I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this! I just don't like this fic very much... But I know I should finish it for you guys, and I will, so no worries! This is a little short, so I'm so sorry about that, but it just didn't flow at all.
It's been busy at school (bad excuse, I know), and I'm taking so many honors classes and I have newspaper (two hours after school a day) and I have red cross (six hours per week, at least), and I'm going insane, I think. For the past two weeks I haven't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep a night (LITERALLY, I swear) beside the weekends, and I'm starting to stress out way too much. But on the bright side- I'm doing well in AP American Lit! Yay for me... Newspaper's fantastic, so much work, but so worth it! And I'm learning layout and I UNDERSTAND the software... And I LOVE philosophy, it's so interesting. Hooray for Aristotle; not so hooray for Immanuel Kant. Anyways.
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"I hate you!" Ginny yowled as she pounded against the closed and locked door. "I hate you, Ronald Weasley, and the moment I get out of here, I'm going to hex you all the way to the moon!"
To this, she received a startled yelp (for even Ron was not immune to his sister's threats) and a timid, "Ginny, you need to study."
And then he walked away (she knew because she had her head pressed up against the door and after a while, her threats went unanswered.)
Ginny slumped down to the floor, exhausted from her violent thumping on the door. "I hate him," she mumbled unnecessarily, evoking a sympathetic nod from one Harry Potter.
"Hey," he murmured sympathetically, hands shoved into his pockets as he shuffled to and fro, unsure of how to deal with the very violent, and apparently volatile female before him. "I'm not too happy with him right now either."
Of course you're not happy! He just grabbed us by our sleeves while we were eating lunch, shoved us into a room, and locked us in. And he says he won't let us out for the next five hours! What a bloody git...
"Yes!" she exclaimed, her head snapping up as she looked at Harry with, wild, animated eyes. "We'll both escape from this room and chase after him, tie him up on top of the roof and let a hoard of rabid Slytherins at him, and then stand back and cackle as they tear him to shreds!"
She looked eagerly at Harry expecting him to nod enthusiastically and start planning with her right away.
Instead, he was staring at her with wide, wide eyes, mouth partially open in shock as he nervously inched backwards.
Okay, so maybe I was a bit over-enthusiastic there.
"That's..." Harry chuckled nervously as he continued to back away, searching for the right word, "Erm... sadistic."
Ginny blushed madly, giggling as she tried to play it off as if she weren't, well, quite so homicidal. "Oh Harry," she laughed in a high-pitched voice, "You know I was just joking. I would never try to kill Ron, no matter how tempting it may be and how much of a bloody prat he's been."
Needless to say, Harry did not look convinced as he shuffled backwards once more.
"Right," he stated without much conviction. "Right."
"So," Ginny continued, trying desperately to sound sane, "Apparently, thanks to my oh-so-wonderful older brother, we're going to be in here together for five hours."
Harry nodded, finally opting to sit down instead of shuffle about nervously.
If she's going to kill me, it's not as if I can escape from this room anyway.
"So," he remarked, running a hand through his hair as he wrinkled his nose at the Potions book in his lap (certainly not his favorite subject), "Do you want to study then? I'm not the best teacher, but I can try."
She smiled- a true genuine smile and not an evil sadistic grin- at his offer, much to his relief, but shook her head. "Potions? You expect me to spend the last day of my Christmas holidays reading my Potions book?" She snorted derisively, "Honestly Harry, only Hermione would do that."
"And that," he decided to risk his life and tease her lightly, "Is exactly why she's passing the class, unlike a certain stubborn red-headed girl."
She scowled at him, her mouth setting itself into a stubborn pout. "You're mean," she grumbled, half-heartedly tossing her quill at his head.
Thankfully, with his great Seeker reflexes, he managed to duck before his forehead became a dartboard.
For someone who isn't even trying, she has great aim, he admitted to himself grudgingly as he watched the quill whiz past his head, going right through the spot in space where his scar had been seconds before.
"Oy," he muttered to himself, blinking as the quill hit the wall behind him. He glanced up at Ginny who was still sulking considerably, "Trying to kill me, are you?"
Here, she at least smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, biting her lip slightly as she glanced over at her quill, lying on the floor behind Harry. "It was just... I felt like throwing things."
