Summary: Harry changes his life when he finds a purse. Or, do the Fates
change it for him?
Disclaimer: I own no part of Harry Potter or Greek Mythology. I just own the plot. (*And hopefully, one day, Tom Felton's heart.*)
A/N: I checked the reviews from my other story, and it seems that A LOT of people hate my French. I am in the process of flunking that class, but oh well. C'est la vie. That's right right? Anyway, I have taken those reviews to heart, and I will be nice and not put any of my so called "atrocious" French in this story. Read up! I also couldn't resist adding a bit of A Series of Unfortunate Events in this story. If you don't know what that is, you're missing out. Fantasy is cool my friends, but so is satire. The books are written by Lemony Snicket. You should check 'em out they're really cool.
Chapter 9: Aphrodite
If you've ever been in trouble, you know that it does not feel good. Sometimes you can't imagine what you did to get into trouble, even if you did happen to know what you did. And even if you know what you did, you still can't imagine getting into trouble for it. That was how Harry felt.
He was nettled.
Beyond nettled.
He was irked.
Beyond irked! (*Words which here mean "pestered that he had to serve a stupid detention because of Draco Malfoy."*)
He was thinking of a million other synonyms for annoyed when he reached the classroom door. Then he heard a voice.
"Professor Snape, I'm here for my detention." The ever so sweet voice said.
"Perfect. Potter do you mind gracing us with your presence? Eavesdropping is a ever so bothersome habit."
Harry entered and saw Ginny standing at Snape's desk. She had a pleasantly surprised look on her face. Harry thought it became her quite well.
"You two will organize this stack of potions." Snape said with his face contorted in disgust. He saw the googly eyes Harry was making at Ginny and thought it was comical and sickening all in one.
"Please sir, organize it how?" Ginny asked turning from Harry to Snape.
"Alphabetically." Snape answered as he left the room.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other then laughed.
"What did you do?" Harry asked.
"I accidentally spilled 'rare' African Rainbow Lizard scales." Ginny said as she sat her stuff down.
"That's all? I punched Malfoy in the face." Harry laughed.
Uh-oh.
"You what?!" Ginny yelled. In all the years Harry had known her, he had never seen her this angry.
"I-I-he started it!" Harry exclaimed regaining himself. He wasn't scared of Ginny. (*Gulp*) Right?
"How?" Ginny asked crossing her arms over her chest and arching a brow. If the circumstances weren't so dire, Harry would've thought she looked sexy in this interrogation stance. Actually, even in the circumstances he thought she was sexy.
"Well," Harry decided that he should come clean entirely. This was the time. They were alone, it was quiet-
"Well?" Ginny retorted.
"Okay." Harry took a deep breath. "Okay here goes. The other day I found your purse. And being Harry Potter, I looked in it. And I loved everything in it. I sort of, fell in love. With the purse.
Then I realized that a girl had to have owned the purse. So I tried to find her. When I did, I fell in love at first sight. I saw, I saw you Ginny."
Ginny was speechless. She tried to make her mouth work but no sound came out. Changing the subject seemed to awaken her voice. Yes, changing the subject indeed.
"Let's serve the detention shall we?" She turned away from Harry and took a deep breath.
Harry was crushed.
Beyond crushed.
He was crestfallen.
Beyond Crestfallen!
The minutes of the detention went by agonizingly slow. Near the end, Harry felt a presence behind him. He spun to face Ginny.
"Hi." She said breathlessly.
"Hi." He responded softly. "Look I-." Harry was cut off by Ginny's lips touching his softly. It lasted a fraction of a second, but to Harry it was the best fraction of a second of his life.
"Hermione helped me plan it." Ginny giggled. "It's supposed to be a 'resolution.'"
Plan? (*gasp*) Oh! The notebook!
"GinnywouldyouliketocometoHogsmeadewithme?" Harry mumbled.
"I'm not sure I caught that."
Harry looked for something to focus on in the room other than Ginny's face which made him weaker every second that he stared at it.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" he asked.
"Harry Potter, I would love to." Ginny said.
Little did they know, peeping eyes and ears were outside. Draco had waited two hours for this?
Hell no!
Draco had meant what he said.
