Title: I Could Fall in Love
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Chapter 1: Life as of Now
"Ginny?"
"Yes, 'Mione?" Ginny asked, turning to look back at the girl who was already half way out the door. "Don't forget that I'm always here for you, no matter what, you have a door to knock on and a shoulder to cry on."
"Oh 'Mione! I love you, thank you so much, for everything." Ginny said, running up to give her friend a big bear hug.
"I love you , too, Gin," With one last hug, she turned to leave closing the door behind her.
Ginny turned back to her bed and plopped down on it, her golden red waves cascading down her back.
She sat there for moment absorbing the sea of silence engulfing her. She began to think about what a great friend she had in Hermione. She was definitely her closest friend, which wasn't saying much considering how few friends she actually had. But Hermione had been there whenever she was in need, and Ginny had tried to do the same for her.
As her thoughts continued, they drifted to why Hermione was there in the first place.
She and Harry, yes Harry Potter (The Boy Who Lived), had actually gone out. Amazingly, they had gone out for a couple of months, which made the break-up even harder. It had happened the day they left Hogwarts for the holidays on the train headed for Platform 9 and ¾. He had said that they wouldn't be seeing each other for over two months and even if they did, the relationship probably wouldn't work out anyway.
Naturally, she had been heartbroken and moped around the Burrow for weeks afterward. Her brothers tried to help, but being boys, they never knew what to say and tended to make her feel more miserable than she had in the first place, if that was even possible. Ron, finally getting sick of taking on Ginny's chores as well as his own, had owled Hermione. That was how their friendship had started to grow.
Hermione had comforted her and told her the complete truth about anything she wanted to know. 'Mione, as she now referred to her as, would even tell her things that she couldn't bear to hear, but had to. Like the beginning when she had kept telling herself that Harry would come crawling back, begging for her to give him her love. Hermione had shot that down the moment it had passed Ginny's lips. She had told her that she was completely off track with those thoughts and even gave evidence to support her argument. It took Ginny a long time to accept and even agree with it, but she had nonetheless.
She was finally able to move on with her life again, until now that is.
Harry had come to stay with the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer holiday. The first week Ginny had refused to look him in the eye, in fact, she refused to even look in his general direction.
Harry instantly picked up on this and felt a pang of guilt building up inside of himself. He tried furiously to push these feelings away telling himself that it would have been a lie to let the relationship continue, which it would have. But he still loved her, cared for her, he always would, yet it was in more of a sisterly fashion than romantic. Wisely, he had decided not to talk to her until she initiated a conversation with him, or at least was able to look at him, which wasn't until a week later.
They had been seated at the table eating breakfast. Ginny was staring at her pancakes as if willing them to drown in syrup. At that moment, she snapped her head up and stared at Harry. He sat, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. As abruptly as she had started the little staring contest, she ended it and flew up the stairs to her room. Harry just sat there and watched her leave.
This had happened numerous times since then. Harry, still feeling that the time hadn't come yet for him and Ginny to talk, hadn't spoken a word to her. Now, they were here at Hogwarts, not speaking to each other, and trying to avoid each other at all costs.
Which is where she was now, sitting up in her dormitory clutching a pillow tightly. Hermione had been up there to congratulate and reassure her. Dumbledoor himself had just informed her that she was an "amazingly, incredibly intelligent girl" as he put it, and deserved to be bumped up a year, placing her in her sixth year instead of her fifth, like she had thought. Now she would be in the same year as Hermione, Ron, and, unfortunately, Harry as well.
Hermione had been thrilled. Not only was Hermione Ginny's best friend, but Ginny was Hermione's as well. She had squealed with delight at the thought of rooming with Ginny. Not long after though, she had gone around pestering her fellow Gryffindors as to whether or not she should be moved up a year. Most of them had just rolled their eyes and continued eating there food.
Ron had been angry at the thought of being in the same year as his younger sister. After seeing the scowl plastered to Ginny's face, he immediately put on a fake smile and pulled her into a big hug and congratulated her. When he sat back down, he unconsciously began stabbing his food with his fork, a frown covering his face. Hermione had to struggle to suppress the giggles that were itching to get past her lips.
