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A/N: Please like it! Please, please, please! :-D
Previously in 'Midnight Quarrels', in Chapter 2...
..."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.
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After Quidditch Practice, in which a very moody Ron blocked all the shots, lunch was on the way. Hermione had just finished in the library when she met up with Harry. He was looking very solemn; expression showed that he was going on with a mental battle. Coming down from the Gryffindor Common room, he met up with Hermione.
"Hello, Harry." Hermione greeted sweetly. "Are you going to lunch? I was just about to meet Ron--"
"No..." Harry interrupted. "It-- It's alright. I'm not--"
"Oh, come on, Harry! What's so bad about eating lunch? You must be so tired." Hermione gave Harry one last pleading look and left. "Fine..." Harry mumbled, trailing her. Hermione took a seat between Ron and Ginny. She nodded curtly to them both before grabbing herself a reasonable amount of fried peas. [A/N: Don't ask. I'm in a crazy mood.]
Harry didn't bother to sit anywhere near Ginny, or Ron, as he gave his green-eyed friend what he hoped was a death-glare. So instead, Harry opted for a seat next to Neville Longbottom, who was sitting next to an empty seat,(reserved by Lavender Brown), across from Dean Thomas. As he pulled his left leg over the bench, Seamus Finnigan had to have taken that chance to run by. In a result, the Irish-born boy tripped, and fell face first onto the polished stone floor. A loud crunch along with an extremely loud random line of curse words could be heard. As the voice could be heard over the commotion in the Great Hall, silence was brought as all heads turned towards Seamus.
"Seamus?" Neville asked, getting up from his seat. "Seamus, mate, you alright?" Seamus slowly raised his head; the response was thousands of "Oh, god!" and "He broke his nose? Looks more like his whole face...." or "Look at all that blood!"
Madam Pomfrey got up from her seat at the Head Table, and swooped down to where the hurt boy was sitting up. But before she could reach him, Lavender was all over him.
"Oh, Seamus... Oh, my boy... I'm sorry...." She covered the parts of his face that weren't bloody in kisses. "You'll be alright, sweetie.... Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Lavender was crying, and hugged her boyfriend. Seamus tried to ignore the pain, and in response, hugged Lavender super hard. He fought to keep from crying and screaming.
"Get out of the way, Miss Brown. Out of the way!" Pomfrey was shooing all the students away, and helped Seamus stand. When he left, a low murmur from the students arose, which soon turned into normal conversation.
Harry kicked, slapped, and all in a word abused himself mentally. Second person that gets hurt because of me... He shoved his food away ignoring the comments all around him. Neville half-gleefully/half- sorrowfully had mentioned, "At least it wasn't me this time." and Ron had joked, "Why doesn't Hermione do that when I get hurt on the Quidditch Pitch?" (This, of course, deserved a hard slap from the brown-haired girl.)
Ginny hadn't said a word when she saw Harry get up and leave. She carefully got up, avoiding the pool of blood from Seamus's injury, and followed him out to the lake.
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"Harry!" Ginny jogged with her red hair blowing in the light breeze. She shielded the sun out of her eyes, and stopped when she was a few feet behind Harry, "Harry," she said, in a much quieter tone. "I guess it's too late but... I-- you-- ....are forgiven." Ending sheepishly, her voice went down to her toes.
"Thanks... I guess..." was all she could hear Harry mumble. She took a big breath of air, and let it out. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she stepped beside him.
"Harry... What's... wrong?" Ginny's face twisted into a mixture of feelings: hope, love, joy, trust, friendship, and worry.
"Seamus, Ginny! That's what's wrong. He tripped! Broke his no--"
"And it's all your fault?" Ginny snerked sarcastically, finishing his sentence.
"Exactly," Harry replied, not catching her sarcasticity [A/N: Don't think that's a word, but it means her Sarcastic attitude] "Not exactly." Ginny corrected; anger in her voice. "Harry, didn't you catch at all what I told--"
"Shouted at."
