A/N: Hi guys…um yeah…pleaseeeeee review. I know this is probably VERY pathetic of me, but please, please, PLEASE. Pretty please, would you, could you, can you?!
REAL A/N: Hi people, this is the 8th chapter and it is in yet another perspective. After this one it's back to Ron, in case anyone was wonderin' what it would be. This chapter isn't as long as I'd like it to be, but what can you do?
Disclaimer: It's all mine, everything, I am the ruler of the world. Okay, fine, be that way, it's JK's. Happy.
Thanks To: My DEAR cuz, Sunny, who is very, very, very helpful in this, in every story I do. (Except for Sybil's affairs, she had nothing to do with that one)
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ginny's P.O.V
I sat in my seat nervously as the final Quidditch game of the year began.
"Do you think we'll win?" I asked Hermione hopefully.
She sighed and replied in an automatic voice, "Of course we will, don't we always?"
"I guess you're right, but the Slytherins' new strategy looks like it's working really well," I stated as Slytherin gained 10 points.
The Quaffle had zoomed into our net at an unstoppable speed. Hermione suddenly held her breath as she saw Ron hit violently in the side by a bludger. However, he didn't fall, and managed to keep the Quaffle out of the hoop this time.
"Now I agree," Hermione said, referring to Slytherins' new method. She looked more nervous than I did, and I decided it'd be better if I left her alone for the rest of the game.
Instead, I averted my attention to the air; Harry was circling the field in deep concentration. I still couldn't fully grasp the reality of our relationship, and the fact that he shared my feelings of adoration. A bludger was sent his way, and as he dodged it he passed my seat and waved happily. I thought of how overjoyed Mum would be to hear the news!
How funny it was that Ron and Hermione were together at last, and now Harry and I were as well. It took all four of us so long to express our feelings.
I leaped up abruptly as I heard loud cheers erupt beside me, we'd finally scored. After that single goal, our playing increased ten-fold, and we scored goals one after another. Things became tense when it was a tied game at 70-70. All that was left to the game was the snitch.
Harry had been dodging bludgers, players, and the Quaffle, yet he couldn't locate the snitch. Everyone began to watch the two seekers; Harry kept pulling the Wronksi Feint to trick Malfoy, and each time he did, everyone fell silent.
I couldn't bear watching, and once again, attempted to spark a conversation with Hermione, "Ron's playing real well today, don't you think so? Oliver would be pleased some idiot hasn't taken his glorious place."
"Oh yes, and I'm sure Harry's dad would be mighty proud of him as well," Hermione said, obviously returning the complementary comment. I smiled as she said it, not because of the comment, but because she'd said something near normal for the first time in two weeks.
"What is this folks? Could it be the Snitch?" Lee Jordan screamed loudly.
The crowds fell into their routine silence as Harry dived down, straightened out, and then spun sideways three times. He was still, and then suddenly, his hand flew into the air.
"Potters caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins 220-70!" Lee announced.
"We won! We did it," I shouted jumping up and down in excitement.
Hermione was clapping happily, Hagrid was stomping wildly, and Professor McGonagall was tearing at the shawl in her hands, looking as though she would jump up and down in a moment. The Slytherins, however, were grumbling in anger. I laughed as I saw Malfoy throw his broom on the ground, chipping it's newly polished tail.
I hurried down onto the field, Hermione right behind me.
"Ginny, we've done it!" Harry exclaimed embracing me tightly.
"I know, you were great, all of you were," I replied, looking around at the smiling team members. I saw Ron and Hermione hugging, and couldn't stop smiling myself.
We were all clustered together until Harry led the team to the locker room. Hermione and I followed the rest of the students into the great hall for dinner.
"We're finally beating Slytherin in house points! After last years' loss, I thought we were eternally doomed," Seamus raved as I took a seat.
"Don't go jinxing it now! Just watch, we'll lose tons of points soon," Lavender said worriedly. (Hermione had informed me that the newest divination topics were jinxes and curses.)
"Well then, Seamus should knock on wood," Dean said grinning.
"All right then," Seamus said as he knocked on Neville's head.
