Bittersweet
A/N: I must admit, the "Kiss the Girl" scene is not completely my idea, nor is it anyone's. I've seen it being used in many a tale, and here's another one. It was the only thing I could do, really, while re-writing this, to make sure this wasn't a completely fluffy chapter. However, there is some fluff left....I couldn't pull it, one of my muses pelted me with bologna until I put it back in. Don't ask.
The biggest bow ever goes to Fleur's "Kiss the Girl", the funniest matchmaking story I've ever read. Go read it after this.
V: Sweet
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Groaning, Harry shifted back and forth in his sleep, murmuring miserably. A ray of moonlight moved across his bed, illuminating his face. The person in the bed next to him shifted, a Ravenclaw seventh year with dark black hair by the name of Miguel Overite.
A dark figure stalks into the room. He is illuminated by the odd light of his hand, which is silver. Thinking that Miguel is Harry, he draws a knife up swiftly and pushes it right through his chest. Job done, he scurries away, shaking at the horrible deed he'd just done.
***
Ginny walked into the hospital wing as early as permitted. She'd felt so bad since Harry's collapse. Their fight had been one of the reasons, though the Quidditch Pitch had pulled the trigger.
Looking around the Hospital Wing, Ginny dropped her jacket and screamed.
***
Harry moved slowly towards the Gryffindor common room, feeling the stares of those around him. News of his nervous breakdown, despite the bludger story, had spread, and many believed that he ad killed that Ravenclaw, Miguel something.
Ginny glanced at him. "Ignore them. I know you didn't do it. The Gryffindors know you didn't do it." Harry nodded and made it to the Portrait. "My moose has a headache, oh yes he does." Harry swallowed hard, and walked into the common room.
It was mostly empty, save two other students and a newly dubbed professor. Sirius had taken over in care of magical creatures for Hagrid, who was on a mysterious mission for Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. They'd agreed not to bring anything bad up. "Hello, mate." Ron said. Sirius winked at Harry and Ginny. "Now we know what took you two so long." Harry blushed, realizing that he had unconsciously grabbed Ginny's hand. "Sirius!"
***
Harry was the only one left in the common room, or so he thought. It was near six o' clock in the morning, but Harry didn't care. He took a deep, rattling breath. The only reason he'd returned to the tower so early was because of that boy's death. More guilt, it was horrible.
"Harry?" Footsteps ascended the staircase. Harry turned, to see Ginny. He gave a weak smile. "Hey, Gin. I can't sleep." She smiled back. "Neither can I." Harry stood up, and Ginny walked to the window, arms crossed, saying nothing. She closed her eyes slightly, knowing why Harry couldn't sleep, and not liking it at all. Before she could get caught up in her thoughts, however, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her too him. Ginny gasped slightly, wondering as Harry leaned his head into the crook of her neck. She turned in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck, and leaning against his shoulder. He tightened her grip around her as they rocked back and forth, feeling safer than ever.
There was a banging noise. They broke apart quickly. A shout of "I is sorry!" that sounded like a house elf came from outside the Portrait hole. Ginny giggled, and Harry gave a deep laugh.
They looked at each other, blushed, and stepped far away.
Harry blinked as music started up, softly, but steadily growing louder. What was that from? Harry felt the color drain from his face.
The Little Mermaid.
Ginny looked at him, utterly confused, but comprehension dawned on her face as Parvati's unmistakable pretty singing voice filtered through the common room, with what sounded like Ron, Hermione, and the twins doing back-up.
"There, you see her Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl." Harry felt his face heat up as the reality of the situation hit him. Couldn't they be nice to him? He cursed every single loved god to ever have existed in mythology, and quite a few others.
"Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl."
Harry glanced at Ginny to gauge her reaction to this turn of events. He blinked, startled, as he realized that she was walking toward him, a sly grin on her face.
Oh, no. Not in front of everyone. Not...he'd never....damn, what if he missed?!?!
Lee Jordan's smooth voice took over and flowed through the chorus.
"Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl."
*I will not miss the girl if you shut up and go away!* He thought viciously. Nothing could ever go his way, nothing!
Ginny was standing right in front of him now. Harry mentally cursed as she grabbed his hands, put them in place, and forced them to dance. *She loves torturing me, damnit! Not that I don't want to kiss her.....damnit!*
The common room fire abruptly turned blue, and the common room itself got the illusion of a lagoon. Harry and Ginny looked down, and saw that they seemed to be dancing in a stream, surrounded by reeds and a night sky above them. *This isn't so bad, I suppose.*, Harry thought, looking at the 'sky', which had the occasional burst of fireworks across it. *Here I am, dancing with the girl I lo- BLOODY HELL I DID NOT ALMOST THINK THAT! I said FALLING in the note!*
"Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl."
Harry wondered when he was going to kiss her. He didn't have much of a choice, it seemed.
"Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl." Harry realized that he was blushing furiously, it increasing slightly when he, once again, managed to step on her foot. He smiled, though, when he heard her giggle, and they both burst out into laughter as they heard Ron, screeching over the lyrics in an uncanny impression of the movie.
"Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl."
Harry heard smacking sounds as the words "Kiss the Girl" were repeated over and over again. Steeling himself, trying to forget the tuna salad with onions Madam Pmofrey had given him for dinner, he did what the song had been screaming at him.
He finally kissed the girl.
Harry's heart sang, 'specially at how he didn't miss.
***
Next Chapter: Mostly Humor, Halloween
The Chapter after that: Blood. War. The chapter is most likely going to be called Blood Rush. Heh heh heh.
