Chapter 2: Hogsmeade
"She said yes, Ron!" Harry told him during DADA. "Are you serious?" he said. Ron acted as though he wanted to jump up and down, but restrained himself. "How did she act? What did she do?" he asked excitedly. Harry hadn't seen him this excited since he's spilled chicken pox potion on Draco. "She, well, she was awestruck, it seemed." Harry said. "Oh my God!" Ron said.
"Yeah so, uh, what about Ginny?" he asked. Ron ignored Harry and started writing RW HG on his parchment. "Ron!" he yelled. "Oh..what?" he said, scratching out his emblem quickly. "Ginny?" he asked impatiently.
"Oh, she said yeah." He said, going back to his drawing. "Well, how did she react?" Harry asked. He felt like shaking Ron. "Oh, uh... she acted like I was crazy. She couldn't believe you'd want to go with her, to be quite honest. I told her you'd liked her since our 2nd year." Ron said.
Harry thought about that statement. He had never actually thought about Ginny that way until the other day. Something about her intrigued him—she didn't look like a little girl anymore—she was older somehow. It was puzzling.
Hogsmeade weekend came and Harry and Ron tried making themselves look nice. "Ron, you look like you're going to the Yule Ball." Harry said, pointing at his robes. "Wha? Oh, I was just checking if they still fit, you know?" Ron started to change.
Harry, on the other hand, had put some cologne on—he had gotten it from Neville's bag. Why it was in there, he didn't ask.
Harry and Ron waited for Ginny and Hermione in the Common Room. Ron stood with his arms folded, looking at his watch. "Girls," he laughed. "Always late." He shook his head. Harry noticed that Ron was acting very odd, but didn't say anything. He tried not to laugh actually.
About fifteen minutes later, Ginny and Hermione came down to the Common Room. Ginny had her hair up in a pony tail, with a braid hanging in the front. Harry smiled to himself—she looked very nice. Hermione looked...plain. She had a dark red jacket on and blue jeans. "Hermione," Harry said. "You know that it's about 85 degrees outside, right?" "Yes, I know Harry." She said, her arms folded. She walked up to Ron, and smiled a bit.
When they reached Hogsmeade, they parted—well, the pairs did. Ron looked back at Harry as he walked with Hermione toward the end of the road, and winked at Harry. Ginny and Harry walked to the Three Broomsticks and found a good seat near the back. It wasn't too crowded today, Harry thought. They ordered 2 butterbeers, and talked. "Um, Ginny, I know this odd," he admitted. "Harry, it's really funny that you asked me." She said shyly. "You know, I figured you liked someone else, you know? I mean, I'm just the 'best- friend's little sister'" she laughed.
They talked for a long time, how long, Harry didn't know. Quidditch seemed to come up the most often, and it made Harry happy to know that Ginny wouldn't just start crying like Cho. He was also very happy that she didn't bring up anything too personal—like Sirius. Not that he wouldn't have told her his feelings, she was there. She had helped in the Department of Mysteries. He felt, all in all, thoroughly pleased.
A few hours later, Ginny and Harry decided to walk around Hogsmeade. "Do you want to see the Shrieking Shack?" Ginny asked. "I—"Harry stopped; that reminded him of Sirius. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I—" "Know, it's Ok! We can go." He smiled. He didn't mind going, it might make him happier, ironically.
They walked up to the fence and stared at it. It was just as empty as it had been three years earlier, he thought. "You know," Harry said. "Hermione and I snuck in there at dark? That was so freaky!" he said.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny said, smiling. Harry stopped looking at the house, and turned to Ginny. She was taller than he had remembered. Her eyes were so brown, and he felt like he could see right into her—it was really deep. He leaned in and they kissed. Harry felt his whole body warm up, and when they stopped, Ginny was blushing as furiously as Ron. He smiled at her, and they looked back to the Shrieking Shack.
When they returned to Hogwarts, Ginny waved to Harry and walked back to her dorm. Harry went to sit in the Common Room, and he found Ron sitting lazily in a chair by the fireplace, sucking on a fireworks lollypop he must have gotten from Honeydukes. He was staring off into the distance; he looked in a trance. Harry smiled and took a seat. "Ron, you ok?" Harry asked, warily. "Oh yeah, I'm good.." he smiled. "Ok.." Harry looked confused, and picked up a Quidditch magazine he had found on the carpet. After about 2 minutes of silence, Ron sighed. "You know Harry, I am so glad you asked me to ask Ginny for you." He said. "Ok.." Harry said, looking through the magazine, spotting Viktor Krum dodging a bludger.
"Yeah, I mean I wouldn't have ever asked Hermione. She's...wow." Ron said. Harry looked up. Ron's face resembled his first look at Fleur Delacour. "I'm afraid to ask what you did..." Harry laughed. "Oh, there's no way I could describe it..We—" "No, I don't want to know!" Harry said, looking disgusted. "Oh you prat! We didn't do anything like that. We, we...talked." He said with a sigh. "Well, that's great. A good way to start a relationship." Harry said, looking back at the magazine.
