Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until book 6 is
released.
A/N: This is the last chapter until the holidays are over. Have a happy holidays everyone.
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A few days later, Harry entered the common room one night after meeting with Dumbledore to talk about spells and Voldemort to find it empty except for a figure sitting in a chair near the staircase. Neville sat there with his head in his hands, lightly sobbing.
"Er, Neville?"
He looked up, wiping the tears from his face quickly. He looked horrible, like he had to endure Snape's potion class for 48 hours straight.
"She won't even talk to me Harry. I can't even get her to look at me," he said as he turned his attention back to the floor. "I don't understand. I just don't understand."
"Neville, um, what happened that day, before we came out of the hall?
"He's been watching her for years now, with that bloody smirk of his on his face. Eyeing her, but Ginny's not like that. You should have seen the look he gave her in Umbridge's office. It was . . . disgusting. She wouldn't give him the time of day, let along what he wants. Then I guess for the first time she noticed he was staring at her during the meal the other day. She got up and ran from the hall and I watched that bloody prat get up and follow her," Neville was starting to get angry, He was starting to shake with rage as he continued his story. "I should have been out there sooner, but I tripped on my stupid robes. When I got out there he had his fithly hands on her. He had a hold of her wrists and she was pinned to the wall. He was telling lies, saying that he kissed her and I took out my wand -"
At that moment, the ink well on the table next to him exploded. Harry jumped and looked at Neville, certain his fury at retelling the events caused it to break. His wand, afterall, was no where to be found.
"Sorry," Neville said as he started cleaning up the ink.
"It's all right, Neville."
"No, not it's not," he said sighing. "Harry I was going to use an unforgivable."
Harry sat back in shock. "You what?"
"That's why she stepped between us. I think she knew."
Harry wasn't about to tell him it looked like Ginny stepped between them to stop Malfoy from killing Neville, not the other way around. Instead, he just let Neville continue.
"I just couldn't stand it Harry. I saw her wrists. The slime left bruises around her wrists where he grabbed her. He left his bloody prints where he touched her and I want him dead."
Harry's jaw dropped. He had no idea what to say. He, himself, had been angry about what Malfoy tried, but not to the point he wanted to kill him.
"I know Ginny can handle herself, but she doesn't think about what that evil snake is capable of," Neville continued. "I know she's upset, but I have no idea why she is so upset. He shouldn't be allowed within 100 feet of Ginny. She's just so wonderful, caring and perfect and that snake doesn't even deserve to look at her. I know I might not either, but I would never do anything to harm her or put her in any danger."
A pang of guilt struck Harry's chest. He had intentionally left her with Malfoy that night. He hadn't said anything her first year, when he noticed something was wrong, Sure he'd rescued her from the chamber, but still he had led Ginny into danger too many times.
"Harry, I know Ginny doesn't want a body guard. With six brothers I know she knows how to take care of herself," Neville said looking at his ink stained hands. "I know you're better at that than I am, but I just couldn't sit there and do nothing. I just don't understand what's going on. I mean I heard she slapped you too."
"Neville. I think there's something you ought to know," Harry said suddenly as a lump form in his throat. "I'm not better at being a body guard than you as far as Ginny's concerned. I, that is to say, I kind of told her Malfoy had been watching her and encouraged her to have it out with him about it."
Harry suddenly got very uncomfortable and Neville went white.
"I should have been there the whole time in case something happened, but I wasn't. By the time I got back to the spot where she was confronting him, he was kissing her or trying, I'm not really sure. But he was met with a knee. I don't know if you heard or not, but she punched Malfoy and knocked him down flat after you left that day. Anyway she was quite angry and I'm sure she still is. I don't think she needs a bodyguard. I'm beginning to think sometimes we need a body guard from her."
Neville looked green, but was still a little angry.
"It's late. I'm going to bed Harry," he said before he got up and made his way to the dorm.
With all his thoughts about defeating Voldemort, how he was going to become or end up being killed by a murderer, and how to protect the ones he loved, one off thought bounced into his mind.
God, Harry thought to himself as he stared at the fire. Ginny Weasley is turning the world upside down.
