Emerald Eyes
Author: Her-mee-o-ninny (but you can call me Danni)
Title: Emerald Eyes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sigh...I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making money from this story.
A/N: Yay! Thank you all so much for the reviews!! You guys really are my inspiration, so pleeaasse keep reading and reviewing!! Thanks! Hmm...anyways, I'm glad my minor character development of Ginny and Hermione is appreciated, so far. Yes, I know that they may act a little different than from how they would in the Harry Potter series, but, hey, it's fanfiction, hehe. At this point, I end up just thinking of ideas for my next chapter until the reviews stop, and when they do, I start writing like crazy, trying to get you the next chapter ASAP. I've decided that I'll be posting this fanfic on Portkey after it's complete, so I can get feedback on it first and see what everyone likes/dislikes. Hope that's ok. Ok, so thank you so much for the reviews and here's chapter three!
Chapter Three: Anger
A ripping noise pierced the unusual silence of the house. A quite sob could be heard every now and then among the quick, frantic rips radiating from the room down the hall. A red-haired boy threw open his door and began stomping down the hallway to find his sister, in tears, sitting amongst a pile of shredded pictures, all of his best friend. Ginny looked at to see her brother, silent for just a moment, before letting out an enormous sob and returning to the stack of pictures behind her.
Ron Weasley let out a sigh, pulled out his wand, and performed a silencing charm on the room. Utterly annoyed, Ron slammed the door, stomped back down the hallway, threw open his door once again, turned around and slammed it shut. This had been a daily routine for Ron for the past few weeks, but he still couldn't let go of his anger and apparently, neither could Ginny. 'How dare Harry say such horrible things about his sister and hope that they all could go back to being the best of friends?' Yes, Ron was stubborn, but in his eyes, even for being his best friend, Harry had gone too far.
Ron remembered the day that Ginny came into the common room, her cheeks stained by tears.
"Ginny," Ron had said, bewildered. "What's the matter?"
"H-Harry b-b-broke up w-with m-me," she sobbed, stuttering from obvious prolonged crying.
"What?! When? Where is he? What did he say? I'll go talk to hi-"
"No!" she interrupted. "R-Ron, listen. H-H-(sigh)Harry said some horrible things and-and I really just want to go to my room. Please, don't make a big deal abou-"
"What horrible things? Ginny? Tell me. I need-"
"No! Leave me alone!" Ginny shouted before running up the stairs to her room. Ron tried to run after her, but it had completely slipped his mind that the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory didn't exactly approve of boys climbing up them, leaving Ron sliding back down the staircase and landing right in front of Harry.
"Ron? What are you doing?" Harry asked, suspisciously, trying not to smirk.
"I should ask the same of you!" Ron retorted angrily. "What are you on, dumping my sister and talking shit about her? Who do you think you are?!"
"What?! I-Ron, what are you talking about? Yeah, I broke up with Ginny this morning, I know she seemed hurt, but I never said anything that should have upset her. Where did you get all this about me saying things about her?"
"From her! Merlin, Harry, you've got some nerve lying to my face. You know what, I'm not dealing with this. Go find a whore to pick up on your way out. You obviously don't want someone like Ginny, who loves you!"
And with that, Ron left the common room, leaving a crowd of Gryffindors staring at Harry, all with shock and anger etched on their faces.
It was now a week before Harry's birthday. The boy with unruly black hair lay sprawled across his bed, attempting to free himself from the scorching heat from outside. Uncle Vernon had made him do yard work throughout the entire day as punishment for letting Hedwig outside during the previous day. Harry was forced into the blanket of heat where he mowed the lawn, watered the plants, weeded the garden, and practically everything else he could possibly do to improve the yard. He finally finished around five, went inside, and collapsed onto his bed.
Just then, he heard a tap at the window. He rolled over clumsily and saw Hedwig. Harry lazily got up and stumbled over to the window to open it. Hedwig flew in gracefully, dropping a letter at Harry's feet, before getting into her cage to refresh herself with a drink of water. Harry looked down at the letter and saw Hermione's neat handwriting on the outside. He picked it up, sat back down on his bed, and began reading.