"She said yes, Ron!" Harry told him during DADA. "Are you serious?" he said. Ron acted as though he wanted to jump up and down, but restrained himself. "How did she act? What did she do?" he asked excitedly. Harry hadn't seen him this excited since he's spilled chicken pox potion on Draco. "She, well, she was awestruck, it seemed." Harry said. "Oh my God!" Ron said.
"Yeah so, uh, what about Ginny?" he asked. Ron ignored Harry and started writing RW HG on his parchment. "Ron!" he yelled. "Oh..what?" he said, scratching out his emblem quickly. "Ginny?" he asked impatiently.
"Oh, she said yeah." He said, going back to his drawing. "Well, how did she react?" Harry asked. He felt like shaking Ron. "Oh, uh... she acted like I was crazy. She couldn't believe you'd want to go with her, to be quite honest. I told her you'd liked her since our 2nd year." Ron said.
Harry thought about that statement. He had never actually thought about Ginny that way until the other day. Something about her intrigued him—she didn't look like a little girl anymore—she was older somehow. It was puzzling.
Hogsmeade weekend came and Harry and Ron tried making themselves look nice. "Ron, you look like you're going to the Yule Ball." Harry said, pointing at his robes. "Wha? Oh, I was just checking if they still fit, you know?" Ron started to change.
Harry, on the other hand, had put some cologne on—he had gotten it from Neville's bag. Why it was in there, he didn't ask.
Harry and Ron waited for Ginny and Hermione in the Common Room. Ron stood with his arms folded, looking at his watch. "Girls," he laughed. "Always late." He shook his head. Harry noticed that Ron was acting very odd, but didn't say anything. He tried not to laugh actually.
About fifteen minutes later, Ginny and Hermione came down to the Common Room. Ginny had her hair up in a pony tail, with a braid hanging in the front. Harry smiled to himself—she looked very nice. Hermione looked...plain. She had a dark red jacket on and blue jeans. "Hermione," Harry said. "You know that it's about 85 degrees outside, right?" "Yes, I know Harry." She said, her arms folded. She walked up to Ron, and smiled a bit.
When they reached Hogsmeade, they parted—well, the pairs did. Ron looked back at Harry as he walked with Hermione toward the end of the road, and winked at Harry. Ginny and Harry walked to the Three Broomsticks and found a good seat near the back. It wasn't too crowded today, Harry thought. They ordered 2 butterbeers, and talked. "Um, Ginny, I know this odd," he admitted. "Harry, it's really funny that you asked me." She said shyly. "You know, I figured you liked someone else, you know? I mean, I'm just the 'best- friend's little sister'" she laughed.
They talked for a long time, how long, Harry didn't know. Quidditch seemed to come up the most often, and it made Harry happy to know that Ginny wouldn't just start crying like Cho. He was also very happy that she didn't bring up anything too personal—like Sirius. Not that he wouldn't have told her his feelings, she was there. She had helped in the Department of Mysteries. He felt, all in all, thoroughly pleased.
A few hours later, Ginny and Harry decided to walk around Hogsmeade. "Do you want to see the Shrieking Shack?" Ginny asked. "I—"Harry stopped; that reminded him of Sirius. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I—" "Know, it's Ok! We can go." He smiled. He didn't mind going, it might make him happier, ironically.
They walked up to the fence and stared at it. It was just as empty as it had been three years earlier, he thought. "You know," Harry said. "Hermione and I snuck in there at dark? That was so freaky!" he said.
"Yeah, I know." Ginny said, smiling. Harry stopped looking at the house, and turned to Ginny. She was taller than he had remembered. Her eyes were so brown, and he felt like he could see right into her—it was really deep. He leaned in and they kissed. Harry felt his whole body warm up, and when they stopped, Ginny was blushing as furiously as Ron. He smiled at her, and they looked back to the Shrieking Shack.
When they returned to Hogwarts, Ginny waved to Harry and walked back to her dorm. Harry went to sit in the Common Room, and he found Ron sitting lazily in a chair by the fireplace, sucking on a fireworks lollypop he must have gotten from Honeydukes. He was staring off into the distance; he looked in a trance. Harry smiled and took a seat. "Ron, you ok?" Harry asked, warily. "Oh yeah, I'm good.." he smiled. "Ok.." Harry looked confused, and picked up a Quidditch magazine he had found on the carpet. After about 2 minutes of silence, Ron sighed. "You know Harry, I am so glad you asked me to ask Ginny for you." He said. "Ok.." Harry said, looking through the magazine, spotting Viktor Krum dodging a bludger.
"Yeah, I mean I wouldn't have ever asked Hermione. She's...wow." Ron said. Harry looked up. Ron's face resembled his first look at Fleur Delacour. "I'm afraid to ask what you did..." Harry laughed. "Oh, there's no way I could describe it..We—" "No, I don't want to know!" Harry said, looking disgusted. "Oh you prat! We didn't do anything like that. We, we...talked." He said with a sigh. "Well, that's great. A good way to start a relationship." Harry said, looking back at the magazine.