Summary: It's Ginny's 6th year and everyone keeps treating her like a
child. She'd rather die than be driven insane.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (*DANG IT!*)
A/N: I'm going to start putting my vocab words in the story. So if there is a big word from now on, don't worry I don't know it either. Read and review well my friends.
Chapter 7: Sunday Morning Rivalries
Ginny didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep on the grounds. Somebody was prodding her awake but she didn't get up until the person shifted letting the blazing sun blind her. When her eyes focused she saw the person in question. It was Harry.
"Morning Gin." He said cheerfully.
"Hiya Harry." She replied groggily.
"Were you out here all night?" He asked. "That's dangerous Ginny! Are you okay?"
Ginny smiled inwardly. He was worried. How sweet! "I think so."
"Well.alright." He said eyeing her warily. " I didn't see you at breakfast.I brought you this."
"Thanks." She said. She sat up and took the bacon and toast from his hands.
"So," Harry said as he sat down. "How're you?"
"Horrible."
"Really?" He asked with concern.
"No." She laughed. "Just utterly exhausted."
"Wow."
"What?"
"You look really beautiful when you smile." He blushed.
"Er- thanks." She said. It was somewhat awkward having a guy you adored for four years suddenly compliment you. Again.
"You're welcome." He whispered. He looked from her eyes to her lips and edged closer to her. Ginny saw what he was doing and froze in fear and anger..He was going to kiss her! That git! But before she could voice another thought, his lips came crashing down on hers. This kiss was much sloppier than Draco's. Harry put his hands on her waist and tried to massage her teeth with his tongue. Ginny pushed his chest but Harry took it as a sign of affection and continued, one hand edging toward her butt, and the other pulling her closer. Ginny's eyes were open wide now and through a slight corner of her eye she saw Harry's hair and yanked it.
"Harold James Potter! If you ever kiss me again, I'll make sure you can't have children!" She screamed.
"My, my, lovebirds having a spat are we?" Draco sneered.
"Shut up, ferret face!" Ginny snapped. She looked at the two of them with the utmost loathing and stalked away fuming.
"Potter stay away from Virginia. She doesn't need filth like you groping her." Draco said. If Harry didn't know any better he'd say that Draco fancied Ginny. But alas he did know better.
"Filth like me?" Harry scoffed. "This from Draco Malfoy, Scum of the Universe."
"Listen-."
"No, you listen, Malfoy. I don't trust you and your fictitious precious Ginny doesn't trust you. So it's you, who should stay away from her." Harry said dangerously, nudging Draco's shoulder with his wand.
"Why don't we let Virginia decide, hmm? Or are you scared that your scar and Dumbledore can't help you this time." Draco replied while shrugging the wand off.
"Go to hell." Harry spat walking away.
"Likewise, my four-eyed friend, likewise!" Draco called after him. Draco sat down at the lake in a pensive mood. It bugged Draco so much that Ginny didn't take him seriously. Everyone took him seriously. And for once, he was actually telling the truth and not being taken seriously. He'd fancied her since his 6th year and she didn't even care. Of course, he was always mean to her. He was a Malfoy. She, a Weasley. A Weasley. He tried to remind himself. But why did it matter? He thought. He didn't care what other people thought. (*With the exception of his overbearing father*) Who cared? She was beautiful, clever, and spicy. The only reason Draco couldn't have her was because of her house and financial status. That was ludicrous.
He didn't even want to be a Death Eater. He didn't want people to grovel in fear. And he didn't want to do that either. Draco wanted respect. And, dare he say it.affection. The irony almost made him laugh. He wanted this so called 'affection' from a so called "enemy". Actually, now that he thought about it, Ginny wasn't his enemy per say. He was her stupid git of a brother's.
Draco could actually remember the moment Ginny began to intrigue him. It was outside of her potions session when her bag strap tore, (*courtesy of Draco himself*), scattering all her papers and spilling ink on half of her belongings. She kept cool though, and refused all help offered by many drooling boys. Her INDEPENDENCE snagged him first.
A couple of days later, Draco had been walking with his broom after an afternoon Quidditch practice and saw the one-man Harry Potter fan club walking. He tripped the fan club (*A.K.A. Colin Creevey.*) with his Nimbus making him drop the photo's he was carrying. Whilst Draco stood by and cackled at Colin, in Colin's haste to leave the most embarrassing situation, he left one picture behind. Draco picked it up and his chest emptied and refilled itself in a second. (*Imagine that feeling.*) The picture was of Ginny sitting under a tree beside the lake during a sunset. Her scarlet hair was in plaited pigtails but stray hairs blew across her face. She giggled, pushed them aside, and waved, beaming at him. When he pocketed the photo instead of binning it, he realized her BEAUTY got him next. At that moment, he decided that he would speak to her. Formally. Somehow. At least, if he couldn't be hers romantically, he would own a spot in her brain, like Saint Potter. Or so he thought. The first time he tried to speak to her.. "Hello Weasley."
"Sod off." The second time. "Nice day for a walk?"
" Not on the same planet as you." The third time he simply nodded and waved, and she made a rude hand gesture. So now, instead of trying to casually bump into her, he would try the more direct approach.
STALKING.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!! Okay 4 those of u thinking I'm Harry bashing I am not. If you're resisting a kiss of course it's horrible! Also the last bit of this chapter was in the past if you couldn't tell. I know, I know nothing EXTREME has happened yet. Keep reading though it will get better and more Action/ Drama/ Suspense is coming I swear. Remember the three R's: Read, Review, Repeat.
