Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
As soon as Ginny Weasley opened her eyes the next morning, recollections of last night flashed into her mind. She sighed and closed her eyes again. She couldn't believe she had done that. She couldn't believe she yelled at Harry in front of every Gryffindor in the common room last night. And the worse part is, she yelled at him about her feelings. And not just any feelings, feelings for him. Why did everything seem to happen to her? No really, why?
Why are you asking that? You're the one who did this to yourself. Things don't just happen to you. Things happen because you willed it to.
But. but.
But all you want. I'm sure this is what you wished to happen. And now that it has, you're suddenly regretful. I believe that there is another thing that you're mum taught you and that is to have.
...no regrets.
Ginny sighed. It was her fault. But then she was tired of being pushed to one side while her friends got the glory. She opened her eyes again, got dressed and prepared herself to go outside.
Time to face the music.
As soon as she entered the great hall and approached the Gryffindor table, students from her house craned their necks to get a look at her. She just took a deep breath and went to find a seat. As she approached, she saw there were only two available seats left; one was beside Hermione and directly in front of Harry and the other one was beside Megan. She made a quick decision and chose to sit beside Megan. Megan was surprised when Ginny plopped down beside her. Ginny couldn't blame her, though. She didn't talk to her for quite a long time. Ginny smiled slightly.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh, no. Of course not," Megan said with a grin. "Ginny, I'm really sorry about the ball. I don't really like him but. I'm just really sorry. I know how I hurt your feelings by doing that."
Ginny smiled at her. "I'm sorry, too, Megan. I mean it was wrong of me to get mad at you just because he chose you over me. That wasn't your fault."
"So friends?" "Definitely." They smiled at each other and hugged.
"I can't believe you guys didn't talk for weeks," Sara said.
"Two weeks, to be exact," Diana said. "Hey, Ginny! Congratulations about last night."
Ginny looked up at this. She had been waiting for something to come up about last night.
"Yeah," Sara said. "It was really. enlightening." Ginny only smiled.
"Harry was really surprised," Megan whispered to Ginny. Ginny only looked at her and didn't say anything. Soon, people started getting up to leave the hall and proceed to their classes. Megan and the others had already left. Ginny said she'd stay for a while. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry stand up, together with Ron and Hermione. She pretended to be engrossed in her food as she saw them approach her.
"Hey Ginny!" Hermione said with a smile and sat down beside her.
"Hi Hermione," Ginny said, smiling back then looked up at Ron. "Hi bro!"
"Hey," Ron said. "You feeling okay?"
"Never been better," Ginny replied. She suddenly had the urge to look at Harry. So she did. She slowly looked up and saw that Harry was looking at her. Their eyes locked. Deep green pouring into misty blue. He stared at her for a while, and then she saw the sides of his mouth curl. And he smiled.
"Hi Ginny," Harry said in his beautiful voice, still smiling.
"Hi Harry," Ginny said with a small smile. Then she looked away. His intense green eyes were becoming too much for her.
"Well, we'd better be going," Hermione said, breaking the silence. "Will you be alright by yourself?"
"Sure. I'll see you guys later," Ginny said.
"Bye," Ron said. Ginny thought they had left because she heard their footsteps die away. But when she stood and prepared to go to class, she saw that Harry was still standing there. She gathered her things and looked at him in anticipation. He looked like he had something to say.
"Good luck in your classes today, Ginny," Harry said He looked at her again then walked out of the great hall. Ginny watched him leave and a smile formed on her face. He said seven words to her. Seven! He said my name twice already! And it's only 8:00. She grinned wider. Maybe her declaration last night wasn't so bad after all.
"So.how are you feeling?" Hermione asked. They were in Hermione's room, seated on her bed, munching on chocolate frogs. It was a rainy Saturday night in January.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked back.
"How are you feeling about you and Harry?" Hermione elaborated.
Ginny figured it was reasonable of Hermione to ask something about her and Harry. After all, after her pronouncement, as people liked to call it, things have considerably changed. Harry said her name at least five times a day. He smiled at her all the time and they even had some small talks. She knew that they had talked before. But that was brotherly like. This time it felt.well, it felt different. It was like meeting each other for the first time. She remembered and forged into her head every single moment, every single time that Harry called her name, smiled at her and talked to her. Nothing could escape her memory. She was going to savor everything and play it in her mind over and over and over and never get tired of it. But she suddenly became surprised when she realized what Hermione was implying. There was no her and Harry yet, after all things were just starting to begin.
