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A/N: Hey everybody, sorry it took me soooo long to update... but I just didn't feel it coming to me... anyways, I wanted to tell you that I have also updated the first two chapters slightly. Mostly correcting a bunch of typos. But if you wanted to know and maybe read again... So... on with the next chapter.
Chapter 3: Conexus Apparet
Waking up in Hermione's bed the next morning wasn't all that bad, Ginny decided. Although she felt a little sore after last night excursions she could still appreciate the full nights sleep and the soft four-poster she was lying in. Why wasn't her own as soft as this?
Since it was almost lunch there were no other girls in the dormitory. Not that there would have been a lot of people there anyway, but still. Ginny counted only two other four-posters. One for Parvati and one for Lavender. What a difference from her own dormitory where six four-posters were..., well not squeezed in but they didn't have as much personal space as the fourth years.
After laying there for half an hour letting her eyes get adjusted to the bright sunlight from the windows, she finally decided to get up to her own dormitory and get dressed. But stepping into the shower she noticed the still fresh scar on her right arm and a strong surge of worry washed over her. Not for herself or her arm but for Harry. How was he doing? How was he feeling? 'He is probably still in the hospital wing,'she reasoned, 'being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey.' She desperately wanted to go there to see him. To see if he was ok. But then again, what was she supposed to say to him?
'Hi, Harry. You know what? I had the weirdest thing happening to me last night and I think I was in you somehow.' No, she couldn't. But she wanted to talk to somebody about it. And for some reason the first person to come to her mind was Hermione.
Ginny found Hermione at dinner, sitting with Ron and Harry. Ron was obviously telling the others a secret because the minute he made eye contact with her he stopped talking.
"Hello, nice to see you to!" Ginny said to Ron.
"Oh hi, Ginny." Hermione said, just noticing her. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than yesterday." She said truthfully. "Could I perhaps have a word with you after dinner?"
"Sure!" Hermione said and they ate the rest of the meal in silence.
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After dinner the two girls sent Ron and Harry away to the Gryffindor tower, while the ventured outside in search for a quiet place down by the lake.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Hermione said, with a hint of worry in her voice, after they had sat down.
"I want to talk to you about last night." Hermione's expression hardly changed and Ginny went on retelling all of what she had heard and seen the night before. It felt like a water fall. As soon as the first words were out she couldn't stop herself. She told Hermione everything. And when she was done they both just sat there looking out over the lake. It was Hermione who at last broke the silence.
"Well, I believe it is safe to assume that what you experienced was somehow also what Harry saw and felt." Ginny nodded. There was another silence before Hermione ventured again. "I think we should go to the library."
Ginny, as if suddenly mute, nodded again. And so they got up and went inside, passing a very surprised madam Pince.
"Aren't you supposed to be outside in this nice weather?" She asked, but they just shrugged and went past her to the shelves with books on strange experiences. Such as possession by spirits and so so on. But after nearly two hours of searching through almost every book on those shelves Ginny found that neither of the accountancies fitted her own experience.
"This is hopeless!" She said, slamming her book shut, and thereby earning a reproving look from madam Pince.
"I'm almost ready to agree with you." Hermione said. "But there's got to be something we're missing..." Her brow furrowed and she chewed on her quill. "Let's think. Who were involved? You and Harry, of course, and You-know- who... Wormtail..."
"Who's Wormtail, do you know?" Hermione thought for a moment of telling her the whole story but decided it would have to wait.
"Just a death-eater, and a coward. Anyway, where were we? Yes, Cedric were there a short while and a bunch of other death-eaters... Can you think of anything you might have in common with all of these people?" Now it was Ginny's turn to think.
"No," she said slowly "but I do have something in common with Harry and You- know-who." Remembering her dream. "Harry saved my life from him in my first year, remember?" Hermione emitted a happy squeal, which was not allowed according to madam Pince, who came over and told them to get out.
