{A/N: Thanks to all for being so supportive!
Elvish Fairy--Thank you! Narwen--That's an interesting coincidence. Well, I'm actually psychic. JennaMae, if u are actually reading this--I luv ur writings and ur awesome website!!
Okay I'm done. Have fun reading.}
"You were kind of quiet during dinner Harry. Is something wrong?" Hermione asked in the Common room later that night. Everyone was either doing homework or complaining about homework, and Ron had run up for a book. "If it's about what Ron said earlier..."
"No! I was thinking about..." Harry scrambled through his brain. "...Quidditch."
Hermione seemed to accept this and went back to her own work. Harry sighed. He had not been thinking about Quidditch, but neither had he been thinking about the dark lord. He was merely wondering what he was going to say to Ginny.
Harry looked over at her. She was working hard, and he watched her as she tucked a stand of curly red hair behind her ear. Suddenly, she looked up, as though she had felt his eyes on her. Glancing at him, she tore off a corner off the parchment and scribbled something down. Then she began to walk over.
"Hermione, can I ask you a question?" Ginny began talking to the older girl, but deftly slipped the crumpled note in front of Harry. "I have to write an essay on creature that can deflect magic, and I'm not sure if I should do Lethifolds or Graphooks..."
Harry opened the piece of parchment. It had one word on it-
'When?'
Harry wrote 'tonight' and cautiously placed it under Ginny's hand, and he watched her fist close around it.
"...since they deflect with their skin, rather than are truly immune to it, that is definitely the essay to do," Hermione finished up, and Ginny thanked her. She smiled at the both of them, and walked back to the spot where she had sat before.
Both Hermione and Harry returned to their homework, and Harry sank into a boredom-induced stupor.
***
Only three people were left in the common room, Harry, Ginny, and Neville Longbottom. Harry kept looking at Ginny and vice versa, it seemed that both had run out of homework to fake doing.
Harry heard Ginny sigh and wondered if the wait was bothering her. Quite frankly, Harry did not mind. After all, it was buying him time. However, fifteen minutes later, Harry also became quite perturbed with the situation, and decided to do something.
"Hey, Ginny?"
She looked up, surprised, and glanced at Neville.
"Do you have a sheet of parchment I could borrow?"
Harry got up and stood next to her. He then discreetly tapped his wand on the blank sheet and his words spelled out on it.
"He's still here." The writing disappeared. Ginny looked thoughtfully at Harry's face, than at Neville. She blushed.
"I don't think he's leaving," her own wand tapped on the paper.
"Now what?"
"You're the hero here."
Harry frowned at the last comment. He did not like anyone referring to him as a hero, but then he saw Ginny's face. She was grinning, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I was just kidding!"
Harry reached to ruffle her hair, but she ducked. Then Ginny's face lit up.
"I'll be back in about five minutes," the paper said.
"Goodnight boys, it's getting too late for me. You really should consider turning in." Ginny smiled at Neville. Harry noticed she had left her book on the table. Both boys watched her climb the stairs.
A minute later, Neville said, "Goodnight, Harry. Sorry your homework is taking you so long." Harry felt a pang of guilt.
"Erm... thanks Neville." Harry glanced at the clock, hoping Ginny would return soon. Neville retreated to their dormitory.
Ginny returned, saying as she came down the stairs, "Oh, silly me, I forgot my book..." Seeing Harry alone, she paused. "So he's gone, huh? I wonder what was taking him so long..."
"Probably potions." Harry smile, but Ginny just sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said, at least if I upset you. I should have been more tactful, I guess. But I'm not going to take anything back..."
Harry interrupted. "Don't be sorry. You were right."
Ginny stood silently.
{A/N: I feel disgusted myself. I despise Harry's upcoming monologue. Hopefully the clichés will lessen as I write more. In the meantime--- eugh.}
"Listen... I-I do need some help. I've finally admitted it. Now... can you help me?"
Harry watched for a response. She stared down, and Harry found he had no clue what she was thinking.
"Why me?" she asked quietly.
Harry cleared his throat. "Because maybe...maybe we can help each other." {A/N: excuse me while I 'eugh' again.}
Ginny faintly smile. "Alright then."
Harry felt relief sweep through his body. "Okay, this is where you come in. Where do we start?"