Harry,
I hope you are well. I am so sorry I haven't written to you all summer. I've just been quite busy with homework and I seemed to have lost track of time. From what Ron has said, he hasn't talked to you since your argument. I'm really sorry, I've been trying to convince him to be on friendly terms with you again, but of course, he just has to be a stubborn git as usual.
Not to complain, but Ginny has been calling me practically everyday since I got home. She is driving me absolutely nuts. You really should speak to her. I don't think you did a good job "severing ties", if you don't mind me saying. At least try to talk to her for me? I've lost enough sleep over her phone calls as it is and at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if I died from sleep deprivation.
Anyways, my real reason for sending you this (Hedwig seemed to have an idea that I needed to speak with you) is that I wanted to know if you would like to spend a week in London with me. My parents had been disappointed that they couldn't give me a big "sweet sixteen" party because I was at Hogwarts and they had asked if I wanted to have a belated (very belated) celebration by spending a week in London. My mother had done the same with her best friend when she had turned sixteen and figured I might like to do the same. They were somewhat concerned that the first person I suggested to bring was you, but they eventually agreed.
I really do hope you'll come. We'll be leaving tomorrow so I'd need an answer as soon as you read this. If you can come, we'll be picking you up at 10:00 AM. Hope to see you tomorrow!
Love from,
Hermione
Harry folded up the letter and put it in his pocket. He ran downstairs to find Uncle Vernon and Dudley watching the television in the living room. 'No, bad idea. Dudley'll blow it. Plus Uncle Vernon's an arse. Where's Aunt Petunia?' he thought to himself. He heard a clatter in the kitchen and quickly walked through the door, unnoticed by the two miniature whales seemingly in a trance, sprawled across the couch and armchair.
He found his Aunt in the kitchen, picking up the smashed pieces of a china plate with a dustpan from the floor. 'Ugh...maybe this is a bad time...' he heard a voice say in his head.
"Aunt Petunia?" he asked hesitantly.
"What is it?" she said sternly.
"I..." he started, "I just got a letter from my friend, Hermione, and she wanted to know if I could go on a trip with her to London for a week," he answered cautiously.
"And..." she said suspiciously.
"Well, I wanted to know if I could go," Harry answered as-a-matter-of- factly.
Petunia looked as though she was in deep thought. She scrunched up her nose as if he sight of Harry made her sick.
Eventually, she sighed, rather annoyed, and said, "When will you be leaving? Soon I hope."
"Yes, tomorrow actually. At 10:00 in the morning."
"Fine, go. You be grateful though, boy. If it were your uncle, you would've been locked up in that room of yours for the rest of the summer for asking such nonsense."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia. Thank you," Harry said before quickly exiting the kitchen to run upstairs to give Hermione his reply.
He grabbed a piece of parchment and frantically scribbled down his reply to Hermione. Harry called Hedwig over and tied the piece of parchment to her leg before sending her off.
Harry then turned around and looked at the mess that had barely changed since the last time he had noticed it, which had been several weeks previous. He pulled out his wand and performed a cleaning charm, which he was quite good at by now. He watched as everything flew back into place, leaving his room spotless. He grinned happily at his now presentable room. He placed his wand on his desk and began packing for his trip.
Instead of looking forward to visiting London in its entirety for the first time, Harry began thinking about how he was to spend an entire week with Hermione. He just hoped her parents wouldn't be tagging along too much during the week. He realized he was fighting off a small smile, while thinking of Hermione again. Harry mentally scolded himself and continued packing.
A/N: Argh! Sorry that it's another short one, but it's just a lot easier that way. I hope you like the chapter. You'll be getting more info on what happened between Harry and Ginny eventually, so don't worry. I'll be switching between characters less now because of Harry and Hermione's trip, so it'll probably be less confusing too. Keep reviewing. I always like to hear that my writing is appreciated. Even if you absolutely hate it, still review. Constructive criticism helps in making a person a better writer :)
Author: Her-mee-o-ninny (but you can call me Danni)
Title: Emerald Eyes
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sigh...I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making money from this story.
