DISCLAIMER: All is JK Rowlings! NOT MINE!! Have a nice day!
A/N: This is labeled 'Another Argument', but it is NOT between Ginny and
Harry. I'm not saying who between, so you'll have to read! :-D Please R/R!
Thanks!
--Oh, and BTW... the reason Harry is playin' Quidditch, is b/c after Umbridge left, he was able to get his broom/position back because the 'laws' were banned.
Previously in 'Midnight Quarrels'....
..."We do understand, Harry. We mourn with you. You think there's no real family left, Harry. But there is. Us. Me. Ron. Hermione. We're your family." Ginny embraced Harry in a warm hug. "We love you, Harry, no matter what you think. You have to listen to me. Don't go blaming other peoples faults on you. Sirius got killed. You didn't kill him. We love you," Ginny repeated, pulling back. He was staring at Ginny as tears continued to roll down her face. "We love you." Standing up, Ginny said only eight more words before leaving up to her dormitory. "We love you, Harry, and I love you."...
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Harry collapsed on his bed, and looked up at the canopy. Moonlight was streaming in on his night table, and a spare quill was lying there.
"Harry?" A quiet moan came from Ron's four-poster bed. "What're you doin' up this late? It's 12:15 in the mornin', mate. You really should get some s-s-s-sleep..." He failed to stifle a yawn.
"Sorry, Ron," Harry whispered in reply. "I was just... downstairs... thinking. Oh well, 'night." He took off his glasses and rolled on his side under the covers. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Yet, sleep never did come. Harry spent the night pondering about the scene downstairs. When morning came, Ron couldn't find him anywhere.
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"Harry? Oiy, Harry!" Ron called for his friend as he raced down the Great Hall. Students that were already there turned to see what the commotion was all about. "Harry! T- Th- There you are! I was looking all over for you!" The broad chest boy buttoned his robes.
"Sorry, Ron. I... just wanted to eat an early breakfast." Harry smiled weakly, and returned to his ham and eggs.
"Yeah, Harry." Ron sat down and grabbed himself a plate of bacon and eggs. "And I'm the bloody Queen of England. C'mon, mate. You know as well as I do--" Ron stuffed his mouth full of bacon. "thash thash nuff sa tush."
"What?" Harry asked, shaking his head in disgust. He took a sip of orange juice before finishing, "I can't understand you. Swallow, will ya Ron? I don't enjoy seeing your mashed up breakfast." Ron did as told.
"Sorry mate. I said that you know as well as I do that that's not the truth." The freckled face six year began to almost inhale his food. In a matter of minutes, Ron was reaching for a second serving, and Harry still hasn't answered.
"Hi, Harry! Hello Ron..." Hermione Granger swept up to the table where her friends were sitting. She sat down next to Ron. "Have a good sleep, Ron? Harry?" Harry was in the middle of chewing up a piece of ham, and choked on it when Hermione pronounced his named especially slowly. After a few seconds of Ron thumping him hard on the back, Harry resumed his natural state.
"Yeah, I had a good sleep. You?" he asked, casually.
"It was alright. Ginny," Hermione pronounced her name slowly as well, and took a sip of pumpkin juice before resuming. "Ginny will be down here in a minute."
"Hermione?" Ron asked, placing his hands on the table. "Are you... OK? Or do you know something I don't but Harry does?" Hermione gave a deep sigh, and looked towards the entrance doors. Ginny Weasley came rushing in, and took a seat next to Hermione. When she saw Harry looking at her, she turned away.
"Um... 'Mione? Are you speaking to me or what?" Ron looked a bit hurt when he asked.
"Oh... sorry, Ron." Hermione coloured a bit at the cheeks. "I- I guess I'll tell you, but not here, anyway." She grabbed Ron's wrist, and pulled him up.
"Can we go to the Quidditch pitch? I have to practice!"
"Fine Ron..." Hermione and Ron's voices trailed off. When they were out of sight, Ginny had her head buried in her arms.
"Urk... Ginny?" Harry asked, scooting closer. "What's... wrong?" Ginny gave a loud sob, and sighed into her arms. She lifted her head, and put the tendrils of hair that were in her face behind her ears.
"It's nothing," she whispered, wiping tears away. "Just... nothing, Harry." Ginny took this moment as a chance to teach Harry a little lesson about understanding. "Absolutely nothing, Harry. You wouldn't understand." Ginny snipped at him, and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm leaving. So now," she said sarcastically; tears had stopped pouring out. "You can spend your breakfast time alone, pondering over things that I don't understand!" The red-head gave a small scoff, and left. Harry was thinking about what to do, so he got up and dashed after her.