"Maybe," he suggested with a chuckle. "You should save that for later; say, when Ron comes back to let us out, for example."
The wide grin that spread across Ginny's face was enough to let him know that she definitely approved of his plan.
"Potions," he reminded her desperately, trying to draw her away from her violent tendencies. "Remember? You're failing Potions."
Her smile immediately fell, and for a moment, he almost felt guilty for reminding her of her grade.
"I don't care about Potions," she finally sighed sulkily, crossing her arms as she slumped against the door.
Yet a mere forty-five minutes later, she found herself seated at the table and absolutely compelled by the wondrous facts that flowed forth from the Potions textbook.
Well, maybe that was a stretch.
But she was certainly compelled by the way Harry gestured when he explained a certain potion to her, or how he would ruffle his hair in frustration when she shook her head dazedly.
No I don't understand... No I don't really care... But please, do continue.
She soon became aware of the fact that her mouth was partially open and drool was dripping its way out of one corner of her mouth. In horror, she quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of her sweater, hoping that Harry hadn't noticed.
Honestly Ginny, for shame! Remember the greats in the women liberation movement. Wouldn't they be disappointed in you now?
...But Harry's adorable. And nice! You like Harry, remember?
But he's a boy! A boy, Ginny! An evil pig only out to corrupt your innocent mind...
And so her inner battle raged.
Yet on the surface, she was a serene, redheaded girl, her lips turned upwards in a little smile as she sat across from Harry. Granted, the smile was a bit strained, but considering the inner battle she was struggling to control, her calm demeanor was quite impressive.
Harry glanced at her glazed over eyes, her blank expression and sighed. "You're not listening to a thing I say, are you?"
Snapping out of her reverie, Ginny blushed, shaking her head vehemently. "No, no, of course not!" she denied guiltily, "Only those things pertaining to Potions..."
He chuckled in reply, closing the Potions book. "Well, I knew that I wasn't going to be much help," he remarked, looking at the book with distaste, "So what do you want to talk about?"
She glanced at the clock.
One hour had passed. This was brilliant, just brilliant. Ron was going to die a very brutal death when she got out of this room; she would make certain that he did.
"Well," she replied, rolling her eyes as she threw her hands up in mock despair, "It looks like we'll be in here for at least another four hours. So would you like to discuss?"
Apparently, Harry was not one given to awkward silences. Immediately, he flashed her a playful grin and ruffled his hair.
Must...not...give into raging teenage hormones.
Come on Ginny, breath. There's no good to be found in tackling him to the ground and snogging his brains out.
"Well," he remarked, oblivious to Ginny's inner turmoil. "I could tell you my life story, but I suppose you've already heard that. Although you've probably heard about three million different versions, with what those magazines are publishing," he rolled his eyes, chuckling. "I'm sure you've heard how that one tabloid claimed that I was the supposed Messiah and son of Voldemort's good twin. What kind of people read that garbage?"
She giggled, then stopped, blushing.
Shoot. I'd better get rid of my secret stash of Ghoulish Gossip then.
"Of course," she added, bursting into giggles when he frowned, "Haven't you heard the one that claims that after you graduate, you're going to start your own religion in which you worship house elves?"
The horrified expression on his face told her that no, he had most certainly not.
"What?" he sputtered, "Why would they say that?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I think it had something to do with the fact that your best friend started SPEW, and so..." she stifled a giggle with her hand. "They assumed that you were very, erm, passionate about that as well."
"I like house elves," he protested, "But not enough to worship them!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Or the one where you're engaged to Hermione and she's pregnant with your lovechild?"
The poor boy looked as if he would faint any moment.
"What?!" he shook his head, making a disgusted face. "She's like a sister to me! And besides, she and Ron are madly in love. What kind of people spread these, these horrible lies?"
"I don't know." Ginny shuddered. Now that she thought about it, that particular rumor was rather disturbing. Harry and Hermione?
She shook her head.
No, no, no, no, no!
"You're right," she blurted out, shaking her head vehemently. "You and Hermione don't go together well at all. I don't know what people are thinking!"
"Well," he asked thoughtfully in response to her outburst. "Who do you think I go well with, then?"
And for the first time since she'd been locked in that room, Ginny Weasley found herself speechless.