Remember Me
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Disclaimer- I don't know who YOU think I am, but I think I have a pretty good idea. And that idea does not include J.K. Rowling, but it includes reading a lot of her books over and over and over again. Anyways, that means I don't own Harry Potter… sorry to disappoint you.
Chapter 3 I Want To Know
Ginny
Waiting for something that isn't there…
I woke up and there was no Harry. There was no Ron, no Hermoine, just me and the empty room. The bandages on me where still tightly wrapped, making every breath feel suppressed, but in a refreshing sort of way.
Hermoine walked into the room and squealed with excitement. "Oh, Ginny! Harry said you were awake and I didn't believe him! Well… I couldn't really. I mean, we have been worried sick! Your brother is sick from worrying and I'm afraid even though your awake he wont be well for at least another week."
I looked down. "I-I'm sorry." I muttered. "I didn't mean to hurt my brother."
Hermoine looked at me with shock. "Oh no, you didn't! He got sick on his own terms too, really. Playing so much quidditch and all, he really shouldn't be out in the rain. And I have quite enjoyed it really. I've been able to be with him… I mean, be without him. That's it."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh sure, 'Moine. That's it."
She blushed but had a stern look upon her face. "I'm serious."
I giggled. "If you weren't blushing, I might have believed you."
After about three days, the nurse said I could leave. I was just arranging new bandages in smaller amounts because I had mostly healed up, when Harry walked in. He let out a small yell again, seeing as though I yet again was half-naked, yet this time I only had a bra and underwear on.
"Harry, how do you choose your moments?" I asked, watching his face go read. Then I turned and slid on some loose pyjama pants and a grey loose top, brushing my hair and letting it wave down on my shoulders. I wasn't aloud to wear the robes just yet, the nurse wanted me to stay out of itchy, heavy, or tight materials, and the robes could sometimes be tight, and they were heavy.
"I came because I knew you were going to be let out today." He said.
I curled my lips. "Oh. Who sent you?" I asked.
Harry looked up at me. "Um… no one?"
"Really?" I asked smiling.
"Yeah. Why so surprised?"
"No reason really." I answered. My heart was leaping, and I didn't know if feeling like this was good for it. He had come on his own accounts, and admitted it like it were nothing. I knew he had came on his own almost every other time he ever came to see me, it was just that getting him to admit it was a different story.
"Sorry if I ever made you doubt me." He said jokingly.
I nodded. "Ahu."
He smiled and we walked down the spiral staircase, as pictures waved to Harry and I."
"Good morning Miss Weasley. I trust you are well once again?" A man on horseback said nodding.
"Why, thank you. I am." I smiled.
"Nice to see you Ginny."
I gave a warm smile to the small girl leading her owl with her in the painting. "You too." I answered.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Popular with the paintings?"
I only nudged him playfully with my elbow and found him rubbing the spot a minute later like he was trying to hide that it hurt.
"You know, I missed you." He said as we reached the staircases. We walked into the library and into one of the columns filled on one side with books about old wizards that were close to the breaking point.
"Really?" I asked.
He nodded. "And I really was worried when they said you were in a coma, I helped as much as I could you know, but no one really cared about that sort of a thing and neither did I, I only wanted you to be okay, because I'm a friend of yours but you already knew that and…"
I started to laugh and he stopped his long run-on sentence. He looked at me with a crooked smile.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Oh, just shut up Harry."
I pulled him by his Griffindor tie, up against me and the bookshelf, pressing my lips against his and moving my body up against his. He let out a low moan, never releasing his lips from mine, as I moved my back down the bookshelf and up again. He moved against me, pressing my back against the bookshelf.
Then a thought hit me, and I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was kissing Harry. The world around me became a blur, it was only me and him, and the only noise I could hear were his occasional low moans of approval, as we kissed and he moved his hands up and down his waist. I played with the hair on the back of his neck and head, running my fingers through it.
Suddenly, I could hear a voice and I soon realized it was Hermoine. Harry had noticed to, because he departed quickly, smoothed down his robes and grabbed a book from the opposite shelf. Then I grabbed one from my shelf, as Hermoine had just turned the corner.
"Oh Ginny, you're out of bed." She said smiling. "Harry." She nodded. "What are you two doing here?"
I looked at the cover of my book. "Studying up on… 'Lisa Lilly's Life'." I answered. "How catchy."
I looked over at Harry who had seemed to just looked down at his book and a look of horror struck his face. One, his book was upside down. Two, there was a picture of a moley, naked wizards butt on the cover. He threw the book over his head and it landed on the other side of the shelf before Hermoine could see what he was holding.
"I'm with her." He said as a bunch of young second years screamed out in disgust.
"Who threw that?" One girl asked.
"Well, I'm off. I have to find another book for Ron and I to read." She said.
We nodded. We were going to be off too, before those second years came round to see who had thrown the book.
Harry and I left laughing out loud. We stumbled down the corridor as we giggled and then Harry pulled me into an empty dead-end and started kissing me again.
I laughed under his playful kisses and then he looked me straight in the eye and whispered, "I want you. I have for a long time."
I kissed him again and then bit his bottom lip. He opened his mouth quickly, allowing my tongue to gain access of his smooth mouth. We stay there kissing for a long time and I parted breathlessly. He was the best kisser ever, and the only one I wanted to have kiss me.
I kissed him lightly again, but he put a finger to my lips. He checked his watch and then smiled at me.
"I have to go…" He said running his lips lightly over my hair and kissing my cheek. "Quidditch practice."
I nodded and he left just as quickly as he came, down the corridor, making a right, and disappearing. I headed up to the Griffindor common room, planning to make use of this time to see my brother. Poor Ron, stuck in bed with Hermoine leaning over him, checking his homework and reading him facts out of books she had already read a million times.
I whispered the password gently to the picture and she gave me a nod, welcoming me back. Then I walked in, still having the scent of fresh grass and morning dew on me from Harry. I sighed and Ran up the empty staircase to the boy's room. I listened through the door and heard people mumbling of something. It sounded like Hermoine and Ron, so I figured it would be safe to walk in.
I twisted the knob, opened it a crack and saw Hermoine and Ron under the covers of his bed. I could only see her on top of someone, her back facing me and her long hair flowing like a waterfall down her back and over her shoulders.
I could hear whispering mumbles from my brother, and giggles from Hermoine as she moved her head down toward his face and kissed his neck and lips passionately.
I left quickly, not wanting to see what would happen next, and walked out of the common room and into the halls, willing to see Carla and Natalie, shoving my good, returned health in their faces, even though I wasn't in the best of shape.
I didn't even have to go looking for Carla. She was standing in the corner, talking to some Slytherin boys and laughing about something.
I walked up toward them and Carla noticed my presence.
"Oh. Your still alive?" She asked with pursed lips.
I laughed. "And for a long time to come." I said.
"I don't think you are right." She said.
The boys and her began to circle around me like vultures over a dead carcass. I frowned at my situation. I didn't even mean to get myself into this.
"Well?" Carla said to the boys. "Do something about her being in my way." She said.
They were about to beat me up when I heard a strong voice.
"Leave her the hell alone you dirty, good-for-nothing bastards."
I didn't dare look up. I knew that voice all too well, and it confused me in a way. I wasn't about to say something about it though.
"Or what?" Carla asked.
I saw his hands, twirling a wand in-between his slender fingers. "Oh I don't know…" He said as the other boys began to back away slowly and run off in different directions. "I'm mighty good at bad spells."
I heard Carla scamper away and I was left alone with him.
"Hello, Malfoy." I whispered.
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