"Hey, that hurt!" Neville snapped, rubbing his head in pain.
I burst out laughing along with everyone else. Except for Lavender that is. She sat in her chair looking profoundly outraged.
"Fine, laugh all you want, I'll let you know that this is serious!" Lavender hollered back defensively.
"Of course it's important. Such an…art can never ever be taken for granted," I said mockingly.
Lavender looked as though she was going to defend herself, but instead, stomped out of the room angrily.
"Ha," I said in amusement. I then silenced as I saw Hermione staring at her plate soundlessly, "Hermione, are you doing anything special for Ron's birthday?"
"Oh, well, I have been thinking about it, but I don't know what to do," Hermione replied.
"Well, you could do lots! I mean you can do anything at Hogsmeade, or you could do something out on the grounds for him," I suggested.
"You're right, I guess one of those would be the best choice," Hermione agreed.
"Okay, then you know where you may go, but what are you buying for him? I bought a book about the work of a Keeper," I said, continuing my questioning.
"A Chudley Cannons uniform signed by his favourite player, Chelios! I got it for him, it was very difficult, but somehow I managed to find some crazy street corner distributor. The guy said he was selling Muggle CD's and then he pulled out the uniform asking if I knew what it was. I saw the logo, and bought it right away. It was just luck that it was Chelios," Hermione exclaimed, with a glowing smile of pride.
My mouth gaped open, "You got Chelios' signature! Are you serious?! He's only the best player on the team, Ron will love it so much!"
Hermione nodded her head in agreement, "I'd only get the best gift for him, he deserves it. Remember that Christmas gift I told you about, that music box? Ron went out of his way to get it for me, and I know it must have been mighty expensive. I was so heart broken when mine was given away, and then I saw the new one! I hope he likes his gift well enough."
"I'm so glad to hear the two of you are hitting it off so well, who knew the two most argumentative people could be so in love," I said, knowing what would happen if they went through a breakup.
"Of course we're still together, why wouldn't we be? Did he tell you something?" Hermione asked, her tone changing to a frightened curiosity.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant! The two of you are going to stay together forever, I'm just saying that since you're so close and don't fight anymore. It's nice," I covered, smiling nervously at my mistake.
"Yeah it's nice not to fight anymore," Hermione replied, apparently accepting the cover.
"It's nice not hearing it. I mean, nice not hearing that you two are angry with each other. I mean, no offense or anything," I said, realizing too late that my comment may make her angry.
"Don't worry Ginny, none taken, don't think I wasn't annoyed by our yelling. I probably found it the most irritating, after all, I was part of the noise, and the other part was always directed at me," Hermione alleged with a small shrug.
"I believe you!" I exclaimed in relief.
"So Ginny, how have you and Harry been lately? We've been talking about Ron and I, but there hasn't been a word about you guys! I don't think I've told you that I am so happy he finally asked you," Hermione said, diverting the subject of her arguments with Ron.
"You're worried about not telling me? Please, I knew you were just as thrilled as I was when you found out about it," I said, ending her apologies for unimportant details.
"Well, that's still no excuse! I've been meaning to tell you though, I honestly believe Harry's better off with you than he is alone," Hermione said as an after thought.
"You think so too then? I've noticed his whole attitude change. I mean, he's so much happier, and he acts as though there isn't a single thing that could possibly even begin to bother him!" I replied in agreement.
"Couldn't expect everything to stay the same, now could you? No one can stay the same after falling in love," Hermione said, sighing deeply, a small smile on her lips.
I couldn't think of a good reply, and remained silent. The muteness was broken however as the Gryffindor Quidditch team marched in proudly. Applause erupted from our table as well as from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw ones. Only the Slytherins hissed insults and booed wildly. They were hushed though as Dumbledore stood from his seat.
"Congratulations Gryffindors! Now that everyone's present, I urge you to eat," Dumbledore announced, and with a swish, the tables were filled with food.
"At last! Food, I haven't eaten in days," Ron shouted happily. Everyone laughed as he took a little bit of all the food choices. "What?" He asked, two drumsticks in his hands.
