Hermione sat in the library, huddled over a small scrapbook that she had strung together of the old times. Tears slid down her face and splashed onto the paper, causing the little people in the photos to move over a bit. Her eyes fixated on the picture of a smiling Ron, Harry, Hermione, Virginia (known as Ginny then) and Neville, waving animatedly at the camera. A warm hand fell onto Hermione's shoulder and she jumped, "Harry! Don't scare me like that!"
Harry drew in a deep breath,"Hermione.......we need to talk." Hermione looked at him quizzically, shutting the scrapbook slowly and carefully so Harry didn't see it's contents. The book shut with a soft thud and Hermione looked at Harry expectantly.
"Well,"said Harry, twiddling his thumbs. "I figure that Ron did get a bit bloated in the head with all of those saves he has been making in the Quidditch games. And I guess all this new found glory that he has been recieving, got a bit to me. So, you know how these things go...anyways, the whole point of me talking about this is because, of Virginia."
"Virginia?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrow. A pange of guilt rushed through heras she remember the scence in Hargid's hut. She shook her head delicately,"WHAT about Virginia?"
"Well, I feel kind of bad about her being dragged into the middle of everything and then me telling you not to talk to her. Good thing she doesn't know or she might think I am a horr---Hermione what?" Harry looked at Hermione's tears, one by one they streaked down her face, collecting at the corners of her mouth.
"She knows, Harry. I told her, because she asked at Hagrid's. Oh Harry, I am so sorry! So sorry!" sobbed Hermione, resting her tear-streaked face in her hands. Her shoulders trembled and shook the small, weak library table. Harry's face drained of all color and his hands shook wildly. "Forgive.....me..."
Harry blinked, shock catching up with him and taking over his body,"It was a m-mistake I am sure." But inside he knew he could never forgive Hermione for making him look like a complete jerk in front of Virginia. His hands shook more as his thoughts began to deepen, what if Virginia never forgave him and something happened....
"Harry, are you ok?"
"Yeah."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wanna have a snowball fight?" Colin Creevey asked, buzzing around Virginia. She wished that she could turn around and slap him, that he would go away. Couldn't he see she wanted to be left alone?
"For the MILLIONTH time, no..I do not want to have a snowball fight," Virginia said, trying to stay calm, but it was a bit difficult for her. Colin drew in another breath and Virginia knew what he was going to ask. "Do not ask again." Colin blinked and scurried off to go bother someone else with silly snowballs.
"Seamus, I think something's wrong with Ginny." Virginia froze as she heard her brother's voice carry from his position. She leaned against a tree, where she could see his mop of red hair and she listened closely.
"Well, mate, you have ruined a bit of her life,"said Seamus, flatly. Ron had a highly offended look on his face, but he shook it off. Ron's eyes narrowed cruelly at Seamus, who stood tall and undaunted in front of Ron.
"Ruined her life? RUINED HER LIFE! I am protecting her!" said Ron in a shaking voice, eyes flickering madly. Seamus cocked an eyebrow at Ron, looking at him as if he had flown off his rocker.
"From what? Protecting her from using breath to talk to people for once?" accused Seamus.
"What is that supposed to mean?" hissed Ron.
Seamus looked at Ron, "No one will talk to her, most are on Harry's side. No offense, mate. Anyways, even Hermione won't talk to her, and you are there....frightening away everyone who is bold enough to attempt to make a friendship with her. You forbid her to go places when she has total freedom to make her own descisions---" Seamus stopped short and turned on his heel, snow crunching beneath his feet as walked. Ron stood in the same spot, breathing in deeply and wildly, eyes glinting with anger. Virginia smirked, and walked out from her hiding place behind the tree.
"Lovely to be accused of something, I see. Welcome to my life,"snapped Virginia cruelly, before she remembered that she no longer wanted Ron to say a word to her. Ron looked at her unsurely, his chest still heaving, but his eyes returned to their normal, boring state. Ron snorted and shook his head, walking off. A small balloon inside Virginia swelled, she needed to yell at someone, to let her anger out. And here her only chance, just walked off. A frown flickered across her face.
"ROOON I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT!" yelled Virginia suddenly, running after her brother. He was quite some distance away and by the time she reached him, the air stung her throat as she inhaled. "I----like----Harry----a-----lot."
Ron looked as if someone had just performed an unforgiveable curse upon him. His jaw fell as he looked at his younger sister standing there, weezing and panting, like that meant nothing. Ron stood there in awe, looking at her and she looked at him. "You're not my sister,"said Ron slowly.
"Ron?" asked Virginia, cocking an eyebrow.
"You cannot be related to me...."
"I didn't think you'd take it so ha---"
"YOU HAVE BETRAYED WEASLEY BLOOD!"
"BY FOLLOWING MY HEART, RON?! IS THAT SO WRONG?"
"YES! IT IS, IN THIS CASE!"
Virginia's lower lip wobbled and tears, now very familiar, stung her eyes.....yet again. "I thought....I thought you'd understand."
"Maybe you should just tell Harry and get it over with," said Ron, with a sigh. "Cross over the enemy line."
