A/N: OMFG IF ANYONE TELLS ME ONE MORE TIME THAT GINNY'S NAME IS NOT VIRGINIA I WILL NOT FREAKING CONTINUE BECAUSE AS I'VE FREAKING SAID I HAVE ALREADY KNOWN THAT!!!
(Sorry I'm just a little peeved- trust me I know about J.K Rowlings site and the fact that her names Ginerva or whatever)
Messaging My Love
Chap 8
"So," Colin said; a smile on his lips, "does this mean what I think it does?"
She smiled back, "Depends on what you're thinking."
He laughed softly hands entwined with hers, "I think that," he licked his lips, "you might consider us more then friends."
She smiled and kissed him again, when they pulled apart he laughed looking her in the eye, "so that's a yes?"
She giggled, "You can say that," she leaned her head on his shoulder, she heard him sigh as they both forgot the cold and just enjoyed being with one another.
It was in the next two days that she finally got to talk with Harry, it was late and she couldn't sleep. So she went downstairs and saw Harry staring at the fire; deep in thought.
She had walked to the couch of the common room and sat in front of the fire beginning to read. Harry still seemed not to notice her, so she cleared her throat. He looked up looking dazed. "Hey Gin," he said his voice sounded sore, he cleared his throat.
"Hey Harry," she smiled, "you tired?"
He shrugged, "not really, what are you doing down anyway?"
She shrugged too, "I couldn't sleep so I decided to read," she held up her book.
Harry smile slightly and then they both fell to a funny silence, since when was it hard to talk to Harry? She thought as she pretended to read.
"Ginny?" He asked, before clearing his throat again.
She looked up, "Harry you really might consider going to see Madam Pomfrey about your throat."
He waved a hand, "Gin, do you still talk to Moon?"
She shook her head.
"Ok, um just wondering but isn't Colin one of your best friends?"
She eyed him, "what are you going on about Harry?"
"Well it just seems weird to me you know...like it were me and Hermione or something," he made a face that caused her to laugh softly.
"Well," she said, "You know Ron and Hermione are best friends...well, you know they both want to be together," she gave him a pointed look.
"Yeah," he made another face, "but, I don't know Ginny it just seems odd to see and you and Colin together," he paused waiting for a response.
"Really?" She said in a curt voice, "Well, Mr. Potter why would it be so weird for you?"
He flinched, "don't be like that Gin," he said his eyes pleading threw hers.
She flinched inwardly because they were the same actions and words she used with Colin. But she shrugged it off, "I'm not being anything Harry, I just want to know why you think it's odd for me and Colin to be together."
He frowned, "fine, Ginny I'm going to bed and when I think of it I'll be sure to tell you," He stopped before reaching the stairs, "I just hope you know what you're doing."
She glared at him, "Well, Mr. Potter I think I know exactly what I'm doing so I'll be pleased to wait for your response so until then do not speak with me," she said barging up the stairs without turning back to look at Harry.
When she flopped back into bed she felt a tight feeling in her chest, did I just have a fight with Harry?
When she woke the next morning she found herself waking early, she hadn't woke so early in a while ever since they fixed the little laptop buzzing problem. Trying to rub sleep out of her eyes she sighed and opened the book she was suppose to read last night when the little 'fight' (if it even was one) with Harry.
She opened a random page and read the poetry on it:
I Warn You
To the ones that have stolen my heart
I hate you
To the ones that will take my heart
I wish you well
For if you break it
For if you lose it
For if you threw it away like it were nothing
You will see more then a bloody rose from me
This is for those who would even consider or will hurt me
For I stand alone in this world
For I will stand tall in this world
No matter how small I may start
I am not frighten of you
I am not frighten of getting hurt
But when it comes
Be sure to remember I have warned you
- Anonymous
She smiled, now that's a person she wanted to meet or be. But she doubt that she would ever have the courage to hurt her ex with a bloody rose...maybe she should've put nose instead.
(A/N: I wrote the poem above- plus if you want to commment a flame I suggest it be about the story not the names)
(Sorry I'm just a little peeved- trust me I know about J.K Rowlings site and the fact that her names Ginerva or whatever)
Messaging My Love
Chap 8
"So," Colin said; a smile on his lips, "does this mean what I think it does?"
She smiled back, "Depends on what you're thinking."
He laughed softly hands entwined with hers, "I think that," he licked his lips, "you might consider us more then friends."
She smiled and kissed him again, when they pulled apart he laughed looking her in the eye, "so that's a yes?"
She giggled, "You can say that," she leaned her head on his shoulder, she heard him sigh as they both forgot the cold and just enjoyed being with one another.
It was in the next two days that she finally got to talk with Harry, it was late and she couldn't sleep. So she went downstairs and saw Harry staring at the fire; deep in thought.
She had walked to the couch of the common room and sat in front of the fire beginning to read. Harry still seemed not to notice her, so she cleared her throat. He looked up looking dazed. "Hey Gin," he said his voice sounded sore, he cleared his throat.
"Hey Harry," she smiled, "you tired?"
He shrugged, "not really, what are you doing down anyway?"
She shrugged too, "I couldn't sleep so I decided to read," she held up her book.
Harry smile slightly and then they both fell to a funny silence, since when was it hard to talk to Harry? She thought as she pretended to read.
"Ginny?" He asked, before clearing his throat again.
She looked up, "Harry you really might consider going to see Madam Pomfrey about your throat."
He waved a hand, "Gin, do you still talk to Moon?"
She shook her head.
"Ok, um just wondering but isn't Colin one of your best friends?"
She eyed him, "what are you going on about Harry?"
"Well it just seems weird to me you know...like it were me and Hermione or something," he made a face that caused her to laugh softly.
"Well," she said, "You know Ron and Hermione are best friends...well, you know they both want to be together," she gave him a pointed look.
"Yeah," he made another face, "but, I don't know Ginny it just seems odd to see and you and Colin together," he paused waiting for a response.
"Really?" She said in a curt voice, "Well, Mr. Potter why would it be so weird for you?"
He flinched, "don't be like that Gin," he said his eyes pleading threw hers.
She flinched inwardly because they were the same actions and words she used with Colin. But she shrugged it off, "I'm not being anything Harry, I just want to know why you think it's odd for me and Colin to be together."
He frowned, "fine, Ginny I'm going to bed and when I think of it I'll be sure to tell you," He stopped before reaching the stairs, "I just hope you know what you're doing."
She glared at him, "Well, Mr. Potter I think I know exactly what I'm doing so I'll be pleased to wait for your response so until then do not speak with me," she said barging up the stairs without turning back to look at Harry.
When she flopped back into bed she felt a tight feeling in her chest, did I just have a fight with Harry?
When she woke the next morning she found herself waking early, she hadn't woke so early in a while ever since they fixed the little laptop buzzing problem. Trying to rub sleep out of her eyes she sighed and opened the book she was suppose to read last night when the little 'fight' (if it even was one) with Harry.
She opened a random page and read the poetry on it:
I Warn You
To the ones that have stolen my heart
I hate you
To the ones that will take my heart
I wish you well
For if you break it
For if you lose it
For if you threw it away like it were nothing
You will see more then a bloody rose from me
This is for those who would even consider or will hurt me
For I stand alone in this world
For I will stand tall in this world
No matter how small I may start
I am not frighten of you
I am not frighten of getting hurt
But when it comes
Be sure to remember I have warned you
- Anonymous
She smiled, now that's a person she wanted to meet or be. But she doubt that she would ever have the courage to hurt her ex with a bloody rose...maybe she should've put nose instead.
(A/N: I wrote the poem above- plus if you want to commment a flame I suggest it be about the story not the names)