"Look at how much you're eating! You'll get yourself sick before the end of the night," I answered.
"We won, didn't we? As far as I'm concerned, there's no need to worry about illness," Ron said shrugging.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, and then started piling their own plates with food. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to face Harry. "You will be coming with us to the party," Harry asked hopefully.
"How could I consider missing it!" I whispered in excitement.
******
Dinner finished, and the Gryffindors cautiously chose a secret route that led to a large empty hallway. There everyone sat for nearly ten minutes, waiting for Dean to come tell them the hall was empty.
"So, whose idea was this?" I asked Harry wonderingly.
"Mine and Ron's of course! Brilliant, don't you think?" Harry asked after replying proudly.
"Wow, you two planned this up, all by yourselves? I wouldn't have guessed you capable," I said laughingly.
"Hey! That's an insult, the two of us are master minded geniuses," Harry exclaimed defensively.
I was about to reply, but a panting Dean whizzed past us, much to my alarm.
"Quickly, we can make it out now if we're fast enough," Dean burst in a loud whisper.
"Come on everyone, let's go," Ron said. Hermione and he were the first to go through the small passageway, everyone else followed, and Harry and I went last. Ron's constant shouts to be quiet were not listened to as toes were trodded on, and elbows were banged. It was a relief when everyone at last poured into the entrance hall.
"Quick, go, go, go, someone's coming!" I muttered as I heard footsteps from behind me. With a burst of speed everyone dashed out onto the grounds, and just as Harry shut the door, I saw a lantern lit and Mrs. Norris turn the corner. Filch was surely behind her.
"Man, did you see that, we were so close to getting caught," Seamus, who had been in front of me, exclaimed.
"Not today, nothing can bring us down! We've beat Slytherin," Harry declared as we walked through a patch of oaks. The garden lay ahead of us, brightly lit, and colorfully decorated.
"Do you think they'll find us all here?" I asked Harry curiously.
"With Hermione's silencing charm in place? Not a chance," Harry stated.
I sipped from my butter beer before replying, "I forgot about that."
Music was blaring loudly from the bewitched radio, and everyone was dancing about wildly to Glenda Gorgins newest hit "We are the Champions".
"We should have these more often!" Parvati said, shouting loudly above the music as she passed by with Dean.
I nodded in complete agreement, and then I dragged Harry to the center of the dancing. There I found Seamus and Lavender as well as Ron and Hermione.
Hermione was acting all too cheerful, and as I saw the punch cup in her hand, I knew it must have been laced with something.
Harry was obviously thinking the same thing that I was, because he muttered, "I wouldn't want to be her roommate in the morning." I laughed giddily in agreement.
The celebration turned out to be even more fun than I thought it would be. Everyone had a good time, and no one tracked the hours that passed. It was when the first rays of sunlight come out that the final song played. (Bewitching Brews by Selma Brunes) A final roar of applause erupted for the team, and then we all headed back to the castle.
We all made it up to the common room quickly and I smiled as I kissed Harry goodnight. When I reached the dorms I dropped onto my bed, and surely fell asleep before my head touched the pillows.
******
I awoke when it was near dinnertime, and felt thankful it was still a weekend. Straightening my robes, I went to search for Harry. I found him easily enough, he was sitting in the library, and I took a seat next to him.
"Ginny, sleep well?" Harry asked kindly.
"Yes how about you?" I asked, feeling energized.
"Well enough, but Ginny, I was wondering something. Has Hermione been telling you anything?" Harry asked, looking to the left. I glanced that way and saw Hermione sitting as if in a daze.
There was no reason for Harry to clarify his question. I shook my head no, and at that moment, I realized something was terribly wrong.
A/N: *sing this to any song you like* Hey you crazy, crazy people. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Will you tell me, if it's overrated. Please don't stay silent, let all of this out, you'll feel much more happier!!!!! *stop singing* Good job guys. Well, yes, this is it, longer isn't it. My original Chapter Eight was about 3 pages shorter, so I'm proud of me!!!!!! Gimme 53 reviews and I will post the next chapter. You guys, I am saying PLEASE!!
