CHAPTER 3: Lifes ups and Downs
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!!!! well the plot is sort of, but everythink else belongs to JK Rowling!!!
NOTE: Do they use the term frenching in England???? Because I wasn't sure if they did. If not it means, snogging/ hooking up/ tounging etc.
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All I can say is, at least Tuesdays over. And Wednesday, and Thursday too for that matter. Sorry I didn't write again, but it wasn't all that interesting. I mean, I moped about a bit, or actually I moped about a lot. Finally last night Hermione got really fed up, and told me that I should at least try and talk to him.
I told her to screw herself. That shut her up, but it also sent her running to her room, which I don't think is a good thing.
So it's Friday, and now two of my best friends are no longer talking to me. Well, three if you count Ron, but that's only because he's a wuss and if his girlfriend says she's not talking to me, than he's not talking to me either. Not that I need him anyway. I mean he's just my brother.
My brother who deserted me when I came to Hogwarts, my brother who deserted one of his best friends soon as he started frenching the other. But mostly my brother who loves me in his own strange way.
Damn, I think I'm going to start crying again. Ive been a horrible moody bitch lately. Its no wonder the deadly duo thought I was pregnant.
They approached me at dinner today, and if it hadn't been me they were giving serious looks to, if it had been Ron or something (well not that its possible for him to get pregnant, but whatever), I probably would have been laughing hysterically.
Unfortunately it was me who they walked up to at the Gryffindor table, looking more determined and un-joking then I think I've ever seen them. You would think they'd at least be a bit discreet but no, they went straight to the point.
"Virginia" Fred said, almost shouting and looking a bit ticked, "Tell me right now. Are you pregnant, because I thought mom gave you the bloody sex talk ages ago?"
I think I heard someone spit out their drink near me, but Im not sure who it was, as I was too busy concentrating on the fact that my cheeks were probably Gryffindor red, my eyes probably bulging, and everyone else in the hall had gone eerily silent.
Forgetting that there were teachers in the room, I exploded at them. If there is one thing you don't mess with, it is the Weasley temper, which I happen to possess the most of in my family. You'd think they'd know that, but once again, apparently not.
"First of all, Frederick Weasley I am most certainly not. As far as I know, I believe you have to have sex in order to get pregnant you dumb git, and so far as I can remember I haven't had any bloody sex, though I sure as hell cant say the same for you!!! Second, if you don't mind, kindly keep your damn voice down next time you feel its necessary to come into the great hall and discuss my personal life. Third, if I ever was pregnant, you'd sure as hell be the last person I'd tell seeing how you reacted to the fact that I may have been a bit moody and bitchy this week. Which brings up my last point. You obviously don't have the slightest clue about anything if you think that just because im having a bad week, ive gone and gotten myself screwed. So if any one needs a little talk I believe its you!!!"
And then there was this really long pause in which no one in the great hall moved, and then I grabbed my falling apart backback and started running as fast as I could out of the Great Hall.
Unfortunately my exit wasn't as dramatic as I had hoped, because as soon as I got half way to the door, I tripped on a crack, and my crapppy back pack split as my stuff shot across the floor. Still no one spoke, so I grabbed up all my books in my arms and ran as fast as I could up the stairs to Gryffindor tower.
Which is where I am now, while everyone else is sitting there enjoying their meal. Dobby brought me up a bowl of pasta with some sauce, but Id still rather be down there talking with my friends. Not that any of them are talking to me, well besides Liz, who stands by me always.
I haven't even bothered to go up to my room, I just rushed in and plopped on the couch closest to the roaring fire. It would be really nice and peaceful if my life wasn't so messy right now.
Shit, Ive just remembered ive got to do a bloody potions essay for monday. I guess I should get started soon...
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Finally!!! Something in my life is going right. You'll never guess who talked to me today. Or maybe you will guess.
It was Harry, and if I do say so myself, it was rather romantic. I was sitting on the roof crying about my pathetic life, and watching the stars, when suddenly I notice someone flying around the quidditch pitch. It was kind of far away so I couldn't tell who at was at first, but it was really mesmerizing watching them zoom up and down. I stared for minutes. Finally I noticed them stop and turn their head in my direction, appearing to watch me. Then they began to fly towards me, and I suddenly realized who it was.
