Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Carley.
Hold You Until I Die
Chapter six: Fools Rush In
Ginny went up to Gryffindor common with everyone else after the feast. She continued to her own dorm room. She wanted to get some unpacking done. When Ginny got to her room, she found Carley already there. Carley was a tall ginger-brunette who shared the room with Ginny and a few other girls.
"Oh, it's you, Weasley," Carley sneered after a start. "I thought you were someone important."
Ginny just grinned at Carley, feeling utter loathe for her. Carley smiled back, probably feeling about the same.
Ginny went over to her bed and where her trunk sat. Slowly, she unpacked her things and put them in their prearranged place.
"Goodness, Weasley," Carley voiced. "Don't you ever bring anything new to Hogwarts? It seems I know every piece of your wardrobe by smell."
Ginny just rolled her eyes, pulling out a large winter cloak.
"Blimey!" Carley exclaimed.
Ginny was sure that Carley had something rude to say, so she made up her mind to ignore Carley. To Ginny's surprise, Carley jumped up from her bed and pounced over to Ginny. She, then, bent down, bringing up Voldemort's necklace balanced on the edge of her finger.
"This is brilliant," Carley awed. "Your dad must have gone into debt to get it for you."
"Give it back!" Ginny commanded.
"Just a sec," Carley said absently, walking over to the mirror and holding it up to her neck.
Ginny saw the lightening mark glow and the pendant reach for Carley's throat.
"Stop!" Ginny shouted, running up and snatching the necklace from her.
"Really, Weasley?" Carley said, indignantly. "I was just trying it on. Poorness has made you awfully grabby."
Carley turned and left the room. Once the door had closed, Ginny looked down at the necklace in her hand. She had a strong desire to throw it out the window, but she couldn't risk it falling into someone's hands. So, Ginny just put it in her dresser drawer, promising never to even look at it.
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Ginny had trouble sleeping that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the necklace glowing at her. It was calling her to it. It wanted to be worn. Ginny tossed and turned, trying to get the image out of her mind.
"I can't wait to see Cho again," came Harry's voice.
Tears invaded Ginny's eyes. She couldn't stop them. Stuffing her face in her pillow, Ginny shook her head frantically. It was no use.
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Harry Potter and Ron sat together at breakfast, discussing broomsticks or some such. Ginny approached them, rubbing her burning eyes. Harry looked at her as she sat down.
"Feeling all right there, Gin?" Harry asked.
Ginny just shook her head and sat her head down on the table.
Harry returned to his and Ron's conversation, quite distracted by Ginny's condition. When he asked why she was so ill-feeling today, Ginny merely said that she was tired. Harry nodded, reluctant to let it go.
"Quidditch practice today, Harry?" Ron asked as they left after breakfast.
"Not the first day," Harry said.
Ginny followed them, trying to keep her brain on the present. It kept wanting to drift into darkness.
"I wish I had made the Quidditch team," Ron muttered sadly.
"Maybe next year, Ron," Harry comforted, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder.
Ron just shrugged.
"Harry," called a voice behind them.
All three turned around. Cho Chang stood before them, her raven hair beautifully complimenting her almond eyes. Harry's eyes bulged, and he stood there like an idiot.
"I just wanted to wish you luck with Quidditch this year," Cho said, smiling flirtatiously.
Ginny glared at her.
"Th-thank you," Harry sputtered.
"These books sure are heavy," Cho hinted, straining fraudulently under the weight.
"Let me help," Harry insisted, taking the bag from her.
"I'm up in Defense Against Dark Arts," Cho told him.
"Meet you in Charms, Ron," Harry said over his shoulder.
Ginny watched as Cho and Harry walked side-by-side down the corridor. The mixture of hurt and anger wiped away the thought of being tired.
A/N: Full of short chapters, aren't I? So sorry.
Hold You Until I Die
Chapter six: Fools Rush In
Ginny went up to Gryffindor common with everyone else after the feast. She continued to her own dorm room. She wanted to get some unpacking done. When Ginny got to her room, she found Carley already there. Carley was a tall ginger-brunette who shared the room with Ginny and a few other girls.
"Oh, it's you, Weasley," Carley sneered after a start. "I thought you were someone important."
Ginny just grinned at Carley, feeling utter loathe for her. Carley smiled back, probably feeling about the same.
Ginny went over to her bed and where her trunk sat. Slowly, she unpacked her things and put them in their prearranged place.
"Goodness, Weasley," Carley voiced. "Don't you ever bring anything new to Hogwarts? It seems I know every piece of your wardrobe by smell."
Ginny just rolled her eyes, pulling out a large winter cloak.
"Blimey!" Carley exclaimed.
Ginny was sure that Carley had something rude to say, so she made up her mind to ignore Carley. To Ginny's surprise, Carley jumped up from her bed and pounced over to Ginny. She, then, bent down, bringing up Voldemort's necklace balanced on the edge of her finger.
"This is brilliant," Carley awed. "Your dad must have gone into debt to get it for you."
"Give it back!" Ginny commanded.
"Just a sec," Carley said absently, walking over to the mirror and holding it up to her neck.
Ginny saw the lightening mark glow and the pendant reach for Carley's throat.
"Stop!" Ginny shouted, running up and snatching the necklace from her.
"Really, Weasley?" Carley said, indignantly. "I was just trying it on. Poorness has made you awfully grabby."
Carley turned and left the room. Once the door had closed, Ginny looked down at the necklace in her hand. She had a strong desire to throw it out the window, but she couldn't risk it falling into someone's hands. So, Ginny just put it in her dresser drawer, promising never to even look at it.
**********
Ginny had trouble sleeping that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the necklace glowing at her. It was calling her to it. It wanted to be worn. Ginny tossed and turned, trying to get the image out of her mind.
"I can't wait to see Cho again," came Harry's voice.
Tears invaded Ginny's eyes. She couldn't stop them. Stuffing her face in her pillow, Ginny shook her head frantically. It was no use.
***********
Harry Potter and Ron sat together at breakfast, discussing broomsticks or some such. Ginny approached them, rubbing her burning eyes. Harry looked at her as she sat down.
"Feeling all right there, Gin?" Harry asked.
Ginny just shook her head and sat her head down on the table.
Harry returned to his and Ron's conversation, quite distracted by Ginny's condition. When he asked why she was so ill-feeling today, Ginny merely said that she was tired. Harry nodded, reluctant to let it go.
"Quidditch practice today, Harry?" Ron asked as they left after breakfast.
"Not the first day," Harry said.
Ginny followed them, trying to keep her brain on the present. It kept wanting to drift into darkness.
"I wish I had made the Quidditch team," Ron muttered sadly.
"Maybe next year, Ron," Harry comforted, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder.
Ron just shrugged.
"Harry," called a voice behind them.
All three turned around. Cho Chang stood before them, her raven hair beautifully complimenting her almond eyes. Harry's eyes bulged, and he stood there like an idiot.
"I just wanted to wish you luck with Quidditch this year," Cho said, smiling flirtatiously.
Ginny glared at her.
"Th-thank you," Harry sputtered.
"These books sure are heavy," Cho hinted, straining fraudulently under the weight.
"Let me help," Harry insisted, taking the bag from her.
"I'm up in Defense Against Dark Arts," Cho told him.
"Meet you in Charms, Ron," Harry said over his shoulder.
Ginny watched as Cho and Harry walked side-by-side down the corridor. The mixture of hurt and anger wiped away the thought of being tired.
A/N: Full of short chapters, aren't I? So sorry.