Ginny looked at Harry's eyes. "Why don't you tell me exactly what your dreams are like?"
Harry told her about Cedric, and how they took the cup. He described to her in detail what happened with Voldemort, and at times thought it was going to give her nightmares. However, Ginny listen to it all with admirable composure, and when he finished, commented, "Well, I can see why you're having nightmares."
Her eyes opened wide, looking at the clock. Harry turned around.
"We are going to be bloody tired in the morning."
Each said their respective goodnights and retired to their beds for a dreamless, yet short, slumber.
***
Ron's wake up call came all too early for Harry on Friday.
"Damn..." Harry launched into a spectacular array of profanities as Ron dragged him out of bed by the ankles.
"If we're late to Potions, Snape'll murder us." He stood Harry up. "I already let you sleep through breakfast. What time did you get to bed last night?"
Harry glanced Ron's way. Harry hoped it was a rhetorical question, but Ron was waiting for an answer.
"Dunno. Quite late."
"Well, whatever. Let's get going!"
Harry and Ron went down into the Common room, where they found Hermione holding up a very dazed Ginny.
"Blimey, you look dead-tired," Ron said to Ginny, noticing her drooping eyes.
"And a good morning to you too," Ginny mumbled.
Hermione asked Harry why he was not at breakfast, that morning, and she immediately connected Harry and Ginny's mutual lack of sleep.
"What were you two up all night doing?" Although Hermione was oblivious to the double-meaning of her statement, she did see Ron's scowl at her words.
Harry and Ginny, on the other hand, were both jolted awake.
"I, er..." Harry was not thinking straight. All he could fathom was that he wanted their discussion to remain secret. Ginny seemed to know this also, but luckily she was more alert.
"Harry was helping me with Muggle Studies last night," she explained, altogether believably. "I forgot about an essay I had, and since I also forgot to research, Harry needed to give me all my information for it."
Harry gratefully smiled at her, and everyone fell silent. Hermione looked thoughtfully at the two, and reminded Ron and Harry they were going to be late for potions.
Ginny yelped. "I've got to get all the way to Care of Magical Creatures!" She blushed at Ron's chuckle and ran out of the portrait hole.
"Let's go."
Elvish Fairy--Thank you! Narwen--That's an interesting coincidence. Well, I'm actually psychic. JennaMae, if u are actually reading this--I luv ur writings and ur awesome website!!
Okay I'm done. Have fun reading.}
"You were kind of quiet during dinner Harry. Is something wrong?" Hermione asked in the Common room later that night. Everyone was either doing homework or complaining about homework, and Ron had run up for a book. "If it's about what Ron said earlier..."
"No! I was thinking about..." Harry scrambled through his brain. "...Quidditch."
Hermione seemed to accept this and went back to her own work. Harry sighed. He had not been thinking about Quidditch, but neither had he been thinking about the dark lord. He was merely wondering what he was going to say to Ginny.
Harry looked over at her. She was working hard, and he watched her as she tucked a stand of curly red hair behind her ear. Suddenly, she looked up, as though she had felt his eyes on her. Glancing at him, she tore off a corner off the parchment and scribbled something down. Then she began to walk over.
"Hermione, can I ask you a question?" Ginny began talking to the older girl, but deftly slipped the crumpled note in front of Harry. "I have to write an essay on creature that can deflect magic, and I'm not sure if I should do Lethifolds or Graphooks..."
Harry opened the piece of parchment. It had one word on it-
'When?'
Harry wrote 'tonight' and cautiously placed it under Ginny's hand, and he watched her fist close around it.
"...since they deflect with their skin, rather than are truly immune to it, that is definitely the essay to do," Hermione finished up, and Ginny thanked her. She smiled at the both of them, and walked back to the spot where she had sat before.
Both Hermione and Harry returned to their homework, and Harry sank into a boredom-induced stupor.
***
Only three people were left in the common room, Harry, Ginny, and Neville Longbottom. Harry kept looking at Ginny and vice versa, it seemed that both had run out of homework to fake doing.
Harry heard Ginny sigh and wondered if the wait was bothering her. Quite frankly, Harry did not mind. After all, it was buying him time. However, fifteen minutes later, Harry also became quite perturbed with the situation, and decided to do something.
"Hey, Ginny?"
She looked up, surprised, and glanced at Neville.
