Chapter 4: Bloody Wonderful
A/N: I think if I waited any longer to write this chapter some of my reviews might go and kill themselves, my sister included. So here it is! Review... do I need to ask that? Disclaimer: *weeps* I don't own it dammit! It was my idea though... no, just kidding! Don't sue me, I have no money whatsoever. ~~~
I was in a state of shock. Who wouldn't be? This was the weirdest thing I had ever done, by far! Go out with Ginny Weasley? How mad was I at my friends? Pretty damn mad!
I nervously looked around the entrance hall. Ginny was supposed to meet me for breakfast. This was, as Ginny said, "phase one" of our confession plan. I can hardly wait... not!
When Ron finds out what I'm doing I'll be slaughtered alive, my remains fed to a Hippogriff, my eyeballs fed to a water slug, and so on and so on....
But what the hell, right? What did I care? I was insane nowadays, anyway. I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder. Ginny Wealsey smiled up at me.
"So?" Ginny said standing with hands on hips. "Are you ready?"
Am I ready? Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Yeah," I lied. "So, tell me again what we're doing."
Ginny sighed as if I was a totally hopeless case, which I am. "Just be friendly with me."
"I'm always frien--" I started, confused again. I found I was usually in a daze around Ginny. This was beginning to become my way of life. So when she cut me off (as usual) I just shrugged.
"Flirty, I mean," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "You've never been that. I would have remembered that."
Would she have now? How interesting...
I found myself being pushed into the Great Hall. I could see Ron and Hermione already at the table eating.
Now the fun began. Supposedly.
"Hey guys!" Ginny said cheerfully, swinging her hand, which was now enclosed in mine.
Ron eyed our hands but didn't say anything. As we sat down, he set me with a glare.
I ignored him and pulled some eggs toward my plate. Ignoring Ron seemed something that came quite easily now.
"Nice day out, isn't it?" Ginny said in means of conversation. I could feel this was one of those times when our plans were going to come crashing down and burn.
"Harry said we should go out and walk the grounds. He also said it would be a lovely day for us to go out and play."
I heard my folk clank loudly as I dropped. Did I hear her right? What was she getting at?
Ginny continued like nothing had happened. "Lavender said it was nice to go out behind the bleachers and talk. Talk, if you know what I mean. Harry agrees with me."
Hermione glanced at me and opened her mouth. She looked like she wanted to say something but thought better about it.
"I hear the Quiddich pitch is a real hot spot for students nowadays," Ginny said, grinning at me. "Real great sport, Quiddich that is," Ginny said, laughing.
Ron gave a squeak and downed his orange juice. "So," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Ginny? How erm... how many time have you walked the grounds with Harry?"
"Oh, hundreds!" Ginny said excitedly. "We go almost every other day, don't we Harry?"
Why me?
"Er..." I stated.
"Harry?" Ginny kicked me hard in the shins. I wish she would have given me warning of all this!
"Yeah," I muttered. Ron's eyes widened.
"Have you?" Ron's voice grew less and less friendly by the second. "When?"
"Er..." I stated again.
"We're taking a walk later. It is after all a nice day out," Ginny said, grinning again at us.
I knocked over my juice in my haste to stand. I pulled Ginny to her feet. "Gotta go. See you later," I said nervously.
It was a damn good thing I left when I did. Ron looked ready to kill me.
I still had no idea how this was going to get Ron and Hermione to confess, only kill me!
I dragged Ginny out of the Great Hall, fully aware everyone was watching us. Once in the safety of the mostly deserted entrance, hall I rounded on the youngest Weasley.
"What did you do that for?!" I screamed. A first year Hufflepuff jumped and ran for his life. Good call on his part, seeing as I was going to KILL GINNY!
Ginny looked unconcerned. "What?" she asked innocently. "What's wrong?"
I tried to shake the image of me reaching over and strangling Ginny where she stood.
"Why?" I asked. "Why did you say that? I thought we were 'keeping it secret'"
"Ron has to think something is up," Ginny said with a dramatical edge to her voice. "We're not really going out there."