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On their way back to Gryffindor tower the two girls chatted happily about their summer plans. And when they reached the fat Lady they gave her the password, canary cream, and stepped into the relatively crowded common room. There they sat down for a while waiting for Ron and Harry to come back from whatever they were doing at the moment.
"So, about this summer," Hermione said. "why don't you come along with your brother to my place for a week or two? Harry will be there." The last she added with a mischievous smile. Ginny felt a slight blush on her cheeks but said.
"I'd love to come. But I want you to know it is not because of Harry. I'm over him by now" 'I'm such a liar!'
"Really? Is that why you're blushing?" Hermione teased. "And is that also why you experienced a more vivid connection with your savior than anyone else ever has?" Ginny gasped.
"What are you talking about?" A smile played on Hermione's lips.
"I've actually read about this kind of connection with a wizard saving another wizard before, and also now, but none had such a strong connection as you did. And it is common knowledge that love makes any connection stronger."
"Why didn't you say anything? Ginny demanded to know, not very happy with the way things were turning out.
"I wanted you to find out for yourself." At that moment the boys entered the common room and both girls knew the conversation was over. Instead Hermione turned to Harry and asked how he was doing. He said he was fine. Ginny tried very hard not to look at him. She was somehow too embarrassed with all that had happened. Not that she hadn't known about her feelings for Harry and how they had gotten stronger over the years but... love?... She wasn't so sure.
Hermione shook her out of her reverie by saying.
"...Ginny is coming over with you guys to my place this summer." Ron let out a groan.
"Does she have to? Can't I just get one week of break from her?"
"Ronald Weasly! Watch your tongue. She's your sister, AND she's sitting right here, you know!"
"Oh, sorry sis." He didn't sound very sorry.
"Whatever." Ginny was tired, so she excused herself and went to bed. But sleep didn't come easily. She lay awake and thought about Harry. His emerald green eyes which today hade seemed so... distant. Like he was in another world. She felt sorry for him, she wanted to be able to go down there and comfort him. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. He wouldn't let her because he didn't see her. At least that's what the voice in her head told her right before she fell asleep.
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A couple of weeks later Ginny found herself at the Grangers. She liked it there. They had a nice, big house, Ginny had got her own room, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger were very nice. She, Ron and Harry had been there for a few days now and they had gone swimming almost every day in the lake just outside the house. Today, going on tomorrow, camping were on schedule. Ginny liked camping, or at least she had done so the last time at the Quidditch World Cup, even though there had been a bad ending to that one.
When Ginny had looked out of her window that morning there had been nothing but sunshine, and that was also how it was right now too, when they were packing all the necessities into four big backpacks and everybody seemed to be in a good mood. They were chatting happily about just everything and nothing. And this mood was still evident when they put on their backpacks and said good bye to Hermione's parents.
They were walking to the other side of the lake. Where they. under much foul language from Ron, put up their tents. Since they were still under aged wizards and witches they couldn't use magic. But after what seemed like an eternity the tents were finally up and they could jump into their respective swim-wear and run into the cool and clear water.
Hermione who had done some diving in her local club before Hogwarts showed of a little with turning an almost perfect somersault from a rock sticking up out of the water. And Harry and Ron swam a few times back and forth each time going a little further. It now became evident who was the most fit of the two boys. 'Not that Ron is unfit but Harry has a great looking body with just the right muscles on the right places. Greatly owing to quidditch practices and this summers helping the Dursleys with keeping their garden and garage in perfect shape.' Ginny thought while hardly being able to take her eyes away from him. He was simply the best looking guy she had ever laid eyes upon.
Later that night they were sitting around the campfire, made the muggleway, telling stories from before they all knew each other. Ginny had great fun when Hermione told them about his boy she used to like in kindergarden but he hadn't liked her back. And one day she stopped waiting for him to start liking her and got a little mad at him for not doing so. So she made him trip at lunch and fall face down into his mashed potatoes. The whole school had been there and laughed at him, including Hermione. This continued into the night when Ron suddenly had a bright flash.
