A/N: um, ya.
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you can't sue me! I don't recall in my brain any original characters who
are going to make an appearance, but if that changes, well if you know HP
you know who's mine and who's not. You're hopefully smart enough =P Mostly:
NOT MINE! HERS! Thanx
Summary: well, summaries aren't my bright spot but basically Ginny and Hermione are both troubled about something growing inside of them...but what happens when the one person who /could/ help neither can't turn to? R/R
WARNING: it is R, mostly for language, if you're searching for smut, you wont find it right off the bat. You might not even find it, because this is FAR from PWP. But who knows? ME =D but that's okay, because I'm not sure yet either! Enjoy. And just a reminder, this story is labeled DRAMA also, and for a reason, so if you're looking for a perfect thing going on between the two Gryffindors, then turn your curser around and hit the back button now. Thanx =D
-Gem (aka Korie)
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Chapter 1
Virginia Weasley lie in wake allowing the watchful beams of moonlight bathe over her as she stared at the stars, from her bed, out her window. It was the summer after her fourth year, and currently there was but a month left before September the first. Harry and Hermione had arrived at The Burrow yesterday afternoon to stay for the rest of the summer holidays. Hermione was sound asleep next to her, her back faced the door of Ginny's bedroom.
She concluded it must have been nearly midnight, and yet she was wide awake. Sighing as she thought of Harry, she could suppress the smile draw to her face. He had defiantly filled out, girls would be ALL over him next year. She couldn't help but laugh at her 14 year old self at being so foolish keeping after him for all these years when she knew she could never have him.
She'd slightly gotten over this fact and learned to laugh at herself and control her emotions. At first, she had cried over it. A lot. She thought she'd been in love. She figured she was wrong, now. She didn't like him anymore, she was now his friend. Yes she did love him, but not as she thought she had. She thought of him as a brother. Thinking of the conversation they had had earlier this year, during school, had only left her thoughts relieved, now.
/flashback/
"Ginny?" Harry said, grabbing her forearm stopping her from walking into the Great Hall with Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Her deep blue eyes met brilliant green, smiling at him. "We need to talk," he stated.
"All right," she answered, her smile fading a little. "We'll meet up with you guys later!" she called to the others.
"Okay," said Hermione, winking.
Ginny rolled her eyes and followed Harry away from the Great Hall. A right, a left, another left, right, left, right, right, and finally Harry opened a door and lead Ginny in, swishing his wand, commanding lights.
"Ginny," he started. But he couldn't continue...he was a little lost for correct words, even though he'd tried to practice.
"Yes, Harry?" she looked at him sincerely, her head cocked to the side a little
"Ginny, I - I want to tell you something...but I don't know how to say it..."
"Harry, you're m-my friend, you can tell me anything."
" Well, I really don't want to say this but I think I have to..." he grasped desperately for polite words, his green eyes flickering up to her blue one every now and then, otherwise staring at his fidgeting hands. She nodded. "Ginny, I - I understand that you've liked me, it's not new news...but, it will, never - well, um, I mean to say-" her slight smile was slowly vanishing. Sighing, he took her smaller hands gently into his looking into her eyes, searching there for the right words. "I mean to say that Ginny, I love you, you're like a sister I never knew I had, but that's part of the reason I can't be with you. I don't want to see you get hurt, and most of all by me." Repeating the words over in his head he was sure that was all right. His emerald eyes were now staring into her sapphires, which were now sparkling with moisture which was glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks.
She avoided eye contact with him any longer, weeping. She was shaking with a sadness she never knew before...she would have never fallen in love if she knew it would come to this. She felt like an idiot, crying in front of him. She couldn't stand it anymore...she fled. Hysterical with emotion she burst from the room and ran. Ran as far away from Harry as she could. He was calling after her and she didn't care. She just ran. Ran away from everything.
/end flashback/
Sadness touched Ginny only for a moment, recalling what she felt, which she now knew as nothing like love. 'That can't possibly be love, when you can just forget like I have.' She told herself. 'but have you really forgotten?' another part of her asked. She pondered for a moment, contemplating whether she really had. 'Yes.' She finally replied, never so sure of herself before in her life. She knew she didn't love him.
Lately she had been feel weird, though. A light emptiness creeping inside of her...that she wasn't sure what to make out of it. But, slowly she felt the night grasp her, eyelids finally began to droop and relaxing into the warmth of her old bed. She smiled, despite it all. Harry was her friend, she didn't carelessly love him anymore, nor did she think she ever truly loved him. 'Besides,' she thought, turning over to face Hermione's back, 'Ron kicked his ass!' Smiling, she drifted to sleep, however she still couldn't shake the feeling that for some reason something inside of her was materializing. Something she couldn't understand.
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Mrs. Weasley rose them the next morning, fussing over breakfast and yelled something about a cockroach in the eggs, in what sounded like it was coming from Fred and Georges' room.
Hermione was slightly shaking Ginny, whos eyes were creeping open, filling with the light of the room pouring in from the window. "Gin, you gotta wake up! We're going to Diagon Ally today!" She was already fully dressed in a red sweater and what looked like a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of old jeans. Warmly smiling at her friend as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Hermione slipped out the door, shutting it behind her so Ginny could dress, heading downstairs to grab a piece of toast.
Ginny lazily flumped out of bed, padding across the room to rummage through her drawers for some warm clothes. A few minutes later she was walking down the stairs, pulling a dark blue sweatshirt sloppily over her head. Accepting the toast that was pushed into her hand by her mother as she threw a bit of floo powder into the fireplace, stepping in. "Diagon Ally!" she said clearly. And she was gone.
