All You Wanted
Chapter 3: His Best Friend's Baby Sister
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters, or the Michelle Branch song. I do however own the plot.
Author's Note: While not my first fanfic, it is my first Harry Potter based fanfic, so please review.
"If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares" - All You Wanted, Michelle Branch
"Ginny, I was wondering..." He was almost blushing and looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"Yeah?" she asked, thinking 'Oh my god, he's going to ask me to the ball!"
"I know the types of feelings you have me, and I want you to know I feel the same way. I want you to be my date to the ball Ginny. And please, don't say no because I don't think I could take anyone else. You're the one for me."
"Miss. Weasley, tell me, what is the only potion that can banish a Sheilding Curse?"
Ginny looked up to see Professor Snape standing above. She had been so lost in thought she had barely heard a word Snape said. Now he was going to take points from Gryffindor, or worse give her detention.
"Um, there is none?" she asked, taking a completely wild guess.
Snape scowled, "Are you asking me or telling me?"
"Telling you, sir."
"Lucky guess," he muttered still scowling, and then continued on with his lesson.
"Any other teacher would award Gryffindor with points," Colin Creevy whispered and she nodded in agreement.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I would advise you not to talk in my class Mr. Creevy. Next time detention. Now take out your books and opent o page 105."
Ginny pulled out her book, and tried to recall her daydream but it was already gone. It was just like Snape to interuppt a great fantasy. She couldn't wait until Potions was over, she could see Harry again.
'See Harry again? Are you crazy?' she asked herself. 'I must sound like Lavander Brown, obsessing over a boy.' Lavander was a year older than her, and she often heard her talking about different boyfriends. She had a new one each week. Ginny only could wish she could get one. But she was picky. She wanted a certain green-eyed boy with messy hair and glasses.
"Won't those girls stop talking about the bloody ball!" Ron complained. The trio was in Transfiguration, but with all the excitement with the upcoming ball Professor McGonagall had ended ten minutes early.
"Ron, you're just nervous because you can't ask a girl to go with you," Hermione said.
"As I said, Mione, I could get any girl to go with me," he told her.
"Yeah right. If I remember correctly, it was only two years ago that you came running to me at the last minute because you couldn't find a date to the Yule Ball. It was Harry who actually got you to go with Padma," Hermione retorted.
"That was all the way back in Fourth Year. I'm a man now."
Hermione began to laugh hysterically, "A man. A man, Ron? Oh my god, Ron you are now a man. You can get any girl to go with you!"
Harry sat lost in his own world. Ron and Hermione didn't seem to notice how quiet he was. 'Too busy arguing as usual,' he thought. Everyone was so uptight about the dance. He knew Ron was just as nervous as he was about asking a girl to the ball. When the Yule Ball had taken place, both had been turned down by their dreams girls before getting stuck with Parvati and Padma. On their way to Transfiguration, they had both made an agreement to get great dates this time.
"You know Harry," Ron had said, "I reckon we can get beautiful girls to go with us. We just need to ask early enough, so they don't already have a date and work our charm."
Harry had nodded in agreement and said, "This year, this ball will be different. This time we will not get rejected. We'll go with the girls we want to go with."
So, they had agreed that neither would chicken out, and just ask who they wanted to. It was a simple agreement, but so much more complicated than that. first of all, Harry was confused about his feelings for Ginny. He had told Ron they were just friends, nothing more. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel an attraction to her. 'She's beautiful, and sweet but she is your best friend's little sister,' he kept reminding himself.
Walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room, the 5th years began to complain about Snape.
"Honestly, he's a nightmare! He only favors the Slytherins, because he's head of their house," Colin said.
"Yeah, and because most of the Slytherins are evil like he is," Ginny added.
"Ginny you should've seen his face then you got the answer correct! He was so angry. He had been already to give you detention for not paying attention, and then you get the answer right," Amber Soutsky told her.
"Well, it was a lucky guess," Ginny said.
"What were you thinking about Ginny? The Ball?" Amber asked.
"I think every girl has been thinking about that stupid Ball all day," Henry Cappe grumbled.
"You guys are just afraid to ask the girls," Ginny said.
"You got that right," Amber agreed laughing, "They obviously don't have what it takes to ask a girl. None of them do."
They reached the Gryffindor Common Room and gave the Fat Lady the password ("Sugar Quills"). Ginny went to go sit down and work out her Potions homework.
Colin followed her to the table and asked, "Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all. You can even have the honor of giving me the answers to the Potions homework," Ginny giggled.
"Can I have the honor of taking you to the Ball?" Colin asked.
Ginny looked up from her homework. She had never expected Colin Creevy to ask her to the Ball. It's not that she didn't like him. He was a nice boy, she had been friends with him since First Year. But she never thought of him in that way. And now, he just asked this question to her, like it was no big deal at all. Like he was asking her how the weather was. She hadn't even had any time to think about what she would do if anyone other than Harry asked her. It's not that she was expecting Harry to ask her to the Ball. She knew better than that. Harry Potter was...well, Harry Potter. He was famous. He was a Sixth Year. And all she was to him was his best friend's baby sister.
"Well, um Colin, thanks for asking but can I..er, can I get back to you?" Ginny rushed her words, not looking him the face. With one swift motion she picked up her books and ran up to the Girl's Dormitory.
'I am so stupid,' Ginny thought, as she flung herself onto her bed. Colin was a nice boy, she probably hurt his feelings. And it was a bad choice on her part, as well. 'Who am I kidding? Harry is never going to ask me?' Once word got around to all the Gryffindors about how horribly Ginny turned Colin down no one would ask her. 'Maybe I should just go with Neville again,' she thought. 'It's not like Harry Potter would ask me.'
