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Rating: PG
Summary: HP/GW fic. Girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, girl is saved from giant basilisk by boy, girl finally works up courage to tell boy how she feels...will she got shot down?
Short and sweet, review if you liked it, review if you didn't. Praise will be recorded and worshipped, flames will be used to burn things and make pretty fire.
Lion Heart
The duel with Malfoy completely forgotten, Harry looked at Ginny's retreating back in amazement. "What's up with her?" He said aloud, his voice echoing off the walls in the empty classroom. After a few more moments of puzzled reflection, Harry shook his head and left for Gryffindor Tower.
*
The next morning at breakfast, Hermione and Ginny were sitting side by side, Ginny stabbing viciously at her corn flakes, Hermione anxiously awaiting Harry's arrival. The night before they had grumbled a while longer about the sheer stupidity of the male race, before Ginny had left for her respective dorm.
But even now, hours later, Ginny still felt like grumbling. "Couldn't we just take all the men and banish them to another planet?"
Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice. "How would he reproduce?!" She exclaimed.
Her companion appeared to think this over before saying, "Well, okay. We'll keep two or three on this planet to keep the population going, but send the rest off to Pluto." Hermione closed her eyes, giggling slightly at the absurdness of it, while Ginny threw back her head and laughed.
This was the sight that met Harry's eyes as he strolled into the Great Hall, Ron at his side. "Wonder what they're laughing about," The red-head said with no small amount of curiosity.
"Dunno," Harry replied, "Probably boys, or clothes, or some other girly topic." Ron nodded in silent agreement. The moment the pair reached the girls, the laughter stopped abruptly.
"Hello Ron, Harry," Hermione said to cover up the awkwardness that both boys were oblivious to. Ron smiled at his friend and gave his little sister a pat on the head-he narrowly ducked the muffin she aimed at him-before sitting down next to her. Harry on the other hand, had barely sat down and filled his plate before Hermione was pulling him back up again.
"'Mione, what-"
"Let's go Harry, you left something important behind." Hermione said briskly, she still had a grip on his arm. Ginny was wide-eyed, and Ron was munching on a piece of toast, seemingly uninterested in anything else but his breakfast.
"What? No I didn't, I-" Harry began again, but Hermione clapped a hand over his mouth and started to drag him away from the table.
As they moved by the Slytherin table, they could see Malfoy. He looked at them oddly for a moment, then called out, "Great duel last night, Potter!" Harry tried to twist free so he could snap back at Malfoy, but Hermione's grip was too tight.
He wasn't able to wrench away until they were out of the Great Hall. "Hermione! What on Earth's the matter with you? What have I left behind that's so important?"
"This!" She half-yelled, and punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, stepping back and rubbing the injured spot, "What was that for?!"
"Because you deserved it Harry James!" Hermione retorted with a sniff. The look on Harry's face was so stunned and confused that it almost made Hermione laugh-almost.
"You dragged me out here to beat me up?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No," Hermione said as calmly as she could, "I dragged you out here to knock some sense into you. Do you even realize that Ginny was nearly in tears last night?" When Harry just gaped at her, she went on. "Honestly, I don't understand what it is with you boys. Common sense could smack you right upside the head and you still wouldn't know it. She likes you Harry."
Harry gaped a second longer, than burst out laughing. "I know that!"
"What?! You KNOW? Then why-argh!" Hermione cut off abruptly and punched him hard in the shoulder-again.
"OW! Hermione you've GOT to stop that! That's the arm I catch the snitch with." Harry said matter-o-factly.
"If you know she likes you, then why didn't you say anything?" Hermione practically screeched at him.
"Alright, let's over-react, shall we? Geez, she may like me, but she doesn't like me, like me." Harry winced at how childish he sounded. "I'm nothing but the famous Harry Potter, Ron's best friend, nothing more. She's only infatuated with me, she doesn't like me like that."
Just as Harry finished, Ginny came through the doors of the Great Hall and stopped when she saw them. "Ron wants to know if you're going to eat your breakfast, Harry. 'Cause if not, than he is."
Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes in unison. "I'll go fend him off with my fork. Ginny, stay here and talked to Harry for a moment." With that, she mouthed 'you're wrong' at Harry and left the two alone.
