DISCLAIMER: Deseo que haga, pero yo no poseo Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling lo
posee.
(hehe, for those of you who didn't guess, that basically means Harry Potter
aint mine! Oh and sorry if my Spanish is crap!)
CHAPTER 2: Why?
Note: HOW THE HELL DO YOU MAKE THINGS BOLD OR IN ITALICS?????? GRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Ok im allright now! Onto more writing..
Oh and Jennie, u rock way more then I do!!!!! Thank you for reviewing, I thought that maybe no one would like it
This chapter is for you, and for me too!!! YAY!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ever felt like whenever life starts to get good, and happy, and just plain nice, someone has to come along and fuck it all up again. Well yea, that's what I'm feeling right now, and that someone in my case usually tends to be Ivan(or a lot of times Voldemort, or Malfoy, or even my brothers sometimes, and well Cho Chang has messed it up a couple times....)
But whatever, that's not the point, this time, it was DEFINITELY Ivan Lamanc who thought it would be fun to screw with my peaceful little world. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to make Liz cry, and ruin our day, tonight(after his "painful" recovery) he preceded to come and torture me more, in front of Harry nonetheless.
It was after dinner, and I was sitting in the library talking with Harry. He must of noticed I was upset about something because he asked what was wrong, and stupidly I explained to him about Lamanc, and what he had said about Lizzie that day. Unfortunately once I start talking, I never really know when to stop, and so I preceded to tell him all about Lizzies past, and her drowning herself in boys, and my theory about her and colin, and well, everything really.
He was being a great listener, best I've ever had, and I really appreciated it. I mean, bitching in here is great for me, but actually getting to talk with someone about it is incomparable.
Next thing I know, he starts talking too, about Ron and Hermione at first, and then Malfoy, and Voldemort, and eventually his parents, and it was all really touching, and for the first time in his whole freaking life, he was opening up, and I think it all felt really good for him
Unfortunately, as I have said, when life is all nice, the only place left to go is down.
And personally, I think Ivan should go way down, if you know what I mean, because at this perfect moment he walks up, sneering smile on his face and says to me, "Aww Weasley did you ditch your whore of a friend for this little murderer?"
Before I knew what was going on, Harry was out of his seat, his chair crashed on the floor. Ivan jumped back slightly, but quickly regained his composure smirking at the older boy.
"Get the fuck away from her" Harry said in a really low voice, once again surprising me with his language. First snog, and now fuck, I was shocked.
Ivan, apparently was not, he just began to evil-smile broader, as he looked from Harry to me. "Oh, I see how it is" he said in his slimy git voice, "Is Weasley your girlfriend Potter? I'd watch out if I were you Ginny, this boys trouble, causes death wherever the hell he goes"
And that was when it happened, Harry absolutely flipped. His arm swung out and smacked Ivan directly in the nose. But it didn't stop there, for the next minute, he continued to pummel him, anger apparent throughout his whole body. As much as I thought it was probably great therapy for Harry, to beat the living crap out of someone, I didn't want the love of my life getting in trouble, so, hoping no teachers had noticed, I quickly and forcefully pulled them apart. I may be small but having six older brothers teaches you a few things.
Ivan just stared at me, nose bleeding. I quickly muttered the spell to clean the blood, not helping with anything else, and told him that if he ever dared mention it to anyone, I'd tell Dumbledore about what he called Liz, and then what he called Harry.
He simply marched off, limping slightly from a blow to the knee, but I'm sure he wont tell. I hope.
But the fight wasn't nearly the worst of it. Well, not directly at least. I turned to Harry to see if he was ok, but he wouldn't even look at my face. I thought he might be crying, but I couldn't tell.
"Harry..." I started but he cut me off, looking down at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Listen Ginny" he started, "He's right. Just...Just stay the hell away from me. I don't need..I don't WANT, you too get hurt too"
I looked pleadingly at him, but he just stormed out of the library, headed for who knew where.
I had no clue what to do, so I just left the library and started to wander the halls. I had no clue what to do with myself. All I knew was that Harry obviously still blamed himself for everything and that had to change soon.
