This is so short and a little plotless except for some necessary sexual tension build up because I have writer's block and am trying to keep you all happy. You *did* give me eleven more reviews than I asked for so I'm thankfully grateful. :)
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"You look chirpy this morning," Ginny said sweetly to Ron as she sat down to breakfast.
Ron's scowl deepened. "Shut up. Potter didn't let me out until about an hour ago." He turned his evil gaze to Harry, who was smirking.
"I was only trying to show you what it was like to be in a closet over night," Harry said innocently.
"You had company! And besides, *I* did it for your own good," Ron said. He nodded slowly, as if he had to assure himself he had said the words right.
"Do be quiet, Ron," Hermione said, giving him a meaningful look.
"You don't think I did this for your own good? It was merely a dose of your own medicine."
"I would have done it if Harry didn't," Ginny pointed out.
"Whatever," Ron snapped, getting up from the table and stomping away angrily. Hermione jumped up and followed him.
Ginny felt immediately uncomfortable without her brother or best friend. After contemplating Hermione's words over night she had decided that, indeed, she did have feelings for Harry. How were you supposed to act with a supposed friend whom you used to have a crush on and now had feelings for?
"Ginny, can you pass me the toast?"
Ginny jumped and glanced up at Harry, blushing profusely. She handed him two slices of toast, which were much more accesible to her than him.
He peered curiously at her. "Is something wrong?"
Ginny shook her head so violently that her long hair flew around her face and quickly tangled as she blew it out of the way. "I'm perfectly dandy. And you?"
"Fine," Harry said cautiously. He was confused by her behaviour and couldn't understand what was wrong.
"Good," Ginny said, standing up and brushed her robes quickly to rid the crumbs. "I'll see you at lunch then."
"Ginny, it's Sunday, you don't have classes," Harry pointed out.
"Right," Ginny said. That meant the common room. The common room with Harry inside of it.
Harry followed her out of the Great Hall, seeming to forget the confusion he had felt towards her. "Do you want to play chess?"
Ginny grinned at him. "I'll kick your cute little butt at it."
Harry arched an eyebrow and she blushed again. "You probably will kick my, er, butt. You always do. But I need to practice so as I don't feel so incompetent when I play your brother."
"I'll play then, but give me a moment to get my men," Ginny said as they came into the common room. She smiled at Harry, then went to Hermione, grabbed her arm, and dragged her up the stairs to her room.
"What's wrong, Gin?" Hermione asked, rubbing her arm as Ginny began throwing things around, searching for her chessmen.
"I need a boyfriend," Ginny said. "Like you said yesterday. Where can I get one?"
"I don't think there's a store. Besides, you're just getting a boyfriend to make Harry jealous. I told you to get a boyfriend to take your mind off Harry."
"How did you . . .?"
"In the words of everyone, I am an insufferable know-it-all," Hermione said with a smile. She really didn't mind the title coming teasingly from her friends.
"And you didn't do good in Divinations?" Ginny joked. "Okay! Here they are. Let's go down before Harry realizes something unnatural is going on. Am I making it obvious?"
"Of course not," Hermione said. "Before you had a crush on him, now you're in lo-ove."
Ginny laughed and Hermione joined along as they rushed down the stairs.
"Miss Weasley," said a stern voice Ginny recognized as Professor McGonagall's.
Ginny stopped walking so fast and froze. "Yes, Professor?"
"You and Potter will serve one of your detentions tonight in the Divination Tower."
Harry groaned and she shot him a look that lingered between amusement and sterness. "Seven o'clock," she said before turning and leaving the room.
Ginny laughed as she sat down across from Harry and began setting up her men. "What does she want us to do -- clean out her Inner Eye?"
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"A student of mine with asthma had a coughing fit yesterday and Madame Pomfrey advised to dusting and airing the room," Professor Trelawney was saying as she slid delicately across the room towards Ginny and Harry, robes rustling. "Of course, I knew you two had gotten a detention and my tea leaves told me that it would be better for you two to do it instead of myself."
Harry struggled not to snort. "How very -- convenient," he muttered so as only Ginny could hear. She sniggered as well.
Professor Trelawney sighed. "Alas, my crystal calls to me. I am afraid I will not be able to supervise but I don't think this will be a problem with you two." She smiled fondly at Ginny and then turned to her office.
Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly at Ginny. "What was that about?"
