Ginny and Harry walked around the grounds for most of the afternoon. They
talked about almost everything, even Quidditch, which to Harry's surprise,
Ginny knew a lot about. Things were going great until Harry brought up the
subject of dating. Ginny almost broke down in tears, and Harry was
surprised at this.
"It's alright Gin," Harry said, putting an arm around her shoulders. She put her head on his shoulder, as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Harry wasn't that good with crying girls. Even when he was with Cho, he couldn't think of things to say to make her feel better, but always worse.
Ginny sniffed softly and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. 'Dammit, I had to go and cry. Harry must think I'm like Cho,' Ginny thought to herself, as she continued to walk with her eyes looking down at the ground.
After a moment of silence, Harry grabbed Ginny's arm and stopped. This started Ginny so much that she let out a small gasp. Her nerves calmed down when she realized it was only Harry.
"Harry, do you like to make my heart beat out of control? Stop startling me," Ginny said.
"Sorry Gin," Harry said, letting go of her arm. "It's just that..."
"It's just what, Harry?" Ginny asked, looking up into his green eyes.
"It's just that you're like a sister to me, and I don't like to see you hurt. Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"
Ginny sighed. "Harry, I'm fine. Do I look like I'm not?"
"No, it's just that you worry me sometimes."
Ginny smiled. "I'm glad you care Harry but I'm fine, really, I am." Harry looked down at her skeptically, but just smiled.
"Alright Gin, but you know you can always come to me."
"I know, Harry. I know," Ginny said. She gave Harry a hug. "I got to get going. I promised Hermione that I would help her with something." And with that she ran back to the castle, leaving Harry behind.
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Ginny jumped on her bed, and grabbed the book and quill that was under pillow. After Hermione found it, she had to find it another hiding place. She knew that Hermione meant well when she read it, but Ginny still couldn't help but feel like her privacy was invaded. She started to scribble down line after line. She was surprised that the questions she wrote correspond to each other.
Questions
Would you comfort me when I'm down?
Would you look my way if you saw me in town?
Would you be there for me if I cried?
Would you even try?
Could we ever be more than friends?
Or does it all depend?
Did you know I would always be there?
Did you know I would always care?
Was it right to tell you how I feel?
Am I sure this is for real?
Would you come running if I called your name?
If I told you I loved you, would it be the same?
Ginny laughed out loud. 'That was lame,' she thought. She heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she yelled.
"Ginny, it's me, Hermione. Harry, Ron and I are going to go down to the kitchen, do you want anything?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking!" Ginny replied.
"You sure?" Hermione persisted.
"Sure as I'll ever be! Besides, I'm tired."
"Alright. G'night Ginny."
"Night Hermione."
"It's alright Gin," Harry said, putting an arm around her shoulders. She put her head on his shoulder, as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Harry wasn't that good with crying girls. Even when he was with Cho, he couldn't think of things to say to make her feel better, but always worse.
Ginny sniffed softly and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. 'Dammit, I had to go and cry. Harry must think I'm like Cho,' Ginny thought to herself, as she continued to walk with her eyes looking down at the ground.
After a moment of silence, Harry grabbed Ginny's arm and stopped. This started Ginny so much that she let out a small gasp. Her nerves calmed down when she realized it was only Harry.
"Harry, do you like to make my heart beat out of control? Stop startling me," Ginny said.
"Sorry Gin," Harry said, letting go of her arm. "It's just that..."
"It's just what, Harry?" Ginny asked, looking up into his green eyes.
"It's just that you're like a sister to me, and I don't like to see you hurt. Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"
Ginny sighed. "Harry, I'm fine. Do I look like I'm not?"
"No, it's just that you worry me sometimes."
Ginny smiled. "I'm glad you care Harry but I'm fine, really, I am." Harry looked down at her skeptically, but just smiled.
"Alright Gin, but you know you can always come to me."
"I know, Harry. I know," Ginny said. She gave Harry a hug. "I got to get going. I promised Hermione that I would help her with something." And with that she ran back to the castle, leaving Harry behind.
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Ginny jumped on her bed, and grabbed the book and quill that was under pillow. After Hermione found it, she had to find it another hiding place. She knew that Hermione meant well when she read it, but Ginny still couldn't help but feel like her privacy was invaded. She started to scribble down line after line. She was surprised that the questions she wrote correspond to each other.
Questions
Would you comfort me when I'm down?
Would you look my way if you saw me in town?
Would you be there for me if I cried?
Would you even try?
Could we ever be more than friends?
Or does it all depend?
Did you know I would always be there?
Did you know I would always care?
Was it right to tell you how I feel?
Am I sure this is for real?
Would you come running if I called your name?
If I told you I loved you, would it be the same?
Ginny laughed out loud. 'That was lame,' she thought. She heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she yelled.
"Ginny, it's me, Hermione. Harry, Ron and I are going to go down to the kitchen, do you want anything?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking!" Ginny replied.
"You sure?" Hermione persisted.
"Sure as I'll ever be! Besides, I'm tired."
"Alright. G'night Ginny."
"Night Hermione."