Chapter 10 – Ginny
Ginny woke up on the morning of the first day of term with a heavy heart. With O.W.L.s drawing closer, the fifth years' work load had almost tripled in size. She could tell that this term she would really have to buckle down and do some serious school work. As she reluctantly got dressed she wondered whether Muggle kids had exams in their 5th year, and, if so, were they has bloody hard as O.W.Ls?
On reaching The Great Hall, Ginny was waved over to her room mates, who had decided to leave her to sleep a little longer that morning, after keeping her up late the night before with tales of their adventures over Christmas. She wandered over to them, meanwhile giving the occasional wave or smile to friends in other houses.
When she had half finished her breakfast, Ginny felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up sharply. Good fucking God. It was fucking him, with his hand on her fucking shoulder. She didn't know what to do, so stared at him. Later the girl would scold herself, and be sure she looked like a gormless trout, but for now, the rest of her senses weren't working.
"Gin, I think we're holding a DA meeting next week. So, uhmmm, Monday alright for you?" Harry removed his hand from her shoulder, and frowned to himself slightly, looking puzzled.
"Yeah.. Monday's cool. I – I'm looking forward to it." Ginny's words left her mouth in a rush, tumbling over each other. In her mind she wanted to appear cool, and not too eager, but, when Harry was around, that just wasn't possible.
"I'll see you there then." Harry smiled at her, and wandered off back to Ron and Hermione.
Ginny sat at breakfast for a while, vaguely listening to her friends' pointless chatter, but decided to make her way back to Gryffindor tower in order to get her bag ready for school that morning. As she had woken up late, she hadn't had a chance to get her books ready, and so was just mounting the main stair case, when she bumped into Malfoy.
"Alright, Ginny?" Malfoy drawled in his excuse for a voice. Ginny kept her eyes down, and tucked her hair behind her ear as Malfoy went on, "Didn't go home for Christmas, then? Your family probably couldn't afford to make the journey to London to pick you up; time is money, and all." As he said this, Malfoy's voice did not sound full of contempt, but rather desperate, as if he needed to insult her, needed to feel above her. Ginny shot him a venomous look, flicked her hair, and carried on walking up the stairs. She couldn't be bothered to argue with Malfoy; she had other things on her mind. When she reached the top of the flight of stairs, she turned around to see Malfoy looking up at her with a puzzled look on her face. He finally tore his eyes away from her, and walked towards the Great Hall.
The rest of the week passed pretty quickly for Ginny. Time was getting short, as OWLs approached, and so the workload had become rather unbearable. Ginny, however, was a clever girl, and could handle it well. Monday approached, and along with it came the DA meeting. The meetings had become popular this year, and Ginny hoped that Harry would remember that she had attended from the start, and it was she who had decided on the name "Dumbledore's Army". Ginny found herself thinking along these lines all too often; she always wondered whether Harry would remember her through everything. She knew he had a soft spot for her, as she had been the little girl who never stopped talking about him, and the little sister of his best friend in the world, and any member of Ron's family was a member of Harry's.
Ginny found herself walking along the corridor to the Room of Requirement all by herself on Monday evening. She had been finishing off a rather taxing Potions essay, and so was a couple of minutes late. As she entered the room, she realised just how popular their club had become; the room had extended itself so as to accommodate all the eager students ready to learn from Harry. Everyone was sitting in silence as Ginny opened the door, and as she came in, she stepped on a creaky floorboard, and interrupted Harry's speech. Fifty faces turned round to face her, all wondering who had dared to show up late to Harry Potter's organisation. Harry looked up as she entered, and, as whispers started, Ginny could only mouth "Fuck. Sorry." to him. Harry laughed, and silenced the group,
"Ahh, Ginny, take a seat." Ginny blushed, and sat down to listen to Harry talking. He was telling the group how he was prepared to teach the basics, and that those who had been members of the DA last year, would help him to train up the new recruits. Ginny liked this idea, because she had learnt what she would need, and was eager to help other people do the same. Harry announced that the team would be helping the newbies to learn Patronuses. There was much excitement about this, and the room filled with silvery blankets of magic in no time. Ginny was busy helping a couple of third years, when Harry came over and said,
"So, young lady, what's your excuse for being late?"
