Morning came quickly for the four of them, but even quicker for Ginny
and Harry.
Harry was reading his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook when movement from the stairs to the girls' dorm caught his attention. He glanced up to see Ginny coming down the steps, rubbing her eyes.
"Couldn't sleep for long," She explained why she was up so early.
"Uh-huh," Harry grunted in agreement as his eyes widened.
Ginny was still clothed in her nightgown with a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers. The cloth of her nightgown was almost see-through and it clung to her every curve until flowing out gracefully below her hips. When Harry pulled his gaze away from her to glance around the Common Room, it occurred to him that—except for a 2nd year—he was along with Ginny. She seemed to notice too and clasped her hands together, somewhat nervously. He held out a hand to her and she took it, allowing Harry to pull her onto the couch next to him. They sat there for almost 3 minutes. Then Ginny folded her legs under herself, leaving the slippers on the floor.
"You'll be leaving at the end of this year," She informed Harry, as if he didn't already know.
His unruly black hair hell over his face as he nodded. Ginny frowned. All in one quick movement, she turned, threw her arms around Harry's neck, and pressed herself close to him. That took him by surprise, but he hugged her back, stroking her hair as she buried her face in his chest.
"You ok?" He asked, kind of unsure as to why Ginny had become upset. "She pulled away and stared up at 'The Boy Who Lived'.
"Harry...you have no idea how long I've wanted to be in your arms. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you walk into our house. And the feeling has only grown stronger every year! Now...now that I've told you how I feel, you'll be leaving me here!"
Harry was speechless. "I-I dunno what to say!" He stuttered. "The Weasley's will always be my friends, my family! So I'll never really be leaving you-"
"I think I love you Harry..." Ginny said from somewhere near Harry's chest.
He couldn't find the right words to reply and that made her choke back a soft sob.
"Ginny? Harry?" Hermione stepped off the last stair.
Ginny snapped her head up, hopped off the couch, and ran past Hermione up the dorm stairs. Hermione caught the pained expression on Ginny's face and looked at Harry quizzically. Harry just threw up his hands. With a grunt, Ron fell down the last couple steps. He noticed the tension in the air and slowly got up.
Hermione walked over and discreetly hooked her arm with Ron's. Then she turned to Harry, "What was-"
"Nothing!"
Ron and Hermione watched Harry stomp out of the Common Room.
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A short while later, Harry was approaching the Gryffindor table. He stood by where Ginny was seated. She turned around, but did not speak.
"Gin, I'm s-"
She cut him off, "No! Lemme alone!"
Harry hung his head, walking over to an empty spot between Colin Creevy and Neville. He didn't eat much breakfast, but pushed it around on his plate. Throughout breakfast, Ginny kept shooting him looks of either hostility or sadness...Harry couldn't really tell.
"I'll talk to her later..." He said aloud to himself.
By the time the feast was over, it was time for Harry's Quidditch practice. He left the table, barely noticing the absence of two people in the Great Hall...Ginny Weasley and Gregory Goyle!
Harry was reading his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook when movement from the stairs to the girls' dorm caught his attention. He glanced up to see Ginny coming down the steps, rubbing her eyes.
"Couldn't sleep for long," She explained why she was up so early.
"Uh-huh," Harry grunted in agreement as his eyes widened.
Ginny was still clothed in her nightgown with a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers. The cloth of her nightgown was almost see-through and it clung to her every curve until flowing out gracefully below her hips. When Harry pulled his gaze away from her to glance around the Common Room, it occurred to him that—except for a 2nd year—he was along with Ginny. She seemed to notice too and clasped her hands together, somewhat nervously. He held out a hand to her and she took it, allowing Harry to pull her onto the couch next to him. They sat there for almost 3 minutes. Then Ginny folded her legs under herself, leaving the slippers on the floor.
"You'll be leaving at the end of this year," She informed Harry, as if he didn't already know.
His unruly black hair hell over his face as he nodded. Ginny frowned. All in one quick movement, she turned, threw her arms around Harry's neck, and pressed herself close to him. That took him by surprise, but he hugged her back, stroking her hair as she buried her face in his chest.
"You ok?" He asked, kind of unsure as to why Ginny had become upset. "She pulled away and stared up at 'The Boy Who Lived'.
"Harry...you have no idea how long I've wanted to be in your arms. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you walk into our house. And the feeling has only grown stronger every year! Now...now that I've told you how I feel, you'll be leaving me here!"
Harry was speechless. "I-I dunno what to say!" He stuttered. "The Weasley's will always be my friends, my family! So I'll never really be leaving you-"
"I think I love you Harry..." Ginny said from somewhere near Harry's chest.
He couldn't find the right words to reply and that made her choke back a soft sob.
"Ginny? Harry?" Hermione stepped off the last stair.
Ginny snapped her head up, hopped off the couch, and ran past Hermione up the dorm stairs. Hermione caught the pained expression on Ginny's face and looked at Harry quizzically. Harry just threw up his hands. With a grunt, Ron fell down the last couple steps. He noticed the tension in the air and slowly got up.
Hermione walked over and discreetly hooked her arm with Ron's. Then she turned to Harry, "What was-"
"Nothing!"
Ron and Hermione watched Harry stomp out of the Common Room.
:§:-:§:-:§:
A short while later, Harry was approaching the Gryffindor table. He stood by where Ginny was seated. She turned around, but did not speak.
"Gin, I'm s-"
She cut him off, "No! Lemme alone!"
Harry hung his head, walking over to an empty spot between Colin Creevy and Neville. He didn't eat much breakfast, but pushed it around on his plate. Throughout breakfast, Ginny kept shooting him looks of either hostility or sadness...Harry couldn't really tell.
"I'll talk to her later..." He said aloud to himself.
By the time the feast was over, it was time for Harry's Quidditch practice. He left the table, barely noticing the absence of two people in the Great Hall...Ginny Weasley and Gregory Goyle!