Authors Note: I know the formatting sucks, when I'm rereading it on
fanfiction.net it confuses me to. When I upload the chapters it does some
weird things, so sorry for the inconvenience. I've taken a bit of a break
because of writers block. And just so you know Harry and exc. are in their
7th year and Ginny and her friends are in their 6th year.
Chapter 3
Harry sat doing his divination homework for Professor Trelawney's class. It had been a few weeks since the whole monthly visit business and Hermione
of course had forgiven Ron and Harry. There of course had been more fights between Ron and Hermione but that wasn't new. Harry sighed, he still had the trouble with Ginny, she and that boy Bobby were so cozy together. And he could never seem to find a chance to talk to her alone. Oh well, he stretched it was late but he didn't feel like he could go to sleep. Restless he went down to the common room thinking it would be empty. And, speak of the devil; Ginny was sitting on a sofa next to the fire reading.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said softly when he had reached the sofa.
She jumped a little, looked up and gave a pleasant smile. "Hello Harry, what are you doing up at this hour?"
"Oh nothing just working on some homework. Mind if I sit down?"
"Of course not," Ginny replied as Harry plopped down next to her.
"So... how's Bobby?" Ginny flushed slightly when he asked.
"Oh, fine." abruptly changing the subject "Have you heard from Sirius lately?"
"Not since the summer, with Voldemort causing trouble it's hard to keep in touch." They both sat in silence, thinking of how easy it was to forget Voldemort when they were under the protection of Dumbledore.
"Ahh... it's sad with all the deaths and what not going on out there. My father say's Voldemort is gaining power again, not as quickly at the first time, but there's no doubt he's gaining." Ginny managed to squeak out, as her throat seemed to crowd with tears.
Harry heard her distress and pulled her into a hug, "There, there, you have nothing to worry about." They both new it was a lie, but for the moment Ginny allowed it to comfort her. But what was a friendly hug gradually became more as she gently pressed closer to Harry. His arms held her tighter and more possessively. She rested her head on his chest, sighing in contentment. They stayed that way for some time, then Harry lightly cupped Ginny's chin and made her look at him. Their faces began to slowly move towards each other, then there lips were but a whisper apart... *thump*, someone must of fallen out of bed but it was enough to bring them back to reality. They quickly parted.
"Um... oh dear I need to get to bed." Ginny jumped off the sofa and quietly scurried up the stairs.
Throwing his head back Harry groaned. "That was close, that would have definitely been a mistake. Wouldn't it?" Slowly standing up he walked up to his own bed where he would not be getting much sleep that night.
****
The next morning Coral was studying Ginny with concern in her eyes. "Hon, I'm sorry. But you look like hell."
"Thanks," Ginny mumbled. She was well aware of the fact that she had dark circles under her eyes, her skin was paler than usual, and she was having a bad hair day. But if you had tossed and turned all night thinking about something amazing that almost happened to you, you'd look like hell to. Soon the mail came, Ginny received a letter from her mother full of tales about her brothers and father. She chuckled, feeling better already. But today one owl came in late. You didn't have to be Professor Trelawney to notice the ominous feel it had to it. Everyone unknowingly had their breath held, and then it landed in front of Coral. Coral put on a brave smile and reached a shaky hand towards the envelope. All the students' eyes were on her. She slowly opened the envelope and read the contents. Corals face contorted to a silent scream, she jumped up and ran out of the room. Ginny grabbed the letter and raced after her. Reading as she ran after Coral she understood the look of horror on Coral's face. The death eaters had two new victims; Coral's mom had been killed while her father had managed to escape with some serious injuries.
The chase ended at the girls' bathroom. When Ginny walked in she heard Coral violently retching in one of the stalls. She grabbed a paper towel and wet it with cold water, then prepared herself as she walked into the stall.
She got behind Coral and pulled her hair from her face and put the paper towel against her forehead as Coral emptied herself into the toilet. When she was done she sucked in breath in loud gasps. Then the sobs began and tears filled in Ginny's eyes as her closest friend expressed her pain. Ginny turned Coral around into her arms and they clung to each other like lifelines.
Professor McGonagall tentatively stepped into the bathroom, her eyes showing her sadness. "Please come with me girls." And Professor McGonagall led them out, the girls still clinging to each other. They took a few secret passages so they would not be seen by to many curious eyes. They stopped at Madam Pomfrey's office, "Ms. Weasley please wait out here while I talk to Ms. Thompson alone."
