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Chapter 7: Talking To Neville.
I walked around for the next week barely speaking to anyone. I didn't have anything that I wanted to say anyway so it was no big deal. It wasn't like anyone noticed anyway.
I flopped down on the couch in the common room and picked up the closest book, I opened it up and placed it in front of my eyes, thinking about how stupid I had been. There was no one else to blame but myself for the predicament that I had found myself in. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to the stupid plan of Harry's. It wasn't like Harry to even suggest something like that. Maybe I don't like the new Harry as much as I thought I did.
"All my stupid fault." I said as I turned a page of the book.
"Good book." I heard a voice behind me ask. I jumped and turned around.
"Neville. Hello." I said turning back around
"New method of reading is it?" he asked indicating the book. I frowned at him and looked at the book.
I blushed and turned the book the right way up.
"Thanks for that." I said plastering on a smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked me suddenly.
"The book? There isn't much to tell." I said not even knowing what the book was about.
"No the book Ginny, about you and Harry."
"Oh. There is no "Ginny and Harry." Neville." I said sighing and throwing the book onto the table.
"And there never was, was there?" he said looking at me.
"W-what?" I asked nervously. He just continued to look at me.
"You knew." Were the next few words that I spoke. He nodded and shifted in his seat.
"How. I've been told that I am an exceptional actor." I said smiling grimly.
"That you are but I've been watching the whole thing from afar and I can see that you were happy with Harry and that now he has hurt you beyond whatever else." He said.
"You're right about one thing, I was happy with Harry, he's like a brother to me, nothing else. But he didn't hurt me. I did. It was my own fault. I was stupid to think that there was anything else there. There wasn't. I should have seen it. I just can't believe I didn't see it before I hurt myself." I said quietly.
"If he were just like a brother to you, then why do you care this much? Why are you so upset?" he asked, picking up the book and examining the cover.
"I told you, I'm upset with myself. I'm the one to blame for this." I said, not even believing myself.
"But you do care about Harry?" he asked, seemingly already knowing the answer to his question.
"Of course I do. I can't help it if he doesn't care about me." I said, covering my mouth when I realised what I had just said.
"I didn't mean." I said trailing off hopelessly.
"Yes you did." Neville said looking at me with sympathy.
I closed my eyes and hit the back of my head repeatedly on the back of the couch. When I opened them again, Neville was sitting closer to me on the couch looking thoughtful.
"You don't have anyone to go to the Ball with now do you?"
"No." I said thinking that I knew what he was going to say next.
"Well I know that you probably don't want too, but if you don't find someone to go with, well I'd be happy to take you again. I promise that I know how to dance. My Grandmother taught me."
Neville said grimacing sightly. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his.
"Thank you very much Neville but I think that I will go on my own. I don't think that I would be good company at all. I promise to save you a dance though, I want to see how you've improved with your dancing." I said and Neville smiled.
"Any time Ginny."
"You're a wonderful friend Neville and one day I'm sure that you will make a wonderful boyfriend and husband and an even better Herbology teacher." I said standing up.
"I don't know about that." He said blushing.
"I do," I said and headed towards the girls' dorms. "Goodnight Neville."
"Goodnight Ginny." He said before opening up the book that I had been looking at and settling down to read it.
***
"Gryffindor score! One hundred and fifty points versus eighty! Come on Ravenclaw. Get a move on!"
I heard the commentator cry into the magical megaphone that belonged to McGonagall. Since Lee Jordan had left the job had been handed over to Dennis Creevy. I must say that he is very enthusiastic about his job. He'd make Lee proud.
I hovered in the air watching the other chasers of the Gryffindor team pass the Quaffle back and forwards to one another almost lazily. I love Quidditch, but when you are on the Gryffindor team it can get a little boring. There is no competition! Well there is from Slytherin but that's another matter.
"Ginny!" I heard someone shout out and I looked in their direction. It was my friend Maria who was also a fellow chaser. "Head's up!" she called again and that's when I saw a bludger flying at my head.