"What do you mean me and Harry? There's no me and Harry," Ginny replied hurriedly. Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled.
"I mean you and Harry. How--?"
"Hermione! Stop repeating it," Ginny said. "It makes me feel." Hermione's eyebrows went up in anticipation. "Well.scared," Ginny finished.
"Oh that's normal, Gin," Hermione said. "It's alright to be afraid. It's natural. Just tell me about it."
"Well.I've never felt this way about anyone before so I'm not really sure at how to deal with it. I guess crying was the only way I knew out," Ginny said. "What about you, how are you feeling about me and Harry?"
"Don't ask me that, Gin."
"Why not? You're my friend and I want to know you're opinion," Ginny insisted.
"I'd rather not. I don't like to meddle in other people's relationships. Besides, mine is already too much at times," Hermione said. Ginny snorted as Hermione said the word relationship.
"We don't have a relationship, Hermione," Ginny told her.
Hermione smiled that smile that always makes you want to slap that person who wears that smile because it's obvious that they know something that you don't. Ginny smiled sweetly at her and Hermione's smile turned to apprehension.
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"C'mon, Hermione. Tell me," Ginny pleaded.
"I don't want to meddle," Hermione said.
"You're not meddling if you'll just tell me what you're smiling about," Ginny said. "Please, Hermione! Please, please, please, please, please!"
Hermione sighed in defeat and threw her hands up. "Okay. You win." Ginny smiled and hugged her.
"Thank you! So what is it?"
"Well, it's probably nothing. But he talks about you," Hermione said softly.
"What? He does?" Ginny asked, sitting up straight very quickly as if someone ran an electric current through her. Hermione smiled warmly at her and nodded.
"Really?" Ginny looked dumbfounded. Hermione laughed this time.
"Really. Oh, Ginny, I don't know why you're so surprised." "Well.I." Ginny began; not knowing what to say then she peered at her. "Is that all?"
"That's all," Hermione said with a tone of finality.
"Are you sure?" Ginny said and Hermione laughed again.
Ginny lay on her bed that night listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the windows. Hermione said that they needed to sleep because she had to wake up early tomorrow and patrol the second floor. So they went to bed, Ginny still feeling dazed about, according to Hermione, the little confession. It was hardly little. To Ginny it meant everything. Harry talks about her. You know what that means don't you? Don't you? It means he thinks about her, too. She sighed happily. She thought about this throughout the night then fell asleep with Harry on her mind.
For days, Ginny didn't know and couldn't understand whether she was in a dream or in reality. Things that have been happening were things that could happen only in her dreams. or so she thought. It was because she noticed that Harry had been paying more attention to her in the past few weeks than he ever had her whole life. He did subtle things, too. Unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but Ginny discerned it all. She noted that he would always smile whenever she would look at him. He would do small things for her. Like help her out on her Potions essay even if it was his worst subject. And, this is the best thing, most of the time; she would catch him staring at her out of the corner of her eye. This is what excited her the most. It meant something. Something. Though she still didn't know what. That was one thing she still had to figure out.
Ginny was in the library at 9:00 in the morning on a Saturday with Hermione. Hermione had dragged her all the way there after breakfast so that they both could study on the upcoming exams (which was still a couple of months away), Ginny her O.W.L.s and Hermione, to Ginny's horror, her N.E.W.T.s. Ginny wasn't even halfway through her studying when she felt the need to stop.
"Hermione, can't we study another day?" Ginny said, pouting.
"No," Hermione said haughtily. "Your O.W.L.s are coming up soon and I want you to have top marks. Don't you?"
"I do. But it's still so far away. I could study next time," Ginny said, looking out of the library window. "It's so nice outside."
"Fine," Hermione said, closing her book shut and standing up. Ginny looked up at her and smiled happily as she gathered her things. "I'm going outside. While you stay here and study," Hermione finished.
Ginny sat down again and scowled. "You're kidding, right?"
"I mean it, Ginny," Hermione said. "Your mother told me to help you study for it and this is the only way. Take down some notes on all your books and I'll go through it later." Hermione left Ginny, who was burying her head on her arms thinking that this is going to be a long day. But then, Hermione was right, as usual. She did have to study a lot for those tests. Sighing, she opened her Transfiguration book and began to scribble down some notes.