"We're not?" I asked. I tried not to sound disappointed. What was wrong with me?!
"Nope. Just pissing Ron off, silly!" Ginny said, like this was the most obvious thing on Earth.
I still had no idea how this was going to work. "Wouldn't it be better just to round on them?" I asked faintly.
I wished I had never done any of this crap. It was such a waste of my time and it wasn't going to work.
"Look, Harry," Ginny said, shrugging. "Give it time. Tomorrow will be better. I swear."
She "swears" does she? This better bloody work... whatever the hell it was!
***
"So what are we doing now?" I asked as Ginny lead me down a hall filled with students.
"You'll see, I thought I saw Ron and Hermione down here..."
I decided it wasn't worth my breath to ask. So I didn't. See how simple these things are? Not! Nothing is ever simple in my life.
I heard the bell ring and students rushed to go off to classes. I was just about to leave but Ginny pulled me back.
"Look," she said. "I saw Hermione one minute ago-"
I cut her off with a loud "Shh."
I could hear someone coming down the hall. I only thought for one split second as I saw Filch. It was time to act... fast!
I opened the nearest door and shoved Ginny with all my might. When I closed the door, I was met with darkness and a very unpleasant smell. It reminded me of Goyle. The smell, that is.
I felt around and realized we were in a broom closet. As the foot steps came closer, I prayed that for once in her life Ginny would shut up. Fat chance!
"Harry?" Ginny's voice echoed. I reached over to what I hoped was her mouth and covered it. She fell silent as I heard Filch walk past.
I hoped that God damned cat couldn't smell us. Please, no, no, no....
Filch left the hallway and could be heard going up the stairs. I uncovered Ginny's mouth and reached for the doorknob. I turned the knob and....
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Ginny?" I said quietly. "Why won't this door open?"
Through the darkness I heard Ginny huff. "I was trying to tell you that this door won't open from the inside."
I was left dumbstruck.
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"Experience," Ginny shot back.
Experience?! What experience?! I decided I didn't care. It was her business, not mine. I don't care. Nope. Not one little bit.
"When?" I heard myself ask the darkness. I was beginning to suffocate from the smell.
"None of your beeswax," she replied.
I was annoyed now. We were stuck in this closet when we should be sitting in class. Someone was going to realize we were gone.
"How do we get out?" I said expectedly. Let's see how much she knew!
"Use an unlocking spell?" Ginny offered. "I'd need my wand for that."
I waited. Nothing happened.
"Well, get it then!" I said hysterically. Still nothing, and then...
"I can't get to it when you're crushing me against the wall."
I hadn't realized how close to Ginny I was or just how small the closet was. I was in big trouble. Big trouble.
"Well, I can't move..." I said feeling my back against the door. "I'll try to er..."
I tried moving back from her. This was a long and complicated process. It involved my putting my arms around her in a rather...erm... odd position. We were going to be in deep trouble if we were found.
"Harry," Ginny whispered. She sounded breathless. "Stop."
I stopped.
She whispered something faintly. I couldn't even hear it. I leaned in closer to hear her better. "What?" I asked just as faintly.
"I said..." Ginny started but was cut off.
I suddenly felt the door open and I was hurled backward out onto the stone floor. Ginny landed rather ungracefully on top of me. Our arms were still entwined from being in the small space of the closet. This was not good.
I could tell her skirt had risen up a bit too. Dammit.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley," I heard a voice growl. I looked up to see the worse sight in the world. Professor Snape.
"I was wondering why you weren't in class, Potter. I don't think I need to ask what you two were doing."
This was wonderful. Why did it always happen to me?!
"No, sir," I said helplessly, stuck under Ginny, who had seemed to have frozen. "It's not what you think..."
"I'm sure," Professor Snape said with a sneer. "Follow me, you two. And Ms. Weasley, fix your skirt."
Ginny took the hint at last and climbed off of me. I blushed slightly at the look of her. She was quite ruffled.
This looked very bad.
As I walked down the halls behind Snape, all I could think about were four simple words that would lead us to hell:
We are so screwed.