I was forced to do a sloth grip roll and hand from my broom in mid air so I didn't get my head knocked off. Once I knew it had decided to attack another person I righted myself on my broom only to find Harry hovering next to me.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Fine." I said and zipped off to the other side of the pitch.
"Ginny." He called from my over my left shoulder.
"What?" I hissed in his direction.
"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked, reaching out to me but I moved so I was out of reach.
"Anyone would think that you actually care." I said coldly and took off again. This time however, he didn't follow me.
One for Ginny, none for Potter. I grinned at the little scoreboard that I had set up in my head.
Then I looked at the Quidditch Scoreboard and noticed with surprise that Gryffindor had one yet another game. I looked around the pitch and saw Harry holding his arm in the air with the snitches wings beating helplessly against his hand.
I rolled my eyes and headed back to earth with my broom and dismounted. I didn't even hang around to be congratulated by everyone. It was Harry that had one the game anyway.
I got back to the change rooms and had a quick shower in hopes that I could be done and get out of there before the rest of the team got back.
I walked over to the locker that had my name on it and found that I was wrong.
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"Ron? What are you doing here?" I asked surprised.
"Well these are the Gryffindor Quidditch change rooms right? Or did I stumble into the Slytherin ones again? If not then I am here because I play Quidditch." He said sarcastically. I smiled at him as I put away my things. But when I looked at him properly I noticed that he was miserable.
"Hey what's wrong?" I said sitting next to him and pulling him into a sisterly one armed hug.
"Nothing. It's just.nothing."
"Sounds like a whole lot of nothing." I said to him. He sighed.
"It's Hermione. It's been two and a half weeks since I asked her to the Ball and she hasn't said anything since. I'm guessing that she doesn't want to go and I don't know, I just thought that she might want too. I never prepared myself for the possibility that she wouldn't want too." He said hanging his head. I felt sorry for my older brother. Partly because he was so pathetic when it came to Hermione and partly because I knew that she had no intention of saying no.
"Maybe.maybe she forgot. YOU know what Hermione is like; she's probably had so much homework that it's slipped her mind. I'm sure if you ask her again." I said trailing off.
"Are you kidding? I can't ask her again, she'll think I'm desperate." He said somewhat desperately.
"You are desperate Ron so what does it matter?" I said smirking at him.
"You don't understand." He said rubbing his hand through his hair and bringing it down over his face and sighing.
"Don't understand what Ronald?" I asked him through clenched teeth.
"To care about someone and not have them feel the same way back."
"You have got to be kidding me! What do you think I am going through here?!" I asked standing up and yelling at him out of pure frustration. It made him look up and pay proper attention to me.
"God Ron, you are sooo thick sometimes! No wonder you and Hermione are always at loggerheads. You're such a prat." I said walking out the room and running straight into Maria.
"Sorry." I muttered and ran back up to the castle.
Once I reached the common room I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut and ran to my bed and pulled the curtains of my four poster right around me and giving up, began to cry.
I used to enjoy little chats with Ron. When it was just me and him home at The Burrow we would go off on our own for hours and just talk. About anything and everything, how great it was going to be at Hogwarts. We said that we would always stay friends no matter what. More friends than brother and sister. Now look what's happened, he hardly has time for me and when he does he does the whole bigger brother thing and acts as though I can't take care of myself. Speaking of taking care of myself, I had a right mind to take Malfoy up on his offer of going to the Ball. It wasn't like I had anyone else to go with. The mood I was in was sure to continue until the night then I would fit perfectly to be Draco's date. Mean and broody. I'd fit right in. I punched my pillow, frustrated and could have sworn I heard a voice at the door to the dorm. I froze, listening for it again.
"Ginny?"
Damn. I sat still and I heard someone enter the room, I quickly performed the spell that would take away my puffy red eyes and tearstained cheeks and held my breath. Not daring to move. Who ever it was came right over to my bed. They stood for a second and called me again. Hermione. Normally I would talk to her but since this was about Ron and her I decided not too. She'd obviously heard about it. After a while she left, sensing that I didn't want to talk to her or anyone else.
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A/N: Without further ado.to my reviewers.