After a few hours of reading and taking down notes, she found it impossible to go on. She was going to have a headache if she continued and she couldn't focus her eyes properly on the words anymore. So she decided to take a break. She stood up and walked over to the window to look at the students walking around on the grounds. Her eyes immediately roamed around, scanning every spot of the grounds her eyes could reach and felt disappointed when she didn't see what she wanted so badly to see. She sighed disappointedly and went back to her table and sat down, staring at her notebook and twirling her pen. As she was just thinking of going back to taking down notes, she heard a pair of footsteps coming nearer. She peered through the bookshelf in front of her and quite unexpectedly, the person she had been looking for earlier appeared beside her. Appear cool. It's okay. It's just Harry, Ginny thought. She took a deep breath as she saw him smile at her. That smile that she just found so striking so much.
"Hi Ginny," he said. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Is he kidding? "Um, no," Ginny answered. "Of course not."
Harry laid down his things on the table and sat down beside Ginny. "Thanks," he said with another of his fabulous smile.
"What are you studying?" she asked him.
"Oh, Professor Trelawney wanted me to do some extra charts for her," he answered. "Bummer, really."
"Yeah. I can only imagine," she said sympathetically. "I'm surprised you chose to do it today."
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at her. "Well, it's a Saturday. Everyone's outside having fun and you're here doing your homework," she replied.
"I'm not the only one," he said, smirking a bit at her.
"I wouldn't be here if I had a choice. Hermione had orders from my mum to make me study for my O.W.L.s."
"Where is she?" he asked, starting to write down some words on a piece of parchment.
"Outside. She said she'll be back to check on my note-taking," she said, opening her history of magic book.
"I can check it if you like," he said, not looking up from his work.
"You would?" she asked, surprised and looked at him.
He looked at her and smiled.again. "Sure." They both went back to work, both concentrated on their own thing.
Ginny sighed, frustrated. She couldn't understand what the book was telling her. She sighed again and buried her face on her arms. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Ginny looked at him.
"I'm fine. I just couldn't understand what this Ulric dude is trying to do," she said, pointing at the page.
"Let me see," he said as he moved his chair closer to hers and looked over her shoulder. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her neck, ruffling her hair. He explained to her what Ulric the Oddball wanted to happen. But she barely heard him. She felt her spine tingle whenever he'd speak and feel his breath.
"Ginny?" he said very softly, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she replied softly as well. She turned her head slowly and looked at him. Harry's green eyes poured into hers. Stirring everything in her soul.
She began to breathe heavily when she saw Harry's eyes turn to her lips. His faced moved closer to hers in what seemed like an eternity to Ginny. Harry was still a bit hesitant, unsure of what she would do. But then he decided to find out and went for it. He gently pressed his lips against hers. Ginny closed her eyes and felt what this kiss was doing to her. Everything in her had been lit up. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands found her hips, pulling her closer. They were so immersed into each other's lips and each other's warmth that they had completely forgotten they were in the library. They weren't making any noise, but they had forgotten that they were in a public place. They didn't notice someone arrive until this person had to make herself known.
"Ahem!" Ginny immediately scooted away from Harry's arms and looked at who had interrupted her first kiss with Harry and Ginny blushed to a deep crimson. It was Harry who spoke first.
"Hermione!" he said, standing up and knocking a couple of books to the floor. Hermione somewhat giggled and bent down to pick up the books.
"You're such a klutz, Harry." She stood up and put the books on the table.
"I just came by to see if you're okay, but I guess you're really okay. So I'll just go." Ginny didn't say anything as Harry sat back down and as Hermione walked out of the library. She didn't look at Harry because she didn't know what to say to him after what just happened between them.
"Ginny," he said. She looked at him. "Would you like to take a walk outside? It's a bit hot in here," he said. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Sure." And they both stood up and walked out of the library. They went outside. Ginny couldn't stop smiling as she watched Harry walking ahead of her. Then he looked beside him and wondered where she was and saw that she was behind him. Harry turned around and waited for her to catch up. Then he entwined his fingers with hers.
"I wondered where you went."
"I'm here, Harry." Like I've been here all this time.