"Hey, Hermione. Weren't you supposed to go to Bulgaria this summer?" Ginny groaned inwardly. Why did her brother have to be such a prat sometimes? Hermione blushed slightly and then replied with.
"Well, you know... I was supposed to. But then I decided I'd rather be here and spend time with you guys."
'Nice save' Ginny thought as her eyes reached Harry's and he gave her a knowing smile. She smiled back, happy that it was now too dark for anyone to see her cheeks go red.
"I'll be back in a sec." She said and went into the woods to take a leak. But on her way back she heard a familiar voice whisper her name. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"Sch, they'll hear you!"
"So?"
"Look, I've got something important to tell you."
"Go on..." Ginny felt her heart racing.
"Well, you've seen them go on and on with each other all week now, right?" Ginny nodded, " And I just thought that if you'd help me we could finally get them together tonight." Ginny who was also eager to get them to finally realize what was right underneath their noses said.
"What did you have in mind?" She couldn't see but she knew he was smiling at her.
"I thought that we could make them sleep in the same tent."
"How are we supposed to make that happen?"
"I'm not sure if it'll work yet, but you know how Hermione is allergic to pollen, right? And you cannot stand the smell in our tent." She nodded. "Well, you take this and spread it out in your tent." He handed her a glass phial. "And we'll say it just blew in there. Then you two can't sleep together and I'll offer her my place in the other tent." She looked at him reluctantly. Did he really think this was going to work?
"You do realize, of course, that Ron will not want to have you sleep in the same tent as me."
"Oh, dang it! Didn't think of that." Harry thought about it for a minute. "But wait. What if you let in a small spider there? He wouldn't mind me getting that space then!" Now it was Ginny's turn to think.
"Maybe not, but it's a very risky plan. And where are we going to find the little spider in the pitch dark?" She was skeptical to say the least.
"Right there." Harry said pointing to a webb right above her left ear.
"Oh, ok." She said. "Let's try this. It is after all for their own good." And they went back together telling the other two that she had waited for him for some silly reason she just made up. And for some odd reason they believed it. They must have been tired also because only moments after Harry and Ginny had come back they were all going to sleep. Ginny had to hurry into the girls' tent to spread out the pollen before Hermione noticed it wasn't there before. And she didn't, but she did get a small allergic reaction and ran out again. Ginny and Harry both played their roles very well and Hermione's things were moved over to the other tent. And Harry offered to move his things to her spot to make it more equal Ron must have been extremely tired because he didn't even protest. Ginny was very happy for this since she didn't have to execute the spider-plan.
Half an hour later they were all well tucked-in in their respective tents. But Ginny felt like she couldn't sleep. So he lay there trying to count sheep, but after a few they started to move faster and faster and before she gave up she counted them four at a time. By then she guessed everybody would be asleep so she got out of her sleeping bag and lighted a paraffin lamp. However, she had been wrong in assuming that everybody was asleep. Harry was still wide awake and when he saw her lighten the lamp he also happened to see the scar on her right arm. The scar he could have had one just like hers but on his arm.
And he asked her about it. She felt a familiar blush come over here but before it became too evident she repressed it. For a moment she thought about saying it was an accident with a pair of scissors, or something like that. But when her eyes met his she knew she could never lie to him. So she told him everything. All the way from when she went to the stands with her brothers to when she woke up the next morning. When she came to the part about his parents he took her hands in his and she could see the pain in his eyes. But feeling she should tell him all of it, she continued. And when she stopped talking they just sat there for a while holding each others hands and getting to know the following silence. No more words were necessary, they both knew.