A/N: I must admit, the "Kiss the Girl" scene is not completely my idea, nor is it anyone's. I've seen it being used in many a tale, and here's another one. It was the only thing I could do, really, while re-writing this, to make sure this wasn't a completely fluffy chapter. However, there is some fluff left....I couldn't pull it, one of my muses pelted me with bologna until I put it back in. Don't ask.
The biggest bow ever goes to Fleur's "Kiss the Girl", the funniest matchmaking story I've ever read. Go read it after this.
V: Sweet
****
Groaning, Harry shifted back and forth in his sleep, murmuring miserably. A ray of moonlight moved across his bed, illuminating his face. The person in the bed next to him shifted, a Ravenclaw seventh year with dark black hair by the name of Miguel Overite.
A dark figure stalks into the room. He is illuminated by the odd light of his hand, which is silver. Thinking that Miguel is Harry, he draws a knife up swiftly and pushes it right through his chest. Job done, he scurries away, shaking at the horrible deed he'd just done.
***
Ginny walked into the hospital wing as early as permitted. She'd felt so bad since Harry's collapse. Their fight had been one of the reasons, though the Quidditch Pitch had pulled the trigger.
Looking around the Hospital Wing, Ginny dropped her jacket and screamed.
***
Harry moved slowly towards the Gryffindor common room, feeling the stares of those around him. News of his nervous breakdown, despite the bludger story, had spread, and many believed that he ad killed that Ravenclaw, Miguel something.
Ginny glanced at him. "Ignore them. I know you didn't do it. The Gryffindors know you didn't do it." Harry nodded and made it to the Portrait. "My moose has a headache, oh yes he does." Harry swallowed hard, and walked into the common room.
It was mostly empty, save two other students and a newly dubbed professor. Sirius had taken over in care of magical creatures for Hagrid, who was on a mysterious mission for Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. They'd agreed not to bring anything bad up. "Hello, mate." Ron said. Sirius winked at Harry and Ginny. "Now we know what took you two so long." Harry blushed, realizing that he had unconsciously grabbed Ginny's hand. "Sirius!"
***
Harry was the only one left in the common room, or so he thought. It was near six o' clock in the morning, but Harry didn't care. He took a deep, rattling breath. The only reason he'd returned to the tower so early was because of that boy's death. More guilt, it was horrible.
"Harry?" Footsteps ascended the staircase. Harry turned, to see Ginny. He gave a weak smile. "Hey, Gin. I can't sleep." She smiled back. "Neither can I." Harry stood up, and Ginny walked to the window, arms crossed, saying nothing. She closed her eyes slightly, knowing why Harry couldn't sleep, and not liking it at all. Before she could get caught up in her thoughts, however, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her too him. Ginny gasped slightly, wondering as Harry leaned his head into the crook of her neck. She turned in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck, and leaning against his shoulder. He tightened her grip around her as they rocked back and forth, feeling safer than ever.
There was a banging noise. They broke apart quickly. A shout of "I is sorry!" that sounded like a house elf came from outside the Portrait hole. Ginny giggled, and Harry gave a deep laugh.
They looked at each other, blushed, and stepped far away.
Harry blinked as music started up, softly, but steadily growing louder. What was that from? Harry felt the color drain from his face.
The Little Mermaid.
Ginny looked at him, utterly confused, but comprehension dawned on her face as Parvati's unmistakable pretty singing voice filtered through the common room, with what sounded like Ron, Hermione, and the twins doing back-up.
"There, you see her Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl." Harry felt his face heat up as the reality of the situation hit him. Couldn't they be nice to him? He cursed every single loved god to ever have existed in mythology, and quite a few others.
"Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl."
Harry glanced at Ginny to gauge her reaction to this turn of events. He blinked, startled, as he realized that she was walking toward him, a sly grin on her face.
Oh, no. Not in front of everyone. Not...he'd never....damn, what if he missed?!?!
Lee Jordan's smooth voice took over and flowed through the chorus.
"Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl."
*I will not miss the girl if you shut up and go away!* He thought viciously. Nothing could ever go his way, nothing!
Ginny was standing right in front of him now. Harry mentally cursed as she grabbed his hands, put them in place, and forced them to dance. *She loves torturing me, damnit! Not that I don't want to kiss her.....damnit!*
The common room fire abruptly turned blue, and the common room itself got the illusion of a lagoon. Harry and Ginny looked down, and saw that they seemed to be dancing in a stream, surrounded by reeds and a night sky above them. *This isn't so bad, I suppose.*, Harry thought, looking at the 'sky', which had the occasional burst of fireworks across it. *Here I am, dancing with the girl I lo- BLOODY HELL I DID NOT ALMOST THINK THAT! I said FALLING in the note!*
"Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl."
Harry wondered when he was going to kiss her. He didn't have much of a choice, it seemed.
"Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl." Harry realized that he was blushing furiously, it increasing slightly when he, once again, managed to step on her foot. He smiled, though, when he heard her giggle, and they both burst out into laughter as they heard Ron, screeching over the lyrics in an uncanny impression of the movie.
"Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl."
Harry heard smacking sounds as the words "Kiss the Girl" were repeated over and over again. Steeling himself, trying to forget the tuna salad with onions Madam Pmofrey had given him for dinner, he did what the song had been screaming at him.
He finally kissed the girl.
Harry's heart sang, 'specially at how he didn't miss.
***
Next Chapter: Mostly Humor, Halloween
The Chapter after that: Blood. War. The chapter is most likely going to be called Blood Rush. Heh heh heh.