The End
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
As soon as Ginny Weasley opened her eyes the next morning, recollections of last night flashed into her mind. She sighed and closed her eyes again. She couldn't believe she had done that. She couldn't believe she yelled at Harry in front of every Gryffindor in the common room last night. And the worse part is, she yelled at him about her feelings. And not just any feelings, feelings for him. Why did everything seem to happen to her? No really, why?
Why are you asking that? You're the one who did this to yourself. Things don't just happen to you. Things happen because you willed it to.
But. but.
But all you want. I'm sure this is what you wished to happen. And now that it has, you're suddenly regretful. I believe that there is another thing that you're mum taught you and that is to have.
...no regrets.
Ginny sighed. It was her fault. But then she was tired of being pushed to one side while her friends got the glory. She opened her eyes again, got dressed and prepared herself to go outside.
Time to face the music.
As soon as she entered the great hall and approached the Gryffindor table, students from her house craned their necks to get a look at her. She just took a deep breath and went to find a seat. As she approached, she saw there were only two available seats left; one was beside Hermione and directly in front of Harry and the other one was beside Megan. She made a quick decision and chose to sit beside Megan. Megan was surprised when Ginny plopped down beside her. Ginny couldn't blame her, though. She didn't talk to her for quite a long time. Ginny smiled slightly.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh, no. Of course not," Megan said with a grin. "Ginny, I'm really sorry about the ball. I don't really like him but. I'm just really sorry. I know how I hurt your feelings by doing that."
Ginny smiled at her. "I'm sorry, too, Megan. I mean it was wrong of me to get mad at you just because he chose you over me. That wasn't your fault."
"So friends?" "Definitely." They smiled at each other and hugged.
"I can't believe you guys didn't talk for weeks," Sara said.
"Two weeks, to be exact," Diana said. "Hey, Ginny! Congratulations about last night."
Ginny looked up at this. She had been waiting for something to come up about last night.
"Yeah," Sara said. "It was really. enlightening." Ginny only smiled.
"Harry was really surprised," Megan whispered to Ginny. Ginny only looked at her and didn't say anything. Soon, people started getting up to leave the hall and proceed to their classes. Megan and the others had already left. Ginny said she'd stay for a while. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry stand up, together with Ron and Hermione. She pretended to be engrossed in her food as she saw them approach her.
"Hey Ginny!" Hermione said with a smile and sat down beside her.
"Hi Hermione," Ginny said, smiling back then looked up at Ron. "Hi bro!"
"Hey," Ron said. "You feeling okay?"
"Never been better," Ginny replied. She suddenly had the urge to look at Harry. So she did. She slowly looked up and saw that Harry was looking at her. Their eyes locked. Deep green pouring into misty blue. He stared at her for a while, and then she saw the sides of his mouth curl. And he smiled.
"Hi Ginny," Harry said in his beautiful voice, still smiling.
"Hi Harry," Ginny said with a small smile. Then she looked away. His intense green eyes were becoming too much for her.
"Well, we'd better be going," Hermione said, breaking the silence. "Will you be alright by yourself?"
"Sure. I'll see you guys later," Ginny said.
"Bye," Ron said. Ginny thought they had left because she heard their footsteps die away. But when she stood and prepared to go to class, she saw that Harry was still standing there. She gathered her things and looked at him in anticipation. He looked like he had something to say.
"Good luck in your classes today, Ginny," Harry said He looked at her again then walked out of the great hall. Ginny watched him leave and a smile formed on her face. He said seven words to her. Seven! He said my name twice already! And it's only 8:00. She grinned wider. Maybe her declaration last night wasn't so bad after all.
"So.how are you feeling?" Hermione asked. They were in Hermione's room, seated on her bed, munching on chocolate frogs. It was a rainy Saturday night in January.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked back.
"How are you feeling about you and Harry?" Hermione elaborated.
Ginny figured it was reasonable of Hermione to ask something about her and Harry. After all, after her pronouncement, as people liked to call it, things have considerably changed. Harry said her name at least five times a day. He smiled at her all the time and they even had some small talks. She knew that they had talked before. But that was brotherly like. This time it felt.well, it felt different. It was like meeting each other for the first time. She remembered and forged into her head every single moment, every single time that Harry called her name, smiled at her and talked to her. Nothing could escape her memory. She was going to savor everything and play it in her mind over and over and over and never get tired of it. But she suddenly became surprised when she realized what Hermione was implying. There was no her and Harry yet, after all things were just starting to begin.