Harry. To say the least I was shocked. And a bit scared that he was heading over to yell at me or something. I drew my knees up, and wrapped my arms around them protectively. As he drew even closer however, I saw that it wasn't anger on his face, I had seen Harry angry enough times to know that. It was something different that I couldn't really recognize.
"Want to come for a ride?" he asked, holding his hand out to me, "I mean.We really need to talk..and well it's a bit cold to be all the way up here tonight.
I smiled at him, and grabbed firmly onto his hand. He helped me onto the broom, instructed me to hold on tight, and flew off into the night.
Let me just say that riding on a broomstick with a boy (in the literal sense, not the dirty one), is the most terrifying yet thrilling thing I have ever experienced. After the first pull, I had to cling tightly to his waste, and was thrilled that he did not object. His body was warm despite the chill of the nights air, and I think I felt him tingle at first touch, in a good way. We flew around in circles for a few minutes, until he finally decided on a spot by the lake to land. He brought the broom down gently, and helped me off , now clutching my waste. He then hopped off himself, and for a second we stood there, just holding eachother.
But then we broke our grip, and sat down on the grass, opposite eachother. I crossed my legs Indian style, and he spread his out in front of him, stretching from his ride.
"The stars are really bright tonight" He started quietly. "See that one up there?" he asked pointing to a particularly bright one.
I nodded, still unsure of what to say.
"Its called Sirius. Like Sirius Black. Whenever I look at it, I think of him, and I really wish I could be with him. Its not fair you know, that I have to live with the Dursleys when I have an actual relative who gives a shit about me"
"Yea, lifes not fair." I said, meaning every bit of it. He smiled at me. "Having problems Gin?" He asked grinning innocently at me. I made a face at him, and rolled my eyes.
"Just a few" I said sarcastically.
"Well Virginia, would you like to tell me what is wrong?" he asked, faking the tone of a phsychiatrist. I smiled.
"Oh, just about everything Dr.Potter!" I said dramatically. "For starters, my best friend, who previously spent the happiest moments of her life with various boyfriends, has now been convinced that shes a whore, and has decided to give up on the male race altogether. Im with her on that one.
"My other best friend, is no longer speaking to me, because I told her quite bluntly to go screw herself"
Harry laughed loudly at this.
"And my most recent friend and confident, has decided he no longer wants me in his life, because he has this crazy idea that everything bad on the bloody earth is his fault. Which brings up another point, that I am now dateless for the Halloween dance.
"Oh, and did I mention, my bloody dumbass brothers have it in their head that im pregnant, not that it's even bloody possible!"I finished now practically yelling. To my surprise he was now smiling nervously.
"Well Gin, I cant fix the fact that your brothers think you're pregnant, though if you really wanted to piss them off I could always get you pregnant" he said teasing, as we both cracked up hysterically.
Quick question before I go on- Does that count as flirting? Because it sounded sort of like it!!! I mean Harry Potter ....flirting!!!?!?!?!?! Ok- on with the story now!
He turned a bit more serious, "As for the thing about your friend, Im really sorry if I hurt your feelings Gin. I do want you in my life, I really do, its just that kid....well everything he said was true. Everyone I love gets hurt, and I don't want that to happen to you too!"
This is where I cut in, "Harry, nothing he said was true. Those people died because of Voldemort, not because of you. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He looked hesitant but smiled at me once more. "As for your date to the dance," he continued, "If that dumb git doesn't pull his sense back, id be glad to go with you"
I laughed at him, "I'm sure he'll pull himself togther but thanks anyway"
"Anytime" he said, "And about Hermione, shell snap out of it in a few days, don't worry, trust me"
I smiled, looking once again at the stars. Life surely has its ups and downs.
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Sorry to end it a little weird, but I wanted to get some more up tonight, and this was all I managed to get done!!!!
Hope you like!!!! Was the romance element ok???? Is it enough?????
And now for thanks...
PUNKIN- Thank you very much!!! Glad you like it, heres the next chapter for you!!!!
MAGICRULZ- Thanks a lot!!!! You reviewed my other story too right? I know I haven't updated that in a while, but theres something wrong with the files because they wont upload to the fanfic site. I have no clue what im doing wrong.
Anyway, im starting to like this one better anyway, more fun to write!!!
Oh and I read your weasley fic, and its really cute!! Hope you can write more soon!!!