"Nothing," Ginny muttered, blushing. She quickly changed the subject. "Why don't you open those windows over there and I'll get these over here?"
Harry didn't move, but watched amused as she blushed even more deeply under his gaze and went to the windows she had said she would open. "You're the teacher's pet, aren't you?"
Ginny spun around. "So what?"
Harry gave a gasp of mock horror. "What will your brother say?"
Ginny ignored him and reached upward to get the latch on the window. Harry let out a real gasp. Ginny and he hadn't bothered with robes since they "foresaw" getting dirty in a detention, and Harry suddenly realized that this was a very bad, bad idea. A large sliver of creamy skin was revealed with Ginny's outstretched arms and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
Harry snapped his eyes up to see Ginny looking at him strangely. "Er -- yeah, fine. Just got a little lost in my thoughts. Must be all this fog."
"If you say so," Ginny said uncertainly and turned to do another window. Harry made himself walk over to the other side of the room and didn't risk looking at her again.
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Ginny looked around proudly at the room. "There. She'll fill it with all of that fog by tomorrow, of course. But . . . did you have any idea what this room actually looked like?"
"Ginny," Harry said, pretending to be patient with her. "When I walk in this room I don't 'see' anymore. I only look on with my Inner Eye."
Ginny slapped him playfully and turned around. "Come on, oh, Great Harry."
Harry didn't follow right away however. The way she was walking . . . so graceful and light footed. Her hips danced in front of him and the fact that she wasn't doing it on purpose made it all the more appealing. She snapped around and glared at him.
"Harry James Potter, what has gotten into you? Did all of the fog get to your head or something? You keep getting this glazed over look that creeps me out."
"Sorry," Harry said quickly and caught up so that he was next to her. "Tired, that's all. I still have homework once I get back and it's already ten."
"Not me," Ginny sang, looking maliciously at him. "I got it all done while you childishly played chess with Ron."
"Hey! You play chess too," Harry protested.
Ginny sighed as if Harry wouldn't ever be capable of understanding. "Yes, but I never play against somebody that I know will win."
"You always play against people that you know will *lose*."
"I can't help it if I'm better at chess than you, Harry."
"You're not better at chess than me. I just . . . always let you win."
Ginny turned and grinned at him. "Uh-huh, right."
Harry would have started a 'nu-uh, yu-huh' argument, but they had reached the Fat Lady (gigglegurglechoke), and stepped inside the common room.
Being ten in the evening, all of the younger students were already in their beds, and the ones left were all in a circle, laughing.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked interestedly to Hermione, who was curled in a chair with a book, casting annoyed glances at the small circle of people.
"Oh, they're playing a Muggle game you wouldn't recognize. Ron went down to the kitchens for some butterbeer and sandwhiches and they're having a 'gay old time'."
"Oy! Harry, come join us," Ron said suddenly and scooted over for Harry to sit next to him. Harry walked over to the spot and Ginny sat as well, making Ron give her a look and scoot over more for her.
"What are you guys doing?" Ginny asked, looking around to see the group made of various seventh, sixth, and fifth years. One lone fourth year girl was sitting across from her.
"It's called truth or dare . . ." And with that Laura, a fellow sixth year and Muggle-born, went in on the instructions.
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Okay, I know . . . a truth or dare portion. But, what author can resist when writing about teenagers? Also, nothing much happened in this except for the build up of Harry and Ginny's sexual tension -- which I love to build up. I'm sorry to all you Ron/Herm fans . . . right in the middle of this it's turned more to Harry and Ginny simply because right in the middle of this I decided that Harry and Ginny were the perfect couple. Ron and Hermione are still in there -- somewhere. And I can give them a story line. (I come up with these at the spur of the moment, so I can't give you a definate that one coming up will be centered on Ron/Herm)
Also, since I want to talk about myself . . . don't you just love those songs that bring you back to when you were younger? Okay, granted, I'm only 13, but I can safely say I'm more mature than most my age, and have gone through experiences that make me feel much more aged at times, but being 13 *is* hard. I had a long discussion with my best friend(one of 'em) and we decided that third and fourth grade was really the best time of our lives. Right before puberty, when all went to hell, but not so young as still wearing pull-ups. Okay . . . I'll leave you be now. Not before I ask for around 135 reviews. I know you can do it. I may not update as soon anymore with this, because I'm kinda wondering where to go and . . . well, I'm spending most of my time *reading* fanfics instead of writing them. :)
~HJtheB
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"You look chirpy this morning," Ginny said sweetly to Ron as she sat down to breakfast.
