Sorry the other chapters have been so short. The next one will be longer I promise. Where we left off:
Nothing added up. What the hell is he doing here? I know it has nothing to do with Quidditch… I don't get it… Ginny walked the halls lost in thought. She wasn't even paying attention on where she was going. She was so lost in her thoughts that she walked right into him…
And now…
"Whoa! Ginny watch where your going." Oliver said with a small chuckle. Ginny looked up then immediately looked down at her feet. She didn't look up, as her face began to turn a scarlet red Oliver smiled. "Are you okay?" He asked. Attempting to sound sincere. Although he was failing miserably. Ginny was unable to say anything all she could do was to nod. Feeling like an idiot, her face turned a deeper shade of scarlet hiding her freckles that were on her face. They stood there for only a moment before Oliver started to walk away. "I'll… um… see yea later Ginny." Again all Ginny could do was nod. Not removing her eyes from their current location of her shoes she strolled into her class.
All throughout Astronomy class, Ginny's thoughts continued to hover on the reflection of her meeting with Oliver just moments before. The teacher, Mrs. Hwatz would ask questions, and all Ginny could say was "But I think the little dipper is much prettier." Allowing the rest of her classmates to laugh. After that Mrs. Hwatz pretty much left her alone. Until the bell rang.
"Miss Weasley…" Mrs. Hwatz said rather loudly to be over heard over the enormous chattering.
"Yes professor?" Ginny answered as politely as she could.
"I need to have a word with you. Will you come here?" Mrs. Hwatz had a cold voice. As cold as a nightmare. Her eyes were black and pierced your heart if you looked straight at them. Her hair was long and stringy. The strands looked more like snakes then hair, her face was old and wrinkled. This was her second year teaching at Hogwarts but it didn't mean the children were getting used to seeing her. Even the teachers disliked her appearance.
"Yes professor…" Ginny said. Slowly she edged her way towards the teacher. Trying not to look her dead in the eye. To late. Ginny was nearly paralysed. She was unable to move any closer. Her eyes were locked with Mrs. Hwatz and she was trapped.
"It seems to me Miss Weasley, that you were distracted to day in class. I would like to know what was going on through your mind that made you decide the Big Dipper has little importance." Mrs. Hwatz was not the type of teacher to allow you to just not participate in class. It was her hypnotic eyes that allowed her to gain any information she needed. The only downside was afterwards you knew what had happened. It had gotten Mrs. Hwatz into quite a bit of trouble in the past.
"Well," Ginny began but then it happened. Mrs Hwatz blinked. Ginny quickly looked down towards her books. Gaining back her ability to lie she quickly came up with the only thing she could. "its not that the Big Dipper has little importance it is just that I always wanted to sit in the Little Dipper…" Trying to come up with a lie good enough to fool the teacher was harder than she thought. "I mean sure the Big Dipper is.. Well, big but the little dipper just looks… prettier." Ginny felt proud not only had she just lied her way out of a possibly embarrassing moment but she also got out of detention for not paying attention. Mrs Hwatz looked furious. She could have destroyed the chalk board instead she put on a smile, mind you it was a very cruel smile, and sent Ginny on her way.
After dinner the first Quidditch practice of the year. Oliver was there watching. Making sure the new captain would be good. It was a shock for Ginny when she found out Harry would be team captain this year, but he was very good. Ginny had become a beater Ron was still keeper, while the rest of the positions were filled by first years. All of the really good Quidditch players had graduated. Next year we're screwed!" Ginny thought. Until she saw Oliver that was. Then she stopped thinking, and fell from her broom. Luckily she had only gotten five feet into the air. Oliver ran over and carried her off the field. Ginny was completely unconscious. The images dancing her head were of Oliver. He was holding her as they lay on the grass looking up the stars.
It had been three hours since Ginny fell off of her broom. The only person there was Oliver. "Where's…." the words seemed to get lost somewhere between her head and her mouth. Ginny tried to sit up but quickly fell back down once she realized how much pain she was in.
"Ron was here for two hours. I told him to go eat dinner. He'll be back as soon as he finishes." It was as if he knew what Ginny was thinking.
"Tha…." Again, the words got lost. Ginny closed her eyes. The lights were bugging her. Not only could she not think properly but her head was killing her. As was her back.
"Don't worry about it. Look you seem okay now. I'm going to go get Ron. Get some rest. I'll see you around." With that Oliver got up and left the hospital wing. As he walked away his mind was racing. Is she okay? Maybe I should have stayed… No Ron should be taking care of her. After all Ron is the older brother. With that Oliver just walked down to the dining hall.
"He….le..ft…" Ginny managed to get out. Then she stopped trying to talk.