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!
xoEM
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!!!! well the plot is sort of, but everythink else belongs to JK Rowling!!!
NOTE: Do they use the term frenching in England???? Because I wasn't sure if they did. If not it means, snogging/ hooking up/ tounging etc.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
All I can say is, at least Tuesdays over. And Wednesday, and Thursday too for that matter. Sorry I didn't write again, but it wasn't all that interesting. I mean, I moped about a bit, or actually I moped about a lot. Finally last night Hermione got really fed up, and told me that I should at least try and talk to him.
I told her to screw herself. That shut her up, but it also sent her running to her room, which I don't think is a good thing.
So it's Friday, and now two of my best friends are no longer talking to me. Well, three if you count Ron, but that's only because he's a wuss and if his girlfriend says she's not talking to me, than he's not talking to me either. Not that I need him anyway. I mean he's just my brother.
My brother who deserted me when I came to Hogwarts, my brother who deserted one of his best friends soon as he started frenching the other. But mostly my brother who loves me in his own strange way.
Damn, I think I'm going to start crying again. Ive been a horrible moody bitch lately. Its no wonder the deadly duo thought I was pregnant.
They approached me at dinner today, and if it hadn't been me they were giving serious looks to, if it had been Ron or something (well not that its possible for him to get pregnant, but whatever), I probably would have been laughing hysterically.
Unfortunately it was me who they walked up to at the Gryffindor table, looking more determined and un-joking then I think I've ever seen them. You would think they'd at least be a bit discreet but no, they went straight to the point.
"Virginia" Fred said, almost shouting and looking a bit ticked, "Tell me right now. Are you pregnant, because I thought mom gave you the bloody sex talk ages ago?"
I think I heard someone spit out their drink near me, but Im not sure who it was, as I was too busy concentrating on the fact that my cheeks were probably Gryffindor red, my eyes probably bulging, and everyone else in the hall had gone eerily silent.
Forgetting that there were teachers in the room, I exploded at them. If there is one thing you don't mess with, it is the Weasley temper, which I happen to possess the most of in my family. You'd think they'd know that, but once again, apparently not.
"First of all, Frederick Weasley I am most certainly not. As far as I know, I believe you have to have sex in order to get pregnant you dumb git, and so far as I can remember I haven't had any bloody sex, though I sure as hell cant say the same for you!!! Second, if you don't mind, kindly keep your damn voice down next time you feel its necessary to come into the great hall and discuss my personal life. Third, if I ever was pregnant, you'd sure as hell be the last person I'd tell seeing how you reacted to the fact that I may have been a bit moody and bitchy this week. Which brings up my last point. You obviously don't have the slightest clue about anything if you think that just because im having a bad week, ive gone and gotten myself screwed. So if any one needs a little talk I believe its you!!!"
And then there was this really long pause in which no one in the great hall moved, and then I grabbed my falling apart backback and started running as fast as I could out of the Great Hall.
Unfortunately my exit wasn't as dramatic as I had hoped, because as soon as I got half way to the door, I tripped on a crack, and my crapppy back pack split as my stuff shot across the floor. Still no one spoke, so I grabbed up all my books in my arms and ran as fast as I could up the stairs to Gryffindor tower.
Which is where I am now, while everyone else is sitting there enjoying their meal. Dobby brought me up a bowl of pasta with some sauce, but Id still rather be down there talking with my friends. Not that any of them are talking to me, well besides Liz, who stands by me always.
I haven't even bothered to go up to my room, I just rushed in and plopped on the couch closest to the roaring fire. It would be really nice and peaceful if my life wasn't so messy right now.
Shit, Ive just remembered ive got to do a bloody potions essay for monday. I guess I should get started soon...
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Finally!!! Something in my life is going right. You'll never guess who talked to me today. Or maybe you will guess.
It was Harry, and if I do say so myself, it was rather romantic. I was sitting on the roof crying about my pathetic life, and watching the stars, when suddenly I notice someone flying around the quidditch pitch. It was kind of far away so I couldn't tell who at was at first, but it was really mesmerizing watching them zoom up and down. I stared for minutes. Finally I noticed them stop and turn their head in my direction, appearing to watch me. Then they began to fly towards me, and I suddenly realized who it was.
