]I'm on a writing spill today.probably because it's raining and I can't go
play my footie game today.grrr.oh well.have fun reading, and remember, I
love REVIEWS like a fat kid loves chocolate cake!
(No, I am not trying to be mean to people who like chocolate cake, otherwise I would be insulting myself.they're just 50 Cent lyrics)
*Authoress's note:*
Just in case anyone reading had any doubts, I am not making any money from this story, and is in no way meant to offend J.K. Rowling. The characters, (except for those otherwise noted) belong to Scholastic Books and Warner Bros. Inc. and the plot, dialogue and story-lines are mine.
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"Who the hell is under my bed?" Harry yelled, reaching for his wand, which currently resided in his inside left robe pocket.
"It's just me, Harry, don't be worried," Ginny said in a quavering voice. "Aw, shit." She added after bumping her head into the underside of Harry's bed.
"Who is me?" Harry asked again, pointing his wand directly at Ginny's bum.
"If you show any signs of hostility, I will *not* hesitate to hex your ass out of here!" he yelled again as Ginny struggled to free herself from underneath the bed.
"I'm coming out, all right?" Ginny said, brushing her bangs behind her ears in an attempt to make herself presentable to the boy she was working so hard to impress.
"Ginny?" Harry asked confusedly as he lowered his wand.
Ginny emerged less than gracefully, tripping on the edge of a carpet and stumbling forward, several cobwebs stuck in her hair.
"What are you doing in here?" he demanded, gripping more tightly on his wand.
"I, uh, spring cleaning?" Ginny stuttered, waving one of the cobwebs from in the air.
"Really?" Harry replied, raising one eyebrow defiantly. "I don't think so."
"You can put that thing away." She said, gesturing towards Harry's wand. (Yes, the wooden one, you nasty people!)
"What happened to my books?" Harry said, a look of panic spreading over his face.
"I had an accident." Ginny retorted.
"Where's my-my diary?" he said dropping to his knees to examine the books under his bed.
"Um," Ginny bit her lip nervously. "This diary, maybe?"
She produced Harry's diary, the lock open, revealing the contents of two pages.
'"Ginny Weasley, did you read my diary?" Harry asked as he snatched the book from her hands and stuffed it under one arm.
"Not deliberately, if that's what you're emphasizing." Ginny replied, beginning to feel very guilty and childish.
"How much did you read?" He demanded worriedly.
"Up to the point where-" Harry interrupted her.
"I didn't really expect you to answer that question." He said with an impish giggle.
Ginny paused to blush a little. She stared at the floor and wrung her hands together.
"Then you might as well know." Harry said, seating himself on the top of Neville's bed.
Harry took a deep breath before he began.
"What in Merlin's good name did you do to Neville's photograph?" He asked, his eyes widening as he surveyed the remains of the glassless wooden photo- frame.
"It wasn't my fault really, I just knocked it by accident." Ginny blurted out.
"Ferrara rapida reparo." Harry said as he pointed his wand at the shards of glass that still occupied a spot on the floor.
The glass spun around in a haze of glittering and whitish light before reconstructing itself into what it had been before Ginny's little 'accident'.
"Well, I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that Ron is my best mate. You know he might have problems with it." Harry said quietly, almost to himself.
"Excuse me, but could you repeat that in English?" Ginny asked puzzledly, placing one hand on her right hip.
"Sorry, I get kind of muddled when I'm nervy." Harry replied, glancing at Ginny for only a moment long enough for her to get a glimpse of his radiant eyes, which seemed to have gotten brighter in comparison with the rest of the room.
"I've always liked you, Ginny, I've just never known how to justify myself for it." He said, pausing for a breath. "I don't s'pose an active girl like you would fancy someone as strange as me anyway."
"Did I miss something?" She interrupted, becoming rather starry-eyed.
"You should hate me; remember the porridge?" Ginny asked, sliding as discretely as possible onto the comforter of Neville's bed next to Harry.
"You don't want to get to know me any better?" he asked in surprise.
"Now, that's not what I said." Ginny retorted as she inched still closer to Harry.
"So, how about it, then?" Harry asked intently, his eyes beginning to sparkle.
"I think I would enjoy that very much, Mr. Potter." She replied with a satisfied glow in her voice.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back, but I have some affairs to put in order before I can continue." Ginny added, springing from the bed and out of the room before Harry could protest one way or another.
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Ginny sped through the corridor searching for one person. Draco. After all, it really was his doing that had inadvertently caused Harry to talk to her.
The first class of the day had been dismissed and there were students of varying age littered all through the halls and corridors and it was difficult to see very far without bumping into someone or something.
"Weasley." A crisp voice called from behind her.
"Must you sneak up on me like that?" Ginny said as she turned to face a rather disgruntled Draco Malfoy.
"I've been looking for you." He said coldly as he laid a firm hand on Ginny's right shoulder.
"I just wanted to say thank you, Draco." Ginny said, handing the gold key back to the pale Slytherin boy, who blinked several times as the small object was placed in the palm of his hand.
"Thank you for what?" he asked confusedly.
"And where'd you get this?
"My little secret." Ginny replied, turning on one heel to go back upstairs.
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Once back in the boys' dorm, Harry and Ginny started talking again.
"So how'd you get into my diary any way?" Harry asked, glancing at the still opened leather-clad book that was still under his arm as he leaned closer to Ginny, swiping one of her cheeks with a soft kiss.
"That," Ginny began. "is a very long story."
