A pair of cinnamon eyes flicked from right to left, reading the words of the page before gently turning it to continue on to the next. The words, flowing together left her in a place of love, contentment, sanity.
"Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole." Ginny smiled to herself. Rosalind was her favorite character for being down to earth and not careless with her affections. So much unlike the fiery red head reading the scripts.
"What did that say?" a gentle voice coxed from next to her. Ginny looked up from the book to meet a pair of emerald eyes. She blushed at being caught in her hiding spot under the giant weeping willow tree by the pond. It was the only place on the whole of Weasley property that was shaded from the hot summer sun, and offered a beautiful view of their sparkling pond. Of course it also had a faint aroma of the compost pile her mother had started a few months ago, but with all the flowers about it almost completely blocked the odor out.
"well, basically that a man may spend every waking moment he has thinking and worshiping his lady love, and telling her how much he loves her…it's almost guaranteed that his heart is really still whole." She looked up at Harry as he slid down next to her against her tree.
"I wasn't aware that you read Shakespeare." He gazed out at the pond as a bird landed in creating ripples.
"I love his work. To be able to make words flow together, and to be able to have several people read the same passage and all have different ideas on what's happening… it's amazing." They sat for a few more moments silent. Both gazing out through the drooping leaves. Ginny supposed it was her most romantic moment she had shared with Harry and a part of her wished he would say something romantic to make it perfect.
Yes, Virginia Ann Weasley, age sixteen, still had a crush on Harry Potter. It was silly, and most of the time she regretted it. But a part of her couldn't let go. Or more, wouldn't let go. Even though he was known as a ladies man at school, even though he'd never given an inkling of his hidden love for her, she still had hope. Hope that he would change his mind and suddenly see her as grown up. Mature. Beautiful. And right now, sitting under the willow, a book of Shakespeare's most romantic phrases in hand, and Harry by her side, she couldn't help but smile to herself. 'today will be the day'.
"will you read some more?" he never looked at her. It was as if he were trying to decipher the hidden meaning in the words. She smiled and skimmed ahead.
"Say 'a day' without the 'ever'. No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more newfangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are dispos'd to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou are inclin'd to sleep."
"and that?"
"Well…what do you think it means?" Ginny leaned over to watch Harry as he thought about what he had just heard. After a few moments, he turned to meet her eyes. A strange feeling of warmth and love overtook her as he seemed to look deep into her very soul. This was her one true passion. Her one true desire. Her one true test to see who her Prince Charming would be. Always had she imagined her true love standing under her window professing his love to her like Romeo to his Juliet. Forever had she wished for someone to love you for who you are so much, not what you look like, as Olivia accidentally loved Viola. Yet, she had never imagined a relationship that she seemed to be in now, Rosalind and Orlando. Secretly teaching him how to woo her, what to do, what to say. To detest love and what it made others do, and to love a man so willing to befriend her and take her advice without his own thinking. To Ginny, love was spending the nights reciting Shakespeare and putting meaning to them. And her heart leapt as Harry opened his mouth to respond.
"I think it means…that women are fickle. That…that they cant make up their minds to what they want." He smiled. Content with his answer.
Ginny just looked at him.
Her whole world shattered.
He wasn't meant for her. He seemed to be looking for some sort of answer from her. Dimly she smiled.
"I hadn't seen it that way before." She closed her book and set it down next to her.
"Ginny, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Yes?" As she turned her head her hair flicked into her face. Harry chuckled and smoothed it behind her ear. The rosy locks curling around his fingers loosely. She blushed at the feel of his hand in her hair.
"You're really beautiful you know." His hands were still in her hair twisting and twirling. She smiled and looked away. Wondering how many girls he had told that too. "I've never really noticed it until this summer, how your hair shines in the sun, how your blush paints your cheeks so perfectly, how your rosy lips were made for kissing…" He leaned slightly forward. Not sure if she would accept him. She sat, next to the boy of her dreams and her eye lashes fluttered almost shut.
"A maidens blush bepaint my cheek…" she whispered barely audible and leaned in. His soft lips gently touched hers. Gently roaming over her top lip caressing and clinging to her. His tongue slid against her mouth and she slowly parted her mouth allowing him to enter. His tongue roamed her mouth and she almost felt like she was being checked for something. Her eyebrows furrowed but he didn't notice. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of his cavity scout, he slowly pulled away. Kissing her lightly on the lips once again. She opened her eyes and grinned at him. He beamed at her and stood up.
"well…I'll see you later then?"
"of…course. Yes."
"well…bye." Waving once and smiling again he turned and headed back towards the house. She watched him until he was out of sight and pushed her finger in her mouth to rub where he had "tongued" her. The feel of his spit mingling with hers was odd and she didn't much like it. She could still feel his tongue roaming around and she quickly spit onto the dirt. She then sat back shocked.
Seven years she had dreamed of his kisses.
Seven years she had tried to imagine how it would feel.
Seven years her dreams had been wrong. She leaned her head back against her tree and groaned.
Her mind still loved Harry, But her heart had given up.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so very short, the other chapters will probably be longer, But this is just to set you up for other details in the story…basically this chapter is telling you that Harry loves Ginny, Ginny doesn't love Harry anymore. Her heart belongs to Shakespeare.