AofR So many people answer me questions like this and I wish I could answer them but I can't! You'll just have to keep reading to find out. Sowwy. =)
Mel Hey Mel! Typical male is right. I feel mean about doing this to Harry lol. Oh well, it's just a fan fic. As you can see, I've updated now. I probably will ever night now. Really really happy with the amount of reviews I've been getting! Thanks guys! =D
Lyeza You know.I'm actually starting to regret not writing some of the chapters in Harry's opinion.you might work out why later on. It would have been good to see what he thought. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Winky55 Yes, poor Ginny and Blind Harry. He already has glasses and he still can't see! Lol. Silly boy. (No offence to those people out there with glasses! I have nothing against them. Just pointing out what they do. Lol.) Why must Malfoy act like a Prat? Because it's what he does best!
HopefulTears Are you annoyed at my slowness of getting this story out? Don't know why because I update it just about everyday! What more can I do?! As soon as I get home from school I check my emails then I update! I can't do any better! You're right about Ginny and her bluntness tho. Ah well. I'm J.K. Like I said in my first entry. =)
TheLoneReed Hey! I wouldn't want to upset Spot! Ohh sorry about not shouting about you! Lol. I actually thought I did until I checked back on my chapter. D'oh.
NiteStar Thanks. Nice to see that people think that I'm doing a good job. You're the first that has mentioned Sarah I think. I think that maybe it is you're H/G fan coming out. I didn't say much about her..lol I'm criticizing my own story! Must stop that.
Ok so there we go. I've noticed that a lot of people have been commenting on Harry's boyness. (Not a word, I know.) Yeah so I haven't been so nice to him lately. It gets worse lol. I shouldn't be telling you guys anything! I should let you find out for yourselves. Which from now on, is what I am going to do! Hope you are enjoying this as much as I am! I promise to update often. Probably every day, depending on the reviews of course.
Nesserz.
P.S. Can anyone tell me why is it that the things I have bolded on Microsoft word don't show up on ff.net?! It's annoying me. I like my bold writing and it isn't working! If anyone can help me out it would be appreciated. =D.
Chapter 7: Talking To Neville.
I walked around for the next week barely speaking to anyone. I didn't have anything that I wanted to say anyway so it was no big deal. It wasn't like anyone noticed anyway.
I flopped down on the couch in the common room and picked up the closest book, I opened it up and placed it in front of my eyes, thinking about how stupid I had been. There was no one else to blame but myself for the predicament that I had found myself in. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to the stupid plan of Harry's. It wasn't like Harry to even suggest something like that. Maybe I don't like the new Harry as much as I thought I did.
"All my stupid fault." I said as I turned a page of the book.
"Good book." I heard a voice behind me ask. I jumped and turned around.
"Neville. Hello." I said turning back around
"New method of reading is it?" he asked indicating the book. I frowned at him and looked at the book.
I blushed and turned the book the right way up.
"Thanks for that." I said plastering on a smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked me suddenly.
"The book? There isn't much to tell." I said not even knowing what the book was about.
"No the book Ginny, about you and Harry."
"Oh. There is no "Ginny and Harry." Neville." I said sighing and throwing the book onto the table.
"And there never was, was there?" he said looking at me.
"W-what?" I asked nervously. He just continued to look at me.
"You knew." Were the next few words that I spoke. He nodded and shifted in his seat.
"How. I've been told that I am an exceptional actor." I said smiling grimly.
"That you are but I've been watching the whole thing from afar and I can see that you were happy with Harry and that now he has hurt you beyond whatever else." He said.
"You're right about one thing, I was happy with Harry, he's like a brother to me, nothing else. But he didn't hurt me. I did. It was my own fault. I was stupid to think that there was anything else there. There wasn't. I should have seen it. I just can't believe I didn't see it before I hurt myself." I said quietly.
"If he were just like a brother to you, then why do you care this much? Why are you so upset?" he asked, picking up the book and examining the cover.
"I told you, I'm upset with myself. I'm the one to blame for this." I said, not even believing myself.
"But you do care about Harry?" he asked, seemingly already knowing the answer to his question.
