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Here's another chapter, I hope it's not a bit slow in starting...I'm just developing a background for the plot.
-Sam
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"And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture..
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"Ginny!" Hermione's voice was shrill, somewhere a very large very old window cracked.
"Ginny, listen here, this is your 6th year, you need to pay more attention!What about exams?What about homework?What about-" Ginny's head slowly turned to meet her friend's, a blank expression on her face. It accured to her that she had been staring at her Potions homework for the past 20 minutes, without progress.
"Huh?" no exactly an intelligent responce...but it'll do, she thought
"Isn't that essay due tomorrow?You know, the one on the medical use of porcupine needles...shouldn't you be working?" sometimes (all the time) Ginny thought Hermione had not only memorized her own homework, but the entire Gyrffindor House. She tried to smile a bit and gave a hopeless shrug
"Yes, I suppose it is...I think I'll just have a bathroom brake" and before Hermione had a chance to stop her, she ran off out of the library. She really should have been working, but right now a week long detention scrubbing bed pans almost seemed better then sitting down with Hermione and doing her work. Usually she was very good about those things, it was her brother Ron that usually counted on Hermione for work to copy.
Once she was in the corridor though, she realized she really had no use to go to the bathroom. She didn't really know what she had been planning to do...the lie had flown from her lips like her mother's famous cure all puffer-eye potion. She stood still for several seconds, pondering what to do (because she certainly didn't want to back into the library) when the bell rung, and students began to rush out of their respective classes for lunch. A scrawny boy with dark hair about her age pushed past her in a hurry, knocking Ginny sideways. She steadied herself against the wall and was about to give him a rude glare (as she recognized him as a Slytherin) when he quickly looked back
"Excuse me" he said the words so quietly she barely heard them
She opened her mouth to reply...but he was already lost in a crowd of Hufflepuff first years.Ginny bit her lip, not many Slytherins remembered manners and she had the nagging feeling she had seen him somewhere before, although she couldn't remember his name. She never had a chance to think of it further however, because it was then Hermione found her.
"Lunch already, times sure flys when your having fun doesn't it?" Ginny held back a snicker, only Hermione could actually love tedious homework so much. It was lunch time though, and there was no point standing around the Library corridor like an idiot...
"Sure" Ginny agreed, "Let's go to lunch"
Of course, once Ginny actually got down to the great hall, she almost wished she hadn't bothered. Hermione immediately took her usual seat between Ron (Harry hardly ever came down for meals) and Ginny took the only empty spot available, the one directly across from her boyfriend, Dean Thomas. On the train ride home her previous year Ginny had jokingly insinuated that her and Dean were going together. She had only said to send Ron of his rocker, but before she knew it Dean had gotten word that she "fancied" him. He asked her out to Hogsmead when school started back up and as it turned out he was actually a great guy and they got on pretty well. However, he had been acting very strangely lately...avoiding her eye, ignoring her in the halls. Something was wrong, she knew...but whenever she asked what he would quickly changed the subject.
"Hullo, Dean" Ginny tried to smile cheerfully as she reached for the mashed potatoes, thinking that the best approach was to act as though nothing was wrong.Dean, who had been about to reply to something Seamus Finnagin had said, stopped mid-sentence and turned to Ginny.
"Uh" he cleared his throat "Hello, Virginia...how are you this...fine afternoon?" Ginny raised an eyebrow and jokingly raised her palm to Dean's forehead
"Nope, no fever...you never call me Virginia, you know I hate it...what's with you Dean?" she laughed a little, it sounded fake.Dean licked his lips, cleared his throat another time and mumbled something that sounded very much like "I dunno" followed by an "Ow! What was that for?" because Seamus had just given him a sharp jab in the ribs.
"Uh...Ginny...I need to tell you something, promise you won't be mad?" Dean glanced at Seamus one more time (who gave him a look that seemed to say "Get on with it!") and then back at Ginny
"Ithinkmaybeweshouldbrakeup" Ginny dropped the roll she had been buttering, the knife clattered noisily to the floor.
"Excuse me?" but she knew damn well what he had said
"I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore" Dean paused "Or talked.Or sat together...and I'll give you those Muggle Studies notes you lent me back, and the Weasley sweater your mum knitted me and-"
Ginny yelled something in the heat of the moment that would have caused Mrs.Weasley to wash her mouth out with soap. The whole Gyffindor table stared at her, open mouthed.
"Maybe I should have told you in private..." Dean laughed nervously and looked at his lap, his plate, anywhere but Ginny's face, which was probably a good thing because redheads don't look very pretty when their angry and near tears.
"Ginny, you have to understand" Dean's dark cheeks were tinged with pink and he was whispering desperetly now, trying to calm Ginny who was near frantic, "You have to understand, this is for the best...you have to know I care about to Ginny, that's why I-"
"Stop it!" Ginny gathered here bag and struggled to get up from the table, she felt like every eye in the hall was on her. She managed to stand up, but tripped on the strap of her bag and fell to the floor
"Ginny I'm sorry...I'll give you back that fudge you gave me the other week...there's still a couple peices left!" Dean stood up just as she did
"Don't bother!" she spat, furiously brushing her red hair from her eyes. Dean moved to follow her as she ran out of the hall, but Seamus grabbed his friend's arm and shook his head.
"Come, Mate...it's for the best" Dean sighed and sat back down
"Yeah, your right. I really thought she'd go for the fudge bit though..."
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...But then hurt agian from time to time like these"
- Jack Johnson
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Remember to review!
