A/N: Okie dokie. I've decided to make this a collection of songfics about
Harry and Ginny's relationship. Oh, and I put up Midnight Snackie-poo a
week or two ago, and I'm going to add some chapters to it so it'll become
the flashback the anonymous reviewer asked for. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Phaerie doesn't own. Not Harry Potter and Co. or There She Goes by Sixpence None the Richer. She says: "Hullo. It's fanfiction. It's called that for a reason." So that should clear the issue of ownership up.
There She Goes
Harry Potter sat by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room that December night working on his History of Magic essay that was due the next day. It was terribly boring, but he'd decided he would rather complete the assignment then spend the entire night arguing with Hermione about the importance of completing assignments - or at least starting them - before the night they were due as Ron was doing now.
He tried to block out their voices and concentrate on his work, and it was working, until Hermione slammed her book down onto the table and glared at a red faced Ron. That was when he felt someone's eyes on him.
His eyes scanned the common room and stopped abruptly as they landed on a head of fiery red hair much like Ron's. Ginny Weasley was curled up in an armchair across the room reading a book. She was the one who had been staring at him, or she might have just been looking over to see what was happening between Ron and Hermione, that had to be it. She smiled at him and all thought left him. He'd forgotten how beautiful she was when she smiled. Then, common sense returning, he sent her a smile of his own. She bowed her head and went back to reading her book, or so he thought.
Harry couldn't help but notice how the pale moonlight streaming in from the window nearby assented her features, making her look like a goddess in his eyes. Stop it, he reprimanded himself, you've moved on. You don't like Ginny anymore, remember? Even though he knew he should stop staring, he did have Ariyann after all, he couldn't drag his eyes away from her. The more he stared, the more accurate the picture of her in his mind's eye became. This made it increasingly hard to not think about her 24/7.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
They had broken up about a month prior and Harry was trying as best he could to move on. He'd started dating Ariyann Becker, a Hufflepuff, a few weeks after the fight with Ginny. No matter how hard he tried to forget Ginny, everything had a way of reminding him of her, including Ariyann.
Ariyann was a year younger than him. So was Ginny. Ariyann was always smiling and optimistic. Ginny was just the same. Ariyann had clumsy moments very frequently, and, every time one of the afore mentioned moments took place, Harry was reminded of the summer before his second year when Ginny'd stuck her elbow in a butter dish in one of the clumsy moments that used to take place whenever she saw him.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Pulsing through my veins
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
Harry missed Ginny. He couldn't allow himself to deny it any longer. It wasn't just on a romantically based platform either - she had become one of his best friends. Ron and Hermione were great and all, but they were becoming increasingly too busy for him, what with trying to shatter any illusion that the two might actually have feelings for each other.
The pain he was still experiencing was truly excruciating - he never seemed to feel whole unless Ginny was in his arms - but he had been burying it deeper and deeper, not a smart move at all. But for a brief moment, the pain surfaced, and, though not evident to someone just glancing his way, was all too clearly seen if you looked into his eyes.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
Ginny raised her head again and cocked an eyebrow. She'd noticed the pain in his eyes, he realized with a jolt. A blush began to creep on to Harry's features and he quickly diverted his attention back to his essay. He let his eyes glance at her once more before focusing on finishing his work, she was trying to hide a smile, I smile that he recognized. It was the kind of smile she used to give him when he'd do something she found 'amusing and oh so adorable,' as she put it.
~There she goes
There she goes again
She calls my name,
Pulls my train
No one else could heal my pain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
How could he still be mad at Ginny for that one fight a month ago? Whatever happened to forgive and forget? Sure, she'd said some nasty and uncalled for things, but she hadn't actually meant it, Harry was sure. Most of the stuff she had said hadn't even sounded like they were Ginny's opinion on the matter, so why was he still made at her?
That was just it. He wasn't. But for some reason unbeknownst to him, his conscience was still nagging at him, telling him that he should be mad at her. He didn't want to be. He just didn't know what else to do at the moment. The whole mess was all just a bit too complicated for his liking.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Chasing down my lane
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
He needed Ginny in his arms again, that he was sure of. Harry didn't think he could continue trying to push away his feelings for her and then dream about the few memories he had with her each night. And thoughts of her wouldn't sustain him for very much longer. He loved Ginny Weasley and, although she had said that she still loved him and always would, he wasn't sure if it was the truth or not. He had come close to moving on and he could only surmise that she had gotten over him long ago.
Finally finished with his essay, he rolled up the parchment and stored it in his bag. He stood and stretched, preparing to head for his dorm and try to fall asleep. As he crossed the common room he kept his eyes focused on the floor, not daring to look back up at Ginny. But, when he reached the stairs to the boys' dormitories, he couldn't help but look over at the petite girl in the overly stuffed armchair and smile when he saw that she'd fallen asleep there with her book open in her lap. As he walked up the stairs and got into bed, he couldn't erase that image.
~There she goes
There she goes
There she goes~
A/N: I realize that this song doesn't tie in quite as well as the other one did, but bare with me. The next one should be out soon. The song will be What I Really Meant to Say by Cyndi Thompson. Please review! ^________^ Phaerie loves reviews. Even flames!