My question for the day that is
"Where have all the cowboys gone to?"
REAL A/N: Hi people, this is the 8th chapter and it is in yet another perspective. After this one it's back to Ron, in case anyone was wonderin' what it would be. This chapter isn't as long as I'd like it to be, but what can you do?
Disclaimer: It's all mine, everything, I am the ruler of the world. Okay, fine, be that way, it's JK's. Happy.
Thanks To: My DEAR cuz, Sunny, who is very, very, very helpful in this, in every story I do. (Except for Sybil's affairs, she had nothing to do with that one)
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Ginny's P.O.V
I sat in my seat nervously as the final Quidditch game of the year began.
"Do you think we'll win?" I asked Hermione hopefully.
She sighed and replied in an automatic voice, "Of course we will, don't we always?"
"I guess you're right, but the Slytherins' new strategy looks like it's working really well," I stated as Slytherin gained 10 points.
The Quaffle had zoomed into our net at an unstoppable speed. Hermione suddenly held her breath as she saw Ron hit violently in the side by a bludger. However, he didn't fall, and managed to keep the Quaffle out of the hoop this time.
"Now I agree," Hermione said, referring to Slytherins' new method. She looked more nervous than I did, and I decided it'd be better if I left her alone for the rest of the game.
Instead, I averted my attention to the air; Harry was circling the field in deep concentration. I still couldn't fully grasp the reality of our relationship, and the fact that he shared my feelings of adoration. A bludger was sent his way, and as he dodged it he passed my seat and waved happily. I thought of how overjoyed Mum would be to hear the news!
How funny it was that Ron and Hermione were together at last, and now Harry and I were as well. It took all four of us so long to express our feelings.
I leaped up abruptly as I heard loud cheers erupt beside me, we'd finally scored. After that single goal, our playing increased ten-fold, and we scored goals one after another. Things became tense when it was a tied game at 70-70. All that was left to the game was the snitch.
Harry had been dodging bludgers, players, and the Quaffle, yet he couldn't locate the snitch. Everyone began to watch the two seekers; Harry kept pulling the Wronksi Feint to trick Malfoy, and each time he did, everyone fell silent.
I couldn't bear watching, and once again, attempted to spark a conversation with Hermione, "Ron's playing real well today, don't you think so? Oliver would be pleased some idiot hasn't taken his glorious place."
"Oh yes, and I'm sure Harry's dad would be mighty proud of him as well," Hermione said, obviously returning the complementary comment. I smiled as she said it, not because of the comment, but because she'd said something near normal for the first time in two weeks.
"What is this folks? Could it be the Snitch?" Lee Jordan screamed loudly.
The crowds fell into their routine silence as Harry dived down, straightened out, and then spun sideways three times. He was still, and then suddenly, his hand flew into the air.
"Potters caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins 220-70!" Lee announced.
"We won! We did it," I shouted jumping up and down in excitement.
Hermione was clapping happily, Hagrid was stomping wildly, and Professor McGonagall was tearing at the shawl in her hands, looking as though she would jump up and down in a moment. The Slytherins, however, were grumbling in anger. I laughed as I saw Malfoy throw his broom on the ground, chipping it's newly polished tail.
I hurried down onto the field, Hermione right behind me.
"Ginny, we've done it!" Harry exclaimed embracing me tightly.
"I know, you were great, all of you were," I replied, looking around at the smiling team members. I saw Ron and Hermione hugging, and couldn't stop smiling myself.
We were all clustered together until Harry led the team to the locker room. Hermione and I followed the rest of the students into the great hall for dinner.
"We're finally beating Slytherin in house points! After last years' loss, I thought we were eternally doomed," Seamus raved as I took a seat.
"Don't go jinxing it now! Just watch, we'll lose tons of points soon," Lavender said worriedly. (Hermione had informed me that the newest divination topics were jinxes and curses.)
"Well then, Seamus should knock on wood," Dean said grinning.
"All right then," Seamus said as he knocked on Neville's head.
"Hey, that hurt!" Neville snapped, rubbing his head in pain.
