All You Wanted
Chapter 4: Night Time Walks
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
'Maybe,' Harry thought, 'I could ask Ginny.' He wondered if she had ever gotten over her crush on him. She would no longer blush in his presence, and they had great talks. Ginny wasn't like the other girls he knew. Girls like Parvati and Lavander who only cared about makeup, hair, and who's dating who. Hermione was nice, but she always had her nose in a book, and was just his friend. He kept asking himself, 'Is that what Ginny is to me? A friend.'
"Harry! Harry! Snap out of it," He heard Ron saying.
"Hm?" Harry finally did snap out of his thoughts.
"Thinking about the ball, huh?" Ron asked.
"Er- yeah," Harry admitted.
"I think, I'm going to ask Lavander Brown," Ron said.
Harry's eyes widened, "Lavander? I thought you liked Hermione?"
"Harry, just lay off it. I don't fancy Hermione anymore than you fancy Neville Longbottom. Besides, haven't you heard about Lavendar?" Ron asked with a wicked grin.
"What do you mean by that?"
"From Dean. And Seamus. And just about every guy that got their turn with Lavander," Ron exclaimed.
"You're basing your date to the Ball, on which girl has the worst reputation?" Harry asked.
"When you put it like that, Harry, it doesn't sound that good."
"Just ask Hermione," Harry said, as he went down the Common Room.
"And just ask Ginny!" Ron called to him.
'Just ask Ginny.' Ron's words rang through Harry's head. He wants Harry to ask his sister. One of the reasons Harry had been so reluctant to ask Ginny was because he was afraid of Ron's reaction. Ginny was the only girl in the family of boys. All of her older brothers were so protective of their baby sister. But, the way Ron kept badgering him to ask Ginny, it seemed that Ron didn't mind if Harry asked him.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione greeted him, as she sat down next to him. Classes had ended, and the Common Room was packed. There were sounds of Wizard Chess, Exploding Snap, and other games. Most of the talk, however was about the Ball.
"Hi Hermione. What do you say we go for a walk? I can hardly think straight with this crowd," Harry said, gesturing around the Common Room.
Hermione nodded, "Alright, but should you bring your Invisbility Cloak? It's getting late."
"We have time. Let's just walk around the castle for awhile, until the Common Room clears out. I'm getting a headache."
Harry and Hermione left the Common Room. The first thing Hermione asked him was, "Do you know who you're going to ask to the Ball yet?"
Harry sighed, "Please, Hermione. For the love of Quidditch, enough with the damn Ball. All I have been hearing about is this Ball. Maybe I'll just skip it all together."
"I'm sorry to bring it up in the first place. But Harry, you can't just skip it. Remember the Yule Ball? Everyone was talking about it for weeks afterwards. There is no way you can skip it."
Harry shrugged and didn't answer. The two walked along in silence.
"Peeves, you get back here this instant!" It was the caretaker of Hogwarts, Filch. Peeves was trying to stir up trouble again.
"In here," Harry said, pulling Hermione into a small corner. It was a tight squeeze, but the two fit into together somehow.
"What's this?" Hermione whispered.
Harry shrugged and whispered back, "With all the late night creeping around I do I've managed to find a few hiding places."
Ginny sighed as she walked aimlessly around Hogwarts. She had been walking for almost two hours, and not accomplishing anything. She could be doing her Potions homework, or practicing for her Charms exam. Instead she was wasting her time, roaming around the school.
It was late, almost eleven, and most students were sleeping or in their Common Rooms. She hadn't run into a single student, other than Neville Longbottom.
When she met up with him, he looked quite upset, "Have you seen, a Potions book around?"
She shook her head, "Did you lose it again?" Neville had lost his Potions book twice before, and each time recieved a detention from Snape.
"Yeah, I bloody can't believe it! This is the third time now. Snape hates me enough as it is."
"Well, maybe you could try a Summoning Charm," Ginny suggested.