Ron's scowl deepened. "Shut up. Potter didn't let me out until about an hour ago." He turned his evil gaze to Harry, who was smirking.
"I was only trying to show you what it was like to be in a closet over night," Harry said innocently.
"You had company! And besides, *I* did it for your own good," Ron said. He nodded slowly, as if he had to assure himself he had said the words right.
"Do be quiet, Ron," Hermione said, giving him a meaningful look.
"You don't think I did this for your own good? It was merely a dose of your own medicine."
"I would have done it if Harry didn't," Ginny pointed out.
"Whatever," Ron snapped, getting up from the table and stomping away angrily. Hermione jumped up and followed him.
Ginny felt immediately uncomfortable without her brother or best friend. After contemplating Hermione's words over night she had decided that, indeed, she did have feelings for Harry. How were you supposed to act with a supposed friend whom you used to have a crush on and now had feelings for?
"Ginny, can you pass me the toast?"
Ginny jumped and glanced up at Harry, blushing profusely. She handed him two slices of toast, which were much more accesible to her than him.
He peered curiously at her. "Is something wrong?"
Ginny shook her head so violently that her long hair flew around her face and quickly tangled as she blew it out of the way. "I'm perfectly dandy. And you?"
"Fine," Harry said cautiously. He was confused by her behaviour and couldn't understand what was wrong.
"Good," Ginny said, standing up and brushed her robes quickly to rid the crumbs. "I'll see you at lunch then."
"Ginny, it's Sunday, you don't have classes," Harry pointed out.
"Right," Ginny said. That meant the common room. The common room with Harry inside of it.
Harry followed her out of the Great Hall, seeming to forget the confusion he had felt towards her. "Do you want to play chess?"
Ginny grinned at him. "I'll kick your cute little butt at it."
Harry arched an eyebrow and she blushed again. "You probably will kick my, er, butt. You always do. But I need to practice so as I don't feel so incompetent when I play your brother."
"I'll play then, but give me a moment to get my men," Ginny said as they came into the common room. She smiled at Harry, then went to Hermione, grabbed her arm, and dragged her up the stairs to her room.
"What's wrong, Gin?" Hermione asked, rubbing her arm as Ginny began throwing things around, searching for her chessmen.
"I need a boyfriend," Ginny said. "Like you said yesterday. Where can I get one?"
"I don't think there's a store. Besides, you're just getting a boyfriend to make Harry jealous. I told you to get a boyfriend to take your mind off Harry."
"How did you . . .?"
"In the words of everyone, I am an insufferable know-it-all," Hermione said with a smile. She really didn't mind the title coming teasingly from her friends.
"And you didn't do good in Divinations?" Ginny joked. "Okay! Here they are. Let's go down before Harry realizes something unnatural is going on. Am I making it obvious?"
"Of course not," Hermione said. "Before you had a crush on him, now you're in lo-ove."
Ginny laughed and Hermione joined along as they rushed down the stairs.
"Miss Weasley," said a stern voice Ginny recognized as Professor McGonagall's.
Ginny stopped walking so fast and froze. "Yes, Professor?"
"You and Potter will serve one of your detentions tonight in the Divination Tower."
Harry groaned and she shot him a look that lingered between amusement and sterness. "Seven o'clock," she said before turning and leaving the room.
Ginny laughed as she sat down across from Harry and began setting up her men. "What does she want us to do -- clean out her Inner Eye?"
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"A student of mine with asthma had a coughing fit yesterday and Madame Pomfrey advised to dusting and airing the room," Professor Trelawney was saying as she slid delicately across the room towards Ginny and Harry, robes rustling. "Of course, I knew you two had gotten a detention and my tea leaves told me that it would be better for you two to do it instead of myself."
Harry struggled not to snort. "How very -- convenient," he muttered so as only Ginny could hear. She sniggered as well.
Professor Trelawney sighed. "Alas, my crystal calls to me. I am afraid I will not be able to supervise but I don't think this will be a problem with you two." She smiled fondly at Ginny and then turned to her office.
Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly at Ginny. "What was that about?"
"Nothing," Ginny muttered, blushing. She quickly changed the subject. "Why don't you open those windows over there and I'll get these over here?"