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A/N: short chapter, I'm sry! They'll be longer ones to come, I promise! Hopefully I'll scrape some *great* reviewers up!
R/R PLEASE!
Summary: well, summaries aren't my bright spot but basically Ginny and Hermione are both troubled about something growing inside of them...but what happens when the one person who /could/ help neither can't turn to? R/R
WARNING: it is R, mostly for language, if you're searching for smut, you wont find it right off the bat. You might not even find it, because this is FAR from PWP. But who knows? ME =D but that's okay, because I'm not sure yet either! Enjoy. And just a reminder, this story is labeled DRAMA also, and for a reason, so if you're looking for a perfect thing going on between the two Gryffindors, then turn your curser around and hit the back button now. Thanx =D
-Gem (aka Korie)
__________________________________
Chapter 1
Virginia Weasley lie in wake allowing the watchful beams of moonlight bathe over her as she stared at the stars, from her bed, out her window. It was the summer after her fourth year, and currently there was but a month left before September the first. Harry and Hermione had arrived at The Burrow yesterday afternoon to stay for the rest of the summer holidays. Hermione was sound asleep next to her, her back faced the door of Ginny's bedroom.
She concluded it must have been nearly midnight, and yet she was wide awake. Sighing as she thought of Harry, she could suppress the smile draw to her face. He had defiantly filled out, girls would be ALL over him next year. She couldn't help but laugh at her 14 year old self at being so foolish keeping after him for all these years when she knew she could never have him.
She'd slightly gotten over this fact and learned to laugh at herself and control her emotions. At first, she had cried over it. A lot. She thought she'd been in love. She figured she was wrong, now. She didn't like him anymore, she was now his friend. Yes she did love him, but not as she thought she had. She thought of him as a brother. Thinking of the conversation they had had earlier this year, during school, had only left her thoughts relieved, now.
/flashback/
"Ginny?" Harry said, grabbing her forearm stopping her from walking into the Great Hall with Hermione, Ron, and Neville. Her deep blue eyes met brilliant green, smiling at him. "We need to talk," he stated.
"All right," she answered, her smile fading a little. "We'll meet up with you guys later!" she called to the others.
"Okay," said Hermione, winking.
Ginny rolled her eyes and followed Harry away from the Great Hall. A right, a left, another left, right, left, right, right, and finally Harry opened a door and lead Ginny in, swishing his wand, commanding lights.
"Ginny," he started. But he couldn't continue...he was a little lost for correct words, even though he'd tried to practice.
"Yes, Harry?" she looked at him sincerely, her head cocked to the side a little
"Ginny, I - I want to tell you something...but I don't know how to say it..."
"Harry, you're m-my friend, you can tell me anything."
" Well, I really don't want to say this but I think I have to..." he grasped desperately for polite words, his green eyes flickering up to her blue one every now and then, otherwise staring at his fidgeting hands. She nodded. "Ginny, I - I understand that you've liked me, it's not new news...but, it will, never - well, um, I mean to say-" her slight smile was slowly vanishing. Sighing, he took her smaller hands gently into his looking into her eyes, searching there for the right words. "I mean to say that Ginny, I love you, you're like a sister I never knew I had, but that's part of the reason I can't be with you. I don't want to see you get hurt, and most of all by me." Repeating the words over in his head he was sure that was all right. His emerald eyes were now staring into her sapphires, which were now sparkling with moisture which was glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks.
She avoided eye contact with him any longer, weeping. She was shaking with a sadness she never knew before...she would have never fallen in love if she knew it would come to this. She felt like an idiot, crying in front of him. She couldn't stand it anymore...she fled. Hysterical with emotion she burst from the room and ran. Ran as far away from Harry as she could. He was calling after her and she didn't care. She just ran. Ran away from everything.
/end flashback/
Sadness touched Ginny only for a moment, recalling what she felt, which she now knew as nothing like love. 'That can't possibly be love, when you can just forget like I have.' She told herself. 'but have you really forgotten?' another part of her asked. She pondered for a moment, contemplating whether she really had. 'Yes.' She finally replied, never so sure of herself before in her life. She knew she didn't love him.
Lately she had been feel weird, though. A light emptiness creeping inside of her...that she wasn't sure what to make out of it. But, slowly she felt the night grasp her, eyelids finally began to droop and relaxing into the warmth of her old bed. She smiled, despite it all. Harry was her friend, she didn't carelessly love him anymore, nor did she think she ever truly loved him. 'Besides,' she thought, turning over to face Hermione's back, 'Ron kicked his ass!' Smiling, she drifted to sleep, however she still couldn't shake the feeling that for some reason something inside of her was materializing. Something she couldn't understand.
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Mrs. Weasley rose them the next morning, fussing over breakfast and yelled something about a cockroach in the eggs, in what sounded like it was coming from Fred and Georges' room.
Hermione was slightly shaking Ginny, whos eyes were creeping open, filling with the light of the room pouring in from the window. "Gin, you gotta wake up! We're going to Diagon Ally today!" She was already fully dressed in a red sweater and what looked like a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of old jeans. Warmly smiling at her friend as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Hermione slipped out the door, shutting it behind her so Ginny could dress, heading downstairs to grab a piece of toast.
Ginny lazily flumped out of bed, padding across the room to rummage through her drawers for some warm clothes. A few minutes later she was walking down the stairs, pulling a dark blue sweatshirt sloppily over her head. Accepting the toast that was pushed into her hand by her mother as she threw a bit of floo powder into the fireplace, stepping in. "Diagon Ally!" she said clearly. And she was gone.
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A/N: short chapter, I'm sry! They'll be longer ones to come, I promise! Hopefully I'll scrape some *great* reviewers up!
R/R PLEASE!