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A/N: I think if I waited any longer to write this chapter some of my reviews might go and kill themselves, my sister included. So here it is! Review... do I need to ask that? Disclaimer: *weeps* I don't own it dammit! It was my idea though... no, just kidding! Don't sue me, I have no money whatsoever. ~~~
I was in a state of shock. Who wouldn't be? This was the weirdest thing I had ever done, by far! Go out with Ginny Weasley? How mad was I at my friends? Pretty damn mad!
I nervously looked around the entrance hall. Ginny was supposed to meet me for breakfast. This was, as Ginny said, "phase one" of our confession plan. I can hardly wait... not!
When Ron finds out what I'm doing I'll be slaughtered alive, my remains fed to a Hippogriff, my eyeballs fed to a water slug, and so on and so on....
But what the hell, right? What did I care? I was insane nowadays, anyway. I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder. Ginny Wealsey smiled up at me.
"So?" Ginny said standing with hands on hips. "Are you ready?"
Am I ready? Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Yeah," I lied. "So, tell me again what we're doing."
Ginny sighed as if I was a totally hopeless case, which I am. "Just be friendly with me."
"I'm always frien--" I started, confused again. I found I was usually in a daze around Ginny. This was beginning to become my way of life. So when she cut me off (as usual) I just shrugged.
"Flirty, I mean," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "You've never been that. I would have remembered that."
Would she have now? How interesting...
I found myself being pushed into the Great Hall. I could see Ron and Hermione already at the table eating.
Now the fun began. Supposedly.
"Hey guys!" Ginny said cheerfully, swinging her hand, which was now enclosed in mine.
Ron eyed our hands but didn't say anything. As we sat down, he set me with a glare.
I ignored him and pulled some eggs toward my plate. Ignoring Ron seemed something that came quite easily now.
"Nice day out, isn't it?" Ginny said in means of conversation. I could feel this was one of those times when our plans were going to come crashing down and burn.
"Harry said we should go out and walk the grounds. He also said it would be a lovely day for us to go out and play."
I heard my folk clank loudly as I dropped. Did I hear her right? What was she getting at?
Ginny continued like nothing had happened. "Lavender said it was nice to go out behind the bleachers and talk. Talk, if you know what I mean. Harry agrees with me."
Hermione glanced at me and opened her mouth. She looked like she wanted to say something but thought better about it.
"I hear the Quiddich pitch is a real hot spot for students nowadays," Ginny said, grinning at me. "Real great sport, Quiddich that is," Ginny said, laughing.
Ron gave a squeak and downed his orange juice. "So," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Ginny? How erm... how many time have you walked the grounds with Harry?"
"Oh, hundreds!" Ginny said excitedly. "We go almost every other day, don't we Harry?"
Why me?
"Er..." I stated.
"Harry?" Ginny kicked me hard in the shins. I wish she would have given me warning of all this!
"Yeah," I muttered. Ron's eyes widened.
"Have you?" Ron's voice grew less and less friendly by the second. "When?"
"Er..." I stated again.
"We're taking a walk later. It is after all a nice day out," Ginny said, grinning again at us.
I knocked over my juice in my haste to stand. I pulled Ginny to her feet. "Gotta go. See you later," I said nervously.
It was a damn good thing I left when I did. Ron looked ready to kill me.
I still had no idea how this was going to get Ron and Hermione to confess, only kill me!
I dragged Ginny out of the Great Hall, fully aware everyone was watching us. Once in the safety of the mostly deserted entrance, hall I rounded on the youngest Weasley.
"What did you do that for?!" I screamed. A first year Hufflepuff jumped and ran for his life. Good call on his part, seeing as I was going to KILL GINNY!
Ginny looked unconcerned. "What?" she asked innocently. "What's wrong?"
I tried to shake the image of me reaching over and strangling Ginny where she stood.
"Why?" I asked. "Why did you say that? I thought we were 'keeping it secret'"
"Ron has to think something is up," Ginny said with a dramatical edge to her voice. "We're not really going out there."