A/N: Well, what did you think? Please review!!! I love them! Now I know there should be some people that feel left out on H/G romance. I know that I myself has felt that on countless occasions... especially since this is the last chapter... and well... just keep your eyes out. // Anna :)
A/N: Hey everybody, sorry it took me soooo long to update... but I just didn't feel it coming to me... anyways, I wanted to tell you that I have also updated the first two chapters slightly. Mostly correcting a bunch of typos. But if you wanted to know and maybe read again... So... on with the next chapter.
Chapter 3: Conexus Apparet
Waking up in Hermione's bed the next morning wasn't all that bad, Ginny decided. Although she felt a little sore after last night excursions she could still appreciate the full nights sleep and the soft four-poster she was lying in. Why wasn't her own as soft as this?
Since it was almost lunch there were no other girls in the dormitory. Not that there would have been a lot of people there anyway, but still. Ginny counted only two other four-posters. One for Parvati and one for Lavender. What a difference from her own dormitory where six four-posters were..., well not squeezed in but they didn't have as much personal space as the fourth years.
After laying there for half an hour letting her eyes get adjusted to the bright sunlight from the windows, she finally decided to get up to her own dormitory and get dressed. But stepping into the shower she noticed the still fresh scar on her right arm and a strong surge of worry washed over her. Not for herself or her arm but for Harry. How was he doing? How was he feeling? 'He is probably still in the hospital wing,'she reasoned, 'being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey.' She desperately wanted to go there to see him. To see if he was ok. But then again, what was she supposed to say to him?
'Hi, Harry. You know what? I had the weirdest thing happening to me last night and I think I was in you somehow.' No, she couldn't. But she wanted to talk to somebody about it. And for some reason the first person to come to her mind was Hermione.
Ginny found Hermione at dinner, sitting with Ron and Harry. Ron was obviously telling the others a secret because the minute he made eye contact with her he stopped talking.
"Hello, nice to see you to!" Ginny said to Ron.
"Oh hi, Ginny." Hermione said, just noticing her. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than yesterday." She said truthfully. "Could I perhaps have a word with you after dinner?"
"Sure!" Hermione said and they ate the rest of the meal in silence.
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After dinner the two girls sent Ron and Harry away to the Gryffindor tower, while the ventured outside in search for a quiet place down by the lake.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Hermione said, with a hint of worry in her voice, after they had sat down.
"I want to talk to you about last night." Hermione's expression hardly changed and Ginny went on retelling all of what she had heard and seen the night before. It felt like a water fall. As soon as the first words were out she couldn't stop herself. She told Hermione everything. And when she was done they both just sat there looking out over the lake. It was Hermione who at last broke the silence.
"Well, I believe it is safe to assume that what you experienced was somehow also what Harry saw and felt." Ginny nodded. There was another silence before Hermione ventured again. "I think we should go to the library."
Ginny, as if suddenly mute, nodded again. And so they got up and went inside, passing a very surprised madam Pince.
"Aren't you supposed to be outside in this nice weather?" She asked, but they just shrugged and went past her to the shelves with books on strange experiences. Such as possession by spirits and so so on. But after nearly two hours of searching through almost every book on those shelves Ginny found that neither of the accountancies fitted her own experience.
"This is hopeless!" She said, slamming her book shut, and thereby earning a reproving look from madam Pince.
"I'm almost ready to agree with you." Hermione said. "But there's got to be something we're missing..." Her brow furrowed and she chewed on her quill. "Let's think. Who were involved? You and Harry, of course, and You-know- who... Wormtail..."
"Who's Wormtail, do you know?" Hermione thought for a moment of telling her the whole story but decided it would have to wait.
"Just a death-eater, and a coward. Anyway, where were we? Yes, Cedric were there a short while and a bunch of other death-eaters... Can you think of anything you might have in common with all of these people?" Now it was Ginny's turn to think.
"No," she said slowly "but I do have something in common with Harry and You- know-who." Remembering her dream. "Harry saved my life from him in my first year, remember?" Hermione emitted a happy squeal, which was not allowed according to madam Pince, who came over and told them to get out.
