Chapter 4
Harry lay her back down on her bed. She was asleep now, tears sticking to her face like PVA glue. He didn't know what came over her. Never in all the years he'd known Ginny had she ever done something like that. It just wasn't right. Except for that one time.
The time in Ginny's first year; the incident with Voldemort in the chamber of secrets. Voldemort (working through the diary of Tom Riddle, his former self) had forced Ginny to murder roosters and vandalise the school, almost killing herself in the process. Harry had saved her in the chamber from Riddle and the Basilisk. She had almost died down there and he knew she never would do it again. Not for anything. She wouldn't put everybody through the worry and hurt again. He knew her too well.
He'd ask tomorrow, there was no use waking the girl now. Something else, more drastic might happen. He decided to contemplate his and Ginny's possible annihilation.
The next day at breakfast there was a stony silence, not only because none of them were morning people. Harry and Ginny kept looking at each other, trying to get the other to talk first. Ginny kept signalling her eyes urgently towards Arthur and then to Molly, glaring at them both in turn. Harry was doing the same back to her. They were both daring the other to speak first. In the end Mr Weasley turned to his adopted son, saying:
"Harry? Is there something wrong?" He looked quizzically at the teen with black hair falling into his eyes. Harry looked up at the older man with a pale glint in his eye. He risked a lot in saying what he was about to say, but-
"Er.no Mr Weasley. Nothing's wrong." He smiled at the father and got back to his plate of eggs and bacon, which had just been re-filled by Molly. The older woman peered into his eyes, worry filling her own.
"Are you sure dear?" She said questioned.
"Yes Molly, I'm fine." He began to shovel scrambled egg down his throat, spilling half of it down his shirt. Ginny glared at him like he had just backed out of a dare. He grinned back at her mischievously. She stuck her tongue out at him in return. "So, Harry. You wanna play more Quidditch today?" asked Ron.
"Yes, sure. God knows I need the practise from having the year off." He said. "Bloody Umbridge."
Ron chuckled back at him. "Yeah, I'm sure now she's gone Dumbledore will let you back on the team."
"Hey!" Ginny whined. "I'm the gryffindor seeker! The position has been filled!"
"Oops, er.sorry Gin, I forgot." Her brother exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too Ginx."
Ginny laughed at this new nickname for her. "So you should be, lady- buck!" She joked. "But, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm quitting the team."
Both boys stared at the girl mortified. "What?" Ron exclaimed.
"Why?" Harry echoed him.
"You're a bloody brilliant seeker, gin!"
"Yeah, maybe" she muttered as she got up from the table, taking the dishes. "But Harry is tonnes better than me. I've only got Gryffindor's interests at heart." Harry saw that the plates she was holding were going to drop and caught a handful before they hit the floor. "Thanks Harry," She said, putting the plates down in the sink. The 3 of them walked out side into the sunshine.
"But, Gin. You're a really good flier!" Ron protested.
"That's a nice compliment, coming from you." She muttered.
"Hey! C'mon! Fred and George left last year, as did Angelina and Alicia. It's Katie's last year. You couldn't go in for a chaser or beater place."
"Yeah Ginny, you've got no competition. Go for it."
Ginny was at the door of the garden shed, where the Weasley's kept their brooms. Harry's was also there for the summer. She had her bottom lip stick between her top teeth in thought. A cute little habit, Harry thought to himself.
"You never know, I might!" Ginny opened the shed and crawled in bringing out 3 brooms. She chucked one each to the boys.
"Alright then, so are we playing up on the paddock?" Harry asked. This special place they used to practise their Quidditch skills was situated about half a mile down the road on top of a beautiful plateau with a small wood on the top. It was perfectly secluded from muggles and had many tall trees to hide in (perfect for Ginny and Harry to hide in for a few seconds during a match whilst the others all flew around with the Quaffle to exchange a few kisses.)
"Yeah. Where else?" Ron's tall legs carried him easily through the tall grasses of their back garden, whilst Harry and Ginny struggled through them whilst half drowned in grass. "We can't exactly use the old field. It's covered in wheat and is in full view of the farmer's cottage!"
"Well we could, I love scaring that old man. He throws little stones that don't go more than 2 metres!" The three of them laughed as they climbed the long stretch to the pitch.
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That afternoon was more than any of them had expected from a game of Quidditch. The boys had said they would help Ginny with training for the tryouts next term, and this would happen in any weather. There was a thunderstorm, complete with lightning singing the trees. By the end of it they were all soaked to the skin and covered in mud.
Harry, Ron and Ginny ran down the filthy country lane back towards the Weasley's house, laughing and screaming as more rain dropped down on them from above. Harry's eyes danced in their sockets as he looked at Ginny; her pale t-shirt was entirely soaked and you could see the patterns on her bra. It was a snoopy one with cute cartons on it. Harry couldn't stand the charade anymore. He bounced down to Ginny and picked her up and kissed her on the lips. They both forgot where they were and carried on. Ron stared at them in a mixture of amazement and horror, drips of water thundering down on his head and splashing on the trampled ground.
"HARRY?!"
The author- I am a dim-witted fool! I have forgotten all disclaimers. But you lot already know the drill.This chapter was a bit strange I know, but I can't help me self! Anybody got any good romance stories? I will appreciate them if you know any good ones. Anyways, please do as I ask and:
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V
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Harry lay her back down on her bed. She was asleep now, tears sticking to her face like PVA glue. He didn't know what came over her. Never in all the years he'd known Ginny had she ever done something like that. It just wasn't right. Except for that one time.
