As soon as Ginny woke up she wished she hadn't. She had a dull ache
in her wrist and her leg felt as though it had been asleep; all tingly
like. She saw the nurse coming over to her with a piece of chocolate and
she sat up. She realized that the nurse had been coming from the other bed,
and she looked at the hunched up form laying there.
What was it....yes.She could see a glint of silverish hair, reflecting the sun, beneath the bandages As she ate her chocolate she thought of last night. Harry had loaned Ron and Hermione his clock,that much was clear so far. She had also guessed that Ron and Hermione had followed her after she told them that she had to go put Peckers in the owlry; if Harry had read as much in her letter they wouldn't have even let her leave.
But since they couldn't stop her for only being suspicious (though she knew Ron probly wanted to forbid her to go anywhere by herself) they tagged along, keeping quiet while she sat there and blubbered like an idiot. They had kept their facade up for a while, however, Ron couldn't handle it when she kissed him. At that thought Ginny was filled with such a rush of emotions that her head hurt. When she thought acctually about the kiss, and Draco, she got dizzy; she was glad she was sitting down. But there was another emotion keeping her clear. She was so angry at her brother and Harry that if they tried to talk to her she felt as if she'd kill him.
Suddenly she realized that there was no more chocolate, and the nurse was talking to her. She shook her head to clear her mind and said, "I'm sorry, I'm having trouble focousing. I need to sleep." The nurse just smiled and nodded. Ginny layed down, feeling drained just by thinking about it. As she closedher eyes and evened her breath she heard the nurse say, "Sleep well, Ms Weasley."
The next morning she layed with her eyes closed for a while, hearing hushed voices and trying to hear what they were saying. Upon recognizing whom the voices belonged to and hearing her name, she opened her eyes to a full glare at Harry and Ron. Harry nudged Ron and they both looked at her, Ron looking releived and Harry...well, she couldn't figure out just what that expression was. She recognized it, and the thought was trying to get to the top of her mind, but her anger kept it down.
"What," she said through gritted teeth. "do you WANT?" Ron looked the least bit shocked, at least, at her tone. But Harry kept up that happy- cheery additude. It was making her almost as sick as the medicine had. She felt like throwing things at them; broken wrist or no. Ron fidgeted, switing feet, and shooting glances at Harry, who looked like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "We wanted to make sure you're okay, Ginny," Ron said, reacheing out to touch her arm. Ginny jerked away, making Ron frown. "Ginny..." she turned over onto her side, her back to on and Harry. She saw Draco in the next bed and some of her anger dripped away, and she would have said something, except she heard Harry start to whisper to Ron again. He looked like he was going to say something too, so she put a finger to her lips, warning him.
When he turned over she lay, thinking. Suddenly a scrawny brown owl came pecking at the window. She got up, seeing that Harry and Ron had already left without her knowing. She let the owl in and it had a letter on it. She opened it and looked to see who it was from.....her heart dropped. For a breif moment she was releived it wasn't another Howler, but it was just as bad. She sighed unhappily and opened it, not really wanting to but knowing she had to.
Dear Virginia, I wanted to let you know that your father and I are very shocked at this recent news. Dear, you know what they're like. Think of all the trouble that boy's father has put your own father through! You know we're behind you no matter what, but you've got to be rational! Why don't you like a nice boy, someone who won't be getting you into trouble everywhere. Someone respectable. Ginny, I want you to know that I trust your sense of judgment, but this isn't like you at all. I want you to think about all this before you do anything more. I hope you understand. Love, Mother
Giny bristled. Who was her mother to talk about who was nice, and who was...what was the word she used? Respectable. It seemed to her that in all of what had been happening, it had been her own family who had been acting shameful. She shook her head as she sent the owl off and put the letter on her bedside table. Grumbling to herself she turned over and willed herself to sleep. She finally did doze off, still silently fuming about her mother trying to run her life. Sleepily, she mumbled,'It's MY life, and they all need to butt out'. Unbeknownst to her, that would be EXACTLY the opposite of what they would do.
