A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed . . . even though you're two of my
best friends from home, and are therefore obligated to review my stories,
haha. But anyway, thank you to the random person who reviewed also. I much
appreciate all feedback, as I like to know what YOU, the audience, likes to
hear . . . err . . . read anyway. OK, so I guess it kind of sounds like
it's going to be G/H, but I assure you . . . my favorite blond Slytherin
will pop up soon (sexual innuendo??? I think so . . . )
Ginny felt her fair cheeks grow warm, and wondered exactly what degree of red they had gotten. She grabbed Harry's hand, silently praying that her own hand wasn't clammy or anything unattractive like that. Harry smiled at her and pulled her into the comfy family room where they both sat on the cushy sofa.
"So, Gin, what have you been doing these last few months. I know it's been quite a while since we've seen one another," Harry asked Ginny. Ginny beamed at Harry.
"Well, I'm still in Undercover Muggle Relations. Basically Ron has me looking out for suspicious activity that might indicate Death Eater action in London. Boring, really, you don't want to hear about it . . ." Ginny felt her blood pressure rise as she searched for anything to save the pathetic story of her life.
"Well, isn't that interesting," Harry said, and stood. Ginny followed suit, searching her mind for anything to keep Harry's attention on her. From that fateful day that Ginny watched her brother Ron board the Hogwarts express, and a scrawny black haired boy asked Mrs. Weasley how to find Platform 9 and ¾, Ginny had been in love. At first, she'd be the first to admit it, it was unadulterated puppy love. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had the scar, the green eyes, the naïveté about the entire wizarding world, and of course the legacy. But after Ginny's first year, the year that changed her life forever, she knew it was true love, and that she was simply meant to be with Harry. Even through the rest of her schooling with him, she swooned every time she saw him, although she was able to hide it better as she matured. She envied girls like Parvati Patil, Cho Chang, and even Hermione Granger sometimes, for their closeness to Harry. Of course, he never ignored her. She was as close to the inner circle of the "Dream Team" as anyone could be. But she never really let Harry know her feelings . . . especially after the Valentine's Day mishap in her early years at Hogwarts. Now, out of Hogwarts and on her own, Ginny had come to accept the fact that she would just have to wait for Harry. Of course, her heart nearly bled every time she read about the famous Quidditch Seeker's newest girlfriend, or date. There was the long stint with the Chang girl that had begun in Ginny's fourth year (Harry's fifth) and had continued sparatically out of Hogwarts and onto the International Quidditch scene. It was joyous when they announced their engagement for Quidditch fans across the Globe. The two highest ranked seekers in England being engaged was too good to be true . . . literally, as Harry and Cho came to find out. Ginny figured she was the only one jumping for joy when the tabloids came out with a front page article, accompanied by a picture depicting Harry shouting, wand out, and Cho throwing a monstrosity of a ring into a lake. The paparazzi had a field day with that one. After that, it was one bimbo after another while Ginny sulked and pouted every time Harry appeared interested. Lately, however, Harry had taken to going to places dateless, or with longtime friend Luna Lovegood, who didn't bother Ginny at all, as she was a lesbian.
"Well . . . er . . . how about I get you a drink? You look parched, and I could just . . ." Ginny rambled until Harry chuckled, cutting her off abruptly.
"How about we wait a second on that, kiddo," he said, holding up his full wineglass, "as I'm not finished with this glass yet." Harry flashed his award-winning smile and strolled away. Ginny smacked her forehead and cursed at his retreating back. She turned on her heel, and found herself face to face (and belly to belly) with Hermione. Hermione laughed, and wrapped her arms around Ginny's tiny frame.
" 'Mione! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad to see you!" Ginny giggled, squeezing Hermione extra tight.
"I know, it's been ages! Last time I saw you I think I was quite a bit smaller!" Hermione laughed, smiling toothily and patting her bulging stomach. Ginny smiled back, in awe that she would soon be an aunt to the child of her favorite brother and best girlfriend.
"No kidding! I'm amazed . . . how much longer? Oh, and tell me names . . . do you want a boy or a girl?" Ginny rambled, until Hermione laughingly pulled her down on the couch to talk.
"I'm seven months along, and ready to be finished with this whole pregnancy thing, let me tell you. Especially in hard times like these, and with Ron so upset about," here Hermione paused, and her eyes flickered to Ginny's face, "things." She finished stupidly, then pasting on a false smile. Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"What's going on Hermione? Ron looks like a wreck, and now you're covering up something. As far as I could tell, the death toll and danger of Voldemort's return was way down. What's wrong?" she asked. Hermione averted her eyes.
"It's not my place to tell. Ron is going to talk to you about it anyway, so please, don't ask me anymore," she said. For the first time in a long while, when Hermione looked at her, Ginny saw fear in her eyes.
A/N: I know, I know. I write super-short chapters. Sorry, but I work better that way and I like the stopping points I choose, so if you don't like them, bugger off! No, wait! Don't bugger off! I changed my mind . . . keep reading, whatever you do. I'll die if nobody reads my fic, and it becomes a lonely begotten fic that only my dearest friends read. Tell your friends all about this little story! Spread the word, even though there really isn't much of a plot yet. It's coming, in my next few incredibly short chapters, I swear! Anyhow, thank you for reading, and REVIEW THE STORY, dammit! * blushes * Sorry about that, I'm a bit put out tonight . . . thanks for the reading, readers.