"--you last night? I mean, Harry, you have to under--"
"I caught a hold of what you said, Ginny." Harry growled, turning his head so he saw her face. "You said I had family here. 'We love you, Harry. I love you, Harry'. I heard." Ginny blushed a vibrant red, and turned away from his emerald stare.
"Then why won't you listen?" Ginny finally whispered.
"Because... I-- I jsut can't Ginny," Harry spoke in a much softer tone. "It... it's not the same. I mean... I just... It's hard. Some people believe that I did cause Cedrics death. Sirius is dead, and that was my fault. And now, Seamus."
"The only people that believe it was your fault is you Harry!" Ginny turned back to him in a flash of lightning; more anger streaming on her face. "And even now you aren't even acting humane. I have had it Harry James Potter. That is final. Until you get your little snobby attitude out of your life," Ginny poked Harry hard on the chest. "I-"Poke. "Am-" Poke. "No-" Poke. "Longer-" Poke. "Your" Poke. "Friend." The red-head Weasley daughter stomped off towards the Great Hall.
Harry gave a defeated sigh. "That went swell, didn't it? Getting my arse chewed off even more..." Harry turned towards the retreating girl. "I DON'T NEED THIS, YA KNOW!!" He shouted after her, oblivious to the fact that tears, and sobs were coming from a result of her ripped emotions.
"YES, WELL," Ginny turned back around. "I'M SORRY THAT WE CARE, HARRY! GO LET YOURSELF GET KILLED. SEE IF WE CARE. AFTER ALL, WE'RE NOT FAMILY. JUST YOUR BEST FRIENDS!" Not anymore, Ginny thought sadly. Cause I don't need this either.
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Thanks to all who reviewed! Strawberries, you are my true inspiration to write more!
Sorry that it's so short. I swear things will get better. Well, worse then better.. But hey, please R/R! And the more Reviews, the sooner it's posted!
A/N: Please like it! Please, please, please! :-D
Previously in 'Midnight Quarrels', in Chapter 2...
..."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.
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After Quidditch Practice, in which a very moody Ron blocked all the shots, lunch was on the way. Hermione had just finished in the library when she met up with Harry. He was looking very solemn; expression showed that he was going on with a mental battle. Coming down from the Gryffindor Common room, he met up with Hermione.
"Hello, Harry." Hermione greeted sweetly. "Are you going to lunch? I was just about to meet Ron--"
"No..." Harry interrupted. "It-- It's alright. I'm not--"
"Oh, come on, Harry! What's so bad about eating lunch? You must be so tired." Hermione gave Harry one last pleading look and left. "Fine..." Harry mumbled, trailing her. Hermione took a seat between Ron and Ginny. She nodded curtly to them both before grabbing herself a reasonable amount of fried peas. [A/N: Don't ask. I'm in a crazy mood.]
Harry didn't bother to sit anywhere near Ginny, or Ron, as he gave his green-eyed friend what he hoped was a death-glare. So instead, Harry opted for a seat next to Neville Longbottom, who was sitting next to an empty seat,(reserved by Lavender Brown), across from Dean Thomas. As he pulled his left leg over the bench, Seamus Finnigan had to have taken that chance to run by. In a result, the Irish-born boy tripped, and fell face first onto the polished stone floor. A loud crunch along with an extremely loud random line of curse words could be heard. As the voice could be heard over the commotion in the Great Hall, silence was brought as all heads turned towards Seamus.
"Seamus?" Neville asked, getting up from his seat. "Seamus, mate, you alright?" Seamus slowly raised his head; the response was thousands of "Oh, god!" and "He broke his nose? Looks more like his whole face...." or "Look at all that blood!"
Madam Pomfrey got up from her seat at the Head Table, and swooped down to where the hurt boy was sitting up. But before she could reach him, Lavender was all over him.