Ginny sat in one of the chairs outside the office. A few minutes later McGonagall stepped out. "You will be excused from today's and tomorrow morning's classes so you can stay with Ms. Thompson until she leaves."
"Okay." With that McGonagall turned and left. Ginny went in the office and saw Coral laying face down on one of the cots. She pulled up a chair and started to rub Coral's back.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning to go home for the funeral and I'll stay with my father a few days while he recovers." a dull muffled voice came from the pillow.
"I know your hurting, you don't have to try and hold it in. Feel free to cry until you can't anymore."
"Thank you," and then the tears started again. Ginny just sat and kept rubbing her back and listened. When the tears would subside a little, Coral would talk of things they had done as a family, and sometimes they would both just hold each other and cry.
Around lunchtime Coral fell asleep, emotionally exhausted. Ginny wasn't holding up well herself but being a loyal friend she stayed in her chair in case Coral woke up. A light knock on the door had Ginny getting up to open the door. It was a solemn faced Bobby. He had two lunches in his hands, "I thought you might be hungry."
"Thanks," she really didn't want to eat but for Bobby she would give it a try. Bobby pulled up a chair next to hers and they picked at their food and watched Coral sleep. They finally gave up on their food and threw the lunches away.
"Poor kid, I wish I could do something for her," he said sadly, wondering how this would affect the cute bouncy girl that always had a smile on her face.
"No one can do anything that will truly help."
Bobby took her hand and held it gently in his. And they sat that way until he reluctantly left for his next class.
****
It was late, that was all she knew. The rest of the day had been slow, more tears and another visit from Bobby. Madam Pomfrey gave Coral a potion to give her a deep dreamless sleep. Now she was pushing Ginny out of the room saying it was time for her to go to bed. Her legs were so weak she thought that might find her asleep in the hall in the morning. She saw Harry waiting for her outside the door.
"Oh goodness Harry, you shouldn't be out here it's so late."
"I was worried, how are you?"
"Tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally."
They made there way to the first flight of stairs. Warily Ginny started up,
she went four steps before her legs went out on her and she fell backwards.
Luckily Harry was there and caught her, he put his arm around her waist and led her up the stairs. By some miracle they made it and he walked her up to the door of the girls dormitory. "Get some sleep," he advised.
"Goodnight."
She went straight to her bed and she laid down with out even changing her clothes and immediately went to sleep.
****
Authors note: There you go. As always please review.
Chapter 3
Harry sat doing his divination homework for Professor Trelawney's class. It had been a few weeks since the whole monthly visit business and Hermione
of course had forgiven Ron and Harry. There of course had been more fights between Ron and Hermione but that wasn't new. Harry sighed, he still had the trouble with Ginny, she and that boy Bobby were so cozy together. And he could never seem to find a chance to talk to her alone. Oh well, he stretched it was late but he didn't feel like he could go to sleep. Restless he went down to the common room thinking it would be empty. And, speak of the devil; Ginny was sitting on a sofa next to the fire reading.
"Hello Ginny," Harry said softly when he had reached the sofa.
She jumped a little, looked up and gave a pleasant smile. "Hello Harry, what are you doing up at this hour?"
"Oh nothing just working on some homework. Mind if I sit down?"
"Of course not," Ginny replied as Harry plopped down next to her.
"So... how's Bobby?" Ginny flushed slightly when he asked.
"Oh, fine." abruptly changing the subject "Have you heard from Sirius lately?"
"Not since the summer, with Voldemort causing trouble it's hard to keep in touch." They both sat in silence, thinking of how easy it was to forget Voldemort when they were under the protection of Dumbledore.
"Ahh... it's sad with all the deaths and what not going on out there. My father say's Voldemort is gaining power again, not as quickly at the first time, but there's no doubt he's gaining." Ginny managed to squeak out, as her throat seemed to crowd with tears.
Harry heard her distress and pulled her into a hug, "There, there, you have nothing to worry about." They both new it was a lie, but for the moment Ginny allowed it to comfort her. But what was a friendly hug gradually became more as she gently pressed closer to Harry. His arms held her tighter and more possessively. She rested her head on his chest, sighing in contentment. They stayed that way for some time, then Harry lightly cupped Ginny's chin and made her look at him. Their faces began to slowly move towards each other, then there lips were but a whisper apart... *thump*, someone must of fallen out of bed but it was enough to bring them back to reality. They quickly parted.
"Um... oh dear I need to get to bed." Ginny jumped off the sofa and quietly scurried up the stairs.