I burst out laughing along with everyone else. Except for Lavender that is. She sat in her chair looking profoundly outraged.
"Fine, laugh all you want, I'll let you know that this is serious!" Lavender hollered back defensively.
"Of course it's important. Such an…art can never ever be taken for granted," I said mockingly.
Lavender looked as though she was going to defend herself, but instead, stomped out of the room angrily.
"Ha," I said in amusement. I then silenced as I saw Hermione staring at her plate soundlessly, "Hermione, are you doing anything special for Ron's birthday?"
"Oh, well, I have been thinking about it, but I don't know what to do," Hermione replied.
"Well, you could do lots! I mean you can do anything at Hogsmeade, or you could do something out on the grounds for him," I suggested.
"You're right, I guess one of those would be the best choice," Hermione agreed.
"Okay, then you know where you may go, but what are you buying for him? I bought a book about the work of a Keeper," I said, continuing my questioning.
"A Chudley Cannons uniform signed by his favourite player, Chelios! I got it for him, it was very difficult, but somehow I managed to find some crazy street corner distributor. The guy said he was selling Muggle CD's and then he pulled out the uniform asking if I knew what it was. I saw the logo, and bought it right away. It was just luck that it was Chelios," Hermione exclaimed, with a glowing smile of pride.
My mouth gaped open, "You got Chelios' signature! Are you serious?! He's only the best player on the team, Ron will love it so much!"
Hermione nodded her head in agreement, "I'd only get the best gift for him, he deserves it. Remember that Christmas gift I told you about, that music box? Ron went out of his way to get it for me, and I know it must have been mighty expensive. I was so heart broken when mine was given away, and then I saw the new one! I hope he likes his gift well enough."
"I'm so glad to hear the two of you are hitting it off so well, who knew the two most argumentative people could be so in love," I said, knowing what would happen if they went through a breakup.
"Of course we're still together, why wouldn't we be? Did he tell you something?" Hermione asked, her tone changing to a frightened curiosity.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant! The two of you are going to stay together forever, I'm just saying that since you're so close and don't fight anymore. It's nice," I covered, smiling nervously at my mistake.
"Yeah it's nice not to fight anymore," Hermione replied, apparently accepting the cover.
"It's nice not hearing it. I mean, nice not hearing that you two are angry with each other. I mean, no offense or anything," I said, realizing too late that my comment may make her angry.
"Don't worry Ginny, none taken, don't think I wasn't annoyed by our yelling. I probably found it the most irritating, after all, I was part of the noise, and the other part was always directed at me," Hermione alleged with a small shrug.
"I believe you!" I exclaimed in relief.
"So Ginny, how have you and Harry been lately? We've been talking about Ron and I, but there hasn't been a word about you guys! I don't think I've told you that I am so happy he finally asked you," Hermione said, diverting the subject of her arguments with Ron.
"You're worried about not telling me? Please, I knew you were just as thrilled as I was when you found out about it," I said, ending her apologies for unimportant details.
"Well, that's still no excuse! I've been meaning to tell you though, I honestly believe Harry's better off with you than he is alone," Hermione said as an after thought.
"You think so too then? I've noticed his whole attitude change. I mean, he's so much happier, and he acts as though there isn't a single thing that could possibly even begin to bother him!" I replied in agreement.
"Couldn't expect everything to stay the same, now could you? No one can stay the same after falling in love," Hermione said, sighing deeply, a small smile on her lips.
I couldn't think of a good reply, and remained silent. The muteness was broken however as the Gryffindor Quidditch team marched in proudly. Applause erupted from our table as well as from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw ones. Only the Slytherins hissed insults and booed wildly. They were hushed though as Dumbledore stood from his seat.
"Congratulations Gryffindors! Now that everyone's present, I urge you to eat," Dumbledore announced, and with a swish, the tables were filled with food.
"At last! Food, I haven't eaten in days," Ron shouted happily. Everyone laughed as he took a little bit of all the food choices. "What?" He asked, two drumsticks in his hands.
"Look at how much you're eating! You'll get yourself sick before the end of the night," I answered.
