Chapter 2-
Harry had absentmindedly walked into the chess table, taking the set down with him. He could hear the pieces in the bag yelling at him for disturbing their rest. He looked back up at Ginny. Harry was awestruck; He had never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. It looked as though in just four short weeks she had grown from being just Ron's kid sister to, well, Ron's quite exquisite sister who didn't seem that much younger anymore. She wore a simple white sundress with yellow flowers, but Harry was amazed at how well she looked in it. She had gone from a petite litter girl to gorgeous young woman. She had filled out nicely, and had womanly curves in all the right places. Harry just wanted to run up those stairs to her and take her in his arms, never to let go again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked Ginny, snapping him back into reality, even though he noticed how sweet her voice sounded.
"Yeah Gin, I'm alright. How are you?" Harry asked with a tone that told Ginny he didn't want to be the topic of conversation.
I'm fine, but incredibly bored. Hermione isn't due to arrive until 3 o'clock, and I've got nothing to do until then."
Well, Ginny, I guess that I'll have to save you. So, care for a game of chess?" Harry said sheepishly. Ginny grinned. 'Wow, she's beautiful,' Harry thought. "After I put my things away, I'll come down and we'll waste the time at chess, before Ron have a go at me. Deal?"
"Deal," Ginny said, her eyes lighting up. Harry Potter wanted to spend time with her. Ginny could have jumped over the railing she was so happy. But she stayed calm and slowly walked down the stairs to Harry, who took keen notice to the way her hips moved when she did.
Ron walked into the room, and no one noticed him until he sat down and peered over the bored. Both Ginny and Harry seemed to be absorbed in the match, but neither of them realized that they stole glances at each other only when they were sure they would not be spotted. Ron started muttering words that sounded a lot like "ridiculous" and "my fault". Harry asked Ron is something was wrong.
"Mum just told me for about the thousandth time that it was my fault Fred and George left Hogwarts. I told you this would happen, didn't I, Harry? Didn't I?
"Yes Ron, you've told both of us that," Ginny said. She then turned back to Harry and watched as his brilliantly green eyes penetrated through her mind, and Ginny felt as though Harry was peering directly into her soul.
"Ginny?" Harry asked with worry. She snapped out of her reverie and realized it was her turn. She chose her move, and then watched as Ron stormed out of the room, with a cough that sounded suspiciously like "Lovers". Ginny blushed crimson while Harry determinedly focused on a particularly smug bishop, which reminded Harry of Percy.
"So, Gin, has Percy decided to apologize yet?"
"Actually, about a week into the summer holidays, he showed up and gave an apology, although half-hearted and it seemed rehearsed. Even so, everyone has forgiven him, well, everyone but Ron. He is still furious with Percy because of a letter he wrote last year. Do you know anything about that?"
"Yeah, actually I do. Last year, Percy wrote Ron and told him that the Ministry was getting more involved in Hogwarts, that he should stay away from me, and that Umbrige was a kind and gentle woman. All of it was rather sickening, if you ask me."
"Wow, Harry! Now I know why Ron was acting strangely. I didn't know Percy was that much of a git. Will you be able to forgive him when he comes for dinner tonight? Oh, I forgot to tell you, the whole family is coming to dinner to welcome you, and make sure that you are alright."
"Oh, I think I'll manage, Percy was only acting on the lies Fudge was feeding him, so I guess it wasn't totally his fault." After that, they just sat in silence, and Harry appreciated how well Ginny accommodated him. She sat serenely on the couch and gave Harry his space when he needed it. She knew that he liked the quiet, and she wasn't going to disturb the man she loved.
'Look at him' Ginny said to herself. 'He's perfect. The way he can sit there and ponder thoughts into nothingness, if only he was thinking about me, as I do all the time. I wish he would notice me, and see how much I care for him.'
Just then, the doorbell rang. Harry looked down at his wristwatch, and saw that it was 2:59. 'Typical Hermione' Harry thought. He told the red- haired angel sitting next to him that he would go let her in. He risked one last look at the innocent young woman and he thought of how nice it would be to spend the rest of his life with her.On the way to the door he remembered how much he missed the time that he and Hermione spent together at school, of the time during fourth year when Ron had abandoned them, and how they had become so close when she had introduced him to books and the Library. He couldn't wait for them to catch up. Harry opened the door, and without even being able to see the threshold, he said a cheery "Lo' Hermione," but his jaw dropped when the door swung fully open. It was Dean Thomas, Harry's former friend, Ginny's boyfriend, the reason Harry couldn't pursue a relationship with her, the bane of Harry's existence. He stood on the stoop and, while Harry was mentally ripping out Dean's soul with his bare hands, said "Oh, hello Harry. Is Ginny home?"
Just then, a short red blur came whizzing past him and put her arms around Dean. Immediately, Harry's heart fell into a dark oblivion.
