Author: Krissy
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's notes: This is a little angsty piece. It features a Harry who might seem a tad ooc, but it's only because he's finally figured out he likes Ginny, too.
pairing: Goyle/Ginny, slight Ginny/Harry
rating: G
It had started with letters.
'You are sweet.'
'You are pretty.'
'I wish you were mine.'
'You have pretty eyes.'
Then it had moved onto gifts.
A dead rose that had obviously been alive before the delivery owl had decided to get bored.
A half empty box of chocolate frogs, with a note saying ('Sorry, I got hungry.')
She had never thought about it. Just tossing them in the nearest garbage bin after looking for a name. Ron, her brother, had told her just to forget about it. Obviously whoever it was, was trying to trick her.
Ginny didn't think so, but she didn't argue. A Weasley temper was a bad thing, and she'd been under the receiving blow enough times to know not to press him.
So, day after day, she tossed away whatever gift had come by owl. Sometimes she pondered keeping it, especially one day when Mystery Admirer sent her a brown stone, claiming it was the same shade as her eyes.
"It's probably hexed," Hermione argued. She always sided with her boyfriend, but even if she didn't have Ron, Ginny thought she'd say the same thing.
"Don't listen to her," Lavender Brown giggled. "It's sooo romantic! Even if a bit odd..."
Ginny secretly agreed. But she threw the stone out just the same.
It was just a rock, after all.
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A few days later, three owls had come in together, carrying a long thin package. Whispers broke out among the Gryffindor Table as the owls fluttered near Ginny. With wide eyes, she tentatively took the package from them, offering them small bites from her bread.
"That looks like..." Ron stared in awe as his sister began to tear away the plain brown paper.
"It's a broom," Harry agreed as Ginny finally unwrapped the somewhat sloppy wrapping job. "It's the newest model of the Firebolt! Even the Slytherins don't have it..."
"Why would someone give Ginny that?" Ron wondered, somewhat jealous.
Ginny removed the note taped to the broomstick.
'I heard Quidditch tryouts are soon and thought you'd like a bit of help.'
"For Quidditch tryouts," Ginny explained, showing her friends the note. "Who do you think sent it?"
"Probably Malfoy," Hermione sniffed.
"It had better not have been Malfoy!" Ron's face flushed red. "I'll pulverize him!"
"Why would Malfoy send Ginny something?" Harry wondered, he grinned slightly down at the redhead, who sat next to him at the table.
Ginny frowned slightly and studied the note again. It was obviously written on one of those Quick-Quotes Quills, as the scrawl was messy and readable. Rereading the note again, Ginny stared at the 'Quidditch tryouts' line. Only one person she knew played Quidditch and could afford a broom.
"Harry?" Ginny squeaked, staring up at Harry with wide eyes. "Was it... you?"
"What? I --" Harry promptly fell silent at the impact of Ginny barreling against him in a hug.
"Thank you," she said silently, so only he could hear, and Harry could just nod slightly, flushing a bright red as he hugged her back.
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"Did the Weasel get your gift?" Draco Malfoy asked, giving Goyle an odd look.
"He forgot to put his name on it," Crabbe snickered and Draco rolled his eyes.
Goyle silently watched the Gryffindor table where Ginny Weasley was fawning over Harry Potter.
"Yeah, she got it."
--END.