"We're not?" I asked. I tried not to sound disappointed. What was wrong with me?!
"Nope. Just pissing Ron off, silly!" Ginny said, like this was the most obvious thing on Earth.
I still had no idea how this was going to work. "Wouldn't it be better just to round on them?" I asked faintly.
I wished I had never done any of this crap. It was such a waste of my time and it wasn't going to work.
"Look, Harry," Ginny said, shrugging. "Give it time. Tomorrow will be better. I swear."
She "swears" does she? This better bloody work... whatever the hell it was!
***
"So what are we doing now?" I asked as Ginny lead me down a hall filled with students.
"You'll see, I thought I saw Ron and Hermione down here..."
I decided it wasn't worth my breath to ask. So I didn't. See how simple these things are? Not! Nothing is ever simple in my life.
I heard the bell ring and students rushed to go off to classes. I was just about to leave but Ginny pulled me back.
"Look," she said. "I saw Hermione one minute ago-"
I cut her off with a loud "Shh."
I could hear someone coming down the hall. I only thought for one split second as I saw Filch. It was time to act... fast!
I opened the nearest door and shoved Ginny with all my might. When I closed the door, I was met with darkness and a very unpleasant smell. It reminded me of Goyle. The smell, that is.
I felt around and realized we were in a broom closet. As the foot steps came closer, I prayed that for once in her life Ginny would shut up. Fat chance!
"Harry?" Ginny's voice echoed. I reached over to what I hoped was her mouth and covered it. She fell silent as I heard Filch walk past.
I hoped that God damned cat couldn't smell us. Please, no, no, no....
Filch left the hallway and could be heard going up the stairs. I uncovered Ginny's mouth and reached for the doorknob. I turned the knob and....
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Ginny?" I said quietly. "Why won't this door open?"
Through the darkness I heard Ginny huff. "I was trying to tell you that this door won't open from the inside."
I was left dumbstruck.
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"Experience," Ginny shot back.
Experience?! What experience?! I decided I didn't care. It was her business, not mine. I don't care. Nope. Not one little bit.
"When?" I heard myself ask the darkness. I was beginning to suffocate from the smell.
"None of your beeswax," she replied.
I was annoyed now. We were stuck in this closet when we should be sitting in class. Someone was going to realize we were gone.
"How do we get out?" I said expectedly. Let's see how much she knew!
"Use an unlocking spell?" Ginny offered. "I'd need my wand for that."
I waited. Nothing happened.
"Well, get it then!" I said hysterically. Still nothing, and then...
"I can't get to it when you're crushing me against the wall."
I hadn't realized how close to Ginny I was or just how small the closet was. I was in big trouble. Big trouble.
"Well, I can't move..." I said feeling my back against the door. "I'll try to er..."
I tried moving back from her. This was a long and complicated process. It involved my putting my arms around her in a rather...erm... odd position. We were going to be in deep trouble if we were found.
"Harry," Ginny whispered. She sounded breathless. "Stop."
I stopped.
She whispered something faintly. I couldn't even hear it. I leaned in closer to hear her better. "What?" I asked just as faintly.
"I said..." Ginny started but was cut off.
I suddenly felt the door open and I was hurled backward out onto the stone floor. Ginny landed rather ungracefully on top of me. Our arms were still entwined from being in the small space of the closet. This was not good.
I could tell her skirt had risen up a bit too. Dammit.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley," I heard a voice growl. I looked up to see the worse sight in the world. Professor Snape.
"I was wondering why you weren't in class, Potter. I don't think I need to ask what you two were doing."
This was wonderful. Why did it always happen to me?!
"No, sir," I said helplessly, stuck under Ginny, who had seemed to have frozen. "It's not what you think..."
"I'm sure," Professor Snape said with a sneer. "Follow me, you two. And Ms. Weasley, fix your skirt."
Ginny took the hint at last and climbed off of me. I blushed slightly at the look of her. She was quite ruffled.
This looked very bad.
As I walked down the halls behind Snape, all I could think about were four simple words that would lead us to hell:
We are so screwed.
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