Chapter 2: Curiosity
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As the students unloaded from the train, Ginny couldn't help think about what this summer was going to be like. Would she never leave her room? Would she be the third wheel to Ron and Harry? Would it be as bad as last summer? All these thoughts flew through her head as she spotted her mother and father waving to get her attention. She was greeted by huge hugs from both of them. As everyone was greeted by the two Weasleys, she kept noticing Harry looking at her. He was studying her as if she was a thesis for a potions essay. It was making her uncomfortable.
They were all soon at the Burrow eating dinner. Ginny ate little, for she wasn't in much of an appetite. She kept thinking about how stupid she was for crying to Harry about her problem. She didn't want his pity...she didn't need it. Who knew how many days she had left, anyway? She was constantly on edge, thinking she would just fall dead any second. The family talked about the events of last year very scarcely, and when it was brought up, very gingerly. Ginny felt almost selfish for indulging in her own problems, when Harry had just lost his godfather.
When everyone was ready for bed, and she lay in her worn bed staring at the ceiling. The only light that shown were thin slivers of moonlight and the occasional glistening star through the window. She couldn't help but let a tear fall...every night she was in a dillemma, not knowing if she would wake up the next morning.
She woke up with a gasp from a nightmare. She looked around the room. Still dark. No noise. Everyone must still be sleeping. She tried to catch the trail of the dream that had woken her up so abruptly. All she could remember was that it had something to do with Tom. She decided not to sleep the rest of the night. When she heard the birds chirp and saw the thin but visible orange line on the horizon, she knew it was daybreak. She got up and went down stairs to find Harry sitting on the couch reading a letter. He hadn't noticed her yet. After reading it, he had a contemplating look on his face. She wondered who the letter was from and what it said.
"I couldn't do that to her," he whispered to himself and put his face in his hands. Ginny was more than curious now. Was he talking about her? What couldn't he do? She almost ran and grabbed the letter out of his hands, but contained herself and retreated to her room.
She couldn't deal with it. What couldn't he do? She had not the heart to ask him, for maybe he'd think that she was spying on him. It really wasn't any of her business, she had to remind herself. But still her curiosity drove her mad.
When she heard the familiar rustling and talking downstairs, she decided to get up. She was hungry this morning considering the very small portion of food that she had eaten the night before. Harry was the first to notice her. He eyed her with that uncomforting stare. She shot a curious look back at him. He smiled and motioned her to sit with him. She did just that and helped herself to the toast stacked on the table.
"Feeling any better?" he asked.
"Not much," she told him.
"I think I might know what spell you're under," he whispered, "But I don't want to tell you until I know more. In the meantime, it would be a really good idea for you to tell your mother and father what's going on."
Ginny nodded. She knew she should. So she decided to that night. After breakfast, her and Harry went walking to discuss everything that's been going on.
"So what's been going on with you? You haven't been exactly the most social butterfly for the past week," she asked him as they walked through the huge garden that the Weasley's owned.
"Oh, yeah..." he started,"Well, me and Cho broke up," he told her. Ginny suddenly felt bad for being so excited.
"Really?" she asked. He nodded. "Well, that's no fun. You want to talk about it?" she gave him a sypathetic look.
He picked up a rock and skipped it across the pond. "There's really not much to say about it. We just kind of grew apart. Besides, I couldn't deal with another rampage of hers going on and on about how I killed Cedric." he looked at the ground. Ginny gasped at that statement.
"Harry, that's horrible of her. You know you didn't kill him. That wasn't your fault," she stated softly and looked away.
"Yeah, well...you know, whatever. I don't even know why I wanted her so bad in the first place. She's just not what I want anymore," he told her.
Ginny supressed the fighting urge to ask him what he did want. They walked in silence for a while until they headed back to the house. Darkness fell almost too soon as Ginny tried to psych herself up to tell her parents what was going on. That night, she went and found her mother and father in the living room and pulled them aside. She took a deep breath.
"Mom...Dad. There's something that's going on that I think you should know about..." she began but was cut off by her mother's loud sobs. Ginny stared at her mother in awe.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" she blurted. Mr. Weasley tried to comfort her.
Ginny gave them an unbelieving look. "No, Mum...I'm not pregnant," she said exasperatedly.
"Oh," Mrs. Weasley was suddenly embarassed at her actions and tried to regain her composure."Are you having sex with someone, Ginny...is that what it's about?" Ginny gave a frusterated and embarassed sigh.
"No, Mum, stop," she told them, "Just listen." Ginny told them about everything she remembered of what Tom had told her. After she had finished a haunting silence filled the room. Mr. Weasley look very worried and Molly was just a wreck. After the aftermath hit, and the denial, and self-blaming ceased, Ginny slowly trudged up the stairs.
She had a long day, and just wanted to sleep as she fantasized about her bed and soft pillows. But to her surprise, she opened the door to find Harry sitting on her bed.
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A/N: PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!!! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER! REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!! LOVE YA'LL!!!
