Ginny ran all the way back to the portrait crying. How could he use her
like this? Why would anyone anyway? Was she just too weak to fight off
anyone or any emotion? She was feeling so many things right now she didn't
know what to do.
She entered into the common room. Harry had fallen asleep on the couch. Ginny stood against the portrait. Watching the fire reflect in his glasses. He was holding a book and still had his robes on. She wanted to know, just how much he had done it. She just couldn't resist.
Ginny walked slowly up to the couch and leaned over him. She lifted up his arm sleeves, and by the dim light she saw the scars. Some were purple and some were white. Some were red and others were pink. She put her hands on them and it felt like her hand was on fire. Harry moaned in his sleep and pulled his arm away. Apparently she grabbed one of the newest ones.
Ginny watched as his eyes slowly opened. She backed up and tripped over the table.
"Ginny you okay?"
"Fine, yes I'm just...perfect."
She dusted herself off and got back up.
"Why are your eyes so red?"
Ginny looked down at the ground and noticed it was gone.
"Where...did it go?"
"What? Where did what go?"
"My necklace."
"What necklace? I've never seen one on you before."
"Well, uhh, I just got it yesterday so. You might have not noticed it."
"Oh. What were you doing anyway? Trying to sneak a peak at something?"
"You sick perv no!"
She hit him on the shoulder and he began to laugh.
"I'm only joking. But seriously what were you doing?"
"I was just umm. Well..." Harry noticed his arm sleeve pulled up.
"Oh that. Yes well, now that you've seen mine, you have to let me see yours."
"Fine, whatever sparks your wand Potter."
Ginny lifted up her sleeve, exposing all her secrets.
"Hmm. The ones that go straight across are the ones you did when you weren't that angry."
He went across all of the ones with his finger, pointing out what he was talking about.
"The ones that go diagonal are the ones you did when you were most angry. And the ones that are plural and together are the ones you did when you were sad."
"How do you know all this?"
"Good experience I guess. Was I right?"
"Yep."
"Hmm. Okay well I better get back to bed. This time in my room."
"Harry wait. I just wanted to know. You know, about that night?"
He turned around and had a smile on his face.
"Yea, what about it?"
"I was just confused is all."
"What is there to be confused about? I kissed you and you didn't stop me. So we just...kissed. Its not that hard to grasp is it?"
"But why me?"
"Because I wanted to know what it was like."
"What it was like? You've kissed plenty of other girls! What are you talking about?"
"What it was like to kiss my own kind. G'night Gin."
"Wait!"
"No Ginny, not today. Go to sleep."
She was left standing there as she watched him go up the stairs. Ginny wished she could have followed him, but her legs wouldn't move. She just stared into a black hole for a moment, then shook herself back to reality. She looked down and had seen the book Harry was holding.
Ginny looked all around for a title but there was nothing. She opened it up and looked at the pages, blank. She tried 3 different spells to make the words appear, but nothing happened. She touched the pages with her hand and saw the lettering on the first page.
'This may be viewed by the souls left in the dark. If you can read this, view on.'
Ginny took the book upstairs and to her bed and opened it. She held her finger on the edge of the pages and pictures appeared. They were of people and things. Some were just random. There were ones of his friends and quidditch fields. Some were funny pictures of teachers like Snape with funny faces and girl clothes. She laughed and turned the pages as she red his feelings through pictures.
She turned one more page, and saw an odd picture. Her eyes widened and she turned the page again. It was the same person. Next page, same person, different pose. How did he get these pictures? Was he watching that closely? These were all pictures of Ginny.
She entered into the common room. Harry had fallen asleep on the couch. Ginny stood against the portrait. Watching the fire reflect in his glasses. He was holding a book and still had his robes on. She wanted to know, just how much he had done it. She just couldn't resist.
Ginny walked slowly up to the couch and leaned over him. She lifted up his arm sleeves, and by the dim light she saw the scars. Some were purple and some were white. Some were red and others were pink. She put her hands on them and it felt like her hand was on fire. Harry moaned in his sleep and pulled his arm away. Apparently she grabbed one of the newest ones.
Ginny watched as his eyes slowly opened. She backed up and tripped over the table.
"Ginny you okay?"
"Fine, yes I'm just...perfect."
She dusted herself off and got back up.
"Why are your eyes so red?"
Ginny looked down at the ground and noticed it was gone.
"Where...did it go?"
"What? Where did what go?"
"My necklace."
"What necklace? I've never seen one on you before."
"Well, uhh, I just got it yesterday so. You might have not noticed it."
"Oh. What were you doing anyway? Trying to sneak a peak at something?"
"You sick perv no!"
She hit him on the shoulder and he began to laugh.
"I'm only joking. But seriously what were you doing?"
"I was just umm. Well..." Harry noticed his arm sleeve pulled up.
"Oh that. Yes well, now that you've seen mine, you have to let me see yours."
"Fine, whatever sparks your wand Potter."
Ginny lifted up her sleeve, exposing all her secrets.
"Hmm. The ones that go straight across are the ones you did when you weren't that angry."
He went across all of the ones with his finger, pointing out what he was talking about.
"The ones that go diagonal are the ones you did when you were most angry. And the ones that are plural and together are the ones you did when you were sad."
"How do you know all this?"
"Good experience I guess. Was I right?"
"Yep."
"Hmm. Okay well I better get back to bed. This time in my room."
"Harry wait. I just wanted to know. You know, about that night?"
He turned around and had a smile on his face.
"Yea, what about it?"
"I was just confused is all."
"What is there to be confused about? I kissed you and you didn't stop me. So we just...kissed. Its not that hard to grasp is it?"
"But why me?"
"Because I wanted to know what it was like."
"What it was like? You've kissed plenty of other girls! What are you talking about?"
"What it was like to kiss my own kind. G'night Gin."
"Wait!"
"No Ginny, not today. Go to sleep."
She was left standing there as she watched him go up the stairs. Ginny wished she could have followed him, but her legs wouldn't move. She just stared into a black hole for a moment, then shook herself back to reality. She looked down and had seen the book Harry was holding.
Ginny looked all around for a title but there was nothing. She opened it up and looked at the pages, blank. She tried 3 different spells to make the words appear, but nothing happened. She touched the pages with her hand and saw the lettering on the first page.
'This may be viewed by the souls left in the dark. If you can read this, view on.'
Ginny took the book upstairs and to her bed and opened it. She held her finger on the edge of the pages and pictures appeared. They were of people and things. Some were just random. There were ones of his friends and quidditch fields. Some were funny pictures of teachers like Snape with funny faces and girl clothes. She laughed and turned the pages as she red his feelings through pictures.
She turned one more page, and saw an odd picture. Her eyes widened and she turned the page again. It was the same person. Next page, same person, different pose. How did he get these pictures? Was he watching that closely? These were all pictures of Ginny.