There was much uncomfortable fidgeting before Harry finally spoke up. "I dunno whether or not I ever thanked you for last night, but...thanks. I mean it Ginny. Thank you." She half-smiled at him, hating herself for being unable to stay mad at him. "Listen, Hermione was saying some things, and I told her that they weren't true, but she didn't believe me."
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "What kind of things?"
"Oh, about liking me and such. I-" Harry broke off as Ginny gasped and paled visibly. "What, she wasn't right...was she?"
'It's now or never, Ginny. You may never get him like this ever again.' Closing her eyes, Ginny quickly nodded her head.
Harry inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything. Here was this beautiful girl standing in front of him, eyes closed, one hand at her throat, looking for all the world that she was bracing herself for a physical blow. And she liked him. She liked him for more than being The Great Harry Potter. She liked him. Her fiery hair was falling all about her shoulders, and she was beginning to shake. And she liked him.
As always, Harry acted on instinct. Without needing to hesitate, he closed the space between them. Gently, he wove his fingers through the hand at her side, placed the other in her hair, and kissed her lips. Ginny was so shocked that she nearly fell over. This moment was too good to be true. She was here, and so was he. He hadn't laughed or walked when she confirmed his suspicions. She wasn't dreaming. He wanted this just as much as she did. She could feel it in his kiss. Eagerly she responded, and placed the hand at her throat on his chest.
Reluctantly Harry pulled away, placing a final kiss at the base of her neck. Ginny was beaming through the tears that threatened to fall. Grinning at her like a mad-man, Harry stepped back, but didn't let go of her hand. He slowly tugged her towards the doors.
"You know," Harry mused quietly, as they walked, hand-in-hand, into the Great Hall, "You never did tell what kind of distraction you had Nick cause."
Author's Notes~
So, um...yeah. I really wanted to make this only one chapter long instead of two parts, but I couldn't. This is the end though. I took one or two quotes from TV shows and whatnot. I just write them down as I remember them. Love to death? Hate with a passion? Lemme know!
Rating: PG
Summary: HP/GW fic. Girl meets boy, girl falls for boy, girl is saved from giant basilisk by boy, girl finally works up courage to tell boy how she feels...will she got shot down?
Short and sweet, review if you liked it, review if you didn't. Praise will be recorded and worshipped, flames will be used to burn things and make pretty fire.
Lion Heart
The duel with Malfoy completely forgotten, Harry looked at Ginny's retreating back in amazement. "What's up with her?" He said aloud, his voice echoing off the walls in the empty classroom. After a few more moments of puzzled reflection, Harry shook his head and left for Gryffindor Tower.
*
The next morning at breakfast, Hermione and Ginny were sitting side by side, Ginny stabbing viciously at her corn flakes, Hermione anxiously awaiting Harry's arrival. The night before they had grumbled a while longer about the sheer stupidity of the male race, before Ginny had left for her respective dorm.
But even now, hours later, Ginny still felt like grumbling. "Couldn't we just take all the men and banish them to another planet?"
Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice. "How would he reproduce?!" She exclaimed.
Her companion appeared to think this over before saying, "Well, okay. We'll keep two or three on this planet to keep the population going, but send the rest off to Pluto." Hermione closed her eyes, giggling slightly at the absurdness of it, while Ginny threw back her head and laughed.
This was the sight that met Harry's eyes as he strolled into the Great Hall, Ron at his side. "Wonder what they're laughing about," The red-head said with no small amount of curiosity.
"Dunno," Harry replied, "Probably boys, or clothes, or some other girly topic." Ron nodded in silent agreement. The moment the pair reached the girls, the laughter stopped abruptly.
"Hello Ron, Harry," Hermione said to cover up the awkwardness that both boys were oblivious to. Ron smiled at his friend and gave his little sister a pat on the head-he narrowly ducked the muffin she aimed at him-before sitting down next to her. Harry on the other hand, had barely sat down and filled his plate before Hermione was pulling him back up again.
"'Mione, what-"
"Let's go Harry, you left something important behind." Hermione said briskly, she still had a grip on his arm. Ginny was wide-eyed, and Ron was munching on a piece of toast, seemingly uninterested in anything else but his breakfast.