What was it....yes.She could see a glint of silverish hair, reflecting the sun, beneath the bandages As she ate her chocolate she thought of last night. Harry had loaned Ron and Hermione his clock,that much was clear so far. She had also guessed that Ron and Hermione had followed her after she told them that she had to go put Peckers in the owlry; if Harry had read as much in her letter they wouldn't have even let her leave.
But since they couldn't stop her for only being suspicious (though she knew Ron probly wanted to forbid her to go anywhere by herself) they tagged along, keeping quiet while she sat there and blubbered like an idiot. They had kept their facade up for a while, however, Ron couldn't handle it when she kissed him. At that thought Ginny was filled with such a rush of emotions that her head hurt. When she thought acctually about the kiss, and Draco, she got dizzy; she was glad she was sitting down. But there was another emotion keeping her clear. She was so angry at her brother and Harry that if they tried to talk to her she felt as if she'd kill him.
Suddenly she realized that there was no more chocolate, and the nurse was talking to her. She shook her head to clear her mind and said, "I'm sorry, I'm having trouble focousing. I need to sleep." The nurse just smiled and nodded. Ginny layed down, feeling drained just by thinking about it. As she closedher eyes and evened her breath she heard the nurse say, "Sleep well, Ms Weasley."
The next morning she layed with her eyes closed for a while, hearing hushed voices and trying to hear what they were saying. Upon recognizing whom the voices belonged to and hearing her name, she opened her eyes to a full glare at Harry and Ron. Harry nudged Ron and they both looked at her, Ron looking releived and Harry...well, she couldn't figure out just what that expression was. She recognized it, and the thought was trying to get to the top of her mind, but her anger kept it down.
"What," she said through gritted teeth. "do you WANT?" Ron looked the least bit shocked, at least, at her tone. But Harry kept up that happy- cheery additude. It was making her almost as sick as the medicine had. She felt like throwing things at them; broken wrist or no. Ron fidgeted, switing feet, and shooting glances at Harry, who looked like he wanted to bounce off the walls. "We wanted to make sure you're okay, Ginny," Ron said, reacheing out to touch her arm. Ginny jerked away, making Ron frown. "Ginny..." she turned over onto her side, her back to on and Harry. She saw Draco in the next bed and some of her anger dripped away, and she would have said something, except she heard Harry start to whisper to Ron again. He looked like he was going to say something too, so she put a finger to her lips, warning him.
When he turned over she lay, thinking. Suddenly a scrawny brown owl came pecking at the window. She got up, seeing that Harry and Ron had already left without her knowing. She let the owl in and it had a letter on it. She opened it and looked to see who it was from.....her heart dropped. For a breif moment she was releived it wasn't another Howler, but it was just as bad. She sighed unhappily and opened it, not really wanting to but knowing she had to.
Dear Virginia, I wanted to let you know that your father and I are very shocked at this recent news. Dear, you know what they're like. Think of all the trouble that boy's father has put your own father through! You know we're behind you no matter what, but you've got to be rational! Why don't you like a nice boy, someone who won't be getting you into trouble everywhere. Someone respectable. Ginny, I want you to know that I trust your sense of judgment, but this isn't like you at all. I want you to think about all this before you do anything more. I hope you understand. Love, Mother
Giny bristled. Who was her mother to talk about who was nice, and who was...what was the word she used? Respectable. It seemed to her that in all of what had been happening, it had been her own family who had been acting shameful. She shook her head as she sent the owl off and put the letter on her bedside table. Grumbling to herself she turned over and willed herself to sleep. She finally did doze off, still silently fuming about her mother trying to run her life. Sleepily, she mumbled,'It's MY life, and they all need to butt out'. Unbeknownst to her, that would be EXACTLY the opposite of what they would do.