"Do you have a sheet of parchment I could borrow?"
Harry got up and stood next to her. He then discreetly tapped his wand on the blank sheet and his words spelled out on it.
"He's still here." The writing disappeared. Ginny looked thoughtfully at Harry's face, than at Neville. She blushed.
"I don't think he's leaving," her own wand tapped on the paper.
"Now what?"
"You're the hero here."
Harry frowned at the last comment. He did not like anyone referring to him as a hero, but then he saw Ginny's face. She was grinning, with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I was just kidding!"
Harry reached to ruffle her hair, but she ducked. Then Ginny's face lit up.
"I'll be back in about five minutes," the paper said.
"Goodnight boys, it's getting too late for me. You really should consider turning in." Ginny smiled at Neville. Harry noticed she had left her book on the table. Both boys watched her climb the stairs.
A minute later, Neville said, "Goodnight, Harry. Sorry your homework is taking you so long." Harry felt a pang of guilt.
"Erm... thanks Neville." Harry glanced at the clock, hoping Ginny would return soon. Neville retreated to their dormitory.
Ginny returned, saying as she came down the stairs, "Oh, silly me, I forgot my book..." Seeing Harry alone, she paused. "So he's gone, huh? I wonder what was taking him so long..."
"Probably potions." Harry smile, but Ginny just sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said, at least if I upset you. I should have been more tactful, I guess. But I'm not going to take anything back..."
Harry interrupted. "Don't be sorry. You were right."
Ginny stood silently.
{A/N: I feel disgusted myself. I despise Harry's upcoming monologue. Hopefully the clichés will lessen as I write more. In the meantime--- eugh.}
"Listen... I-I do need some help. I've finally admitted it. Now... can you help me?"
Harry watched for a response. She stared down, and Harry found he had no clue what she was thinking.
"Why me?" she asked quietly.
Harry cleared his throat. "Because maybe...maybe we can help each other." {A/N: excuse me while I 'eugh' again.}
Ginny faintly smile. "Alright then."
Harry felt relief sweep through his body. "Okay, this is where you come in. Where do we start?"
Ginny looked at Harry's eyes. "Why don't you tell me exactly what your dreams are like?"
Harry told her about Cedric, and how they took the cup. He described to her in detail what happened with Voldemort, and at times thought it was going to give her nightmares. However, Ginny listen to it all with admirable composure, and when he finished, commented, "Well, I can see why you're having nightmares."
Her eyes opened wide, looking at the clock. Harry turned around.
"We are going to be bloody tired in the morning."
Each said their respective goodnights and retired to their beds for a dreamless, yet short, slumber.
***
Ron's wake up call came all too early for Harry on Friday.
"Damn..." Harry launched into a spectacular array of profanities as Ron dragged him out of bed by the ankles.
"If we're late to Potions, Snape'll murder us." He stood Harry up. "I already let you sleep through breakfast. What time did you get to bed last night?"
Harry glanced Ron's way. Harry hoped it was a rhetorical question, but Ron was waiting for an answer.
"Dunno. Quite late."
"Well, whatever. Let's get going!"
Harry and Ron went down into the Common room, where they found Hermione holding up a very dazed Ginny.
"Blimey, you look dead-tired," Ron said to Ginny, noticing her drooping eyes.
"And a good morning to you too," Ginny mumbled.
Hermione asked Harry why he was not at breakfast, that morning, and she immediately connected Harry and Ginny's mutual lack of sleep.
"What were you two up all night doing?" Although Hermione was oblivious to the double-meaning of her statement, she did see Ron's scowl at her words.
Harry and Ginny, on the other hand, were both jolted awake.
"I, er..." Harry was not thinking straight. All he could fathom was that he wanted their discussion to remain secret. Ginny seemed to know this also, but luckily she was more alert.
"Harry was helping me with Muggle Studies last night," she explained, altogether believably. "I forgot about an essay I had, and since I also forgot to research, Harry needed to give me all my information for it."
Harry gratefully smiled at her, and everyone fell silent. Hermione looked thoughtfully at the two, and reminded Ron and Harry they were going to be late for potions.
Ginny yelped. "I've got to get all the way to Care of Magical Creatures!" She blushed at Ron's chuckle and ran out of the portrait hole.
"Let's go."