"Of course I do. I can't help it if he doesn't care about me." I said, covering my mouth when I realised what I had just said.
"I didn't mean." I said trailing off hopelessly.
"Yes you did." Neville said looking at me with sympathy.
I closed my eyes and hit the back of my head repeatedly on the back of the couch. When I opened them again, Neville was sitting closer to me on the couch looking thoughtful.
"You don't have anyone to go to the Ball with now do you?"
"No." I said thinking that I knew what he was going to say next.
"Well I know that you probably don't want too, but if you don't find someone to go with, well I'd be happy to take you again. I promise that I know how to dance. My Grandmother taught me."
Neville said grimacing sightly. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his.
"Thank you very much Neville but I think that I will go on my own. I don't think that I would be good company at all. I promise to save you a dance though, I want to see how you've improved with your dancing." I said and Neville smiled.
"Any time Ginny."
"You're a wonderful friend Neville and one day I'm sure that you will make a wonderful boyfriend and husband and an even better Herbology teacher." I said standing up.
"I don't know about that." He said blushing.
"I do," I said and headed towards the girls' dorms. "Goodnight Neville."
"Goodnight Ginny." He said before opening up the book that I had been looking at and settling down to read it.
***
"Gryffindor score! One hundred and fifty points versus eighty! Come on Ravenclaw. Get a move on!"
I heard the commentator cry into the magical megaphone that belonged to McGonagall. Since Lee Jordan had left the job had been handed over to Dennis Creevy. I must say that he is very enthusiastic about his job. He'd make Lee proud.
I hovered in the air watching the other chasers of the Gryffindor team pass the Quaffle back and forwards to one another almost lazily. I love Quidditch, but when you are on the Gryffindor team it can get a little boring. There is no competition! Well there is from Slytherin but that's another matter.
"Ginny!" I heard someone shout out and I looked in their direction. It was my friend Maria who was also a fellow chaser. "Head's up!" she called again and that's when I saw a bludger flying at my head.
I was forced to do a sloth grip roll and hand from my broom in mid air so I didn't get my head knocked off. Once I knew it had decided to attack another person I righted myself on my broom only to find Harry hovering next to me.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Fine." I said and zipped off to the other side of the pitch.
"Ginny." He called from my over my left shoulder.
"What?" I hissed in his direction.
"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked, reaching out to me but I moved so I was out of reach.
"Anyone would think that you actually care." I said coldly and took off again. This time however, he didn't follow me.
One for Ginny, none for Potter. I grinned at the little scoreboard that I had set up in my head.
Then I looked at the Quidditch Scoreboard and noticed with surprise that Gryffindor had one yet another game. I looked around the pitch and saw Harry holding his arm in the air with the snitches wings beating helplessly against his hand.
I rolled my eyes and headed back to earth with my broom and dismounted. I didn't even hang around to be congratulated by everyone. It was Harry that had one the game anyway.
I got back to the change rooms and had a quick shower in hopes that I could be done and get out of there before the rest of the team got back.
I walked over to the locker that had my name on it and found that I was wrong.
***
"Ron? What are you doing here?" I asked surprised.
"Well these are the Gryffindor Quidditch change rooms right? Or did I stumble into the Slytherin ones again? If not then I am here because I play Quidditch." He said sarcastically. I smiled at him as I put away my things. But when I looked at him properly I noticed that he was miserable.
"Hey what's wrong?" I said sitting next to him and pulling him into a sisterly one armed hug.
"Nothing. It's just.nothing."
"Sounds like a whole lot of nothing." I said to him. He sighed.
"It's Hermione. It's been two and a half weeks since I asked her to the Ball and she hasn't said anything since. I'm guessing that she doesn't want to go and I don't know, I just thought that she might want too. I never prepared myself for the possibility that she wouldn't want too." He said hanging his head. I felt sorry for my older brother. Partly because he was so pathetic when it came to Hermione and partly because I knew that she had no intention of saying no.
"Maybe.maybe she forgot. YOU know what Hermione is like; she's probably had so much homework that it's slipped her mind. I'm sure if you ask her again." I said trailing off.
