Was not telling her the best thing to do? He didn't know, didn't want to know. She scared him, his feelings for her ran so deep they were beyond his own comprehension. Sometimes, it wasn't love it was just an intense friendship that after everything they had been through together was exceptionally strong. Yes, there was no doubt he loved her in that way.
Other times, it was so different, other times he loved her in a way that he had never loved anyone. She was so special to him and he didn't quite understand how.
One thing he was certain of, Hermione didn't think this of him.
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AN- Short I know, but sweet? Lol, please review!
Ginny smiled as she read through her latest letter from Hermione. As always it was brimming with enthusiasm and intelligence.
Hermione's letter was always the last letter she read. For a number of reasons: firstly she felt compelled to read Harry's first (she didn't know why she just did), Ron's had to come next (he was her brother after all, and Hermione's came last because hers would contain more information and what the boy's had been vague on would become clear after reading Hermione's letter. In other words, Hermione took more care with her letters.
It was now a familiar routine, the correspondence of the four. Ginny took pride in the fact that they still wrote to her. Even though they must now she her as the silly little school girl. After all they faced much bigger dilemmas than she did.
Hermione's latest letter read:
Dear Ginny, How are things at Hogwarts? Good I hope. And what about that boy you told me about, Frank Churchill? Head Boy isn't he? Has he noticed you yet? That would be sweet for the head boy and girl to be together. Like they were in Percy's day. (Him and Penny). I am glad to say that I was not the Head Boy's girlfriend. That would have meant your brother! Yes I know what you would say about him and me. But you're wrong. We'll only ever just be friends. I am certain of it. Here things are getting tense. With exams less than a month away and the situation will Voldemort getting worse. I have the feeling we will be called out soon. Untrained or not. Sorry, I did not mean to depress you. Harry and Ron are happy enough and Neville is turning out to be a fine medi-auror. Just like we all said he would. I must go; there is a test tomorrow morning. I must revise! Look after yourself, Love from Hermione.
Ginny smiled, Hermione's words in relation to Ron, had a hidden meaning. They were saying: "Help me I'm totally in love with him and don't know what to do." But of course, Hermione would never just come out and say that: no she would go on denying it.
She sat alone in the common room, Fiona and Colin having disappeared hours ago. Reaching for a quill, ink and parchment, she replied to Hermione first, this too was routine. She went in reverse order of reading- Hermione, Ron, then Harry. For some reason Harry's always seemed to take much longer than the rest. It was like she had to be careful what she said to him.
Dear Hermione, she wrote,
Things are pretty much the same with Frank. Oh but he is lovely! I was hoping he'd ask me to the Valentines Ball, (Dumbledore said we needed some cheering up, so he'd give us a ball) but all the girl's like him. Many a lot prettier and a lot more captivating than me. So what hope do I have? Mind you the other day he was looking at me in such a way that.
* 30th January: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham * Hermione walked out of her last class for the day, bone weary and extremely worried. She was far too tired, her eyelids were heavy and there were dark rings around her eyes. Not to mention how pale she looked.
All of this was noted by Ron, who followed her out, shadowing her closely. She did not speak to him but obviously she knew he was there.
"Hermione?" He said softly.
"Hmm?" She replied distantly.
"Are you all right?" He asked her.
"Yes, I just didn't get enough sleep last night.that's all." She said yawning.
"You're worrying about your parents aren't you? I'm not stupid Hermione. UI know that last attack was near where you live! Near them! You know Voldemort is getting closer to them, and it's eating away at you." Ron said, softly.
She turned to face him, her eyes shining with un-shed tears. "Yes," She mumbled you're right."
A few days earlier there had been one of the worst muggle attacks ever, and it had occurred very near to where Hermione's parents lived and worked. Hermione had been quiet and tense ever since, not confiding in anyone. Such was her way.
She looked so vulnerable to Ron; his need to protect her was stronger than ever. He wrapped his arms around her, in what was almost a more than brotherly fashion, and let her cry into his chest.
"I don't know what to do!" She said, looking up to him, "I could help but I'm not allowed to until we've finished the training course which won't be until summer. I feel so helpless!"
"Ssh," He soothed her, "I feel like that too, we all do. Harry, me you Neville. Everyone here. And you getting into danger won't help your parents."
They stood there like that for a few moments before Ron realised what he was doing. Embarrassed he let go of her. She blushed too but said nothing.
In silence they walked back to the common room area together.