Harry had absentmindedly walked into the chess table, taking the set down with him. He could hear the pieces in the bag yelling at him for disturbing their rest. He looked back up at Ginny. Harry was awestruck; He had never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. It looked as though in just four short weeks she had grown from being just Ron's kid sister to, well, Ron's quite exquisite sister who didn't seem that much younger anymore. She wore a simple white sundress with yellow flowers, but Harry was amazed at how well she looked in it. She had gone from a petite litter girl to gorgeous young woman. She had filled out nicely, and had womanly curves in all the right places. Harry just wanted to run up those stairs to her and take her in his arms, never to let go again.
"Harry? Are you alright?" asked Ginny, snapping him back into reality, even though he noticed how sweet her voice sounded.
"Yeah Gin, I'm alright. How are you?" Harry asked with a tone that told Ginny he didn't want to be the topic of conversation.
I'm fine, but incredibly bored. Hermione isn't due to arrive until 3 o'clock, and I've got nothing to do until then."
Well, Ginny, I guess that I'll have to save you. So, care for a game of chess?" Harry said sheepishly. Ginny grinned. 'Wow, she's beautiful,' Harry thought. "After I put my things away, I'll come down and we'll waste the time at chess, before Ron have a go at me. Deal?"
"Deal," Ginny said, her eyes lighting up. Harry Potter wanted to spend time with her. Ginny could have jumped over the railing she was so happy. But she stayed calm and slowly walked down the stairs to Harry, who took keen notice to the way her hips moved when she did.
Ron walked into the room, and no one noticed him until he sat down and peered over the bored. Both Ginny and Harry seemed to be absorbed in the match, but neither of them realized that they stole glances at each other only when they were sure they would not be spotted. Ron started muttering words that sounded a lot like "ridiculous" and "my fault". Harry asked Ron is something was wrong.
"Mum just told me for about the thousandth time that it was my fault Fred and George left Hogwarts. I told you this would happen, didn't I, Harry? Didn't I?
"Yes Ron, you've told both of us that," Ginny said. She then turned back to Harry and watched as his brilliantly green eyes penetrated through her mind, and Ginny felt as though Harry was peering directly into her soul.
"Ginny?" Harry asked with worry. She snapped out of her reverie and realized it was her turn. She chose her move, and then watched as Ron stormed out of the room, with a cough that sounded suspiciously like "Lovers". Ginny blushed crimson while Harry determinedly focused on a particularly smug bishop, which reminded Harry of Percy.
"So, Gin, has Percy decided to apologize yet?"
"Actually, about a week into the summer holidays, he showed up and gave an apology, although half-hearted and it seemed rehearsed. Even so, everyone has forgiven him, well, everyone but Ron. He is still furious with Percy because of a letter he wrote last year. Do you know anything about that?"
"Yeah, actually I do. Last year, Percy wrote Ron and told him that the Ministry was getting more involved in Hogwarts, that he should stay away from me, and that Umbrige was a kind and gentle woman. All of it was rather sickening, if you ask me."
"Wow, Harry! Now I know why Ron was acting strangely. I didn't know Percy was that much of a git. Will you be able to forgive him when he comes for dinner tonight? Oh, I forgot to tell you, the whole family is coming to dinner to welcome you, and make sure that you are alright."
"Oh, I think I'll manage, Percy was only acting on the lies Fudge was feeding him, so I guess it wasn't totally his fault." After that, they just sat in silence, and Harry appreciated how well Ginny accommodated him. She sat serenely on the couch and gave Harry his space when he needed it. She knew that he liked the quiet, and she wasn't going to disturb the man she loved.
'Look at him' Ginny said to herself. 'He's perfect. The way he can sit there and ponder thoughts into nothingness, if only he was thinking about me, as I do all the time. I wish he would notice me, and see how much I care for him.'
Just then, the doorbell rang. Harry looked down at his wristwatch, and saw that it was 2:59. 'Typical Hermione' Harry thought. He told the red- haired angel sitting next to him that he would go let her in. He risked one last look at the innocent young woman and he thought of how nice it would be to spend the rest of his life with her.On the way to the door he remembered how much he missed the time that he and Hermione spent together at school, of the time during fourth year when Ron had abandoned them, and how they had become so close when she had introduced him to books and the Library. He couldn't wait for them to catch up. Harry opened the door, and without even being able to see the threshold, he said a cheery "Lo' Hermione," but his jaw dropped when the door swung fully open. It was Dean Thomas, Harry's former friend, Ginny's boyfriend, the reason Harry couldn't pursue a relationship with her, the bane of Harry's existence. He stood on the stoop and, while Harry was mentally ripping out Dean's soul with his bare hands, said "Oh, hello Harry. Is Ginny home?"
Just then, a short red blur came whizzing past him and put her arms around Dean. Immediately, Harry's heart fell into a dark oblivion.