Ginny looked up at him, and simply said "Potions." Harry winced, he knew how bad Snape could be at times.
"Oh right.. That's a good enough excuse, I suppose." He teased. "I was wondering where you'd got to, I mean we couldn't be doing without one of our founding members, eh?" Ginny smiled yet again, and twisted the hair at the nape of her neck round her long, thin, pale fingers.
Just at that moment, some girls in the year below Ginny came scurrying over, desperate for Harry to help them. Ginny knew they only really wanted to talk to Harry, because he really was anyone's dream boy, but Harry would never consider this, so he looked apologetically at Ginny, and said, "I'll see you later. Don't stay up too late." Ginny smiled, nodded, and went back to helping people.
The rest of the DA meeting was a bit of a blur, and, before she knew it, Ginny was back in the common room, sitting on a chair and fiddling with an old quill. She had no homework left after finishing her Potions essay, but was not in the least bit tired. All the work had made her realise just how painfully close her exams were becoming, and she started to panic slightly. She was interrupted by footsteps from the boys' staircase.
Harry had left the bedroom with the intent of sitting in the common room for a while to gather his thoughts. He had got half way down the stairs when he saw the red hair, and then the face of Ginny Weasley, sitting in her uniform by the fire. Harry couldn't help noticing that, without her robes, Ginny looked very different. She had on her grey skirt, which she had taken up, and her shirt had the top two buttons undone, with her tie loose, just resting on her chest. She wore translucent tights, and her legs were tucked up behind her in her chair. Harry unconsciously rubbed the back of his head, and smiled at her. Ginny started when he said,
"Oi, I thought I told you to get to bed early." Ginny looked up, gave him a sour expression and said;
"Yeah well. You stayed up far later when you were my age." Harry nodded, admitting defeat, and carried on down the stairs. He reached the seat opposite her, and sat down. Harry commented that Ginny had looked deep in thought when he arrived, and she explained that it was because of her O.W.L.s, and Harry consoled her by explaining that they were not, in fact, as awful as everyone thought they would be, and that he had done well in them, even though he'd had a lot on his mind. Ginny agreed with him, but still retained that she was allowed to be scared, and Harry couldn't argue with that.
Harry looked at his watch, and realised they'd been talking for a good couple of hours. He remembered that he had his defence lesson, with the mystery person the next day, and Ginny was looking increasingly tired;
"Shit, Gin, look at the time!" Harry got up, and so did Ginny. They both stood up at the same time, and so were standing close to each other. Harry noticed how much he must have grown over the last couple of years, because Ginny never used to be that much smaller than him. He looked down at her porcelain face, which was dotted with freckles, and smiled, saying "Goodnight". He found it so hard to have good conversations these days, except for with Ron and Hermione, and it was so good to have one with Ginny. Harry had loved this new side of Ginny; he remembered noticing it at the end of last year, when she had insisted on accompanying him to the Ministry of Magic, even though neither he nor Ron wanted her there. She could now speak to him, and he figured she had got over her school girl crush on him, and so could act normal around him. What Harry didn't know was that Ginny had never got over the crush; she had just convinced herself that there was no chance of anything ever happening, and so had allowed her personality to shine through.
Ginny stood in the common room for a second. She knew it wasn't good for her to talk to him; it just brought it all back, and she remembered why she liked him so much.
"Fuck" she thought to herself. Shit. What was she going to do now? Way to make the obsession die, Harry.
Haaaar, thought I'd forgotten about you lot? Sorry about the wait, but I have literally had no time. That chapter was a bit crap, but I just had to let you know I was still alive.
Mithrandir Sorry to keep you waiting, you'd better review on this chapter, you know.
Stargirl0505 I truly am sorry if the language in this offends you, but I write the language how I speak it and no one in my family, or anyone I know has any problem with me saying "Jesus" or whatever, so it's hard to remember that when writing. I suppose I'll try, though.
MadJupiter Heh, that was kiiind of Harry/Ginny-ish, I had to give you something about which to read, but, don't worry, there will be romance later on. Don't forget, he's got Cho at the moment. Rarrr.
To everyone else who reviewed, thank you so so much. I will update more frequently, I promise, but I will only do so if you keep reviewing.
Thanks,
Nine Alternatives.