The rest of the Gryffindors had welcomed her with open arms, which could be taken literally for Seamus Finnigan who pulled her into a tight bear hug. Ron saw this and shot him a warning glare and Seamus let go immediately.
The only person who hadn't said anything was Harry. He sat staring at his plate as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Feeling extremely frustrated, Ginny looked up at him and said, "Well, what do you think?"
He merely looked up at her, shrugged his shoulders, and returned his gaze back down to his plate. Feeling her eyes start to moisten, she bolted out of the Great Hall and back up to her dormitory before the tears started leaking out. When she got there, she let them fall freely, soaking a good portion of the top half of her robes. Hermione had come bounding after her.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Hermione coming back up an hour later, drag out her trunk, and close the door behind her. She hadn't realized anyone was there at all until Hermione snapped her back to reality.
"K, Gin, we're ready for you." Hermione soaked in the tear streaked face and felt sad for her best friend. She knew there was nothing more that she could do and knew she would be better sometime, she just hoped it was soon.
"Uh. Oh Right! New dorm, almost forgot." Ginny choked out a fake laugh after noticing the strange look her friend was giving her.
The walked out of the room and headed towards the Girl's sixth year dormitory. As they entered the dormitory, Hermione pulled out two pieces of parchment and handed one to Ginny and kept the other for herself. "Here's our class schedule. It's ok, I guess, but the first class of the day is Potions." Ginny let out a groan. Professor Snape taught potions and everyone knew he hated Gryffindors. It was easily the worst class of the day. ". with Slytherin." Hermione finished. Ginny released another groan and lay back on her bed. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't get along, Snape and Gryffindors didn't get along. This was gonna be one hell of a year.
She closed her eyes and was instantly asleep.
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A/N: Alright, I know there is no Draco at all in this chapter, but I assure you he will be in the next chapter and the plot will start. First chapters are always the hardest to write, at least for me, so if it doesn't tickle your fancy yet, PLEASE at least read the next chapter. I garauntee it will be loads better than this.
Also please REVIEW!! I can't update without knowing what the readers think.
Thanks much!!
~Melz
Chapter 1: Life as of Now
"Ginny?"
"Yes, 'Mione?" Ginny asked, turning to look back at the girl who was already half way out the door. "Don't forget that I'm always here for you, no matter what, you have a door to knock on and a shoulder to cry on."
"Oh 'Mione! I love you, thank you so much, for everything." Ginny said, running up to give her friend a big bear hug.
"I love you , too, Gin," With one last hug, she turned to leave closing the door behind her.
Ginny turned back to her bed and plopped down on it, her golden red waves cascading down her back.
She sat there for moment absorbing the sea of silence engulfing her. She began to think about what a great friend she had in Hermione. She was definitely her closest friend, which wasn't saying much considering how few friends she actually had. But Hermione had been there whenever she was in need, and Ginny had tried to do the same for her.
As her thoughts continued, they drifted to why Hermione was there in the first place.
She and Harry, yes Harry Potter (The Boy Who Lived), had actually gone out. Amazingly, they had gone out for a couple of months, which made the break-up even harder. It had happened the day they left Hogwarts for the holidays on the train headed for Platform 9 and ¾. He had said that they wouldn't be seeing each other for over two months and even if they did, the relationship probably wouldn't work out anyway.
Naturally, she had been heartbroken and moped around the Burrow for weeks afterward. Her brothers tried to help, but being boys, they never knew what to say and tended to make her feel more miserable than she had in the first place, if that was even possible. Ron, finally getting sick of taking on Ginny's chores as well as his own, had owled Hermione. That was how their friendship had started to grow.
Hermione had comforted her and told her the complete truth about anything she wanted to know. 'Mione, as she now referred to her as, would even tell her things that she couldn't bear to hear, but had to. Like the beginning when she had kept telling herself that Harry would come crawling back, begging for her to give him her love. Hermione had shot that down the moment it had passed Ginny's lips. She had told her that she was completely off track with those thoughts and even gave evidence to support her argument. It took Ginny a long time to accept and even agree with it, but she had nonetheless.
She was finally able to move on with her life again, until now that is.