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On their way back to Gryffindor tower the two girls chatted happily about their summer plans. And when they reached the fat Lady they gave her the password, canary cream, and stepped into the relatively crowded common room. There they sat down for a while waiting for Ron and Harry to come back from whatever they were doing at the moment.
"So, about this summer," Hermione said. "why don't you come along with your brother to my place for a week or two? Harry will be there." The last she added with a mischievous smile. Ginny felt a slight blush on her cheeks but said.
"I'd love to come. But I want you to know it is not because of Harry. I'm over him by now" 'I'm such a liar!'
"Really? Is that why you're blushing?" Hermione teased. "And is that also why you experienced a more vivid connection with your savior than anyone else ever has?" Ginny gasped.
"What are you talking about?" A smile played on Hermione's lips.
"I've actually read about this kind of connection with a wizard saving another wizard before, and also now, but none had such a strong connection as you did. And it is common knowledge that love makes any connection stronger."
"Why didn't you say anything? Ginny demanded to know, not very happy with the way things were turning out.
"I wanted you to find out for yourself." At that moment the boys entered the common room and both girls knew the conversation was over. Instead Hermione turned to Harry and asked how he was doing. He said he was fine. Ginny tried very hard not to look at him. She was somehow too embarrassed with all that had happened. Not that she hadn't known about her feelings for Harry and how they had gotten stronger over the years but... love?... She wasn't so sure.
Hermione shook her out of her reverie by saying.
"...Ginny is coming over with you guys to my place this summer." Ron let out a groan.
"Does she have to? Can't I just get one week of break from her?"
"Ronald Weasly! Watch your tongue. She's your sister, AND she's sitting right here, you know!"
"Oh, sorry sis." He didn't sound very sorry.
"Whatever." Ginny was tired, so she excused herself and went to bed. But sleep didn't come easily. She lay awake and thought about Harry. His emerald green eyes which today hade seemed so... distant. Like he was in another world. She felt sorry for him, she wanted to be able to go down there and comfort him. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. He wouldn't let her because he didn't see her. At least that's what the voice in her head told her right before she fell asleep.
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A couple of weeks later Ginny found herself at the Grangers. She liked it there. They had a nice, big house, Ginny had got her own room, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger were very nice. She, Ron and Harry had been there for a few days now and they had gone swimming almost every day in the lake just outside the house. Today, going on tomorrow, camping were on schedule. Ginny liked camping, or at least she had done so the last time at the Quidditch World Cup, even though there had been a bad ending to that one.
When Ginny had looked out of her window that morning there had been nothing but sunshine, and that was also how it was right now too, when they were packing all the necessities into four big backpacks and everybody seemed to be in a good mood. They were chatting happily about just everything and nothing. And this mood was still evident when they put on their backpacks and said good bye to Hermione's parents.
They were walking to the other side of the lake. Where they. under much foul language from Ron, put up their tents. Since they were still under aged wizards and witches they couldn't use magic. But after what seemed like an eternity the tents were finally up and they could jump into their respective swim-wear and run into the cool and clear water.
Hermione who had done some diving in her local club before Hogwarts showed of a little with turning an almost perfect somersault from a rock sticking up out of the water. And Harry and Ron swam a few times back and forth each time going a little further. It now became evident who was the most fit of the two boys. 'Not that Ron is unfit but Harry has a great looking body with just the right muscles on the right places. Greatly owing to quidditch practices and this summers helping the Dursleys with keeping their garden and garage in perfect shape.' Ginny thought while hardly being able to take her eyes away from him. He was simply the best looking guy she had ever laid eyes upon.
Later that night they were sitting around the campfire, made the muggleway, telling stories from before they all knew each other. Ginny had great fun when Hermione told them about his boy she used to like in kindergarden but he hadn't liked her back. And one day she stopped waiting for him to start liking her and got a little mad at him for not doing so. So she made him trip at lunch and fall face down into his mashed potatoes. The whole school had been there and laughed at him, including Hermione. This continued into the night when Ron suddenly had a bright flash.
