Ginny was giggling again and it made his stomach flutter. Harry scratched
his head again. He was stuck doing an essay for potions while Ginny beat
Ron at chess. Ginny was beating Ron! He wanted to be there to cheer Ginny
on, not halfway across the common room. A victorious cheer emerged from
around the chessboard. Ginny had won- he knew she would. Hermione was
trying to keep Ron from losing his dignity any further by challenging Ginny
to a rematch, while Ginny skipped over to join Harry. "Harry!" Ginny
giggled. "You missed the crowning achievement of my fifth year." She
proclaimed sitting down next to him.
"Does that mean you're not going to beat Percy's O.W.L's scores then?"
"I didn't say that." She said giggling again. Harry was coming to like giggling more and more each time he heard Ginny giggle. "Still working on potions?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Almost finished. Two inches left." Harry sighed continuing to write.
"Write really big. I want to visit the kitchens."
"You just want to here Dobby call you 'Harry Potter's Wheezy' in person." Harry joked, earning him a hard whack along the head.
" I do not. I'm hungry, for your information."
"You're almost as bad as Ron, neither of you ever have a full stomach."
"You did not just compare me to my brother!" she said with mock outrage.
"Not on purpose," Harry mumbled finishing his essay. "Done."
"Good." Ginny said getting up. Harry didn't. "Well come on."
"Why?"
"Because I want to and I'm hungry," Ginny asked slightly curious were Harry was taking this.
"Well, I'm not. What's in it for me?" Harry asked turning to look Ginny in the eye. Ginny smirked.
"What to you want?" Ginny asked. Harry eyed her suspiciously. "Maybe." she continued, "you want to hold hands?" Harry blushed. "Maybe snuggle really close under your cloak?" she continued to tease- barely containing the blush she felt crawling up her neck by turning away from Harry and walking towards the portrait hole, asking behind her "Coming?" to which Harry complied.
Out in the corridor neither spoke until Ginny did something even she didn't realize she'd done till she was doing it. She took Harry's hand in hers. She didn't even realize they'd reached the kitchens until they were entering them- she was too wrapped up in the feeling of their fingers laced together.
Harry was trying to suppress his smile; he could feel the bracelet on Ginny's wrist against his skin and the memory of when he gave it to her replayed in his memory for the millionth time. He reached up to tickle the pear with a smile.
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Author's Note: I started this story a long time ago and never posted it for fear of it sucking. Since book five is coming out in like seven days I figured I should post it while it's still in line with the so far. Thanks, please review.
"Does that mean you're not going to beat Percy's O.W.L's scores then?"
"I didn't say that." She said giggling again. Harry was coming to like giggling more and more each time he heard Ginny giggle. "Still working on potions?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Almost finished. Two inches left." Harry sighed continuing to write.
"Write really big. I want to visit the kitchens."
"You just want to here Dobby call you 'Harry Potter's Wheezy' in person." Harry joked, earning him a hard whack along the head.
" I do not. I'm hungry, for your information."
"You're almost as bad as Ron, neither of you ever have a full stomach."
"You did not just compare me to my brother!" she said with mock outrage.
"Not on purpose," Harry mumbled finishing his essay. "Done."
"Good." Ginny said getting up. Harry didn't. "Well come on."
"Why?"
"Because I want to and I'm hungry," Ginny asked slightly curious were Harry was taking this.
"Well, I'm not. What's in it for me?" Harry asked turning to look Ginny in the eye. Ginny smirked.
"What to you want?" Ginny asked. Harry eyed her suspiciously. "Maybe." she continued, "you want to hold hands?" Harry blushed. "Maybe snuggle really close under your cloak?" she continued to tease- barely containing the blush she felt crawling up her neck by turning away from Harry and walking towards the portrait hole, asking behind her "Coming?" to which Harry complied.
Out in the corridor neither spoke until Ginny did something even she didn't realize she'd done till she was doing it. She took Harry's hand in hers. She didn't even realize they'd reached the kitchens until they were entering them- she was too wrapped up in the feeling of their fingers laced together.
Harry was trying to suppress his smile; he could feel the bracelet on Ginny's wrist against his skin and the memory of when he gave it to her replayed in his memory for the millionth time. He reached up to tickle the pear with a smile.
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Author's Note: I started this story a long time ago and never posted it for fear of it sucking. Since book five is coming out in like seven days I figured I should post it while it's still in line with the so far. Thanks, please review.