Harry. To say the least I was shocked. And a bit scared that he was heading over to yell at me or something. I drew my knees up, and wrapped my arms around them protectively. As he drew even closer however, I saw that it wasn't anger on his face, I had seen Harry angry enough times to know that. It was something different that I couldn't really recognize.
"Want to come for a ride?" he asked, holding his hand out to me, "I mean.We really need to talk..and well it's a bit cold to be all the way up here tonight.
I smiled at him, and grabbed firmly onto his hand. He helped me onto the broom, instructed me to hold on tight, and flew off into the night.
Let me just say that riding on a broomstick with a boy (in the literal sense, not the dirty one), is the most terrifying yet thrilling thing I have ever experienced. After the first pull, I had to cling tightly to his waste, and was thrilled that he did not object. His body was warm despite the chill of the nights air, and I think I felt him tingle at first touch, in a good way. We flew around in circles for a few minutes, until he finally decided on a spot by the lake to land. He brought the broom down gently, and helped me off , now clutching my waste. He then hopped off himself, and for a second we stood there, just holding eachother.
But then we broke our grip, and sat down on the grass, opposite eachother. I crossed my legs Indian style, and he spread his out in front of him, stretching from his ride.
"The stars are really bright tonight" He started quietly. "See that one up there?" he asked pointing to a particularly bright one.
I nodded, still unsure of what to say.
"Its called Sirius. Like Sirius Black. Whenever I look at it, I think of him, and I really wish I could be with him. Its not fair you know, that I have to live with the Dursleys when I have an actual relative who gives a shit about me"
"Yea, lifes not fair." I said, meaning every bit of it. He smiled at me. "Having problems Gin?" He asked grinning innocently at me. I made a face at him, and rolled my eyes.
"Just a few" I said sarcastically.
"Well Virginia, would you like to tell me what is wrong?" he asked, faking the tone of a phsychiatrist. I smiled.
"Oh, just about everything Dr.Potter!" I said dramatically. "For starters, my best friend, who previously spent the happiest moments of her life with various boyfriends, has now been convinced that shes a whore, and has decided to give up on the male race altogether. Im with her on that one.
"My other best friend, is no longer speaking to me, because I told her quite bluntly to go screw herself"
Harry laughed loudly at this.
"And my most recent friend and confident, has decided he no longer wants me in his life, because he has this crazy idea that everything bad on the bloody earth is his fault. Which brings up another point, that I am now dateless for the Halloween dance.
"Oh, and did I mention, my bloody dumbass brothers have it in their head that im pregnant, not that it's even bloody possible!"I finished now practically yelling. To my surprise he was now smiling nervously.
"Well Gin, I cant fix the fact that your brothers think you're pregnant, though if you really wanted to piss them off I could always get you pregnant" he said teasing, as we both cracked up hysterically.
Quick question before I go on- Does that count as flirting? Because it sounded sort of like it!!! I mean Harry Potter ....flirting!!!?!?!?!?! Ok- on with the story now!
He turned a bit more serious, "As for the thing about your friend, Im really sorry if I hurt your feelings Gin. I do want you in my life, I really do, its just that kid....well everything he said was true. Everyone I love gets hurt, and I don't want that to happen to you too!"
This is where I cut in, "Harry, nothing he said was true. Those people died because of Voldemort, not because of you. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He looked hesitant but smiled at me once more. "As for your date to the dance," he continued, "If that dumb git doesn't pull his sense back, id be glad to go with you"
I laughed at him, "I'm sure he'll pull himself togther but thanks anyway"
"Anytime" he said, "And about Hermione, shell snap out of it in a few days, don't worry, trust me"
I smiled, looking once again at the stars. Life surely has its ups and downs.
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Sorry to end it a little weird, but I wanted to get some more up tonight, and this was all I managed to get done!!!!
Hope you like!!!! Was the romance element ok???? Is it enough?????
And now for thanks...
PUNKIN- Thank you very much!!! Glad you like it, heres the next chapter for you!!!!
MAGICRULZ- Thanks a lot!!!! You reviewed my other story too right? I know I haven't updated that in a while, but theres something wrong with the files because they wont upload to the fanfic site. I have no clue what im doing wrong.
Anyway, im starting to like this one better anyway, more fun to write!!!
Oh and I read your weasley fic, and its really cute!! Hope you can write more soon!!!
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!
xoEM