Ginny woke up on the morning of the first day of term with a heavy heart. With O.W.L.s drawing closer, the fifth years' work load had almost tripled in size. She could tell that this term she would really have to buckle down and do some serious school work. As she reluctantly got dressed she wondered whether Muggle kids had exams in their 5th year, and, if so, were they has bloody hard as O.W.Ls?
On reaching The Great Hall, Ginny was waved over to her room mates, who had decided to leave her to sleep a little longer that morning, after keeping her up late the night before with tales of their adventures over Christmas. She wandered over to them, meanwhile giving the occasional wave or smile to friends in other houses.
When she had half finished her breakfast, Ginny felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up sharply. Good fucking God. It was fucking him, with his hand on her fucking shoulder. She didn't know what to do, so stared at him. Later the girl would scold herself, and be sure she looked like a gormless trout, but for now, the rest of her senses weren't working.
"Gin, I think we're holding a DA meeting next week. So, uhmmm, Monday alright for you?" Harry removed his hand from her shoulder, and frowned to himself slightly, looking puzzled.
"Yeah.. Monday's cool. I – I'm looking forward to it." Ginny's words left her mouth in a rush, tumbling over each other. In her mind she wanted to appear cool, and not too eager, but, when Harry was around, that just wasn't possible.
"I'll see you there then." Harry smiled at her, and wandered off back to Ron and Hermione.
Ginny sat at breakfast for a while, vaguely listening to her friends' pointless chatter, but decided to make her way back to Gryffindor tower in order to get her bag ready for school that morning. As she had woken up late, she hadn't had a chance to get her books ready, and so was just mounting the main stair case, when she bumped into Malfoy.
"Alright, Ginny?" Malfoy drawled in his excuse for a voice. Ginny kept her eyes down, and tucked her hair behind her ear as Malfoy went on, "Didn't go home for Christmas, then? Your family probably couldn't afford to make the journey to London to pick you up; time is money, and all." As he said this, Malfoy's voice did not sound full of contempt, but rather desperate, as if he needed to insult her, needed to feel above her. Ginny shot him a venomous look, flicked her hair, and carried on walking up the stairs. She couldn't be bothered to argue with Malfoy; she had other things on her mind. When she reached the top of the flight of stairs, she turned around to see Malfoy looking up at her with a puzzled look on her face. He finally tore his eyes away from her, and walked towards the Great Hall.
The rest of the week passed pretty quickly for Ginny. Time was getting short, as OWLs approached, and so the workload had become rather unbearable. Ginny, however, was a clever girl, and could handle it well. Monday approached, and along with it came the DA meeting. The meetings had become popular this year, and Ginny hoped that Harry would remember that she had attended from the start, and it was she who had decided on the name "Dumbledore's Army". Ginny found herself thinking along these lines all too often; she always wondered whether Harry would remember her through everything. She knew he had a soft spot for her, as she had been the little girl who never stopped talking about him, and the little sister of his best friend in the world, and any member of Ron's family was a member of Harry's.
Ginny found herself walking along the corridor to the Room of Requirement all by herself on Monday evening. She had been finishing off a rather taxing Potions essay, and so was a couple of minutes late. As she entered the room, she realised just how popular their club had become; the room had extended itself so as to accommodate all the eager students ready to learn from Harry. Everyone was sitting in silence as Ginny opened the door, and as she came in, she stepped on a creaky floorboard, and interrupted Harry's speech. Fifty faces turned round to face her, all wondering who had dared to show up late to Harry Potter's organisation. Harry looked up as she entered, and, as whispers started, Ginny could only mouth "Fuck. Sorry." to him. Harry laughed, and silenced the group,
"Ahh, Ginny, take a seat." Ginny blushed, and sat down to listen to Harry talking. He was telling the group how he was prepared to teach the basics, and that those who had been members of the DA last year, would help him to train up the new recruits. Ginny liked this idea, because she had learnt what she would need, and was eager to help other people do the same. Harry announced that the team would be helping the newbies to learn Patronuses. There was much excitement about this, and the room filled with silvery blankets of magic in no time. Ginny was busy helping a couple of third years, when Harry came over and said,
"So, young lady, what's your excuse for being late?"