A/N: Yay! Thank you all so much for the reviews!! You guys really are my inspiration, so pleeaasse keep reading and reviewing!! Thanks! Hmm...anyways, I'm glad my minor character development of Ginny and Hermione is appreciated, so far. Yes, I know that they may act a little different than from how they would in the Harry Potter series, but, hey, it's fanfiction, hehe. At this point, I end up just thinking of ideas for my next chapter until the reviews stop, and when they do, I start writing like crazy, trying to get you the next chapter ASAP. I've decided that I'll be posting this fanfic on Portkey after it's complete, so I can get feedback on it first and see what everyone likes/dislikes. Hope that's ok. Ok, so thank you so much for the reviews and here's chapter three!
Chapter Three: Anger
A ripping noise pierced the unusual silence of the house. A quite sob could be heard every now and then among the quick, frantic rips radiating from the room down the hall. A red-haired boy threw open his door and began stomping down the hallway to find his sister, in tears, sitting amongst a pile of shredded pictures, all of his best friend. Ginny looked at to see her brother, silent for just a moment, before letting out an enormous sob and returning to the stack of pictures behind her.
Ron Weasley let out a sigh, pulled out his wand, and performed a silencing charm on the room. Utterly annoyed, Ron slammed the door, stomped back down the hallway, threw open his door once again, turned around and slammed it shut. This had been a daily routine for Ron for the past few weeks, but he still couldn't let go of his anger and apparently, neither could Ginny. 'How dare Harry say such horrible things about his sister and hope that they all could go back to being the best of friends?' Yes, Ron was stubborn, but in his eyes, even for being his best friend, Harry had gone too far.
Ron remembered the day that Ginny came into the common room, her cheeks stained by tears.
"Ginny," Ron had said, bewildered. "What's the matter?"
"H-Harry b-b-broke up w-with m-me," she sobbed, stuttering from obvious prolonged crying.
"What?! When? Where is he? What did he say? I'll go talk to hi-"
"No!" she interrupted. "R-Ron, listen. H-H-(sigh)Harry said some horrible things and-and I really just want to go to my room. Please, don't make a big deal abou-"
"What horrible things? Ginny? Tell me. I need-"
"No! Leave me alone!" Ginny shouted before running up the stairs to her room. Ron tried to run after her, but it had completely slipped his mind that the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory didn't exactly approve of boys climbing up them, leaving Ron sliding back down the staircase and landing right in front of Harry.
"Ron? What are you doing?" Harry asked, suspisciously, trying not to smirk.
"I should ask the same of you!" Ron retorted angrily. "What are you on, dumping my sister and talking shit about her? Who do you think you are?!"
"What?! I-Ron, what are you talking about? Yeah, I broke up with Ginny this morning, I know she seemed hurt, but I never said anything that should have upset her. Where did you get all this about me saying things about her?"
"From her! Merlin, Harry, you've got some nerve lying to my face. You know what, I'm not dealing with this. Go find a whore to pick up on your way out. You obviously don't want someone like Ginny, who loves you!"
And with that, Ron left the common room, leaving a crowd of Gryffindors staring at Harry, all with shock and anger etched on their faces.
It was now a week before Harry's birthday. The boy with unruly black hair lay sprawled across his bed, attempting to free himself from the scorching heat from outside. Uncle Vernon had made him do yard work throughout the entire day as punishment for letting Hedwig outside during the previous day. Harry was forced into the blanket of heat where he mowed the lawn, watered the plants, weeded the garden, and practically everything else he could possibly do to improve the yard. He finally finished around five, went inside, and collapsed onto his bed.
Just then, he heard a tap at the window. He rolled over clumsily and saw Hedwig. Harry lazily got up and stumbled over to the window to open it. Hedwig flew in gracefully, dropping a letter at Harry's feet, before getting into her cage to refresh herself with a drink of water. Harry looked down at the letter and saw Hermione's neat handwriting on the outside. He picked it up, sat back down on his bed, and began reading.
