(a/n - the kiss wasn't too detailed. As their relationship progresses, so will my writing... hopefully! Thanks to the two readers who reviewed, I really appreciate it. Everyone else, don't be shy! It only takes a minute to do, but it really means a lot to me. R/R!)
Both Ginny and Harry could read each other's thoughts. Ron could simply turn his head at any moment, and witness his best friend sharing a warm, glorious kiss with his little sister. Harry took Ginny's hand and they both swiftly traveled out of the Great Hall, scuttling along at the speed of a jog while they tried to appear as they were walking. It was quite an odd motion, actually. The portraits on the wall that were awake all turned to stare at this strange couple.
They scrambled in the half jog through dim corridors all the way back to a deserted common room. Their thoughts synchronized, as they both ran over to the fuzzy velvet loveseat facing a lively fireplace. They both sat on it, holding each other's hands, studying the vast color and depth of each other's eyes. Harry slowly began to move his face in towards Ginny, and closed his eyes.
A sharp whimper broke the air.
Harry and Ginny pulled away from each other. They weren't as alone as they thought. The room was dark, but they could make out the silhouette of a familiar figure, crying in the corner. He was sitting on the floor with his head hunched between his knees.
Harry thought he knew who it was, he thought he could tell from the tone of his cry, from his body shape, but he wasn't sure.
"Neville?"
(a/n - short, I know. The next chapter should be emotional. I cried, probably just because I am the author and the message hit me harder. Stay tuned, folks!
Both Ginny and Harry could read each other's thoughts. Ron could simply turn his head at any moment, and witness his best friend sharing a warm, glorious kiss with his little sister. Harry took Ginny's hand and they both swiftly traveled out of the Great Hall, scuttling along at the speed of a jog while they tried to appear as they were walking. It was quite an odd motion, actually. The portraits on the wall that were awake all turned to stare at this strange couple.
They scrambled in the half jog through dim corridors all the way back to a deserted common room. Their thoughts synchronized, as they both ran over to the fuzzy velvet loveseat facing a lively fireplace. They both sat on it, holding each other's hands, studying the vast color and depth of each other's eyes. Harry slowly began to move his face in towards Ginny, and closed his eyes.
A sharp whimper broke the air.
Harry and Ginny pulled away from each other. They weren't as alone as they thought. The room was dark, but they could make out the silhouette of a familiar figure, crying in the corner. He was sitting on the floor with his head hunched between his knees.
Harry thought he knew who it was, he thought he could tell from the tone of his cry, from his body shape, but he wasn't sure.
"Neville?"
(a/n - short, I know. The next chapter should be emotional. I cried, probably just because I am the author and the message hit me harder. Stay tuned, folks!