"We won, didn't we? As far as I'm concerned, there's no need to worry about illness," Ron said shrugging.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, and then started piling their own plates with food. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to face Harry. "You will be coming with us to the party," Harry asked hopefully.
"How could I consider missing it!" I whispered in excitement.
******
Dinner finished, and the Gryffindors cautiously chose a secret route that led to a large empty hallway. There everyone sat for nearly ten minutes, waiting for Dean to come tell them the hall was empty.
"So, whose idea was this?" I asked Harry wonderingly.
"Mine and Ron's of course! Brilliant, don't you think?" Harry asked after replying proudly.
"Wow, you two planned this up, all by yourselves? I wouldn't have guessed you capable," I said laughingly.
"Hey! That's an insult, the two of us are master minded geniuses," Harry exclaimed defensively.
I was about to reply, but a panting Dean whizzed past us, much to my alarm.
"Quickly, we can make it out now if we're fast enough," Dean burst in a loud whisper.
"Come on everyone, let's go," Ron said. Hermione and he were the first to go through the small passageway, everyone else followed, and Harry and I went last. Ron's constant shouts to be quiet were not listened to as toes were trodded on, and elbows were banged. It was a relief when everyone at last poured into the entrance hall.
"Quick, go, go, go, someone's coming!" I muttered as I heard footsteps from behind me. With a burst of speed everyone dashed out onto the grounds, and just as Harry shut the door, I saw a lantern lit and Mrs. Norris turn the corner. Filch was surely behind her.
"Man, did you see that, we were so close to getting caught," Seamus, who had been in front of me, exclaimed.
"Not today, nothing can bring us down! We've beat Slytherin," Harry declared as we walked through a patch of oaks. The garden lay ahead of us, brightly lit, and colorfully decorated.
"Do you think they'll find us all here?" I asked Harry curiously.
"With Hermione's silencing charm in place? Not a chance," Harry stated.
I sipped from my butter beer before replying, "I forgot about that."
Music was blaring loudly from the bewitched radio, and everyone was dancing about wildly to Glenda Gorgins newest hit "We are the Champions".
"We should have these more often!" Parvati said, shouting loudly above the music as she passed by with Dean.
I nodded in complete agreement, and then I dragged Harry to the center of the dancing. There I found Seamus and Lavender as well as Ron and Hermione.
Hermione was acting all too cheerful, and as I saw the punch cup in her hand, I knew it must have been laced with something.
Harry was obviously thinking the same thing that I was, because he muttered, "I wouldn't want to be her roommate in the morning." I laughed giddily in agreement.
The celebration turned out to be even more fun than I thought it would be. Everyone had a good time, and no one tracked the hours that passed. It was when the first rays of sunlight come out that the final song played. (Bewitching Brews by Selma Brunes) A final roar of applause erupted for the team, and then we all headed back to the castle.
We all made it up to the common room quickly and I smiled as I kissed Harry goodnight. When I reached the dorms I dropped onto my bed, and surely fell asleep before my head touched the pillows.
******
I awoke when it was near dinnertime, and felt thankful it was still a weekend. Straightening my robes, I went to search for Harry. I found him easily enough, he was sitting in the library, and I took a seat next to him.
"Ginny, sleep well?" Harry asked kindly.
"Yes how about you?" I asked, feeling energized.
"Well enough, but Ginny, I was wondering something. Has Hermione been telling you anything?" Harry asked, looking to the left. I glanced that way and saw Hermione sitting as if in a daze.
There was no reason for Harry to clarify his question. I shook my head no, and at that moment, I realized something was terribly wrong.
A/N: *sing this to any song you like* Hey you crazy, crazy people. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Will you tell me, if it's overrated. Please don't stay silent, let all of this out, you'll feel much more happier!!!!! *stop singing* Good job guys. Well, yes, this is it, longer isn't it. My original Chapter Eight was about 3 pages shorter, so I'm proud of me!!!!!! Gimme 53 reviews and I will post the next chapter. You guys, I am saying PLEASE!!
My question for the day that is
"Where have all the cowboys gone to?"