A/N: Please don't rush me. I take a long time to write chapters because I
want them to be good, and to be perfect. (In my eyes anyway). Another
reason I take a long time to post is because I don't want to leave you with
a cliffhanger. I know some readers hate them, so I try to stay away from
them. So here's chapter 5. I hope you like it. Don't forget to review. (
Chapter 5
She stood a few stairs up from the door she just slammed. She placed her hand over her racing heart. Butterflies swirled in her stomach, laced with regret. She leaning against the cold stonewall and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd let that moment go too far. Even though it when too far, she didn't regret it completely.
'Get a hold of yourself!' she thought, and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
~*~
The silence in the common room was leaving a ringing in his ears. He felt like he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life. Licking his lips, he remembered the passion that radiated off her when she kissed him. How he'd wish he hadn't let her go.
~*~*~*~
Ginny spent a good part of that morning in her dorm, trying to avoid the awkwardness she knew she'd have to face. Putting it off seemed to be the only solution. She checked her watch after getting up from her bed. 12:30. It was lunchtime, and her stomach had been reminding her for about a half hour now.
She was brushing out her hair, when the dorm door opened and Hermione stepped in.
"Ginny Weasley."
"Yes 'mam?" Ginny turned and said with a forced smile.
"Don't you pull that," she said, "What are you hiding from?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione approached her, fisted hands on her hips.
"The last time you camped out here is when Seamas broke up with you. What's wrong?"
Ginny cast her eyes down. She did want to tell Hermione, but she didn't all at the same time. Risking friendship, she dove in and told Hermione everything.
"And I just walked away, telling him it wasn't right." Ginny and Hermione were sitting on the edge of her bed now.
"Wow." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny sighed and hung her head.
"Why are you seeing this as a bad thing?" She asked.
Ginny's brows drew together in confusion looking at her friend. "Because, Ron would flip. And the last thing I want to do it ruin a perfectly fine friendship, along with my reputation."
Hermione looked at Ginny in disbelief. "Ginny, I've never thought you to be someone who cared what others thought. Who cares what it does to your reputation, as long as you're happy." She smiled and put her hand on Ginny's shoulder, "And Ron would get over it. If Harry truly likes you, which it sounds like he does, then go for it."
Ginny smiled at her friend too, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Plus," Ginny spread a malicious grin on her face, "you could always *distract* Ron."
"Ginny!" Hermione said, shoving her playfully and laughing. But Ginny saw the pink rise in her cheeks.
~*~
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked during a game of chess in front of the common room fire.
"Nothing," he murmured, not taking his eyes from the pieces in front of him. He stared hard at the chessboard.
"You've been quiet."
"So?" Harry ordered his bishop to move.
"So, what are you hiding?"
"Hiding?" Harry looked up then, to see Ron watching him.
"Yeah, hiding."
Certainly he wasn't going to tell Ron. That was Plan Z. 'Make something up.' He thought quickly.
"I haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep lately." He knew it sounded lame, but it was the first thing that came to his mind. Then he frowned when Ron's pawn smashed his bishop.
"Oh." Ron said. Harry ordered his queen to move. Ron grinned and poked his king along.
"Checkmate."
~*~
Hermione had convinced her to come downstairs, and Ginny followed her with reluctance.
Ron was just packing away the chessboard and pieces, when they stepped out from the Girls' dormitory. Ginny flushed, and tried to hide it. God, she felt like an embarrassed 5-year-old. Childish blushing. It was only a kiss. Only a kiss that sent her heart racing at a wild speed, and caused her mind to fog, she reminded herself. She cursed her feminine hormones as she sat next to Hermione on the couch.
"Ron, don't you have homework to do?" Hermione asked. Ginny instantly caught on, and understood what Hermione was doing. Boy, she was really bad at being sneaky.
"Yes, but I don't want do to it now." He laughed. Mental eye roll, and Ron was slow on the uptake. She silently laughed at her think-headed older brother. He tucked the board under his arm and watched Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure you do." Said Hermione threateningly.