LUVYALOTS!! ^_~ aMaKa p.s. feel free 2 e-mail!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (*DANG IT!*)
A/N: I'm going to start putting my vocab words in the story. So if there is a big word from now on, don't worry I don't know it either. Read and review well my friends.
Chapter 7: Sunday Morning Rivalries
Ginny didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep on the grounds. Somebody was prodding her awake but she didn't get up until the person shifted letting the blazing sun blind her. When her eyes focused she saw the person in question. It was Harry.
"Morning Gin." He said cheerfully.
"Hiya Harry." She replied groggily.
"Were you out here all night?" He asked. "That's dangerous Ginny! Are you okay?"
Ginny smiled inwardly. He was worried. How sweet! "I think so."
"Well.alright." He said eyeing her warily. " I didn't see you at breakfast.I brought you this."
"Thanks." She said. She sat up and took the bacon and toast from his hands.
"So," Harry said as he sat down. "How're you?"
"Horrible."
"Really?" He asked with concern.
"No." She laughed. "Just utterly exhausted."
"Wow."
"What?"
"You look really beautiful when you smile." He blushed.
"Er- thanks." She said. It was somewhat awkward having a guy you adored for four years suddenly compliment you. Again.
"You're welcome." He whispered. He looked from her eyes to her lips and edged closer to her. Ginny saw what he was doing and froze in fear and anger..He was going to kiss her! That git! But before she could voice another thought, his lips came crashing down on hers. This kiss was much sloppier than Draco's. Harry put his hands on her waist and tried to massage her teeth with his tongue. Ginny pushed his chest but Harry took it as a sign of affection and continued, one hand edging toward her butt, and the other pulling her closer. Ginny's eyes were open wide now and through a slight corner of her eye she saw Harry's hair and yanked it.
"Harold James Potter! If you ever kiss me again, I'll make sure you can't have children!" She screamed.
"My, my, lovebirds having a spat are we?" Draco sneered.
"Shut up, ferret face!" Ginny snapped. She looked at the two of them with the utmost loathing and stalked away fuming.
"Potter stay away from Virginia. She doesn't need filth like you groping her." Draco said. If Harry didn't know any better he'd say that Draco fancied Ginny. But alas he did know better.
"Filth like me?" Harry scoffed. "This from Draco Malfoy, Scum of the Universe."
"Listen-."
"No, you listen, Malfoy. I don't trust you and your fictitious precious Ginny doesn't trust you. So it's you, who should stay away from her." Harry said dangerously, nudging Draco's shoulder with his wand.
"Why don't we let Virginia decide, hmm? Or are you scared that your scar and Dumbledore can't help you this time." Draco replied while shrugging the wand off.
"Go to hell." Harry spat walking away.
"Likewise, my four-eyed friend, likewise!" Draco called after him. Draco sat down at the lake in a pensive mood. It bugged Draco so much that Ginny didn't take him seriously. Everyone took him seriously. And for once, he was actually telling the truth and not being taken seriously. He'd fancied her since his 6th year and she didn't even care. Of course, he was always mean to her. He was a Malfoy. She, a Weasley. A Weasley. He tried to remind himself. But why did it matter? He thought. He didn't care what other people thought. (*With the exception of his overbearing father*) Who cared? She was beautiful, clever, and spicy. The only reason Draco couldn't have her was because of her house and financial status. That was ludicrous.
He didn't even want to be a Death Eater. He didn't want people to grovel in fear. And he didn't want to do that either. Draco wanted respect. And, dare he say it.affection. The irony almost made him laugh. He wanted this so called 'affection' from a so called "enemy". Actually, now that he thought about it, Ginny wasn't his enemy per say. He was her stupid git of a brother's.
Draco could actually remember the moment Ginny began to intrigue him. It was outside of her potions session when her bag strap tore, (*courtesy of Draco himself*), scattering all her papers and spilling ink on half of her belongings. She kept cool though, and refused all help offered by many drooling boys. Her INDEPENDENCE snagged him first.
A couple of days later, Draco had been walking with his broom after an afternoon Quidditch practice and saw the one-man Harry Potter fan club walking. He tripped the fan club (*A.K.A. Colin Creevey.*) with his Nimbus making him drop the photo's he was carrying. Whilst Draco stood by and cackled at Colin, in Colin's haste to leave the most embarrassing situation, he left one picture behind. Draco picked it up and his chest emptied and refilled itself in a second. (*Imagine that feeling.*) The picture was of Ginny sitting under a tree beside the lake during a sunset. Her scarlet hair was in plaited pigtails but stray hairs blew across her face. She giggled, pushed them aside, and waved, beaming at him. When he pocketed the photo instead of binning it, he realized her BEAUTY got him next. At that moment, he decided that he would speak to her. Formally. Somehow. At least, if he couldn't be hers romantically, he would own a spot in her brain, like Saint Potter. Or so he thought. The first time he tried to speak to her.. "Hello Weasley."
"Sod off." The second time. "Nice day for a walk?"
" Not on the same planet as you." The third time he simply nodded and waved, and she made a rude hand gesture. So now, instead of trying to casually bump into her, he would try the more direct approach.
STALKING.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!! Okay 4 those of u thinking I'm Harry bashing I am not. If you're resisting a kiss of course it's horrible! Also the last bit of this chapter was in the past if you couldn't tell. I know, I know nothing EXTREME has happened yet. Keep reading though it will get better and more Action/ Drama/ Suspense is coming I swear. Remember the three R's: Read, Review, Repeat.
LUVYALOTS!! ^_~ aMaKa p.s. feel free 2 e-mail!