Remember Me
I hope you guys are enjoying my stories, I am just hoping I wont have to stop because I am enjoying this story. Oh well, I'm going to write this because right now I really feel like continuing, even though this chapter I haven't got many review. Thanks to goody2shoe for keeping my spirits happy! Thought I would mention you, and MaeraHolden, thank you for your constructive insight. Thanks to also, all of my faithful viewers; you never will know how much it means to me!
Disclaimer- If I owned Harry Potter, I would be named J.K. Rowling, not KitKat001. Sorry, not even close and there is no cigar! (Stupid play on words, I know)
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Chapter 4 Knots
Harry
Striking his stomach like rocks…
When I was finished with quidditch, my red Quidditch robes were full of mud, my knuckles were still white from a grip on the snitch, and an imprint of its fine quality markings was written on my hands. I took of my shirt and wiped the sweat that dripped in beads off of my right chest plate with a towel. Then I threw it in a hamper that lay in the middle of the locker room and grabbed another towel.
I was the only one in the locker room. I had stayed lying out in the middle of the practice field, staring at the blue sky thinking of Ginny's sweet rosy cheeks and her delicate laugh.
I stepped into the shower and didn't bother to adjust the knob, as it started to pour out what seemed like buckets of hot lava in dots, onto my back and then it turned warm. I hadn't realized how long Ginny's face had been swimming through my mind, until what used to be steaming water, was now turning very cold.
I dressed into my robes once again and walked out onto the grass, looking around for Ron. He never missed my practices. Then I remembered he was sick in bed. I decided I would get some quality time with him, so I began walking toward Griffindor common room.
I hadn't really been spending as much time as I wished with Hermoine or Ron, and the thought began to itch at the back of my mind. As I walked into the common room, a small voice stopped me when it called out my name.
"Harry…"
I turned and saw a small dark skinned girl with very short, very curly black hair.
"Hello Natalie." I said nodding at her. "Is something wrong?"
Natalie shook her head and then looked to the ground. She looked like Ron, when he was troubled by Ginny's coma. Always staring at people's shoes.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She looked up to me with teary eyes. "Well, maybe something is bothering me. Ginny has always been a nice girl. I used to have friends you know, until my dad wanted to do business with Carla's father. My dad actually gets along with Arthur Weasley you know. Always fascinated with the muggle business."
I nodded. She certainly liked telling stories, and I would rather not hear from her. She was, after all, the one who started this mess. My best friend is sick in bed, Ginny in a coma. She and Carla started it all.
Natalie seemed to not notice I had stopped listening for a moment and she continued, "Well as you can see from what I have said, he forced me to be friends with her. Who knew getting his rich brat of a daughter, friends, was a part of any business deal. Well, when your friends with a stupid brat, no one wants to hang around that. I'm afraid I'm left with nothing now. No friends, my dad is going to no longer have a business deal to complete, my family is going to go down and be dead poor, and Ginny will no longer be nice to me. Oh, Harry. I do have a bit of a problem, and I have to admit, it is my fault."
I nodded. "Yes, it is."
She again looked into my eyes with tears swelling in hers. "What do I do, Harry? I thought it would be good to ask you since you know Ginny well, and you are always in sticky situations, what with he-who-must-not-be-named."
I shrugged. "Oh, Voldemort you mean?" She flinched and I enjoyed seeing that. She stayed calm however and I sighed. How could I not help her? Hermoine was right. She did look sorry.
"I'll talk to Ginny for you." I said simply, and with that, I turned and walked up toward the boy's dormitories so I could see Ron.
I opened the door and Hermoine was just standing up. She looked over to me and jumped a bit, and then gave me a smile.
"Harry, I was just leaving." She said.
I nodded. "That's okay, I was looking for some quality time with Ron." I said.
She nodded and smiled back at Ron as if to say goodbye, and Ron took all the strength he could muster, to give her a smile back. I looked at him and her, their eye contact and the way they smiled. It was like a barrier around the two, and their eye contact did not break till Hermoine walked out of the room.
I sat down in the chair Hermoine was using and looked at his smile that was drawn onto his pale freckled face that usually had more of a red tinge to it.
"What is it with you and her lately?" I asked.
He smiled at me. "She's really special you know, Harry." He answered mesmerized.
"Ahu." I said. "And what's the point? She has always been special."
Ron looked over at me. "I heard. You and my sister making out in the library. Hermoine and I had a good laugh at that one." He said smiling.
I turned pink. "S-she saw?"
"Oh, she see's everything Harry!" Ron said nodding assuredly. "There is nothing I can hide from that woman."
I smiled. "Yeah, me and Ginny… I guess we are sort of a couple now." I said.
He gave a chuckle. "And I, with Hermoine."
He looked over at me for approval, but I had known that my face had turned from a light shade of pink, to being as pale as his.
"W-what? You and 'Moine?" I asked, trying to force a smile on my face.
He nodded, seeing my fake smiling and beaming happily. He must have taken it as a real smile.
"That's great, buddy. Must go though, no time to sit around, really." I whispered.
"Okay. I need some sleep anyways." He said, closing his eyes. I swear he was asleep before I even reached the door and walked through the common room, passing Hermoine who was reading a book and totally mesmerized by it, and passed a worried Natalie.
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"My two best friends, an item! How could they possibly do this to me?" I muttered. I was looking for Ginny, but kept muttering words of anger under my breath. "Betraying me like this, I can not believe them! Who do they think they are? If anything, I thought Hermoine was going to be going after me! I mean, I am Harry Potter."
I jumped out of my thoughts as a camera light flashed in my face. Colin stood there smiling at me and then he said, "I'll call it, 'Thinking Harry'! No, 'Thinking Of Fighting Evil'! Oh boy Harry, your so amazing when fighting off evil!" He said, with the face of a small boy who is meeting their superhero.
I moved past him without speaking, and then realized what I was doing. I was being way too irrational about this 'Hermoine and Ron' thing. I mean, Ron had a right to have Hermoine go after him too, and I mustn't have thought too much about Hermoine in that way since I had been holding Ginny in my arms.
I had to find Ginny, so I started in a jump, running through the halls. Where was I? My mind certainly wasn't at Hogwarts…
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Sorry about that chapter, it might have been boring? First, I wanted to keep you guys from finding out what is up with Draco, just yet. Plus, Harry has to know. If you didn't know what this chapter title meant, and still don't, I think it is important for you to know. It's the hard knots of jealousy. Hmmm… what's going on?
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