Also, he had said he never wanted to see me again. Well not literally, but almost. I was so out of it, that I barely noticed where I was going, which was why I rounded the corner and smacked directly into Professor McGonagal.
She was obviously as shocked as I was, and looked like she was about to scream, until she noticed me. For some reason shes always had a soft spot for her, and I really like her as a teacher, plus transfiguration is definitely my thing.
"Ginny dear" she greeted me, "Are you ok?" I nodded up at her, trying my best to smile.
"I think you've dropped your book. Is that it over there?" she asked
I followed her gaze, and noticed that it was indeed my book, lying in a puddle of something that looked sticky. And I think that's when I started to cry.
It wasn't the book really, in fact it wasn't the book at all. It was more the accumulation of all the shit that had been happening to me that day. But I chose this point to break down into a sobbing fit. You know how that always seemes to happen? Everything goes wrong, and then its always one tiny thing that pushes you over the edge.
Ok maybe its just me.
But anyway, I was kneeling on the floor, tears falling from my eyes, my breath uneven and hysterical, and next thing I knew, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see who it is, and its Lizzie, and standing behind her is Hermione (without Ron for the first time in months).
I was so happy that they were there, that I started to cry even harder, and Mcgonagal must have thought I was out of my bloody mind, because she patted me gently and then excused herself to do some work.
I just sat there crying into Lizzies shoulder until I finally gained enough composure to actually talk. Neither of them asked what was wrong, but somehow I felt compelled to tell them(surprise, surprise as I am queen of the talkalots).
So, just as I had done with Harry I spilled everything, only more. And when I was done, they tried their best to comfort me, and for a minute everything was allright.
But after I said goodnight to them, assured them I wouldn't go and do anything stupid (though that was bull, because practically everything I do is stupid in some way or another), and pulled my curtains around my bed, I felt suddenly cold and alone. And now im remembering that Harry wants me out of his life, whether his intentions are good or not, and I think im gonna start crying again.
But still, I have just one fucking little question, before I sob myself to sleep. Why me? And more than that Why him?
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ANGSTY???? DO YOU LIKE?????
Reviews are dearly ador-ed!!!! xoEM
p.s. sorry its short, but I wanted to get another chapter out there!
CHAPTER 2: Why?
Note: HOW THE HELL DO YOU MAKE THINGS BOLD OR IN ITALICS?????? GRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Ok im allright now! Onto more writing..
Oh and Jennie, u rock way more then I do!!!!! Thank you for reviewing, I thought that maybe no one would like it
This chapter is for you, and for me too!!! YAY!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ever felt like whenever life starts to get good, and happy, and just plain nice, someone has to come along and fuck it all up again. Well yea, that's what I'm feeling right now, and that someone in my case usually tends to be Ivan(or a lot of times Voldemort, or Malfoy, or even my brothers sometimes, and well Cho Chang has messed it up a couple times....)
But whatever, that's not the point, this time, it was DEFINITELY Ivan Lamanc who thought it would be fun to screw with my peaceful little world. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to make Liz cry, and ruin our day, tonight(after his "painful" recovery) he preceded to come and torture me more, in front of Harry nonetheless.
It was after dinner, and I was sitting in the library talking with Harry. He must of noticed I was upset about something because he asked what was wrong, and stupidly I explained to him about Lamanc, and what he had said about Lizzie that day. Unfortunately once I start talking, I never really know when to stop, and so I preceded to tell him all about Lizzies past, and her drowning herself in boys, and my theory about her and colin, and well, everything really.
He was being a great listener, best I've ever had, and I really appreciated it. I mean, bitching in here is great for me, but actually getting to talk with someone about it is incomparable.
Next thing I know, he starts talking too, about Ron and Hermione at first, and then Malfoy, and Voldemort, and eventually his parents, and it was all really touching, and for the first time in his whole freaking life, he was opening up, and I think it all felt really good for him
Unfortunately, as I have said, when life is all nice, the only place left to go is down.
And personally, I think Ivan should go way down, if you know what I mean, because at this perfect moment he walks up, sneering smile on his face and says to me, "Aww Weasley did you ditch your whore of a friend for this little murderer?"