"Ginny!" He shouted; his voice echoing off the corridor walls. "Wait!" Ginny stopped in her tracks, gave a surrendering sigh, and turned around.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks for the second time in two days. "I thought I didn't understand." Ginny tried to furrow her brows as best as possible, but it was hard as she was crying.
"Ginny, look, I- I- I'm sorry, alright?" Harry's eyes looked worn, and begging. "Look, meet me by the lake at... at 2:00, alright?" Ginny gave a small, but brief nod, and dashed off to the common room.
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Meanwhile....
"What do you mean she had a row with Harry?!" Ron asked, in surprise. "He didn't tell me this las--"
"RON!" Hermione interrupted. "Ginny told me, and maybe Harry didn't bother telling you because GINNY IS YOUR SISTER!" Hermione's voice rose so loud that Ron had to clamp his hand over it before it drew unwanted attention. This caused both of them to turn a violent shade of red.
"She might be my sister," Ron stated, removing his hand. "But Harry's my friend. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go practice." Ron turned around without another word to Hermione and left.
"He might be your friend, but he doesn't have to tell you everything." Hermione thought harshly; she scowled at the air, and left for the library.
When Ron met up with Harry at the Quidditch Pitch, he was beginning to smoke at the ears.
"Harry!" Ron bellowed. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Harry turned around as he was jumping on his Firebolt.
"Tell you what?" He kicked off the ground, leaving Ron in a cloud of dust. Ron hopped on his own broom, and sped off towards his friend.
"Tell me that you had a row with my sister last night!!" Ron's voice was cold, and hard. He was breathing heavily, and had to stop to catch his breath. [A/N: Sorry if it doesn't make sense...]
"Ron, this is exact--" Harry was cut off by a voice of impatience.
"Exactly why you wouldn't tell me?! She's my sister, Harry! I bloody well want to know what's going on with her! I love her Harry, and I will always protect her. Ginny's my sister, and even if it's you, I'll protect her." Ron shook his red-hair in anger, and sped of towards the Goals he was to guard.
"Yeah, well, try to protect her this afternoon, Freckle-Face." Harry mocked Ron in a low voice, and flew off to find the Snitch.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short!
Thanks to those who reviewed! :-D
--Oh, and BTW... the reason Harry is playin' Quidditch, is b/c after Umbridge left, he was able to get his broom/position back because the 'laws' were banned.
Previously in 'Midnight Quarrels'....
..."We do understand, Harry. We mourn with you. You think there's no real family left, Harry. But there is. Us. Me. Ron. Hermione. We're your family." Ginny embraced Harry in a warm hug. "We love you, Harry, no matter what you think. You have to listen to me. Don't go blaming other peoples faults on you. Sirius got killed. You didn't kill him. We love you," Ginny repeated, pulling back. He was staring at Ginny as tears continued to roll down her face. "We love you." Standing up, Ginny said only eight more words before leaving up to her dormitory. "We love you, Harry, and I love you."...
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Harry collapsed on his bed, and looked up at the canopy. Moonlight was streaming in on his night table, and a spare quill was lying there.
"Harry?" A quiet moan came from Ron's four-poster bed. "What're you doin' up this late? It's 12:15 in the mornin', mate. You really should get some s-s-s-sleep..." He failed to stifle a yawn.
"Sorry, Ron," Harry whispered in reply. "I was just... downstairs... thinking. Oh well, 'night." He took off his glasses and rolled on his side under the covers. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Yet, sleep never did come. Harry spent the night pondering about the scene downstairs. When morning came, Ron couldn't find him anywhere.
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"Harry? Oiy, Harry!" Ron called for his friend as he raced down the Great Hall. Students that were already there turned to see what the commotion was all about. "Harry! T- Th- There you are! I was looking all over for you!" The broad chest boy buttoned his robes.
"Sorry, Ron. I... just wanted to eat an early breakfast." Harry smiled weakly, and returned to his ham and eggs.
"Yeah, Harry." Ron sat down and grabbed himself a plate of bacon and eggs. "And I'm the bloody Queen of England. C'mon, mate. You know as well as I do--" Ron stuffed his mouth full of bacon. "thash thash nuff sa tush."
"What?" Harry asked, shaking his head in disgust. He took a sip of orange juice before finishing, "I can't understand you. Swallow, will ya Ron? I don't enjoy seeing your mashed up breakfast." Ron did as told.