Ginny looked up at him, and simply said "Potions." Harry winced, he knew how bad Snape could be at times.
"Oh right.. That's a good enough excuse, I suppose." He teased. "I was wondering where you'd got to, I mean we couldn't be doing without one of our founding members, eh?" Ginny smiled yet again, and twisted the hair at the nape of her neck round her long, thin, pale fingers.
Just at that moment, some girls in the year below Ginny came scurrying over, desperate for Harry to help them. Ginny knew they only really wanted to talk to Harry, because he really was anyone's dream boy, but Harry would never consider this, so he looked apologetically at Ginny, and said, "I'll see you later. Don't stay up too late." Ginny smiled, nodded, and went back to helping people.
The rest of the DA meeting was a bit of a blur, and, before she knew it, Ginny was back in the common room, sitting on a chair and fiddling with an old quill. She had no homework left after finishing her Potions essay, but was not in the least bit tired. All the work had made her realise just how painfully close her exams were becoming, and she started to panic slightly. She was interrupted by footsteps from the boys' staircase.
Harry had left the bedroom with the intent of sitting in the common room for a while to gather his thoughts. He had got half way down the stairs when he saw the red hair, and then the face of Ginny Weasley, sitting in her uniform by the fire. Harry couldn't help noticing that, without her robes, Ginny looked very different. She had on her grey skirt, which she had taken up, and her shirt had the top two buttons undone, with her tie loose, just resting on her chest. She wore translucent tights, and her legs were tucked up behind her in her chair. Harry unconsciously rubbed the back of his head, and smiled at her. Ginny started when he said,
"Oi, I thought I told you to get to bed early." Ginny looked up, gave him a sour expression and said;
"Yeah well. You stayed up far later when you were my age." Harry nodded, admitting defeat, and carried on down the stairs. He reached the seat opposite her, and sat down. Harry commented that Ginny had looked deep in thought when he arrived, and she explained that it was because of her O.W.L.s, and Harry consoled her by explaining that they were not, in fact, as awful as everyone thought they would be, and that he had done well in them, even though he'd had a lot on his mind. Ginny agreed with him, but still retained that she was allowed to be scared, and Harry couldn't argue with that.
Harry looked at his watch, and realised they'd been talking for a good couple of hours. He remembered that he had his defence lesson, with the mystery person the next day, and Ginny was looking increasingly tired;
"Shit, Gin, look at the time!" Harry got up, and so did Ginny. They both stood up at the same time, and so were standing close to each other. Harry noticed how much he must have grown over the last couple of years, because Ginny never used to be that much smaller than him. He looked down at her porcelain face, which was dotted with freckles, and smiled, saying "Goodnight". He found it so hard to have good conversations these days, except for with Ron and Hermione, and it was so good to have one with Ginny. Harry had loved this new side of Ginny; he remembered noticing it at the end of last year, when she had insisted on accompanying him to the Ministry of Magic, even though neither he nor Ron wanted her there. She could now speak to him, and he figured she had got over her school girl crush on him, and so could act normal around him. What Harry didn't know was that Ginny had never got over the crush; she had just convinced herself that there was no chance of anything ever happening, and so had allowed her personality to shine through.
Ginny stood in the common room for a second. She knew it wasn't good for her to talk to him; it just brought it all back, and she remembered why she liked him so much.
"Fuck" she thought to herself. Shit. What was she going to do now? Way to make the obsession die, Harry.
Haaaar, thought I'd forgotten about you lot? Sorry about the wait, but I have literally had no time. That chapter was a bit crap, but I just had to let you know I was still alive.
Mithrandir Sorry to keep you waiting, you'd better review on this chapter, you know.
Stargirl0505 I truly am sorry if the language in this offends you, but I write the language how I speak it and no one in my family, or anyone I know has any problem with me saying "Jesus" or whatever, so it's hard to remember that when writing. I suppose I'll try, though.
MadJupiter Heh, that was kiiind of Harry/Ginny-ish, I had to give you something about which to read, but, don't worry, there will be romance later on. Don't forget, he's got Cho at the moment. Rarrr.
To everyone else who reviewed, thank you so so much. I will update more frequently, I promise, but I will only do so if you keep reviewing.
Thanks,
Nine Alternatives.