This definitely meant war.
"All is fair." He mumbled angrily walking away.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Harry Potter or Greek Mythology. I just own the plot. (*And hopefully, one day, Tom Felton's heart.*)
A/N: I checked the reviews from my other story, and it seems that A LOT of people hate my French. I am in the process of flunking that class, but oh well. C'est la vie. That's right right? Anyway, I have taken those reviews to heart, and I will be nice and not put any of my so called "atrocious" French in this story. Read up! I also couldn't resist adding a bit of A Series of Unfortunate Events in this story. If you don't know what that is, you're missing out. Fantasy is cool my friends, but so is satire. The books are written by Lemony Snicket. You should check 'em out they're really cool.
Chapter 9: Aphrodite
If you've ever been in trouble, you know that it does not feel good. Sometimes you can't imagine what you did to get into trouble, even if you did happen to know what you did. And even if you know what you did, you still can't imagine getting into trouble for it. That was how Harry felt.
He was nettled.
Beyond nettled.
He was irked.
Beyond irked! (*Words which here mean "pestered that he had to serve a stupid detention because of Draco Malfoy."*)
He was thinking of a million other synonyms for annoyed when he reached the classroom door. Then he heard a voice.
"Professor Snape, I'm here for my detention." The ever so sweet voice said.
"Perfect. Potter do you mind gracing us with your presence? Eavesdropping is a ever so bothersome habit."
Harry entered and saw Ginny standing at Snape's desk. She had a pleasantly surprised look on her face. Harry thought it became her quite well.
"You two will organize this stack of potions." Snape said with his face contorted in disgust. He saw the googly eyes Harry was making at Ginny and thought it was comical and sickening all in one.
"Please sir, organize it how?" Ginny asked turning from Harry to Snape.
"Alphabetically." Snape answered as he left the room.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other then laughed.
"What did you do?" Harry asked.
"I accidentally spilled 'rare' African Rainbow Lizard scales." Ginny said as she sat her stuff down.
"That's all? I punched Malfoy in the face." Harry laughed.
Uh-oh.
"You what?!" Ginny yelled. In all the years Harry had known her, he had never seen her this angry.
"I-I-he started it!" Harry exclaimed regaining himself. He wasn't scared of Ginny. (*Gulp*) Right?
"How?" Ginny asked crossing her arms over her chest and arching a brow. If the circumstances weren't so dire, Harry would've thought she looked sexy in this interrogation stance. Actually, even in the circumstances he thought she was sexy.
"Well," Harry decided that he should come clean entirely. This was the time. They were alone, it was quiet-
"Well?" Ginny retorted.
"Okay." Harry took a deep breath. "Okay here goes. The other day I found your purse. And being Harry Potter, I looked in it. And I loved everything in it. I sort of, fell in love. With the purse.
Then I realized that a girl had to have owned the purse. So I tried to find her. When I did, I fell in love at first sight. I saw, I saw you Ginny."
Ginny was speechless. She tried to make her mouth work but no sound came out. Changing the subject seemed to awaken her voice. Yes, changing the subject indeed.
"Let's serve the detention shall we?" She turned away from Harry and took a deep breath.
Harry was crushed.
Beyond crushed.
He was crestfallen.
Beyond Crestfallen!
The minutes of the detention went by agonizingly slow. Near the end, Harry felt a presence behind him. He spun to face Ginny.
"Hi." She said breathlessly.
"Hi." He responded softly. "Look I-." Harry was cut off by Ginny's lips touching his softly. It lasted a fraction of a second, but to Harry it was the best fraction of a second of his life.
"Hermione helped me plan it." Ginny giggled. "It's supposed to be a 'resolution.'"
Plan? (*gasp*) Oh! The notebook!
"GinnywouldyouliketocometoHogsmeadewithme?" Harry mumbled.
"I'm not sure I caught that."
Harry looked for something to focus on in the room other than Ginny's face which made him weaker every second that he stared at it.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" he asked.
"Harry Potter, I would love to." Ginny said.
Little did they know, peeping eyes and ears were outside. Draco had waited two hours for this?
Hell no!
Draco had meant what he said.
This definitely meant war.
"All is fair." He mumbled angrily walking away.