"Hey, Hermione. Weren't you supposed to go to Bulgaria this summer?" Ginny groaned inwardly. Why did her brother have to be such a prat sometimes? Hermione blushed slightly and then replied with.
"Well, you know... I was supposed to. But then I decided I'd rather be here and spend time with you guys."
'Nice save' Ginny thought as her eyes reached Harry's and he gave her a knowing smile. She smiled back, happy that it was now too dark for anyone to see her cheeks go red.
"I'll be back in a sec." She said and went into the woods to take a leak. But on her way back she heard a familiar voice whisper her name. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"Sch, they'll hear you!"
"So?"
"Look, I've got something important to tell you."
"Go on..." Ginny felt her heart racing.
"Well, you've seen them go on and on with each other all week now, right?" Ginny nodded, " And I just thought that if you'd help me we could finally get them together tonight." Ginny who was also eager to get them to finally realize what was right underneath their noses said.
"What did you have in mind?" She couldn't see but she knew he was smiling at her.
"I thought that we could make them sleep in the same tent."
"How are we supposed to make that happen?"
"I'm not sure if it'll work yet, but you know how Hermione is allergic to pollen, right? And you cannot stand the smell in our tent." She nodded. "Well, you take this and spread it out in your tent." He handed her a glass phial. "And we'll say it just blew in there. Then you two can't sleep together and I'll offer her my place in the other tent." She looked at him reluctantly. Did he really think this was going to work?
"You do realize, of course, that Ron will not want to have you sleep in the same tent as me."
"Oh, dang it! Didn't think of that." Harry thought about it for a minute. "But wait. What if you let in a small spider there? He wouldn't mind me getting that space then!" Now it was Ginny's turn to think.
"Maybe not, but it's a very risky plan. And where are we going to find the little spider in the pitch dark?" She was skeptical to say the least.
"Right there." Harry said pointing to a webb right above her left ear.
"Oh, ok." She said. "Let's try this. It is after all for their own good." And they went back together telling the other two that she had waited for him for some silly reason she just made up. And for some odd reason they believed it. They must have been tired also because only moments after Harry and Ginny had come back they were all going to sleep. Ginny had to hurry into the girls' tent to spread out the pollen before Hermione noticed it wasn't there before. And she didn't, but she did get a small allergic reaction and ran out again. Ginny and Harry both played their roles very well and Hermione's things were moved over to the other tent. And Harry offered to move his things to her spot to make it more equal Ron must have been extremely tired because he didn't even protest. Ginny was very happy for this since she didn't have to execute the spider-plan.
Half an hour later they were all well tucked-in in their respective tents. But Ginny felt like she couldn't sleep. So he lay there trying to count sheep, but after a few they started to move faster and faster and before she gave up she counted them four at a time. By then she guessed everybody would be asleep so she got out of her sleeping bag and lighted a paraffin lamp. However, she had been wrong in assuming that everybody was asleep. Harry was still wide awake and when he saw her lighten the lamp he also happened to see the scar on her right arm. The scar he could have had one just like hers but on his arm.
And he asked her about it. She felt a familiar blush come over here but before it became too evident she repressed it. For a moment she thought about saying it was an accident with a pair of scissors, or something like that. But when her eyes met his she knew she could never lie to him. So she told him everything. All the way from when she went to the stands with her brothers to when she woke up the next morning. When she came to the part about his parents he took her hands in his and she could see the pain in his eyes. But feeling she should tell him all of it, she continued. And when she stopped talking they just sat there for a while holding each others hands and getting to know the following silence. No more words were necessary, they both knew.
A/N: Well, what did you think? Please review!!! I love them! Now I know there should be some people that feel left out on H/G romance. I know that I myself has felt that on countless occasions... especially since this is the last chapter... and well... just keep your eyes out. // Anna :)