"No," said Ron. The man couldn't take a bloody hint, and Ginny chuckled. "What are you laughing at?" Ron asked her, smiling.
"Nothing," she smiled back at him. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Women." He started to walk toward the boys' dorm.
"I wouldn't talk like that around Ginny." A smile twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked over at her.
"Why not?" Ron asked. Hermione just watched each face as the person spoke.
"No reason." He winked. Ginny swallowed hard, then felt a hard elbow in her ribs.
"Ow." She turned to see Hermione smiling.
"Well, I'm going to Lunch. See you." And she got up and left. Ron wandered upstairs.
She rubbed her side where Hermione had elbowed her.
'Go for it,' Hermione's voice whispered in her head. Before she knew it, she felt Harry sit down next to her. She all but wanted to move away, but something held her there.
"Ginny-" he started.
She broke him off, "No, me first." She shifted to look at him better. "I-" She watched as he reached out and held her hands in his, and he softly caressed the tops of her hands with his thumbs. A small shiver ran down her spine. "I just wanted to say sorry."
"Sorry? For what?"
"Um," She looked away.
"You think what happened was a mistake." He said simply. She looked back at him now, and nodded. He moved closer to her, closing the gap she'd created between them. She moistened her lips as the butterflies grew inside her. He'd released her hands.
She was staring into the fire, concentrating on not letting him get to her, but it wasn't working.
He watched the battle in her eyes, and the fire flicker in them. He wanted to touch her, and make that worry in her eyes vanish. So, he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face to look at him. She was chewing on her lower lip, and it was a cute gesture he'd always loved. It made him grin.
His touch was driving her insane. He was so gentle, and sweet. Everything she'd wanted in a boyfriend. Boyfriend! She thought. Oh jeez.
He tipped her face up a little to study her, and decided. Slowly, he caught her lips with his, moving his hand to her neck. Again, he heard her breath hitch, and her body stiffen. He just moved his thumbs along her jaw line and her neck.
She was melting, right down to the bone. She felt his lips curve under hers. He'd obviously noticed.
'Ron would get over it. Go for it,' Hermione echoed in her head, and that was all the encouragement she needed.
Chapter 5
She stood a few stairs up from the door she just slammed. She placed her hand over her racing heart. Butterflies swirled in her stomach, laced with regret. She leaning against the cold stonewall and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd let that moment go too far. Even though it when too far, she didn't regret it completely.
'Get a hold of yourself!' she thought, and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
~*~
The silence in the common room was leaving a ringing in his ears. He felt like he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life. Licking his lips, he remembered the passion that radiated off her when she kissed him. How he'd wish he hadn't let her go.
~*~*~*~
Ginny spent a good part of that morning in her dorm, trying to avoid the awkwardness she knew she'd have to face. Putting it off seemed to be the only solution. She checked her watch after getting up from her bed. 12:30. It was lunchtime, and her stomach had been reminding her for about a half hour now.
She was brushing out her hair, when the dorm door opened and Hermione stepped in.
"Ginny Weasley."
"Yes 'mam?" Ginny turned and said with a forced smile.
"Don't you pull that," she said, "What are you hiding from?"
"What do you mean?"
Hermione approached her, fisted hands on her hips.
"The last time you camped out here is when Seamas broke up with you. What's wrong?"
Ginny cast her eyes down. She did want to tell Hermione, but she didn't all at the same time. Risking friendship, she dove in and told Hermione everything.
"And I just walked away, telling him it wasn't right." Ginny and Hermione were sitting on the edge of her bed now.
"Wow." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny sighed and hung her head.
"Why are you seeing this as a bad thing?" She asked.
Ginny's brows drew together in confusion looking at her friend. "Because, Ron would flip. And the last thing I want to do it ruin a perfectly fine friendship, along with my reputation."
Hermione looked at Ginny in disbelief. "Ginny, I've never thought you to be someone who cared what others thought. Who cares what it does to your reputation, as long as you're happy." She smiled and put her hand on Ginny's shoulder, "And Ron would get over it. If Harry truly likes you, which it sounds like he does, then go for it."