Disclaimer: Phaerie doesn't own. Not Harry Potter and Co. or There She Goes by Sixpence None the Richer. She says: "Hullo. It's fanfiction. It's called that for a reason." So that should clear the issue of ownership up.
There She Goes
Harry Potter sat by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room that December night working on his History of Magic essay that was due the next day. It was terribly boring, but he'd decided he would rather complete the assignment then spend the entire night arguing with Hermione about the importance of completing assignments - or at least starting them - before the night they were due as Ron was doing now.
He tried to block out their voices and concentrate on his work, and it was working, until Hermione slammed her book down onto the table and glared at a red faced Ron. That was when he felt someone's eyes on him.
His eyes scanned the common room and stopped abruptly as they landed on a head of fiery red hair much like Ron's. Ginny Weasley was curled up in an armchair across the room reading a book. She was the one who had been staring at him, or she might have just been looking over to see what was happening between Ron and Hermione, that had to be it. She smiled at him and all thought left him. He'd forgotten how beautiful she was when she smiled. Then, common sense returning, he sent her a smile of his own. She bowed her head and went back to reading her book, or so he thought.
Harry couldn't help but notice how the pale moonlight streaming in from the window nearby assented her features, making her look like a goddess in his eyes. Stop it, he reprimanded himself, you've moved on. You don't like Ginny anymore, remember? Even though he knew he should stop staring, he did have Ariyann after all, he couldn't drag his eyes away from her. The more he stared, the more accurate the picture of her in his mind's eye became. This made it increasingly hard to not think about her 24/7.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
They had broken up about a month prior and Harry was trying as best he could to move on. He'd started dating Ariyann Becker, a Hufflepuff, a few weeks after the fight with Ginny. No matter how hard he tried to forget Ginny, everything had a way of reminding him of her, including Ariyann.
Ariyann was a year younger than him. So was Ginny. Ariyann was always smiling and optimistic. Ginny was just the same. Ariyann had clumsy moments very frequently, and, every time one of the afore mentioned moments took place, Harry was reminded of the summer before his second year when Ginny'd stuck her elbow in a butter dish in one of the clumsy moments that used to take place whenever she saw him.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Pulsing through my veins
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
Harry missed Ginny. He couldn't allow himself to deny it any longer. It wasn't just on a romantically based platform either - she had become one of his best friends. Ron and Hermione were great and all, but they were becoming increasingly too busy for him, what with trying to shatter any illusion that the two might actually have feelings for each other.
The pain he was still experiencing was truly excruciating - he never seemed to feel whole unless Ginny was in his arms - but he had been burying it deeper and deeper, not a smart move at all. But for a brief moment, the pain surfaced, and, though not evident to someone just glancing his way, was all too clearly seen if you looked into his eyes.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
Ginny raised her head again and cocked an eyebrow. She'd noticed the pain in his eyes, he realized with a jolt. A blush began to creep on to Harry's features and he quickly diverted his attention back to his essay. He let his eyes glance at her once more before focusing on finishing his work, she was trying to hide a smile, I smile that he recognized. It was the kind of smile she used to give him when he'd do something she found 'amusing and oh so adorable,' as she put it.
~There she goes
There she goes again
She calls my name,
Pulls my train
No one else could heal my pain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
How could he still be mad at Ginny for that one fight a month ago? Whatever happened to forgive and forget? Sure, she'd said some nasty and uncalled for things, but she hadn't actually meant it, Harry was sure. Most of the stuff she had said hadn't even sounded like they were Ginny's opinion on the matter, so why was he still made at her?
That was just it. He wasn't. But for some reason unbeknownst to him, his conscience was still nagging at him, telling him that he should be mad at her. He didn't want to be. He just didn't know what else to do at the moment. The whole mess was all just a bit too complicated for his liking.
~There she goes
There she goes again
Chasing down my lane
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains~
He needed Ginny in his arms again, that he was sure of. Harry didn't think he could continue trying to push away his feelings for her and then dream about the few memories he had with her each night. And thoughts of her wouldn't sustain him for very much longer. He loved Ginny Weasley and, although she had said that she still loved him and always would, he wasn't sure if it was the truth or not. He had come close to moving on and he could only surmise that she had gotten over him long ago.
Finally finished with his essay, he rolled up the parchment and stored it in his bag. He stood and stretched, preparing to head for his dorm and try to fall asleep. As he crossed the common room he kept his eyes focused on the floor, not daring to look back up at Ginny. But, when he reached the stairs to the boys' dormitories, he couldn't help but look over at the petite girl in the overly stuffed armchair and smile when he saw that she'd fallen asleep there with her book open in her lap. As he walked up the stairs and got into bed, he couldn't erase that image.
~There she goes
There she goes
There she goes~
A/N: I realize that this song doesn't tie in quite as well as the other one did, but bare with me. The next one should be out soon. The song will be What I Really Meant to Say by Cyndi Thompson. Please review! ^________^ Phaerie loves reviews. Even flames!