"Are you kidding? I can't ask her again, she'll think I'm desperate." He said somewhat desperately.
"You are desperate Ron so what does it matter?" I said smirking at him.
"You don't understand." He said rubbing his hand through his hair and bringing it down over his face and sighing.
"Don't understand what Ronald?" I asked him through clenched teeth.
"To care about someone and not have them feel the same way back."
"You have got to be kidding me! What do you think I am going through here?!" I asked standing up and yelling at him out of pure frustration. It made him look up and pay proper attention to me.
"God Ron, you are sooo thick sometimes! No wonder you and Hermione are always at loggerheads. You're such a prat." I said walking out the room and running straight into Maria.
"Sorry." I muttered and ran back up to the castle.
Once I reached the common room I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut and ran to my bed and pulled the curtains of my four poster right around me and giving up, began to cry.
I used to enjoy little chats with Ron. When it was just me and him home at The Burrow we would go off on our own for hours and just talk. About anything and everything, how great it was going to be at Hogwarts. We said that we would always stay friends no matter what. More friends than brother and sister. Now look what's happened, he hardly has time for me and when he does he does the whole bigger brother thing and acts as though I can't take care of myself. Speaking of taking care of myself, I had a right mind to take Malfoy up on his offer of going to the Ball. It wasn't like I had anyone else to go with. The mood I was in was sure to continue until the night then I would fit perfectly to be Draco's date. Mean and broody. I'd fit right in. I punched my pillow, frustrated and could have sworn I heard a voice at the door to the dorm. I froze, listening for it again.
"Ginny?"
Damn. I sat still and I heard someone enter the room, I quickly performed the spell that would take away my puffy red eyes and tearstained cheeks and held my breath. Not daring to move. Who ever it was came right over to my bed. They stood for a second and called me again. Hermione. Normally I would talk to her but since this was about Ron and her I decided not too. She'd obviously heard about it. After a while she left, sensing that I didn't want to talk to her or anyone else.
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A/N: Without further ado.to my reviewers.
AofR So many people answer me questions like this and I wish I could answer them but I can't! You'll just have to keep reading to find out. Sowwy. =)
Mel Hey Mel! Typical male is right. I feel mean about doing this to Harry lol. Oh well, it's just a fan fic. As you can see, I've updated now. I probably will ever night now. Really really happy with the amount of reviews I've been getting! Thanks guys! =D
Lyeza You know.I'm actually starting to regret not writing some of the chapters in Harry's opinion.you might work out why later on. It would have been good to see what he thought. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Winky55 Yes, poor Ginny and Blind Harry. He already has glasses and he still can't see! Lol. Silly boy. (No offence to those people out there with glasses! I have nothing against them. Just pointing out what they do. Lol.) Why must Malfoy act like a Prat? Because it's what he does best!
HopefulTears Are you annoyed at my slowness of getting this story out? Don't know why because I update it just about everyday! What more can I do?! As soon as I get home from school I check my emails then I update! I can't do any better! You're right about Ginny and her bluntness tho. Ah well. I'm J.K. Like I said in my first entry. =)
TheLoneReed Hey! I wouldn't want to upset Spot! Ohh sorry about not shouting about you! Lol. I actually thought I did until I checked back on my chapter. D'oh.
NiteStar Thanks. Nice to see that people think that I'm doing a good job. You're the first that has mentioned Sarah I think. I think that maybe it is you're H/G fan coming out. I didn't say much about her..lol I'm criticizing my own story! Must stop that.
Ok so there we go. I've noticed that a lot of people have been commenting on Harry's boyness. (Not a word, I know.) Yeah so I haven't been so nice to him lately. It gets worse lol. I shouldn't be telling you guys anything! I should let you find out for yourselves. Which from now on, is what I am going to do! Hope you are enjoying this as much as I am! I promise to update often. Probably every day, depending on the reviews of course.
Nesserz.
P.S. Can anyone tell me why is it that the things I have bolded on Microsoft word don't show up on ff.net?! It's annoying me. I like my bold writing and it isn't working! If anyone can help me out it would be appreciated. =D.