"Sorry mate. I said that you know as well as I do that that's not the truth." The freckled face six year began to almost inhale his food. In a matter of minutes, Ron was reaching for a second serving, and Harry still hasn't answered.
"Hi, Harry! Hello Ron..." Hermione Granger swept up to the table where her friends were sitting. She sat down next to Ron. "Have a good sleep, Ron? Harry?" Harry was in the middle of chewing up a piece of ham, and choked on it when Hermione pronounced his named especially slowly. After a few seconds of Ron thumping him hard on the back, Harry resumed his natural state.
"Yeah, I had a good sleep. You?" he asked, casually.
"It was alright. Ginny," Hermione pronounced her name slowly as well, and took a sip of pumpkin juice before resuming. "Ginny will be down here in a minute."
"Hermione?" Ron asked, placing his hands on the table. "Are you... OK? Or do you know something I don't but Harry does?" Hermione gave a deep sigh, and looked towards the entrance doors. Ginny Weasley came rushing in, and took a seat next to Hermione. When she saw Harry looking at her, she turned away.
"Um... 'Mione? Are you speaking to me or what?" Ron looked a bit hurt when he asked.
"Oh... sorry, Ron." Hermione coloured a bit at the cheeks. "I- I guess I'll tell you, but not here, anyway." She grabbed Ron's wrist, and pulled him up.
"Can we go to the Quidditch pitch? I have to practice!"
"Fine Ron..." Hermione and Ron's voices trailed off. When they were out of sight, Ginny had her head buried in her arms.
"Urk... Ginny?" Harry asked, scooting closer. "What's... wrong?" Ginny gave a loud sob, and sighed into her arms. She lifted her head, and put the tendrils of hair that were in her face behind her ears.
"It's nothing," she whispered, wiping tears away. "Just... nothing, Harry." Ginny took this moment as a chance to teach Harry a little lesson about understanding. "Absolutely nothing, Harry. You wouldn't understand." Ginny snipped at him, and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm leaving. So now," she said sarcastically; tears had stopped pouring out. "You can spend your breakfast time alone, pondering over things that I don't understand!" The red-head gave a small scoff, and left. Harry was thinking about what to do, so he got up and dashed after her.
"Ginny!" He shouted; his voice echoing off the corridor walls. "Wait!" Ginny stopped in her tracks, gave a surrendering sigh, and turned around.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks for the second time in two days. "I thought I didn't understand." Ginny tried to furrow her brows as best as possible, but it was hard as she was crying.
"Ginny, look, I- I- I'm sorry, alright?" Harry's eyes looked worn, and begging. "Look, meet me by the lake at... at 2:00, alright?" Ginny gave a small, but brief nod, and dashed off to the common room.
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Meanwhile....
"What do you mean she had a row with Harry?!" Ron asked, in surprise. "He didn't tell me this las--"
"RON!" Hermione interrupted. "Ginny told me, and maybe Harry didn't bother telling you because GINNY IS YOUR SISTER!" Hermione's voice rose so loud that Ron had to clamp his hand over it before it drew unwanted attention. This caused both of them to turn a violent shade of red.
"She might be my sister," Ron stated, removing his hand. "But Harry's my friend. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go practice." Ron turned around without another word to Hermione and left.
"He might be your friend, but he doesn't have to tell you everything." Hermione thought harshly; she scowled at the air, and left for the library.
When Ron met up with Harry at the Quidditch Pitch, he was beginning to smoke at the ears.
"Harry!" Ron bellowed. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Harry turned around as he was jumping on his Firebolt.
"Tell you what?" He kicked off the ground, leaving Ron in a cloud of dust. Ron hopped on his own broom, and sped off towards his friend.
"Tell me that you had a row with my sister last night!!" Ron's voice was cold, and hard. He was breathing heavily, and had to stop to catch his breath. [A/N: Sorry if it doesn't make sense...]
"Ron, this is exact--" Harry was cut off by a voice of impatience.
"Exactly why you wouldn't tell me?! She's my sister, Harry! I bloody well want to know what's going on with her! I love her Harry, and I will always protect her. Ginny's my sister, and even if it's you, I'll protect her." Ron shook his red-hair in anger, and sped of towards the Goals he was to guard.
"Yeah, well, try to protect her this afternoon, Freckle-Face." Harry mocked Ron in a low voice, and flew off to find the Snitch.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short!
Thanks to those who reviewed! :-D