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As the students unloaded from the train, Ginny couldn't help think about what this summer was going to be like. Would she never leave her room? Would she be the third wheel to Ron and Harry? Would it be as bad as last summer? All these thoughts flew through her head as she spotted her mother and father waving to get her attention. She was greeted by huge hugs from both of them. As everyone was greeted by the two Weasleys, she kept noticing Harry looking at her. He was studying her as if she was a thesis for a potions essay. It was making her uncomfortable.
They were all soon at the Burrow eating dinner. Ginny ate little, for she wasn't in much of an appetite. She kept thinking about how stupid she was for crying to Harry about her problem. She didn't want his pity...she didn't need it. Who knew how many days she had left, anyway? She was constantly on edge, thinking she would just fall dead any second. The family talked about the events of last year very scarcely, and when it was brought up, very gingerly. Ginny felt almost selfish for indulging in her own problems, when Harry had just lost his godfather.
When everyone was ready for bed, and she lay in her worn bed staring at the ceiling. The only light that shown were thin slivers of moonlight and the occasional glistening star through the window. She couldn't help but let a tear fall...every night she was in a dillemma, not knowing if she would wake up the next morning.
She woke up with a gasp from a nightmare. She looked around the room. Still dark. No noise. Everyone must still be sleeping. She tried to catch the trail of the dream that had woken her up so abruptly. All she could remember was that it had something to do with Tom. She decided not to sleep the rest of the night. When she heard the birds chirp and saw the thin but visible orange line on the horizon, she knew it was daybreak. She got up and went down stairs to find Harry sitting on the couch reading a letter. He hadn't noticed her yet. After reading it, he had a contemplating look on his face. She wondered who the letter was from and what it said.
"I couldn't do that to her," he whispered to himself and put his face in his hands. Ginny was more than curious now. Was he talking about her? What couldn't he do? She almost ran and grabbed the letter out of his hands, but contained herself and retreated to her room.
She couldn't deal with it. What couldn't he do? She had not the heart to ask him, for maybe he'd think that she was spying on him. It really wasn't any of her business, she had to remind herself. But still her curiosity drove her mad.
When she heard the familiar rustling and talking downstairs, she decided to get up. She was hungry this morning considering the very small portion of food that she had eaten the night before. Harry was the first to notice her. He eyed her with that uncomforting stare. She shot a curious look back at him. He smiled and motioned her to sit with him. She did just that and helped herself to the toast stacked on the table.
"Feeling any better?" he asked.
"Not much," she told him.
"I think I might know what spell you're under," he whispered, "But I don't want to tell you until I know more. In the meantime, it would be a really good idea for you to tell your mother and father what's going on."
Ginny nodded. She knew she should. So she decided to that night. After breakfast, her and Harry went walking to discuss everything that's been going on.
"So what's been going on with you? You haven't been exactly the most social butterfly for the past week," she asked him as they walked through the huge garden that the Weasley's owned.
"Oh, yeah..." he started,"Well, me and Cho broke up," he told her. Ginny suddenly felt bad for being so excited.
"Really?" she asked. He nodded. "Well, that's no fun. You want to talk about it?" she gave him a sypathetic look.
He picked up a rock and skipped it across the pond. "There's really not much to say about it. We just kind of grew apart. Besides, I couldn't deal with another rampage of hers going on and on about how I killed Cedric." he looked at the ground. Ginny gasped at that statement.
"Harry, that's horrible of her. You know you didn't kill him. That wasn't your fault," she stated softly and looked away.
"Yeah, well...you know, whatever. I don't even know why I wanted her so bad in the first place. She's just not what I want anymore," he told her.
Ginny supressed the fighting urge to ask him what he did want. They walked in silence for a while until they headed back to the house. Darkness fell almost too soon as Ginny tried to psych herself up to tell her parents what was going on. That night, she went and found her mother and father in the living room and pulled them aside. She took a deep breath.
"Mom...Dad. There's something that's going on that I think you should know about..." she began but was cut off by her mother's loud sobs. Ginny stared at her mother in awe.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" she blurted. Mr. Weasley tried to comfort her.
Ginny gave them an unbelieving look. "No, Mum...I'm not pregnant," she said exasperatedly.
"Oh," Mrs. Weasley was suddenly embarassed at her actions and tried to regain her composure."Are you having sex with someone, Ginny...is that what it's about?" Ginny gave a frusterated and embarassed sigh.
"No, Mum, stop," she told them, "Just listen." Ginny told them about everything she remembered of what Tom had told her. After she had finished a haunting silence filled the room. Mr. Weasley look very worried and Molly was just a wreck. After the aftermath hit, and the denial, and self-blaming ceased, Ginny slowly trudged up the stairs.
She had a long day, and just wanted to sleep as she fantasized about her bed and soft pillows. But to her surprise, she opened the door to find Harry sitting on her bed.
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A/N: PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!!! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER! REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!! LOVE YA'LL!!!