Jasmine
Courtesy of Airerédiel
Disclaimer: Airerédiel owns nothing, she claims nothing. Everything seen here [excusing the plot and the dialogue] is the property of J.K.Rowling. Airerédiel owns little more than the aged laptop she uses to produce this poor excuse of a story, and her cat. You can't have her cat, but she'd be more than willing to give up the laptop for whatever computer you are using to read this.
Chapter 3 - I'd rather not
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Harry's study was a complete shock to Ginny's system after the blankness of the outside corridor. It was painted a violent crimson with gold streaks that shimmered through it every few seconds. Harry's desk was of fine mahogany with golden clawed feet, and it was almost as wide as it was long, with papers spread over every inch. The chair behind it was high-backed red leather, and the two in front were of golden wicker with thick, gold arms.
Against one wall there were glass brackets that held various trophies, shining in gold and silver. Even the carpet was of a yellow-gold hue.
Ginny laughed. "Gryffindor to the end, Harry?"
Harry smiled coyly. "Actually, this was Percy's study. No-one else wanted to be this patriotic"
Ginny screwed up her face. "Percy? I thought he would have gone for regulation white"
They both laughed softly. "It's not that bad" Harry mused, flicking his wand to tone down the garish colour scheme.
Suddenly, Harry became serious. He pulled up a chair and motioned for Ginny to do the same.
"The reason," Harry paused for a second, staring off into space. "I was leaving my study just then, was that I wanted to talk to you. I reckon... Something's up Ginny, and I want to know what it is." Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Harry ploughed on, oblivious to Ginny who was gaping like a goldfish. "You're like a little sister to me and if anyone is hurting you Well, you know that if you told Ron, he'd" - Harry made a violent gesture in mid-air - "AndI'm not sure that's what you want to happen."
"I'd rather not talk about it," She said thickly, blinking back the tears that she didn't know she had. Harry smiled sadly, and moved to pick her up.
"Is it Ok?" He asked. Ginny nodded stiffly, and Harry picked up her prone figure and layed her down on his lap on the red leather chair. From there, he put his arms around her and continued scribbling down things on the potions essay he had been working on.
Ginny subconsciously snuggled into his chest, flat and toned from six years of quidditch practice, rising and falling with each calm breath. She didn't know how long she lay there, curled up like a big cat on Harry's lap, enjoying the warm feeling of his arms tightly around her in a protective embrace.
The hours seemed to tick by, and Harry finished his potions essay. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping Ginny, he pulled out some spare paper and scribbled down some random musings. Six came and went, then seven, eight and nine.
There was a knock on the door. Harry supposed that it would be a teacher, telling him off for keeping Ginny up so late. "Come in"
It was Malfoy. His blue eyes contracted at the sight of Ginny, lying carelessly asleep on Harry's lap.
"I'm here to talk to Virginia Weasly" he sneered in a snobbish overtone, as if he wouldn't voluntarily come into Harry's study to talk to its owner. "About her entry to restricted premises."
Harry smiled politely at his glowering adversary. "I think I'll deal with Ginny's trespass."
Malfoy glared harder at him. " I think I am the prefectual amenities manager, Potter"
Harry sighed, then glared at his quarry. "Fine, fine" He shook Ginny softly and her eyes opened slightly. "Ginny, Malfoy wants to talk to you"
Ginny was so surprised she slid off Harry's lap and onto the floor with a thump. Reddening with her clumsiness, she picked herself up of the floor.
"MMalfoy. Rright." She stuttered, drowsy from sleep and worried all the same. Malfoy ushered her through the entrance then shot Harry one final, piercing glare and snapped the door shut behind him.
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NOTE:
The Prefectual Amenities Manager hmmm, here's the mangled English again. Let's just say, each prefect has a certain job within the running of the castle.
Fluffiness Argh! Sorry, a big fluffy cloud descended on me and it wouldn't leave! Blame my muse, Twinkie.
RESPONSES!
Starlitangel64
Thankyou! :) Here's another chapter to keep you happy
The Treacle Tart
I didn't realise that your profile had that quote, but, cool. Yeah well, Ginny is quite stuffed, isn't she? Well, thanks for the review!
RenDeviL
Thanks! I try my best to be original.
allie
I am am am!
ZSlyth
Yeah, Ron likes hurting Draco, doesn't he? I have nothing against Draco, I just like to make him evil.
Razzberry
:) *grins maniacally* that's really nice of you!
Kitten
I like to keep it interesting. Thankies.
Neni
I did a chapter that was all about history, but it seemed out of place. It explains everything, but for your benefit, I'll explain. All the prefects get private rooms to study in, as well as private bedrooms.
Ginny is only paranoid, no-one knows of her relationship with Malfoy (yet) and she's not technically sleeping with him (yet). You'll see. Thnx for reviewing.
cosmoz
Hmm... I called it jasmine after the last line of the last chapter, so that'll remain unclear for a little while.
Why did it all start? That's a mystery too. I like being mysterious, but I'm not very good at it, and unanswered questions are probably annoying to my readership. For that, I'm sorry.
coolgirlchic16
We'll just have to find out, yeah?
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Airerédiel