"You should try and get some sleep," He said to her, "I can tell you need it."
"No, no, I want to revise that chapter on the Hertuni Curse," She said.
"Ok, then promise me you'll go to bed when you've done that."
"But I.so much work." She muttered.
"Promise me?" She pressed her.
"Ok," She said relenting wearily, "I'll do this then go to bed."
Ron went straight up to his room. Where he sat for an hour or so in deep thought and once again looked at the item her brought in Durham on the day after Hermione's birthday. But put it away.
When he went back down, Hermione was asleep on the couch, a textbook open in her lap, forgotten. Smiling he looked down at her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. No! Hadn't he promised himself that he wouldn't think these thoughts anymore?
Still, his gaze was filled with adoration as she looked upon her.
* 1st February: Hogwarts *
Ginny looked at Frank Clearwater, amazed. She stared at her crush in utter astonishment.
"You're asking me to the ball?" She asked incredosuly.
"Yes," He replied, "I am asking you, because you are simply, the most beautiful, funny, smart and radiant girl in all of Hogwarts!"
She couldn't believe her ears, this was a moment she had dreamt of, for ages, and now here it was: come true. The most sort after boy in Hogwarts was asking her, Ginny Weasley to the Valentines Ball!
"So will you go?" He asked, unbelievably hopeful.
"Yes, yes of course I will!"
Later that day, she was telling Fiona all about it. For some reason, Fiona frowned.
"I don't know Ginny" She said, doubtfully.
"What?"
"It's just that three's something suspicious about him." Fiona said, slowly as if trying not to upset her friend.
"What do you mean? He's lovely, so charming, and so sweet, how can you possibly find fault with him?" Ginny said.
"I don't know it's just a feeling but I can't shake it." Fiona said, "Just watch out ok?"
Ginny frowned; any other girl and Ginny would have thought they were just jealous. But Fiona was her best friend, and happy with Collin anyway. She trusted Fiona and suddenly the seed of doubt was planted in her mind over Frank. Of course the fact that Fiona was very good at Divination seemed to make her warning seem all the more worth heeding.
* The nest day: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham *
Harry felt oddly disappointed when he read Ginny's letter. He couldn't explain it, but her new found relationship with this Frank Clearwater annoyed him. Worried him.
He was moved even to throw the letter into the fire. He instantly regretted it, he had kept all of her other letters. Why burn this one?
Jealousy, surely not? He had never felt anything for Ginny Weasley, even when she used to fawn over him.
Was he jealous?
Yes
His sub-conscience was telling him. Angrily he ignored it, he wasn't jealous!
* 14th February: Hogwarts *
Ginny was enjoying the ball. She looked lovely Frank told her. Indeed many eyes were turned towards the head girl. She wore robes of a deep sapphire blue colour that contrasted in a pretty way with her flaming red hair that unlike most of the other girls had been left to cascade down her back reaching as far as her waist. This in itself was unusual; she wore it fastened or plaited most of the time.
She danced the night away with Frank, who had eyes only for her. Or so it seemed.
She was getting a rather hostile stare from another prefect, a girl called Jane Farseek. She had, at first like Jane but as she got to know her better, Ginny had found her increasingly annoying. She could only think that Jane liked Frank herself, for she was not at all happy with Ginny.
When the evening drew to a close, Frank took her out into the entrance hall, and kissed her. It was wilder more passionate than anything she had experienced before, and left her somewhat breathless.
"See you tomorrow," He said walking away.
"Yeah tomorrow," She said to his retreating back. Fiona's words, once again entering her head, 'It's just that three's something suspicious about him'.
* The same day: Young Auror's Training Centre in County Durham *
Harry sat with Ron, the day had ended and Hermione had gone to bed. Harry hadn't been able to get the thought of Ginny dancing with some other boy out of his head all evening.
Ron too was in deep reverie. He had nearly done it; he had neaely let loose his barriers and told Hermione at last how he felt. But no, again he had chickened out! Or was he being wise. Was not telling her the best thing to do? He didn't know, didn't want to know. She scared him, his feelings for her ran so deep they were beyond his own comprehension. Sometimes, it wasn't love it was just an intense friendship that after everything they had been through together was exceptionally strong. Yes, there was no doubt he loved her in that way.
Other times, it was so different, other times he loved her in a way that he had never loved anyone. She was so special to him and he didn't quite understand how.
One thing he was certain of, Hermione didn't think this of him.
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AN- Short I know, but sweet? Lol, please review!