Harry had come to stay with the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer holiday. The first week Ginny had refused to look him in the eye, in fact, she refused to even look in his general direction.
Harry instantly picked up on this and felt a pang of guilt building up inside of himself. He tried furiously to push these feelings away telling himself that it would have been a lie to let the relationship continue, which it would have. But he still loved her, cared for her, he always would, yet it was in more of a sisterly fashion than romantic. Wisely, he had decided not to talk to her until she initiated a conversation with him, or at least was able to look at him, which wasn't until a week later.
They had been seated at the table eating breakfast. Ginny was staring at her pancakes as if willing them to drown in syrup. At that moment, she snapped her head up and stared at Harry. He sat, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. As abruptly as she had started the little staring contest, she ended it and flew up the stairs to her room. Harry just sat there and watched her leave.
This had happened numerous times since then. Harry, still feeling that the time hadn't come yet for him and Ginny to talk, hadn't spoken a word to her. Now, they were here at Hogwarts, not speaking to each other, and trying to avoid each other at all costs.
Which is where she was now, sitting up in her dormitory clutching a pillow tightly. Hermione had been up there to congratulate and reassure her. Dumbledoor himself had just informed her that she was an "amazingly, incredibly intelligent girl" as he put it, and deserved to be bumped up a year, placing her in her sixth year instead of her fifth, like she had thought. Now she would be in the same year as Hermione, Ron, and, unfortunately, Harry as well.
Hermione had been thrilled. Not only was Hermione Ginny's best friend, but Ginny was Hermione's as well. She had squealed with delight at the thought of rooming with Ginny. Not long after though, she had gone around pestering her fellow Gryffindors as to whether or not she should be moved up a year. Most of them had just rolled their eyes and continued eating there food.
Ron had been angry at the thought of being in the same year as his younger sister. After seeing the scowl plastered to Ginny's face, he immediately put on a fake smile and pulled her into a big hug and congratulated her. When he sat back down, he unconsciously began stabbing his food with his fork, a frown covering his face. Hermione had to struggle to suppress the giggles that were itching to get past her lips.
The rest of the Gryffindors had welcomed her with open arms, which could be taken literally for Seamus Finnigan who pulled her into a tight bear hug. Ron saw this and shot him a warning glare and Seamus let go immediately.
The only person who hadn't said anything was Harry. He sat staring at his plate as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Feeling extremely frustrated, Ginny looked up at him and said, "Well, what do you think?"
He merely looked up at her, shrugged his shoulders, and returned his gaze back down to his plate. Feeling her eyes start to moisten, she bolted out of the Great Hall and back up to her dormitory before the tears started leaking out. When she got there, she let them fall freely, soaking a good portion of the top half of her robes. Hermione had come bounding after her.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Hermione coming back up an hour later, drag out her trunk, and close the door behind her. She hadn't realized anyone was there at all until Hermione snapped her back to reality.
"K, Gin, we're ready for you." Hermione soaked in the tear streaked face and felt sad for her best friend. She knew there was nothing more that she could do and knew she would be better sometime, she just hoped it was soon.
"Uh. Oh Right! New dorm, almost forgot." Ginny choked out a fake laugh after noticing the strange look her friend was giving her.
The walked out of the room and headed towards the Girl's sixth year dormitory. As they entered the dormitory, Hermione pulled out two pieces of parchment and handed one to Ginny and kept the other for herself. "Here's our class schedule. It's ok, I guess, but the first class of the day is Potions." Ginny let out a groan. Professor Snape taught potions and everyone knew he hated Gryffindors. It was easily the worst class of the day. ". with Slytherin." Hermione finished. Ginny released another groan and lay back on her bed. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't get along, Snape and Gryffindors didn't get along. This was gonna be one hell of a year.
She closed her eyes and was instantly asleep.
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A/N: Alright, I know there is no Draco at all in this chapter, but I assure you he will be in the next chapter and the plot will start. First chapters are always the hardest to write, at least for me, so if it doesn't tickle your fancy yet, PLEASE at least read the next chapter. I garauntee it will be loads better than this.
Also please REVIEW!! I can't update without knowing what the readers think.
Thanks much!!
~Melz