"What do you mean me and Harry? There's no me and Harry," Ginny replied hurriedly. Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled.
"I mean you and Harry. How--?"
"Hermione! Stop repeating it," Ginny said. "It makes me feel." Hermione's eyebrows went up in anticipation. "Well.scared," Ginny finished.
"Oh that's normal, Gin," Hermione said. "It's alright to be afraid. It's natural. Just tell me about it."
"Well.I've never felt this way about anyone before so I'm not really sure at how to deal with it. I guess crying was the only way I knew out," Ginny said. "What about you, how are you feeling about me and Harry?"
"Don't ask me that, Gin."
"Why not? You're my friend and I want to know you're opinion," Ginny insisted.
"I'd rather not. I don't like to meddle in other people's relationships. Besides, mine is already too much at times," Hermione said. Ginny snorted as Hermione said the word relationship.
"We don't have a relationship, Hermione," Ginny told her.
Hermione smiled that smile that always makes you want to slap that person who wears that smile because it's obvious that they know something that you don't. Ginny smiled sweetly at her and Hermione's smile turned to apprehension.
"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"C'mon, Hermione. Tell me," Ginny pleaded.
"I don't want to meddle," Hermione said.
"You're not meddling if you'll just tell me what you're smiling about," Ginny said. "Please, Hermione! Please, please, please, please, please!"
Hermione sighed in defeat and threw her hands up. "Okay. You win." Ginny smiled and hugged her.
"Thank you! So what is it?"
"Well, it's probably nothing. But he talks about you," Hermione said softly.
"What? He does?" Ginny asked, sitting up straight very quickly as if someone ran an electric current through her. Hermione smiled warmly at her and nodded.
"Really?" Ginny looked dumbfounded. Hermione laughed this time.
"Really. Oh, Ginny, I don't know why you're so surprised." "Well.I." Ginny began; not knowing what to say then she peered at her. "Is that all?"
"That's all," Hermione said with a tone of finality.
"Are you sure?" Ginny said and Hermione laughed again.
Ginny lay on her bed that night listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the windows. Hermione said that they needed to sleep because she had to wake up early tomorrow and patrol the second floor. So they went to bed, Ginny still feeling dazed about, according to Hermione, the little confession. It was hardly little. To Ginny it meant everything. Harry talks about her. You know what that means don't you? Don't you? It means he thinks about her, too. She sighed happily. She thought about this throughout the night then fell asleep with Harry on her mind.
For days, Ginny didn't know and couldn't understand whether she was in a dream or in reality. Things that have been happening were things that could happen only in her dreams. or so she thought. It was because she noticed that Harry had been paying more attention to her in the past few weeks than he ever had her whole life. He did subtle things, too. Unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but Ginny discerned it all. She noted that he would always smile whenever she would look at him. He would do small things for her. Like help her out on her Potions essay even if it was his worst subject. And, this is the best thing, most of the time; she would catch him staring at her out of the corner of her eye. This is what excited her the most. It meant something. Something. Though she still didn't know what. That was one thing she still had to figure out.
Ginny was in the library at 9:00 in the morning on a Saturday with Hermione. Hermione had dragged her all the way there after breakfast so that they both could study on the upcoming exams (which was still a couple of months away), Ginny her O.W.L.s and Hermione, to Ginny's horror, her N.E.W.T.s. Ginny wasn't even halfway through her studying when she felt the need to stop.
"Hermione, can't we study another day?" Ginny said, pouting.
"No," Hermione said haughtily. "Your O.W.L.s are coming up soon and I want you to have top marks. Don't you?"
"I do. But it's still so far away. I could study next time," Ginny said, looking out of the library window. "It's so nice outside."
"Fine," Hermione said, closing her book shut and standing up. Ginny looked up at her and smiled happily as she gathered her things. "I'm going outside. While you stay here and study," Hermione finished.
Ginny sat down again and scowled. "You're kidding, right?"
"I mean it, Ginny," Hermione said. "Your mother told me to help you study for it and this is the only way. Take down some notes on all your books and I'll go through it later." Hermione left Ginny, who was burying her head on her arms thinking that this is going to be a long day. But then, Hermione was right, as usual. She did have to study a lot for those tests. Sighing, she opened her Transfiguration book and began to scribble down some notes.
