Disclaimer: I don't own anything; all characters are J.K Rowling's, except
a few of my own! Please don't sue me; I'm broke!
Authors Note: Fred, George and Bill are erm, gonna come into the story later. That's all I can really say without spoiling the plot.
Chapter 3: The fountain of my ideas had dried up
He wrenched it open and looked at the person in the landing,
"Wow," they said at the same time.
They stood there for a moment just looking at each other- Harry forgetting that the kettle was whistling and Ginny almost forgetting to breath.
~*~
Harry stared at the person in front of him, all previous thoughts forgotten. Time seemed to stop she returned his gaze. Those blue/brown eyes stirred something in him- like his sub-conscious recognised them- and he found it impossible to stop looking at them.
Her brown hair was in a clasp on the back of her head but a few locks fell out and curled round her face. The thin-rimmed glasses framed her face and she gave off an air of confidence and sophistication.
The pale freckles under her eyes where subtle and stirred up yet more feelings
He swallowed with difficultly when he realised that she was doing the same thing to him. The few seconds they were in silence seemed like an eternity and he was only brought back to his sense when she spoke softly,
"You must be James Redwood then,"
~*~
It was Harry. No doubt about it.
His black hair still as untidy as ever and even though his eyes were now changed to a gorgeous chocolate brown, there was still flecks of green around the edges. He was transfixed with her and for a moment she thought that he recognised her there was a flicker of recognition when he open the door and saw her for the first time.
He looked not a day over twenty one and he was no longer the slim person she remembered. He seemed to give of an appearance of authority and power, which made her slightly apprehensive.
His glasses where gone, even though she saw this before it was very strange to see him up close for the first time in two years without them on.
She had missed him so much and now she saw him it brought back up all the feelings of gratitude she had felt those two years ago.
Suddenly, the whistling of the kettle interrupted her dream and she was brought back into real world. She blushed slightly and looked at her feet nervously before speaking softly,
"You must be James Redwood then,"
~*~
"You must be James Redwood then,"
Harry woke up. He had been in a different world. He shook himself inside- it had been a long time when he had been out of control of his feelings, two years to be precise.
"Yeah, I am,"
She smiled wryly for a moment- Harry couldn't understand for the life of him why.
"I'm here in relation to your advert in the paper,"
She held up the paper for Harry to see. He noticed his advertisement immediately; it was one of many circled but the only not scribbled out in a bright blue pen. Blue, that was Ginny's favourite.
"So, is it taken?"
Harry was getting worried now, that had been the second time in ten seconds he had let his mind drift to Ginny. Then he smiled, not a phone call about it every since the advert went in.
"No," he said after moment, "It's free, do you want to come in?"
****Authors Note****
Sorry that was so short I figured you might want anything instead of nothing so there you go.
I know the quality has gone seriously down hill and this is not the kind of thing you want after like a month of nothing so all I can say is SORRY and trust me, I say it a lot where my fics' are concerned.
Please review- even if there're nasty, horrible etc ones (not to nasty please)
Authors Note: Fred, George and Bill are erm, gonna come into the story later. That's all I can really say without spoiling the plot.
Chapter 3: The fountain of my ideas had dried up
He wrenched it open and looked at the person in the landing,
"Wow," they said at the same time.
They stood there for a moment just looking at each other- Harry forgetting that the kettle was whistling and Ginny almost forgetting to breath.
~*~
Harry stared at the person in front of him, all previous thoughts forgotten. Time seemed to stop she returned his gaze. Those blue/brown eyes stirred something in him- like his sub-conscious recognised them- and he found it impossible to stop looking at them.
Her brown hair was in a clasp on the back of her head but a few locks fell out and curled round her face. The thin-rimmed glasses framed her face and she gave off an air of confidence and sophistication.
The pale freckles under her eyes where subtle and stirred up yet more feelings
He swallowed with difficultly when he realised that she was doing the same thing to him. The few seconds they were in silence seemed like an eternity and he was only brought back to his sense when she spoke softly,
"You must be James Redwood then,"
~*~
It was Harry. No doubt about it.
His black hair still as untidy as ever and even though his eyes were now changed to a gorgeous chocolate brown, there was still flecks of green around the edges. He was transfixed with her and for a moment she thought that he recognised her there was a flicker of recognition when he open the door and saw her for the first time.
He looked not a day over twenty one and he was no longer the slim person she remembered. He seemed to give of an appearance of authority and power, which made her slightly apprehensive.
His glasses where gone, even though she saw this before it was very strange to see him up close for the first time in two years without them on.
She had missed him so much and now she saw him it brought back up all the feelings of gratitude she had felt those two years ago.
Suddenly, the whistling of the kettle interrupted her dream and she was brought back into real world. She blushed slightly and looked at her feet nervously before speaking softly,
"You must be James Redwood then,"
~*~
"You must be James Redwood then,"
Harry woke up. He had been in a different world. He shook himself inside- it had been a long time when he had been out of control of his feelings, two years to be precise.
"Yeah, I am,"
She smiled wryly for a moment- Harry couldn't understand for the life of him why.
"I'm here in relation to your advert in the paper,"
She held up the paper for Harry to see. He noticed his advertisement immediately; it was one of many circled but the only not scribbled out in a bright blue pen. Blue, that was Ginny's favourite.
"So, is it taken?"
Harry was getting worried now, that had been the second time in ten seconds he had let his mind drift to Ginny. Then he smiled, not a phone call about it every since the advert went in.
"No," he said after moment, "It's free, do you want to come in?"
****Authors Note****
Sorry that was so short I figured you might want anything instead of nothing so there you go.
I know the quality has gone seriously down hill and this is not the kind of thing you want after like a month of nothing so all I can say is SORRY and trust me, I say it a lot where my fics' are concerned.
Please review- even if there're nasty, horrible etc ones (not to nasty please)