"Maybe that is just what I will do, cross over the enemy line...and steal his heart."
"Was that a threat to Harry?" asked Ron, quizzically.
"Oh, of course it was."
Harry drew in a deep breath,"Hermione.......we need to talk." Hermione looked at him quizzically, shutting the scrapbook slowly and carefully so Harry didn't see it's contents. The book shut with a soft thud and Hermione looked at Harry expectantly.
"Well,"said Harry, twiddling his thumbs. "I figure that Ron did get a bit bloated in the head with all of those saves he has been making in the Quidditch games. And I guess all this new found glory that he has been recieving, got a bit to me. So, you know how these things go...anyways, the whole point of me talking about this is because, of Virginia."
"Virginia?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrow. A pange of guilt rushed through heras she remember the scence in Hargid's hut. She shook her head delicately,"WHAT about Virginia?"
"Well, I feel kind of bad about her being dragged into the middle of everything and then me telling you not to talk to her. Good thing she doesn't know or she might think I am a horr---Hermione what?" Harry looked at Hermione's tears, one by one they streaked down her face, collecting at the corners of her mouth.
"She knows, Harry. I told her, because she asked at Hagrid's. Oh Harry, I am so sorry! So sorry!" sobbed Hermione, resting her tear-streaked face in her hands. Her shoulders trembled and shook the small, weak library table. Harry's face drained of all color and his hands shook wildly. "Forgive.....me..."
Harry blinked, shock catching up with him and taking over his body,"It was a m-mistake I am sure." But inside he knew he could never forgive Hermione for making him look like a complete jerk in front of Virginia. His hands shook more as his thoughts began to deepen, what if Virginia never forgave him and something happened....
"Harry, are you ok?"
"Yeah."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wanna have a snowball fight?" Colin Creevey asked, buzzing around Virginia. She wished that she could turn around and slap him, that he would go away. Couldn't he see she wanted to be left alone?
"For the MILLIONTH time, no..I do not want to have a snowball fight," Virginia said, trying to stay calm, but it was a bit difficult for her. Colin drew in another breath and Virginia knew what he was going to ask. "Do not ask again." Colin blinked and scurried off to go bother someone else with silly snowballs.
"Seamus, I think something's wrong with Ginny." Virginia froze as she heard her brother's voice carry from his position. She leaned against a tree, where she could see his mop of red hair and she listened closely.
"Well, mate, you have ruined a bit of her life,"said Seamus, flatly. Ron had a highly offended look on his face, but he shook it off. Ron's eyes narrowed cruelly at Seamus, who stood tall and undaunted in front of Ron.
"Ruined her life? RUINED HER LIFE! I am protecting her!" said Ron in a shaking voice, eyes flickering madly. Seamus cocked an eyebrow at Ron, looking at him as if he had flown off his rocker.
"From what? Protecting her from using breath to talk to people for once?" accused Seamus.
"What is that supposed to mean?" hissed Ron.
Seamus looked at Ron, "No one will talk to her, most are on Harry's side. No offense, mate. Anyways, even Hermione won't talk to her, and you are there....frightening away everyone who is bold enough to attempt to make a friendship with her. You forbid her to go places when she has total freedom to make her own descisions---" Seamus stopped short and turned on his heel, snow crunching beneath his feet as walked. Ron stood in the same spot, breathing in deeply and wildly, eyes glinting with anger. Virginia smirked, and walked out from her hiding place behind the tree.
"Lovely to be accused of something, I see. Welcome to my life,"snapped Virginia cruelly, before she remembered that she no longer wanted Ron to say a word to her. Ron looked at her unsurely, his chest still heaving, but his eyes returned to their normal, boring state. Ron snorted and shook his head, walking off. A small balloon inside Virginia swelled, she needed to yell at someone, to let her anger out. And here her only chance, just walked off. A frown flickered across her face.
"ROOON I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT!" yelled Virginia suddenly, running after her brother. He was quite some distance away and by the time she reached him, the air stung her throat as she inhaled. "I----like----Harry----a-----lot."
Ron looked as if someone had just performed an unforgiveable curse upon him. His jaw fell as he looked at his younger sister standing there, weezing and panting, like that meant nothing. Ron stood there in awe, looking at her and she looked at him. "You're not my sister,"said Ron slowly.
"Ron?" asked Virginia, cocking an eyebrow.
"You cannot be related to me...."
"I didn't think you'd take it so ha---"
"YOU HAVE BETRAYED WEASLEY BLOOD!"
"BY FOLLOWING MY HEART, RON?! IS THAT SO WRONG?"
"YES! IT IS, IN THIS CASE!"
Virginia's lower lip wobbled and tears, now very familiar, stung her eyes.....yet again. "I thought....I thought you'd understand."
"Maybe you should just tell Harry and get it over with," said Ron, with a sigh. "Cross over the enemy line."
"Maybe that is just what I will do, cross over the enemy line...and steal his heart."
"Was that a threat to Harry?" asked Ron, quizzically.
"Oh, of course it was."