"Oh, Seamus... Oh, my boy... I'm sorry...." She covered the parts of his face that weren't bloody in kisses. "You'll be alright, sweetie.... Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Lavender was crying, and hugged her boyfriend. Seamus tried to ignore the pain, and in response, hugged Lavender super hard. He fought to keep from crying and screaming.
"Get out of the way, Miss Brown. Out of the way!" Pomfrey was shooing all the students away, and helped Seamus stand. When he left, a low murmur from the students arose, which soon turned into normal conversation.
Harry kicked, slapped, and all in a word abused himself mentally. Second person that gets hurt because of me... He shoved his food away ignoring the comments all around him. Neville half-gleefully/half- sorrowfully had mentioned, "At least it wasn't me this time." and Ron had joked, "Why doesn't Hermione do that when I get hurt on the Quidditch Pitch?" (This, of course, deserved a hard slap from the brown-haired girl.)
Ginny hadn't said a word when she saw Harry get up and leave. She carefully got up, avoiding the pool of blood from Seamus's injury, and followed him out to the lake.
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"Harry!" Ginny jogged with her red hair blowing in the light breeze. She shielded the sun out of her eyes, and stopped when she was a few feet behind Harry, "Harry," she said, in a much quieter tone. "I guess it's too late but... I-- you-- ....are forgiven." Ending sheepishly, her voice went down to her toes.
"Thanks... I guess..." was all she could hear Harry mumble. She took a big breath of air, and let it out. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she stepped beside him.
"Harry... What's... wrong?" Ginny's face twisted into a mixture of feelings: hope, love, joy, trust, friendship, and worry.
"Seamus, Ginny! That's what's wrong. He tripped! Broke his no--"
"And it's all your fault?" Ginny snerked sarcastically, finishing his sentence.
"Exactly," Harry replied, not catching her sarcasticity [A/N: Don't think that's a word, but it means her Sarcastic attitude] "Not exactly." Ginny corrected; anger in her voice. "Harry, didn't you catch at all what I told--"
"Shouted at."
"--you last night? I mean, Harry, you have to under--"
"I caught a hold of what you said, Ginny." Harry growled, turning his head so he saw her face. "You said I had family here. 'We love you, Harry. I love you, Harry'. I heard." Ginny blushed a vibrant red, and turned away from his emerald stare.
"Then why won't you listen?" Ginny finally whispered.
"Because... I-- I jsut can't Ginny," Harry spoke in a much softer tone. "It... it's not the same. I mean... I just... It's hard. Some people believe that I did cause Cedrics death. Sirius is dead, and that was my fault. And now, Seamus."
"The only people that believe it was your fault is you Harry!" Ginny turned back to him in a flash of lightning; more anger streaming on her face. "And even now you aren't even acting humane. I have had it Harry James Potter. That is final. Until you get your little snobby attitude out of your life," Ginny poked Harry hard on the chest. "I-"Poke. "Am-" Poke. "No-" Poke. "Longer-" Poke. "Your" Poke. "Friend." The red-head Weasley daughter stomped off towards the Great Hall.
Harry gave a defeated sigh. "That went swell, didn't it? Getting my arse chewed off even more..." Harry turned towards the retreating girl. "I DON'T NEED THIS, YA KNOW!!" He shouted after her, oblivious to the fact that tears, and sobs were coming from a result of her ripped emotions.
"YES, WELL," Ginny turned back around. "I'M SORRY THAT WE CARE, HARRY! GO LET YOURSELF GET KILLED. SEE IF WE CARE. AFTER ALL, WE'RE NOT FAMILY. JUST YOUR BEST FRIENDS!" Not anymore, Ginny thought sadly. Cause I don't need this either.
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Thanks to all who reviewed! Strawberries, you are my true inspiration to write more!
Sorry that it's so short. I swear things will get better. Well, worse then better.. But hey, please R/R! And the more Reviews, the sooner it's posted!