Throwing his head back Harry groaned. "That was close, that would have definitely been a mistake. Wouldn't it?" Slowly standing up he walked up to his own bed where he would not be getting much sleep that night.
****
The next morning Coral was studying Ginny with concern in her eyes. "Hon, I'm sorry. But you look like hell."
"Thanks," Ginny mumbled. She was well aware of the fact that she had dark circles under her eyes, her skin was paler than usual, and she was having a bad hair day. But if you had tossed and turned all night thinking about something amazing that almost happened to you, you'd look like hell to. Soon the mail came, Ginny received a letter from her mother full of tales about her brothers and father. She chuckled, feeling better already. But today one owl came in late. You didn't have to be Professor Trelawney to notice the ominous feel it had to it. Everyone unknowingly had their breath held, and then it landed in front of Coral. Coral put on a brave smile and reached a shaky hand towards the envelope. All the students' eyes were on her. She slowly opened the envelope and read the contents. Corals face contorted to a silent scream, she jumped up and ran out of the room. Ginny grabbed the letter and raced after her. Reading as she ran after Coral she understood the look of horror on Coral's face. The death eaters had two new victims; Coral's mom had been killed while her father had managed to escape with some serious injuries.
The chase ended at the girls' bathroom. When Ginny walked in she heard Coral violently retching in one of the stalls. She grabbed a paper towel and wet it with cold water, then prepared herself as she walked into the stall.
She got behind Coral and pulled her hair from her face and put the paper towel against her forehead as Coral emptied herself into the toilet. When she was done she sucked in breath in loud gasps. Then the sobs began and tears filled in Ginny's eyes as her closest friend expressed her pain. Ginny turned Coral around into her arms and they clung to each other like lifelines.
Professor McGonagall tentatively stepped into the bathroom, her eyes showing her sadness. "Please come with me girls." And Professor McGonagall led them out, the girls still clinging to each other. They took a few secret passages so they would not be seen by to many curious eyes. They stopped at Madam Pomfrey's office, "Ms. Weasley please wait out here while I talk to Ms. Thompson alone."
Ginny sat in one of the chairs outside the office. A few minutes later McGonagall stepped out. "You will be excused from today's and tomorrow morning's classes so you can stay with Ms. Thompson until she leaves."
"Okay." With that McGonagall turned and left. Ginny went in the office and saw Coral laying face down on one of the cots. She pulled up a chair and started to rub Coral's back.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning to go home for the funeral and I'll stay with my father a few days while he recovers." a dull muffled voice came from the pillow.
"I know your hurting, you don't have to try and hold it in. Feel free to cry until you can't anymore."
"Thank you," and then the tears started again. Ginny just sat and kept rubbing her back and listened. When the tears would subside a little, Coral would talk of things they had done as a family, and sometimes they would both just hold each other and cry.
Around lunchtime Coral fell asleep, emotionally exhausted. Ginny wasn't holding up well herself but being a loyal friend she stayed in her chair in case Coral woke up. A light knock on the door had Ginny getting up to open the door. It was a solemn faced Bobby. He had two lunches in his hands, "I thought you might be hungry."
"Thanks," she really didn't want to eat but for Bobby she would give it a try. Bobby pulled up a chair next to hers and they picked at their food and watched Coral sleep. They finally gave up on their food and threw the lunches away.
"Poor kid, I wish I could do something for her," he said sadly, wondering how this would affect the cute bouncy girl that always had a smile on her face.
"No one can do anything that will truly help."
Bobby took her hand and held it gently in his. And they sat that way until he reluctantly left for his next class.
****
It was late, that was all she knew. The rest of the day had been slow, more tears and another visit from Bobby. Madam Pomfrey gave Coral a potion to give her a deep dreamless sleep. Now she was pushing Ginny out of the room saying it was time for her to go to bed. Her legs were so weak she thought that might find her asleep in the hall in the morning. She saw Harry waiting for her outside the door.
"Oh goodness Harry, you shouldn't be out here it's so late."
"I was worried, how are you?"
"Tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally."
They made there way to the first flight of stairs. Warily Ginny started up,
she went four steps before her legs went out on her and she fell backwards.
Luckily Harry was there and caught her, he put his arm around her waist and led her up the stairs. By some miracle they made it and he walked her up to the door of the girls dormitory. "Get some sleep," he advised.
"Goodnight."
She went straight to her bed and she laid down with out even changing her clothes and immediately went to sleep.
****
Authors note: There you go. As always please review.