Before I knew what was going on, Harry was out of his seat, his chair crashed on the floor. Ivan jumped back slightly, but quickly regained his composure smirking at the older boy.
"Get the fuck away from her" Harry said in a really low voice, once again surprising me with his language. First snog, and now fuck, I was shocked.
Ivan, apparently was not, he just began to evil-smile broader, as he looked from Harry to me. "Oh, I see how it is" he said in his slimy git voice, "Is Weasley your girlfriend Potter? I'd watch out if I were you Ginny, this boys trouble, causes death wherever the hell he goes"
And that was when it happened, Harry absolutely flipped. His arm swung out and smacked Ivan directly in the nose. But it didn't stop there, for the next minute, he continued to pummel him, anger apparent throughout his whole body. As much as I thought it was probably great therapy for Harry, to beat the living crap out of someone, I didn't want the love of my life getting in trouble, so, hoping no teachers had noticed, I quickly and forcefully pulled them apart. I may be small but having six older brothers teaches you a few things.
Ivan just stared at me, nose bleeding. I quickly muttered the spell to clean the blood, not helping with anything else, and told him that if he ever dared mention it to anyone, I'd tell Dumbledore about what he called Liz, and then what he called Harry.
He simply marched off, limping slightly from a blow to the knee, but I'm sure he wont tell. I hope.
But the fight wasn't nearly the worst of it. Well, not directly at least. I turned to Harry to see if he was ok, but he wouldn't even look at my face. I thought he might be crying, but I couldn't tell.
"Harry..." I started but he cut me off, looking down at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Listen Ginny" he started, "He's right. Just...Just stay the hell away from me. I don't need..I don't WANT, you too get hurt too"
I looked pleadingly at him, but he just stormed out of the library, headed for who knew where.
I had no clue what to do, so I just left the library and started to wander the halls. I had no clue what to do with myself. All I knew was that Harry obviously still blamed himself for everything and that had to change soon.
Also, he had said he never wanted to see me again. Well not literally, but almost. I was so out of it, that I barely noticed where I was going, which was why I rounded the corner and smacked directly into Professor McGonagal.
She was obviously as shocked as I was, and looked like she was about to scream, until she noticed me. For some reason shes always had a soft spot for her, and I really like her as a teacher, plus transfiguration is definitely my thing.
"Ginny dear" she greeted me, "Are you ok?" I nodded up at her, trying my best to smile.
"I think you've dropped your book. Is that it over there?" she asked
I followed her gaze, and noticed that it was indeed my book, lying in a puddle of something that looked sticky. And I think that's when I started to cry.
It wasn't the book really, in fact it wasn't the book at all. It was more the accumulation of all the shit that had been happening to me that day. But I chose this point to break down into a sobbing fit. You know how that always seemes to happen? Everything goes wrong, and then its always one tiny thing that pushes you over the edge.
Ok maybe its just me.
But anyway, I was kneeling on the floor, tears falling from my eyes, my breath uneven and hysterical, and next thing I knew, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see who it is, and its Lizzie, and standing behind her is Hermione (without Ron for the first time in months).
I was so happy that they were there, that I started to cry even harder, and Mcgonagal must have thought I was out of my bloody mind, because she patted me gently and then excused herself to do some work.
I just sat there crying into Lizzies shoulder until I finally gained enough composure to actually talk. Neither of them asked what was wrong, but somehow I felt compelled to tell them(surprise, surprise as I am queen of the talkalots).
So, just as I had done with Harry I spilled everything, only more. And when I was done, they tried their best to comfort me, and for a minute everything was allright.
But after I said goodnight to them, assured them I wouldn't go and do anything stupid (though that was bull, because practically everything I do is stupid in some way or another), and pulled my curtains around my bed, I felt suddenly cold and alone. And now im remembering that Harry wants me out of his life, whether his intentions are good or not, and I think im gonna start crying again.
But still, I have just one fucking little question, before I sob myself to sleep. Why me? And more than that Why him?
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ANGSTY???? DO YOU LIKE?????
Reviews are dearly ador-ed!!!! xoEM
p.s. sorry its short, but I wanted to get another chapter out there!