Chapter 3: His Best Friend's Baby Sister
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters, or the Michelle Branch song. I do however own the plot.
Author's Note: While not my first fanfic, it is my first Harry Potter based fanfic, so please review.
"If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares" - All You Wanted, Michelle Branch
"Ginny, I was wondering..." He was almost blushing and looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"Yeah?" she asked, thinking 'Oh my god, he's going to ask me to the ball!"
"I know the types of feelings you have me, and I want you to know I feel the same way. I want you to be my date to the ball Ginny. And please, don't say no because I don't think I could take anyone else. You're the one for me."
"Miss. Weasley, tell me, what is the only potion that can banish a Sheilding Curse?"
Ginny looked up to see Professor Snape standing above. She had been so lost in thought she had barely heard a word Snape said. Now he was going to take points from Gryffindor, or worse give her detention.
"Um, there is none?" she asked, taking a completely wild guess.
Snape scowled, "Are you asking me or telling me?"
"Telling you, sir."
"Lucky guess," he muttered still scowling, and then continued on with his lesson.
"Any other teacher would award Gryffindor with points," Colin Creevy whispered and she nodded in agreement.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I would advise you not to talk in my class Mr. Creevy. Next time detention. Now take out your books and opent o page 105."
Ginny pulled out her book, and tried to recall her daydream but it was already gone. It was just like Snape to interuppt a great fantasy. She couldn't wait until Potions was over, she could see Harry again.
'See Harry again? Are you crazy?' she asked herself. 'I must sound like Lavander Brown, obsessing over a boy.' Lavander was a year older than her, and she often heard her talking about different boyfriends. She had a new one each week. Ginny only could wish she could get one. But she was picky. She wanted a certain green-eyed boy with messy hair and glasses.
"Won't those girls stop talking about the bloody ball!" Ron complained. The trio was in Transfiguration, but with all the excitement with the upcoming ball Professor McGonagall had ended ten minutes early.
"Ron, you're just nervous because you can't ask a girl to go with you," Hermione said.
"As I said, Mione, I could get any girl to go with me," he told her.
"Yeah right. If I remember correctly, it was only two years ago that you came running to me at the last minute because you couldn't find a date to the Yule Ball. It was Harry who actually got you to go with Padma," Hermione retorted.
"That was all the way back in Fourth Year. I'm a man now."
Hermione began to laugh hysterically, "A man. A man, Ron? Oh my god, Ron you are now a man. You can get any girl to go with you!"
Harry sat lost in his own world. Ron and Hermione didn't seem to notice how quiet he was. 'Too busy arguing as usual,' he thought. Everyone was so uptight about the dance. He knew Ron was just as nervous as he was about asking a girl to the ball. When the Yule Ball had taken place, both had been turned down by their dreams girls before getting stuck with Parvati and Padma. On their way to Transfiguration, they had both made an agreement to get great dates this time.
"You know Harry," Ron had said, "I reckon we can get beautiful girls to go with us. We just need to ask early enough, so they don't already have a date and work our charm."
Harry had nodded in agreement and said, "This year, this ball will be different. This time we will not get rejected. We'll go with the girls we want to go with."
So, they had agreed that neither would chicken out, and just ask who they wanted to. It was a simple agreement, but so much more complicated than that. first of all, Harry was confused about his feelings for Ginny. He had told Ron they were just friends, nothing more. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel an attraction to her. 'She's beautiful, and sweet but she is your best friend's little sister,' he kept reminding himself.
Walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room, the 5th years began to complain about Snape.
"Honestly, he's a nightmare! He only favors the Slytherins, because he's head of their house," Colin said.
"Yeah, and because most of the Slytherins are evil like he is," Ginny added.
"Ginny you should've seen his face then you got the answer correct! He was so angry. He had been already to give you detention for not paying attention, and then you get the answer right," Amber Soutsky told her.
"Well, it was a lucky guess," Ginny said.
"What were you thinking about Ginny? The Ball?" Amber asked.
"I think every girl has been thinking about that stupid Ball all day," Henry Cappe grumbled.
"You guys are just afraid to ask the girls," Ginny said.
"You got that right," Amber agreed laughing, "They obviously don't have what it takes to ask a girl. None of them do."
They reached the Gryffindor Common Room and gave the Fat Lady the password ("Sugar Quills"). Ginny went to go sit down and work out her Potions homework.
Colin followed her to the table and asked, "Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all. You can even have the honor of giving me the answers to the Potions homework," Ginny giggled.
"Can I have the honor of taking you to the Ball?" Colin asked.
Ginny looked up from her homework. She had never expected Colin Creevy to ask her to the Ball. It's not that she didn't like him. He was a nice boy, she had been friends with him since First Year. But she never thought of him in that way. And now, he just asked this question to her, like it was no big deal at all. Like he was asking her how the weather was. She hadn't even had any time to think about what she would do if anyone other than Harry asked her. It's not that she was expecting Harry to ask her to the Ball. She knew better than that. Harry Potter was...well, Harry Potter. He was famous. He was a Sixth Year. And all she was to him was his best friend's baby sister.
"Well, um Colin, thanks for asking but can I..er, can I get back to you?" Ginny rushed her words, not looking him the face. With one swift motion she picked up her books and ran up to the Girl's Dormitory.
'I am so stupid,' Ginny thought, as she flung herself onto her bed. Colin was a nice boy, she probably hurt his feelings. And it was a bad choice on her part, as well. 'Who am I kidding? Harry is never going to ask me?' Once word got around to all the Gryffindors about how horribly Ginny turned Colin down no one would ask her. 'Maybe I should just go with Neville again,' she thought. 'It's not like Harry Potter would ask me.'