Here's another chapter, I hope it's not a bit slow in starting...I'm just developing a background for the plot.
-Sam
- - - -
"And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture..
- - - -
"Ginny!" Hermione's voice was shrill, somewhere a very large very old window cracked.
"Ginny, listen here, this is your 6th year, you need to pay more attention!What about exams?What about homework?What about-" Ginny's head slowly turned to meet her friend's, a blank expression on her face. It accured to her that she had been staring at her Potions homework for the past 20 minutes, without progress.
"Huh?" no exactly an intelligent responce...but it'll do, she thought
"Isn't that essay due tomorrow?You know, the one on the medical use of porcupine needles...shouldn't you be working?" sometimes (all the time) Ginny thought Hermione had not only memorized her own homework, but the entire Gyrffindor House. She tried to smile a bit and gave a hopeless shrug
"Yes, I suppose it is...I think I'll just have a bathroom brake" and before Hermione had a chance to stop her, she ran off out of the library. She really should have been working, but right now a week long detention scrubbing bed pans almost seemed better then sitting down with Hermione and doing her work. Usually she was very good about those things, it was her brother Ron that usually counted on Hermione for work to copy.
Once she was in the corridor though, she realized she really had no use to go to the bathroom. She didn't really know what she had been planning to do...the lie had flown from her lips like her mother's famous cure all puffer-eye potion. She stood still for several seconds, pondering what to do (because she certainly didn't want to back into the library) when the bell rung, and students began to rush out of their respective classes for lunch. A scrawny boy with dark hair about her age pushed past her in a hurry, knocking Ginny sideways. She steadied herself against the wall and was about to give him a rude glare (as she recognized him as a Slytherin) when he quickly looked back
"Excuse me" he said the words so quietly she barely heard them
She opened her mouth to reply...but he was already lost in a crowd of Hufflepuff first years.Ginny bit her lip, not many Slytherins remembered manners and she had the nagging feeling she had seen him somewhere before, although she couldn't remember his name. She never had a chance to think of it further however, because it was then Hermione found her.
"Lunch already, times sure flys when your having fun doesn't it?" Ginny held back a snicker, only Hermione could actually love tedious homework so much. It was lunch time though, and there was no point standing around the Library corridor like an idiot...
"Sure" Ginny agreed, "Let's go to lunch"
Of course, once Ginny actually got down to the great hall, she almost wished she hadn't bothered. Hermione immediately took her usual seat between Ron (Harry hardly ever came down for meals) and Ginny took the only empty spot available, the one directly across from her boyfriend, Dean Thomas. On the train ride home her previous year Ginny had jokingly insinuated that her and Dean were going together. She had only said to send Ron of his rocker, but before she knew it Dean had gotten word that she "fancied" him. He asked her out to Hogsmead when school started back up and as it turned out he was actually a great guy and they got on pretty well. However, he had been acting very strangely lately...avoiding her eye, ignoring her in the halls. Something was wrong, she knew...but whenever she asked what he would quickly changed the subject.
"Hullo, Dean" Ginny tried to smile cheerfully as she reached for the mashed potatoes, thinking that the best approach was to act as though nothing was wrong.Dean, who had been about to reply to something Seamus Finnagin had said, stopped mid-sentence and turned to Ginny.
"Uh" he cleared his throat "Hello, Virginia...how are you this...fine afternoon?" Ginny raised an eyebrow and jokingly raised her palm to Dean's forehead
"Nope, no fever...you never call me Virginia, you know I hate it...what's with you Dean?" she laughed a little, it sounded fake.Dean licked his lips, cleared his throat another time and mumbled something that sounded very much like "I dunno" followed by an "Ow! What was that for?" because Seamus had just given him a sharp jab in the ribs.
"Uh...Ginny...I need to tell you something, promise you won't be mad?" Dean glanced at Seamus one more time (who gave him a look that seemed to say "Get on with it!") and then back at Ginny
"Ithinkmaybeweshouldbrakeup" Ginny dropped the roll she had been buttering, the knife clattered noisily to the floor.
"Excuse me?" but she knew damn well what he had said
"I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore" Dean paused "Or talked.Or sat together...and I'll give you those Muggle Studies notes you lent me back, and the Weasley sweater your mum knitted me and-"
Ginny yelled something in the heat of the moment that would have caused Mrs.Weasley to wash her mouth out with soap. The whole Gyffindor table stared at her, open mouthed.
"Maybe I should have told you in private..." Dean laughed nervously and looked at his lap, his plate, anywhere but Ginny's face, which was probably a good thing because redheads don't look very pretty when their angry and near tears.
"Ginny, you have to understand" Dean's dark cheeks were tinged with pink and he was whispering desperetly now, trying to calm Ginny who was near frantic, "You have to understand, this is for the best...you have to know I care about to Ginny, that's why I-"
"Stop it!" Ginny gathered here bag and struggled to get up from the table, she felt like every eye in the hall was on her. She managed to stand up, but tripped on the strap of her bag and fell to the floor
"Ginny I'm sorry...I'll give you back that fudge you gave me the other week...there's still a couple peices left!" Dean stood up just as she did
"Don't bother!" she spat, furiously brushing her red hair from her eyes. Dean moved to follow her as she ran out of the hall, but Seamus grabbed his friend's arm and shook his head.
"Come, Mate...it's for the best" Dean sighed and sat back down
"Yeah, your right. I really thought she'd go for the fudge bit though..."
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...But then hurt agian from time to time like these"
- Jack Johnson
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