The time in Ginny's first year; the incident with Voldemort in the chamber of secrets. Voldemort (working through the diary of Tom Riddle, his former self) had forced Ginny to murder roosters and vandalise the school, almost killing herself in the process. Harry had saved her in the chamber from Riddle and the Basilisk. She had almost died down there and he knew she never would do it again. Not for anything. She wouldn't put everybody through the worry and hurt again. He knew her too well.
He'd ask tomorrow, there was no use waking the girl now. Something else, more drastic might happen. He decided to contemplate his and Ginny's possible annihilation.
The next day at breakfast there was a stony silence, not only because none of them were morning people. Harry and Ginny kept looking at each other, trying to get the other to talk first. Ginny kept signalling her eyes urgently towards Arthur and then to Molly, glaring at them both in turn. Harry was doing the same back to her. They were both daring the other to speak first. In the end Mr Weasley turned to his adopted son, saying:
"Harry? Is there something wrong?" He looked quizzically at the teen with black hair falling into his eyes. Harry looked up at the older man with a pale glint in his eye. He risked a lot in saying what he was about to say, but-
"Er.no Mr Weasley. Nothing's wrong." He smiled at the father and got back to his plate of eggs and bacon, which had just been re-filled by Molly. The older woman peered into his eyes, worry filling her own.
"Are you sure dear?" She said questioned.
"Yes Molly, I'm fine." He began to shovel scrambled egg down his throat, spilling half of it down his shirt. Ginny glared at him like he had just backed out of a dare. He grinned back at her mischievously. She stuck her tongue out at him in return. "So, Harry. You wanna play more Quidditch today?" asked Ron.
"Yes, sure. God knows I need the practise from having the year off." He said. "Bloody Umbridge."
Ron chuckled back at him. "Yeah, I'm sure now she's gone Dumbledore will let you back on the team."
"Hey!" Ginny whined. "I'm the gryffindor seeker! The position has been filled!"
"Oops, er.sorry Gin, I forgot." Her brother exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too Ginx."
Ginny laughed at this new nickname for her. "So you should be, lady- buck!" She joked. "But, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm quitting the team."
Both boys stared at the girl mortified. "What?" Ron exclaimed.
"Why?" Harry echoed him.
"You're a bloody brilliant seeker, gin!"
"Yeah, maybe" she muttered as she got up from the table, taking the dishes. "But Harry is tonnes better than me. I've only got Gryffindor's interests at heart." Harry saw that the plates she was holding were going to drop and caught a handful before they hit the floor. "Thanks Harry," She said, putting the plates down in the sink. The 3 of them walked out side into the sunshine.
"But, Gin. You're a really good flier!" Ron protested.
"That's a nice compliment, coming from you." She muttered.
"Hey! C'mon! Fred and George left last year, as did Angelina and Alicia. It's Katie's last year. You couldn't go in for a chaser or beater place."
"Yeah Ginny, you've got no competition. Go for it."
Ginny was at the door of the garden shed, where the Weasley's kept their brooms. Harry's was also there for the summer. She had her bottom lip stick between her top teeth in thought. A cute little habit, Harry thought to himself.
"You never know, I might!" Ginny opened the shed and crawled in bringing out 3 brooms. She chucked one each to the boys.
"Alright then, so are we playing up on the paddock?" Harry asked. This special place they used to practise their Quidditch skills was situated about half a mile down the road on top of a beautiful plateau with a small wood on the top. It was perfectly secluded from muggles and had many tall trees to hide in (perfect for Ginny and Harry to hide in for a few seconds during a match whilst the others all flew around with the Quaffle to exchange a few kisses.)
"Yeah. Where else?" Ron's tall legs carried him easily through the tall grasses of their back garden, whilst Harry and Ginny struggled through them whilst half drowned in grass. "We can't exactly use the old field. It's covered in wheat and is in full view of the farmer's cottage!"
"Well we could, I love scaring that old man. He throws little stones that don't go more than 2 metres!" The three of them laughed as they climbed the long stretch to the pitch.
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That afternoon was more than any of them had expected from a game of Quidditch. The boys had said they would help Ginny with training for the tryouts next term, and this would happen in any weather. There was a thunderstorm, complete with lightning singing the trees. By the end of it they were all soaked to the skin and covered in mud.
Harry, Ron and Ginny ran down the filthy country lane back towards the Weasley's house, laughing and screaming as more rain dropped down on them from above. Harry's eyes danced in their sockets as he looked at Ginny; her pale t-shirt was entirely soaked and you could see the patterns on her bra. It was a snoopy one with cute cartons on it. Harry couldn't stand the charade anymore. He bounced down to Ginny and picked her up and kissed her on the lips. They both forgot where they were and carried on. Ron stared at them in a mixture of amazement and horror, drips of water thundering down on his head and splashing on the trampled ground.
"HARRY?!"
The author- I am a dim-witted fool! I have forgotten all disclaimers. But you lot already know the drill.This chapter was a bit strange I know, but I can't help me self! Anybody got any good romance stories? I will appreciate them if you know any good ones. Anyways, please do as I ask and:
R
E
V
I
E
W
!!!