Harry didn't move, but watched amused as she blushed even more deeply under his gaze and went to the windows she had said she would open. "You're the teacher's pet, aren't you?"
Ginny spun around. "So what?"
Harry gave a gasp of mock horror. "What will your brother say?"
Ginny ignored him and reached upward to get the latch on the window. Harry let out a real gasp. Ginny and he hadn't bothered with robes since they "foresaw" getting dirty in a detention, and Harry suddenly realized that this was a very bad, bad idea. A large sliver of creamy skin was revealed with Ginny's outstretched arms and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
Harry snapped his eyes up to see Ginny looking at him strangely. "Er -- yeah, fine. Just got a little lost in my thoughts. Must be all this fog."
"If you say so," Ginny said uncertainly and turned to do another window. Harry made himself walk over to the other side of the room and didn't risk looking at her again.
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Ginny looked around proudly at the room. "There. She'll fill it with all of that fog by tomorrow, of course. But . . . did you have any idea what this room actually looked like?"
"Ginny," Harry said, pretending to be patient with her. "When I walk in this room I don't 'see' anymore. I only look on with my Inner Eye."
Ginny slapped him playfully and turned around. "Come on, oh, Great Harry."
Harry didn't follow right away however. The way she was walking . . . so graceful and light footed. Her hips danced in front of him and the fact that she wasn't doing it on purpose made it all the more appealing. She snapped around and glared at him.
"Harry James Potter, what has gotten into you? Did all of the fog get to your head or something? You keep getting this glazed over look that creeps me out."
"Sorry," Harry said quickly and caught up so that he was next to her. "Tired, that's all. I still have homework once I get back and it's already ten."
"Not me," Ginny sang, looking maliciously at him. "I got it all done while you childishly played chess with Ron."
"Hey! You play chess too," Harry protested.
Ginny sighed as if Harry wouldn't ever be capable of understanding. "Yes, but I never play against somebody that I know will win."
"You always play against people that you know will *lose*."
"I can't help it if I'm better at chess than you, Harry."
"You're not better at chess than me. I just . . . always let you win."
Ginny turned and grinned at him. "Uh-huh, right."
Harry would have started a 'nu-uh, yu-huh' argument, but they had reached the Fat Lady (gigglegurglechoke), and stepped inside the common room.
Being ten in the evening, all of the younger students were already in their beds, and the ones left were all in a circle, laughing.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked interestedly to Hermione, who was curled in a chair with a book, casting annoyed glances at the small circle of people.
"Oh, they're playing a Muggle game you wouldn't recognize. Ron went down to the kitchens for some butterbeer and sandwhiches and they're having a 'gay old time'."
"Oy! Harry, come join us," Ron said suddenly and scooted over for Harry to sit next to him. Harry walked over to the spot and Ginny sat as well, making Ron give her a look and scoot over more for her.
"What are you guys doing?" Ginny asked, looking around to see the group made of various seventh, sixth, and fifth years. One lone fourth year girl was sitting across from her.
"It's called truth or dare . . ." And with that Laura, a fellow sixth year and Muggle-born, went in on the instructions.
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Okay, I know . . . a truth or dare portion. But, what author can resist when writing about teenagers? Also, nothing much happened in this except for the build up of Harry and Ginny's sexual tension -- which I love to build up. I'm sorry to all you Ron/Herm fans . . . right in the middle of this it's turned more to Harry and Ginny simply because right in the middle of this I decided that Harry and Ginny were the perfect couple. Ron and Hermione are still in there -- somewhere. And I can give them a story line. (I come up with these at the spur of the moment, so I can't give you a definate that one coming up will be centered on Ron/Herm)
Also, since I want to talk about myself . . . don't you just love those songs that bring you back to when you were younger? Okay, granted, I'm only 13, but I can safely say I'm more mature than most my age, and have gone through experiences that make me feel much more aged at times, but being 13 *is* hard. I had a long discussion with my best friend(one of 'em) and we decided that third and fourth grade was really the best time of our lives. Right before puberty, when all went to hell, but not so young as still wearing pull-ups. Okay . . . I'll leave you be now. Not before I ask for around 135 reviews. I know you can do it. I may not update as soon anymore with this, because I'm kinda wondering where to go and . . . well, I'm spending most of my time *reading* fanfics instead of writing them. :)
~HJtheB