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THE END
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I hope everyone enjoyed it.so what if the last chapter was short.it concluded this story
Tell me watcha think and pop a reeview.
~Mac
(No, I am not trying to be mean to people who like chocolate cake, otherwise I would be insulting myself.they're just 50 Cent lyrics)
*Authoress's note:*
Just in case anyone reading had any doubts, I am not making any money from this story, and is in no way meant to offend J.K. Rowling. The characters, (except for those otherwise noted) belong to Scholastic Books and Warner Bros. Inc. and the plot, dialogue and story-lines are mine.
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"Who the hell is under my bed?" Harry yelled, reaching for his wand, which currently resided in his inside left robe pocket.
"It's just me, Harry, don't be worried," Ginny said in a quavering voice. "Aw, shit." She added after bumping her head into the underside of Harry's bed.
"Who is me?" Harry asked again, pointing his wand directly at Ginny's bum.
"If you show any signs of hostility, I will *not* hesitate to hex your ass out of here!" he yelled again as Ginny struggled to free herself from underneath the bed.
"I'm coming out, all right?" Ginny said, brushing her bangs behind her ears in an attempt to make herself presentable to the boy she was working so hard to impress.
"Ginny?" Harry asked confusedly as he lowered his wand.
Ginny emerged less than gracefully, tripping on the edge of a carpet and stumbling forward, several cobwebs stuck in her hair.
"What are you doing in here?" he demanded, gripping more tightly on his wand.
"I, uh, spring cleaning?" Ginny stuttered, waving one of the cobwebs from in the air.
"Really?" Harry replied, raising one eyebrow defiantly. "I don't think so."
"You can put that thing away." She said, gesturing towards Harry's wand. (Yes, the wooden one, you nasty people!)
"What happened to my books?" Harry said, a look of panic spreading over his face.
"I had an accident." Ginny retorted.
"Where's my-my diary?" he said dropping to his knees to examine the books under his bed.
"Um," Ginny bit her lip nervously. "This diary, maybe?"
She produced Harry's diary, the lock open, revealing the contents of two pages.
'"Ginny Weasley, did you read my diary?" Harry asked as he snatched the book from her hands and stuffed it under one arm.
"Not deliberately, if that's what you're emphasizing." Ginny replied, beginning to feel very guilty and childish.
"How much did you read?" He demanded worriedly.
"Up to the point where-" Harry interrupted her.
"I didn't really expect you to answer that question." He said with an impish giggle.
Ginny paused to blush a little. She stared at the floor and wrung her hands together.
"Then you might as well know." Harry said, seating himself on the top of Neville's bed.
Harry took a deep breath before he began.
"What in Merlin's good name did you do to Neville's photograph?" He asked, his eyes widening as he surveyed the remains of the glassless wooden photo- frame.
"It wasn't my fault really, I just knocked it by accident." Ginny blurted out.
"Ferrara rapida reparo." Harry said as he pointed his wand at the shards of glass that still occupied a spot on the floor.
The glass spun around in a haze of glittering and whitish light before reconstructing itself into what it had been before Ginny's little 'accident'.
"Well, I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that Ron is my best mate. You know he might have problems with it." Harry said quietly, almost to himself.
"Excuse me, but could you repeat that in English?" Ginny asked puzzledly, placing one hand on her right hip.
"Sorry, I get kind of muddled when I'm nervy." Harry replied, glancing at Ginny for only a moment long enough for her to get a glimpse of his radiant eyes, which seemed to have gotten brighter in comparison with the rest of the room.
"I've always liked you, Ginny, I've just never known how to justify myself for it." He said, pausing for a breath. "I don't s'pose an active girl like you would fancy someone as strange as me anyway."
"Did I miss something?" She interrupted, becoming rather starry-eyed.
"You should hate me; remember the porridge?" Ginny asked, sliding as discretely as possible onto the comforter of Neville's bed next to Harry.
"You don't want to get to know me any better?" he asked in surprise.
"Now, that's not what I said." Ginny retorted as she inched still closer to Harry.
"So, how about it, then?" Harry asked intently, his eyes beginning to sparkle.
"I think I would enjoy that very much, Mr. Potter." She replied with a satisfied glow in her voice.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back, but I have some affairs to put in order before I can continue." Ginny added, springing from the bed and out of the room before Harry could protest one way or another.
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Ginny sped through the corridor searching for one person. Draco. After all, it really was his doing that had inadvertently caused Harry to talk to her.
The first class of the day had been dismissed and there were students of varying age littered all through the halls and corridors and it was difficult to see very far without bumping into someone or something.
"Weasley." A crisp voice called from behind her.
"Must you sneak up on me like that?" Ginny said as she turned to face a rather disgruntled Draco Malfoy.
"I've been looking for you." He said coldly as he laid a firm hand on Ginny's right shoulder.
"I just wanted to say thank you, Draco." Ginny said, handing the gold key back to the pale Slytherin boy, who blinked several times as the small object was placed in the palm of his hand.
"Thank you for what?" he asked confusedly.
"And where'd you get this?
"My little secret." Ginny replied, turning on one heel to go back upstairs.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Once back in the boys' dorm, Harry and Ginny started talking again.
"So how'd you get into my diary any way?" Harry asked, glancing at the still opened leather-clad book that was still under his arm as he leaned closer to Ginny, swiping one of her cheeks with a soft kiss.
"That," Ginny began. "is a very long story."
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THE END
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I hope everyone enjoyed it.so what if the last chapter was short.it concluded this story
Tell me watcha think and pop a reeview.
~Mac