"I tried that, but it was hopeless. I near failed Charms in Fourth Year when we learn Summoning Charms," Neville told her.
Ginny sighed and said, "Accio, Neville's Potion book!" She held out her hand, and hoped for the best. Even though it was only Neville, she would still feel dumb if the Charm didn't work.
Within thirty seconds, however, they saw Neville's Potion book flying towards them.
"Wow, thanks Ginny. Hey about the Ball do you-" Neville began but was interuppted by Filch.
"Peeves! Damn it Peeves you leave that alone."
As much as Ginny hated Peeves and Filch, she was glad to be saved. Neville was going to ask her to the ball.
"We better get going, Filch would have a fit if he saw us up, and Peeves probably still has his water balloon supply handy," Ginny said. Neville began to walk back to the Common Room, but Ginny turned away.
"Aren't you going to come?" He asked.
"I, um, I have to get something," She lied.
"Well, I could go with you," Neville offered.
"No!" she said quickly, "I mean, thanks but no. I need to do some thinking. Goodnight Neville."
She turned away and hurried down the corridor. 'That was close,' she thought. What would happen if Neville did get a chance to ask her to the Ball? She had already turned down Colin, a good friend of her's. She very well didn' want to have to turn down every guy until Harry asked her. If Harry even asked her at all.
She continued to walk straight but suddenly heard two voices. She peered around the corner trying to see who it was.
"No Harry! Shh!"
It was Hermione whispering to Harry, and giggling. They were both laughing actually. They looked like they were having fun. Alot of fun.
'She doesn't fancy Harry. They're just friends,' Ginny reminded herself. But at the same time, she couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Harry and Hermione were in a small corner, so close it looked like they were cuddling or something. 'Snogging,' Ginny thought enviously, 'That's what they look like they're doing.' They were whispering and giggling just like Harry and Ginny had that morning at breakfast. When Ron had accused her of trying to seduce Harry.
'She doesn't want to help me. She wants Harry for herself.' Ginny turned on her heal, running all the way back to Gryffindor, tears brimming in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.
Chapter 4: Night Time Walks
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
'Maybe,' Harry thought, 'I could ask Ginny.' He wondered if she had ever gotten over her crush on him. She would no longer blush in his presence, and they had great talks. Ginny wasn't like the other girls he knew. Girls like Parvati and Lavander who only cared about makeup, hair, and who's dating who. Hermione was nice, but she always had her nose in a book, and was just his friend. He kept asking himself, 'Is that what Ginny is to me? A friend.'
"Harry! Harry! Snap out of it," He heard Ron saying.
"Hm?" Harry finally did snap out of his thoughts.
"Thinking about the ball, huh?" Ron asked.
"Er- yeah," Harry admitted.
"I think, I'm going to ask Lavander Brown," Ron said.
Harry's eyes widened, "Lavander? I thought you liked Hermione?"
"Harry, just lay off it. I don't fancy Hermione anymore than you fancy Neville Longbottom. Besides, haven't you heard about Lavendar?" Ron asked with a wicked grin.
"What do you mean by that?"
"From Dean. And Seamus. And just about every guy that got their turn with Lavander," Ron exclaimed.
"You're basing your date to the Ball, on which girl has the worst reputation?" Harry asked.
"When you put it like that, Harry, it doesn't sound that good."
"Just ask Hermione," Harry said, as he went down the Common Room.
"And just ask Ginny!" Ron called to him.
'Just ask Ginny.' Ron's words rang through Harry's head. He wants Harry to ask his sister. One of the reasons Harry had been so reluctant to ask Ginny was because he was afraid of Ron's reaction. Ginny was the only girl in the family of boys. All of her older brothers were so protective of their baby sister. But, the way Ron kept badgering him to ask Ginny, it seemed that Ron didn't mind if Harry asked him.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione greeted him, as she sat down next to him. Classes had ended, and the Common Room was packed. There were sounds of Wizard Chess, Exploding Snap, and other games. Most of the talk, however was about the Ball.