A/N: This is the last chapter until the holidays are over. Have a happy holidays everyone.
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A few days later, Harry entered the common room one night after meeting with Dumbledore to talk about spells and Voldemort to find it empty except for a figure sitting in a chair near the staircase. Neville sat there with his head in his hands, lightly sobbing.
"Er, Neville?"
He looked up, wiping the tears from his face quickly. He looked horrible, like he had to endure Snape's potion class for 48 hours straight.
"She won't even talk to me Harry. I can't even get her to look at me," he said as he turned his attention back to the floor. "I don't understand. I just don't understand."
"Neville, um, what happened that day, before we came out of the hall?
"He's been watching her for years now, with that bloody smirk of his on his face. Eyeing her, but Ginny's not like that. You should have seen the look he gave her in Umbridge's office. It was . . . disgusting. She wouldn't give him the time of day, let along what he wants. Then I guess for the first time she noticed he was staring at her during the meal the other day. She got up and ran from the hall and I watched that bloody prat get up and follow her," Neville was starting to get angry, He was starting to shake with rage as he continued his story. "I should have been out there sooner, but I tripped on my stupid robes. When I got out there he had his fithly hands on her. He had a hold of her wrists and she was pinned to the wall. He was telling lies, saying that he kissed her and I took out my wand -"
At that moment, the ink well on the table next to him exploded. Harry jumped and looked at Neville, certain his fury at retelling the events caused it to break. His wand, afterall, was no where to be found.
"Sorry," Neville said as he started cleaning up the ink.
"It's all right, Neville."
"No, not it's not," he said sighing. "Harry I was going to use an unforgivable."
Harry sat back in shock. "You what?"
"That's why she stepped between us. I think she knew."
Harry wasn't about to tell him it looked like Ginny stepped between them to stop Malfoy from killing Neville, not the other way around. Instead, he just let Neville continue.
"I just couldn't stand it Harry. I saw her wrists. The slime left bruises around her wrists where he grabbed her. He left his bloody prints where he touched her and I want him dead."
Harry's jaw dropped. He had no idea what to say. He, himself, had been angry about what Malfoy tried, but not to the point he wanted to kill him.
"I know Ginny can handle herself, but she doesn't think about what that evil snake is capable of," Neville continued. "I know she's upset, but I have no idea why she is so upset. He shouldn't be allowed within 100 feet of Ginny. She's just so wonderful, caring and perfect and that snake doesn't even deserve to look at her. I know I might not either, but I would never do anything to harm her or put her in any danger."
A pang of guilt struck Harry's chest. He had intentionally left her with Malfoy that night. He hadn't said anything her first year, when he noticed something was wrong, Sure he'd rescued her from the chamber, but still he had led Ginny into danger too many times.
"Harry, I know Ginny doesn't want a body guard. With six brothers I know she knows how to take care of herself," Neville said looking at his ink stained hands. "I know you're better at that than I am, but I just couldn't sit there and do nothing. I just don't understand what's going on. I mean I heard she slapped you too."
"Neville. I think there's something you ought to know," Harry said suddenly as a lump form in his throat. "I'm not better at being a body guard than you as far as Ginny's concerned. I, that is to say, I kind of told her Malfoy had been watching her and encouraged her to have it out with him about it."
Harry suddenly got very uncomfortable and Neville went white.
"I should have been there the whole time in case something happened, but I wasn't. By the time I got back to the spot where she was confronting him, he was kissing her or trying, I'm not really sure. But he was met with a knee. I don't know if you heard or not, but she punched Malfoy and knocked him down flat after you left that day. Anyway she was quite angry and I'm sure she still is. I don't think she needs a bodyguard. I'm beginning to think sometimes we need a body guard from her."
Neville looked green, but was still a little angry.
"It's late. I'm going to bed Harry," he said before he got up and made his way to the dorm.
With all his thoughts about defeating Voldemort, how he was going to become or end up being killed by a murderer, and how to protect the ones he loved, one off thought bounced into his mind.
God, Harry thought to himself as he stared at the fire. Ginny Weasley is turning the world upside down.