Harry,
I hope you are well. I am so sorry I haven't written to you all summer. I've just been quite busy with homework and I seemed to have lost track of time. From what Ron has said, he hasn't talked to you since your argument. I'm really sorry, I've been trying to convince him to be on friendly terms with you again, but of course, he just has to be a stubborn git as usual.
Not to complain, but Ginny has been calling me practically everyday since I got home. She is driving me absolutely nuts. You really should speak to her. I don't think you did a good job "severing ties", if you don't mind me saying. At least try to talk to her for me? I've lost enough sleep over her phone calls as it is and at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if I died from sleep deprivation.
Anyways, my real reason for sending you this (Hedwig seemed to have an idea that I needed to speak with you) is that I wanted to know if you would like to spend a week in London with me. My parents had been disappointed that they couldn't give me a big "sweet sixteen" party because I was at Hogwarts and they had asked if I wanted to have a belated (very belated) celebration by spending a week in London. My mother had done the same with her best friend when she had turned sixteen and figured I might like to do the same. They were somewhat concerned that the first person I suggested to bring was you, but they eventually agreed.
I really do hope you'll come. We'll be leaving tomorrow so I'd need an answer as soon as you read this. If you can come, we'll be picking you up at 10:00 AM. Hope to see you tomorrow!
Love from,
Hermione
Harry folded up the letter and put it in his pocket. He ran downstairs to find Uncle Vernon and Dudley watching the television in the living room. 'No, bad idea. Dudley'll blow it. Plus Uncle Vernon's an arse. Where's Aunt Petunia?' he thought to himself. He heard a clatter in the kitchen and quickly walked through the door, unnoticed by the two miniature whales seemingly in a trance, sprawled across the couch and armchair.
He found his Aunt in the kitchen, picking up the smashed pieces of a china plate with a dustpan from the floor. 'Ugh...maybe this is a bad time...' he heard a voice say in his head.
"Aunt Petunia?" he asked hesitantly.
"What is it?" she said sternly.
"I..." he started, "I just got a letter from my friend, Hermione, and she wanted to know if I could go on a trip with her to London for a week," he answered cautiously.
"And..." she said suspiciously.
"Well, I wanted to know if I could go," Harry answered as-a-matter-of- factly.
Petunia looked as though she was in deep thought. She scrunched up her nose as if he sight of Harry made her sick.
Eventually, she sighed, rather annoyed, and said, "When will you be leaving? Soon I hope."
"Yes, tomorrow actually. At 10:00 in the morning."
"Fine, go. You be grateful though, boy. If it were your uncle, you would've been locked up in that room of yours for the rest of the summer for asking such nonsense."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia. Thank you," Harry said before quickly exiting the kitchen to run upstairs to give Hermione his reply.
He grabbed a piece of parchment and frantically scribbled down his reply to Hermione. Harry called Hedwig over and tied the piece of parchment to her leg before sending her off.
Harry then turned around and looked at the mess that had barely changed since the last time he had noticed it, which had been several weeks previous. He pulled out his wand and performed a cleaning charm, which he was quite good at by now. He watched as everything flew back into place, leaving his room spotless. He grinned happily at his now presentable room. He placed his wand on his desk and began packing for his trip.
Instead of looking forward to visiting London in its entirety for the first time, Harry began thinking about how he was to spend an entire week with Hermione. He just hoped her parents wouldn't be tagging along too much during the week. He realized he was fighting off a small smile, while thinking of Hermione again. Harry mentally scolded himself and continued packing.
A/N: Argh! Sorry that it's another short one, but it's just a lot easier that way. I hope you like the chapter. You'll be getting more info on what happened between Harry and Ginny eventually, so don't worry. I'll be switching between characters less now because of Harry and Hermione's trip, so it'll probably be less confusing too. Keep reviewing. I always like to hear that my writing is appreciated. Even if you absolutely hate it, still review. Constructive criticism helps in making a person a better writer :)