"What? No I didn't, I-" Harry began again, but Hermione clapped a hand over his mouth and started to drag him away from the table.
As they moved by the Slytherin table, they could see Malfoy. He looked at them oddly for a moment, then called out, "Great duel last night, Potter!" Harry tried to twist free so he could snap back at Malfoy, but Hermione's grip was too tight.
He wasn't able to wrench away until they were out of the Great Hall. "Hermione! What on Earth's the matter with you? What have I left behind that's so important?"
"This!" She half-yelled, and punched him hard in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, stepping back and rubbing the injured spot, "What was that for?!"
"Because you deserved it Harry James!" Hermione retorted with a sniff. The look on Harry's face was so stunned and confused that it almost made Hermione laugh-almost.
"You dragged me out here to beat me up?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No," Hermione said as calmly as she could, "I dragged you out here to knock some sense into you. Do you even realize that Ginny was nearly in tears last night?" When Harry just gaped at her, she went on. "Honestly, I don't understand what it is with you boys. Common sense could smack you right upside the head and you still wouldn't know it. She likes you Harry."
Harry gaped a second longer, than burst out laughing. "I know that!"
"What?! You KNOW? Then why-argh!" Hermione cut off abruptly and punched him hard in the shoulder-again.
"OW! Hermione you've GOT to stop that! That's the arm I catch the snitch with." Harry said matter-o-factly.
"If you know she likes you, then why didn't you say anything?" Hermione practically screeched at him.
"Alright, let's over-react, shall we? Geez, she may like me, but she doesn't like me, like me." Harry winced at how childish he sounded. "I'm nothing but the famous Harry Potter, Ron's best friend, nothing more. She's only infatuated with me, she doesn't like me like that."
Just as Harry finished, Ginny came through the doors of the Great Hall and stopped when she saw them. "Ron wants to know if you're going to eat your breakfast, Harry. 'Cause if not, than he is."
Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes in unison. "I'll go fend him off with my fork. Ginny, stay here and talked to Harry for a moment." With that, she mouthed 'you're wrong' at Harry and left the two alone.
There was much uncomfortable fidgeting before Harry finally spoke up. "I dunno whether or not I ever thanked you for last night, but...thanks. I mean it Ginny. Thank you." She half-smiled at him, hating herself for being unable to stay mad at him. "Listen, Hermione was saying some things, and I told her that they weren't true, but she didn't believe me."
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "What kind of things?"
"Oh, about liking me and such. I-" Harry broke off as Ginny gasped and paled visibly. "What, she wasn't right...was she?"
'It's now or never, Ginny. You may never get him like this ever again.' Closing her eyes, Ginny quickly nodded her head.
Harry inhaled sharply, but didn't say anything. Here was this beautiful girl standing in front of him, eyes closed, one hand at her throat, looking for all the world that she was bracing herself for a physical blow. And she liked him. She liked him for more than being The Great Harry Potter. She liked him. Her fiery hair was falling all about her shoulders, and she was beginning to shake. And she liked him.
As always, Harry acted on instinct. Without needing to hesitate, he closed the space between them. Gently, he wove his fingers through the hand at her side, placed the other in her hair, and kissed her lips. Ginny was so shocked that she nearly fell over. This moment was too good to be true. She was here, and so was he. He hadn't laughed or walked when she confirmed his suspicions. She wasn't dreaming. He wanted this just as much as she did. She could feel it in his kiss. Eagerly she responded, and placed the hand at her throat on his chest.
Reluctantly Harry pulled away, placing a final kiss at the base of her neck. Ginny was beaming through the tears that threatened to fall. Grinning at her like a mad-man, Harry stepped back, but didn't let go of her hand. He slowly tugged her towards the doors.
"You know," Harry mused quietly, as they walked, hand-in-hand, into the Great Hall, "You never did tell what kind of distraction you had Nick cause."
Author's Notes~
So, um...yeah. I really wanted to make this only one chapter long instead of two parts, but I couldn't. This is the end though. I took one or two quotes from TV shows and whatnot. I just write them down as I remember them. Love to death? Hate with a passion? Lemme know!