"Hi Hermione. What do you say we go for a walk? I can hardly think straight with this crowd," Harry said, gesturing around the Common Room.
Hermione nodded, "Alright, but should you bring your Invisbility Cloak? It's getting late."
"We have time. Let's just walk around the castle for awhile, until the Common Room clears out. I'm getting a headache."
Harry and Hermione left the Common Room. The first thing Hermione asked him was, "Do you know who you're going to ask to the Ball yet?"
Harry sighed, "Please, Hermione. For the love of Quidditch, enough with the damn Ball. All I have been hearing about is this Ball. Maybe I'll just skip it all together."
"I'm sorry to bring it up in the first place. But Harry, you can't just skip it. Remember the Yule Ball? Everyone was talking about it for weeks afterwards. There is no way you can skip it."
Harry shrugged and didn't answer. The two walked along in silence.
"Peeves, you get back here this instant!" It was the caretaker of Hogwarts, Filch. Peeves was trying to stir up trouble again.
"In here," Harry said, pulling Hermione into a small corner. It was a tight squeeze, but the two fit into together somehow.
"What's this?" Hermione whispered.
Harry shrugged and whispered back, "With all the late night creeping around I do I've managed to find a few hiding places."
Ginny sighed as she walked aimlessly around Hogwarts. She had been walking for almost two hours, and not accomplishing anything. She could be doing her Potions homework, or practicing for her Charms exam. Instead she was wasting her time, roaming around the school.
It was late, almost eleven, and most students were sleeping or in their Common Rooms. She hadn't run into a single student, other than Neville Longbottom.
When she met up with him, he looked quite upset, "Have you seen, a Potions book around?"
She shook her head, "Did you lose it again?" Neville had lost his Potions book twice before, and each time recieved a detention from Snape.
"Yeah, I bloody can't believe it! This is the third time now. Snape hates me enough as it is."
"Well, maybe you could try a Summoning Charm," Ginny suggested.
"I tried that, but it was hopeless. I near failed Charms in Fourth Year when we learn Summoning Charms," Neville told her.
Ginny sighed and said, "Accio, Neville's Potion book!" She held out her hand, and hoped for the best. Even though it was only Neville, she would still feel dumb if the Charm didn't work.
Within thirty seconds, however, they saw Neville's Potion book flying towards them.
"Wow, thanks Ginny. Hey about the Ball do you-" Neville began but was interuppted by Filch.
"Peeves! Damn it Peeves you leave that alone."
As much as Ginny hated Peeves and Filch, she was glad to be saved. Neville was going to ask her to the ball.
"We better get going, Filch would have a fit if he saw us up, and Peeves probably still has his water balloon supply handy," Ginny said. Neville began to walk back to the Common Room, but Ginny turned away.
"Aren't you going to come?" He asked.
"I, um, I have to get something," She lied.
"Well, I could go with you," Neville offered.
"No!" she said quickly, "I mean, thanks but no. I need to do some thinking. Goodnight Neville."
She turned away and hurried down the corridor. 'That was close,' she thought. What would happen if Neville did get a chance to ask her to the Ball? She had already turned down Colin, a good friend of her's. She very well didn' want to have to turn down every guy until Harry asked her. If Harry even asked her at all.
She continued to walk straight but suddenly heard two voices. She peered around the corner trying to see who it was.
"No Harry! Shh!"
It was Hermione whispering to Harry, and giggling. They were both laughing actually. They looked like they were having fun. Alot of fun.
'She doesn't fancy Harry. They're just friends,' Ginny reminded herself. But at the same time, she couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Harry and Hermione were in a small corner, so close it looked like they were cuddling or something. 'Snogging,' Ginny thought enviously, 'That's what they look like they're doing.' They were whispering and giggling just like Harry and Ginny had that morning at breakfast. When Ron had accused her of trying to seduce Harry.
'She doesn't want to help me. She wants Harry for herself.' Ginny turned on her heal, running all the way back to Gryffindor, tears brimming in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.