Ginny smiled at her friend too, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Plus," Ginny spread a malicious grin on her face, "you could always *distract* Ron."
"Ginny!" Hermione said, shoving her playfully and laughing. But Ginny saw the pink rise in her cheeks.
~*~
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked during a game of chess in front of the common room fire.
"Nothing," he murmured, not taking his eyes from the pieces in front of him. He stared hard at the chessboard.
"You've been quiet."
"So?" Harry ordered his bishop to move.
"So, what are you hiding?"
"Hiding?" Harry looked up then, to see Ron watching him.
"Yeah, hiding."
Certainly he wasn't going to tell Ron. That was Plan Z. 'Make something up.' He thought quickly.
"I haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep lately." He knew it sounded lame, but it was the first thing that came to his mind. Then he frowned when Ron's pawn smashed his bishop.
"Oh." Ron said. Harry ordered his queen to move. Ron grinned and poked his king along.
"Checkmate."
~*~
Hermione had convinced her to come downstairs, and Ginny followed her with reluctance.
Ron was just packing away the chessboard and pieces, when they stepped out from the Girls' dormitory. Ginny flushed, and tried to hide it. God, she felt like an embarrassed 5-year-old. Childish blushing. It was only a kiss. Only a kiss that sent her heart racing at a wild speed, and caused her mind to fog, she reminded herself. She cursed her feminine hormones as she sat next to Hermione on the couch.
"Ron, don't you have homework to do?" Hermione asked. Ginny instantly caught on, and understood what Hermione was doing. Boy, she was really bad at being sneaky.
"Yes, but I don't want do to it now." He laughed. Mental eye roll, and Ron was slow on the uptake. She silently laughed at her think-headed older brother. He tucked the board under his arm and watched Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure you do." Said Hermione threateningly.
"No," said Ron. The man couldn't take a bloody hint, and Ginny chuckled. "What are you laughing at?" Ron asked her, smiling.
"Nothing," she smiled back at him. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Women." He started to walk toward the boys' dorm.
"I wouldn't talk like that around Ginny." A smile twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked over at her.
"Why not?" Ron asked. Hermione just watched each face as the person spoke.
"No reason." He winked. Ginny swallowed hard, then felt a hard elbow in her ribs.
"Ow." She turned to see Hermione smiling.
"Well, I'm going to Lunch. See you." And she got up and left. Ron wandered upstairs.
She rubbed her side where Hermione had elbowed her.
'Go for it,' Hermione's voice whispered in her head. Before she knew it, she felt Harry sit down next to her. She all but wanted to move away, but something held her there.
"Ginny-" he started.
She broke him off, "No, me first." She shifted to look at him better. "I-" She watched as he reached out and held her hands in his, and he softly caressed the tops of her hands with his thumbs. A small shiver ran down her spine. "I just wanted to say sorry."
"Sorry? For what?"
"Um," She looked away.
"You think what happened was a mistake." He said simply. She looked back at him now, and nodded. He moved closer to her, closing the gap she'd created between them. She moistened her lips as the butterflies grew inside her. He'd released her hands.
She was staring into the fire, concentrating on not letting him get to her, but it wasn't working.
He watched the battle in her eyes, and the fire flicker in them. He wanted to touch her, and make that worry in her eyes vanish. So, he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face to look at him. She was chewing on her lower lip, and it was a cute gesture he'd always loved. It made him grin.
His touch was driving her insane. He was so gentle, and sweet. Everything she'd wanted in a boyfriend. Boyfriend! She thought. Oh jeez.
He tipped her face up a little to study her, and decided. Slowly, he caught her lips with his, moving his hand to her neck. Again, he heard her breath hitch, and her body stiffen. He just moved his thumbs along her jaw line and her neck.
She was melting, right down to the bone. She felt his lips curve under hers. He'd obviously noticed.
'Ron would get over it. Go for it,' Hermione echoed in her head, and that was all the encouragement she needed.