Please Review, it's the only way I know people are reading this, and that I should continue with it.
Thanks,
~Manda~
"Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole." Ginny smiled to herself. Rosalind was her favorite character for being down to earth and not careless with her affections. So much unlike the fiery red head reading the scripts.
"What did that say?" a gentle voice coxed from next to her. Ginny looked up from the book to meet a pair of emerald eyes. She blushed at being caught in her hiding spot under the giant weeping willow tree by the pond. It was the only place on the whole of Weasley property that was shaded from the hot summer sun, and offered a beautiful view of their sparkling pond. Of course it also had a faint aroma of the compost pile her mother had started a few months ago, but with all the flowers about it almost completely blocked the odor out.
"well, basically that a man may spend every waking moment he has thinking and worshiping his lady love, and telling her how much he loves her…it's almost guaranteed that his heart is really still whole." She looked up at Harry as he slid down next to her against her tree.
"I wasn't aware that you read Shakespeare." He gazed out at the pond as a bird landed in creating ripples.
"I love his work. To be able to make words flow together, and to be able to have several people read the same passage and all have different ideas on what's happening… it's amazing." They sat for a few more moments silent. Both gazing out through the drooping leaves. Ginny supposed it was her most romantic moment she had shared with Harry and a part of her wished he would say something romantic to make it perfect.
Yes, Virginia Ann Weasley, age sixteen, still had a crush on Harry Potter. It was silly, and most of the time she regretted it. But a part of her couldn't let go. Or more, wouldn't let go. Even though he was known as a ladies man at school, even though he'd never given an inkling of his hidden love for her, she still had hope. Hope that he would change his mind and suddenly see her as grown up. Mature. Beautiful. And right now, sitting under the willow, a book of Shakespeare's most romantic phrases in hand, and Harry by her side, she couldn't help but smile to herself. 'today will be the day'.
"will you read some more?" he never looked at her. It was as if he were trying to decipher the hidden meaning in the words. She smiled and skimmed ahead.
"Say 'a day' without the 'ever'. No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more newfangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are dispos'd to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou are inclin'd to sleep."
"and that?"
"Well…what do you think it means?" Ginny leaned over to watch Harry as he thought about what he had just heard. After a few moments, he turned to meet her eyes. A strange feeling of warmth and love overtook her as he seemed to look deep into her very soul. This was her one true passion. Her one true desire. Her one true test to see who her Prince Charming would be. Always had she imagined her true love standing under her window professing his love to her like Romeo to his Juliet. Forever had she wished for someone to love you for who you are so much, not what you look like, as Olivia accidentally loved Viola. Yet, she had never imagined a relationship that she seemed to be in now, Rosalind and Orlando. Secretly teaching him how to woo her, what to do, what to say. To detest love and what it made others do, and to love a man so willing to befriend her and take her advice without his own thinking. To Ginny, love was spending the nights reciting Shakespeare and putting meaning to them. And her heart leapt as Harry opened his mouth to respond.
"I think it means…that women are fickle. That…that they cant make up their minds to what they want." He smiled. Content with his answer.
Ginny just looked at him.
Her whole world shattered.
He wasn't meant for her. He seemed to be looking for some sort of answer from her. Dimly she smiled.
"I hadn't seen it that way before." She closed her book and set it down next to her.
"Ginny, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Yes?" As she turned her head her hair flicked into her face. Harry chuckled and smoothed it behind her ear. The rosy locks curling around his fingers loosely. She blushed at the feel of his hand in her hair.
"You're really beautiful you know." His hands were still in her hair twisting and twirling. She smiled and looked away. Wondering how many girls he had told that too. "I've never really noticed it until this summer, how your hair shines in the sun, how your blush paints your cheeks so perfectly, how your rosy lips were made for kissing…" He leaned slightly forward. Not sure if she would accept him. She sat, next to the boy of her dreams and her eye lashes fluttered almost shut.
"A maidens blush bepaint my cheek…" she whispered barely audible and leaned in. His soft lips gently touched hers. Gently roaming over her top lip caressing and clinging to her. His tongue slid against her mouth and she slowly parted her mouth allowing him to enter. His tongue roamed her mouth and she almost felt like she was being checked for something. Her eyebrows furrowed but he didn't notice. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of his cavity scout, he slowly pulled away. Kissing her lightly on the lips once again. She opened her eyes and grinned at him. He beamed at her and stood up.
"well…I'll see you later then?"
"of…course. Yes."
"well…bye." Waving once and smiling again he turned and headed back towards the house. She watched him until he was out of sight and pushed her finger in her mouth to rub where he had "tongued" her. The feel of his spit mingling with hers was odd and she didn't much like it. She could still feel his tongue roaming around and she quickly spit onto the dirt. She then sat back shocked.
Seven years she had dreamed of his kisses.
Seven years she had tried to imagine how it would feel.
Seven years her dreams had been wrong. She leaned her head back against her tree and groaned.
Her mind still loved Harry, But her heart had given up.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so very short, the other chapters will probably be longer, But this is just to set you up for other details in the story…basically this chapter is telling you that Harry loves Ginny, Ginny doesn't love Harry anymore. Her heart belongs to Shakespeare.
Please Review, it's the only way I know people are reading this, and that I should continue with it.
Thanks,
~Manda~