Ginny felt her fair cheeks grow warm, and wondered exactly what degree of red they had gotten. She grabbed Harry's hand, silently praying that her own hand wasn't clammy or anything unattractive like that. Harry smiled at her and pulled her into the comfy family room where they both sat on the cushy sofa.
"So, Gin, what have you been doing these last few months. I know it's been quite a while since we've seen one another," Harry asked Ginny. Ginny beamed at Harry.
"Well, I'm still in Undercover Muggle Relations. Basically Ron has me looking out for suspicious activity that might indicate Death Eater action in London. Boring, really, you don't want to hear about it . . ." Ginny felt her blood pressure rise as she searched for anything to save the pathetic story of her life.
"Well, isn't that interesting," Harry said, and stood. Ginny followed suit, searching her mind for anything to keep Harry's attention on her. From that fateful day that Ginny watched her brother Ron board the Hogwarts express, and a scrawny black haired boy asked Mrs. Weasley how to find Platform 9 and ¾, Ginny had been in love. At first, she'd be the first to admit it, it was unadulterated puppy love. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had the scar, the green eyes, the naïveté about the entire wizarding world, and of course the legacy. But after Ginny's first year, the year that changed her life forever, she knew it was true love, and that she was simply meant to be with Harry. Even through the rest of her schooling with him, she swooned every time she saw him, although she was able to hide it better as she matured. She envied girls like Parvati Patil, Cho Chang, and even Hermione Granger sometimes, for their closeness to Harry. Of course, he never ignored her. She was as close to the inner circle of the "Dream Team" as anyone could be. But she never really let Harry know her feelings . . . especially after the Valentine's Day mishap in her early years at Hogwarts. Now, out of Hogwarts and on her own, Ginny had come to accept the fact that she would just have to wait for Harry. Of course, her heart nearly bled every time she read about the famous Quidditch Seeker's newest girlfriend, or date. There was the long stint with the Chang girl that had begun in Ginny's fourth year (Harry's fifth) and had continued sparatically out of Hogwarts and onto the International Quidditch scene. It was joyous when they announced their engagement for Quidditch fans across the Globe. The two highest ranked seekers in England being engaged was too good to be true . . . literally, as Harry and Cho came to find out. Ginny figured she was the only one jumping for joy when the tabloids came out with a front page article, accompanied by a picture depicting Harry shouting, wand out, and Cho throwing a monstrosity of a ring into a lake. The paparazzi had a field day with that one. After that, it was one bimbo after another while Ginny sulked and pouted every time Harry appeared interested. Lately, however, Harry had taken to going to places dateless, or with longtime friend Luna Lovegood, who didn't bother Ginny at all, as she was a lesbian.
"Well . . . er . . . how about I get you a drink? You look parched, and I could just . . ." Ginny rambled until Harry chuckled, cutting her off abruptly.
"How about we wait a second on that, kiddo," he said, holding up his full wineglass, "as I'm not finished with this glass yet." Harry flashed his award-winning smile and strolled away. Ginny smacked her forehead and cursed at his retreating back. She turned on her heel, and found herself face to face (and belly to belly) with Hermione. Hermione laughed, and wrapped her arms around Ginny's tiny frame.
" 'Mione! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad to see you!" Ginny giggled, squeezing Hermione extra tight.
"I know, it's been ages! Last time I saw you I think I was quite a bit smaller!" Hermione laughed, smiling toothily and patting her bulging stomach. Ginny smiled back, in awe that she would soon be an aunt to the child of her favorite brother and best girlfriend.
"No kidding! I'm amazed . . . how much longer? Oh, and tell me names . . . do you want a boy or a girl?" Ginny rambled, until Hermione laughingly pulled her down on the couch to talk.
"I'm seven months along, and ready to be finished with this whole pregnancy thing, let me tell you. Especially in hard times like these, and with Ron so upset about," here Hermione paused, and her eyes flickered to Ginny's face, "things." She finished stupidly, then pasting on a false smile. Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"What's going on Hermione? Ron looks like a wreck, and now you're covering up something. As far as I could tell, the death toll and danger of Voldemort's return was way down. What's wrong?" she asked. Hermione averted her eyes.
"It's not my place to tell. Ron is going to talk to you about it anyway, so please, don't ask me anymore," she said. For the first time in a long while, when Hermione looked at her, Ginny saw fear in her eyes.
A/N: I know, I know. I write super-short chapters. Sorry, but I work better that way and I like the stopping points I choose, so if you don't like them, bugger off! No, wait! Don't bugger off! I changed my mind . . . keep reading, whatever you do. I'll die if nobody reads my fic, and it becomes a lonely begotten fic that only my dearest friends read. Tell your friends all about this little story! Spread the word, even though there really isn't much of a plot yet. It's coming, in my next few incredibly short chapters, I swear! Anyhow, thank you for reading, and REVIEW THE STORY, dammit! * blushes * Sorry about that, I'm a bit put out tonight . . . thanks for the reading, readers.