After a few hours of reading and taking down notes, she found it impossible to go on. She was going to have a headache if she continued and she couldn't focus her eyes properly on the words anymore. So she decided to take a break. She stood up and walked over to the window to look at the students walking around on the grounds. Her eyes immediately roamed around, scanning every spot of the grounds her eyes could reach and felt disappointed when she didn't see what she wanted so badly to see. She sighed disappointedly and went back to her table and sat down, staring at her notebook and twirling her pen. As she was just thinking of going back to taking down notes, she heard a pair of footsteps coming nearer. She peered through the bookshelf in front of her and quite unexpectedly, the person she had been looking for earlier appeared beside her. Appear cool. It's okay. It's just Harry, Ginny thought. She took a deep breath as she saw him smile at her. That smile that she just found so striking so much.
"Hi Ginny," he said. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Is he kidding? "Um, no," Ginny answered. "Of course not."
Harry laid down his things on the table and sat down beside Ginny. "Thanks," he said with another of his fabulous smile.
"What are you studying?" she asked him.
"Oh, Professor Trelawney wanted me to do some extra charts for her," he answered. "Bummer, really."
"Yeah. I can only imagine," she said sympathetically. "I'm surprised you chose to do it today."
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at her. "Well, it's a Saturday. Everyone's outside having fun and you're here doing your homework," she replied.
"I'm not the only one," he said, smirking a bit at her.
"I wouldn't be here if I had a choice. Hermione had orders from my mum to make me study for my O.W.L.s."
"Where is she?" he asked, starting to write down some words on a piece of parchment.
"Outside. She said she'll be back to check on my note-taking," she said, opening her history of magic book.
"I can check it if you like," he said, not looking up from his work.
"You would?" she asked, surprised and looked at him.
He looked at her and smiled.again. "Sure." They both went back to work, both concentrated on their own thing.
Ginny sighed, frustrated. She couldn't understand what the book was telling her. She sighed again and buried her face on her arms. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Ginny looked at him.
"I'm fine. I just couldn't understand what this Ulric dude is trying to do," she said, pointing at the page.
"Let me see," he said as he moved his chair closer to hers and looked over her shoulder. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her neck, ruffling her hair. He explained to her what Ulric the Oddball wanted to happen. But she barely heard him. She felt her spine tingle whenever he'd speak and feel his breath.
"Ginny?" he said very softly, interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she replied softly as well. She turned her head slowly and looked at him. Harry's green eyes poured into hers. Stirring everything in her soul.
She began to breathe heavily when she saw Harry's eyes turn to her lips. His faced moved closer to hers in what seemed like an eternity to Ginny. Harry was still a bit hesitant, unsure of what she would do. But then he decided to find out and went for it. He gently pressed his lips against hers. Ginny closed her eyes and felt what this kiss was doing to her. Everything in her had been lit up. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands found her hips, pulling her closer. They were so immersed into each other's lips and each other's warmth that they had completely forgotten they were in the library. They weren't making any noise, but they had forgotten that they were in a public place. They didn't notice someone arrive until this person had to make herself known.
"Ahem!" Ginny immediately scooted away from Harry's arms and looked at who had interrupted her first kiss with Harry and Ginny blushed to a deep crimson. It was Harry who spoke first.
"Hermione!" he said, standing up and knocking a couple of books to the floor. Hermione somewhat giggled and bent down to pick up the books.
"You're such a klutz, Harry." She stood up and put the books on the table.
"I just came by to see if you're okay, but I guess you're really okay. So I'll just go." Ginny didn't say anything as Harry sat back down and as Hermione walked out of the library. She didn't look at Harry because she didn't know what to say to him after what just happened between them.
"Ginny," he said. She looked at him. "Would you like to take a walk outside? It's a bit hot in here," he said. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Sure." And they both stood up and walked out of the library. They went outside. Ginny couldn't stop smiling as she watched Harry walking ahead of her. Then he looked beside him and wondered where she was and saw that she was behind him. Harry turned around and waited for her to catch up. Then he entwined his fingers with hers.
"I wondered where you went."
"I'm here, Harry." Like I've been here all this time.
The End