Chapter Three
Authors Note: Again, please forgive the mistakes of spelling and grammer. Also, some helpful advice would be very nice. Thank you and enjoy the story!
When they reached the castle, they saw Hermione run out to greet them, and Ginny moved quickly, and Harrys arm sliped from around her waist. Hermionie threw herself in Harrys arms, and he picked her up and swung her around. Ginny felt somehow that she didnt need to be jealus of Hermionie, because she was one of Harry's best friends, and he had never liked her in the was she knew he liked her. Ginny gave Hermionie a small hug, and all three of them walked into Hogwarts toghether.
Hermione guessed easily at the moments that Harry and Ginny had shared together by Ginny's red face, how Ginny had pulled away from Harry when she walked twardes them, and by Harrys constant attention of Ginny. He didnt take his eyes off her, not even once, and stayed as close to her as possible, and looked irratated that Hermione had interupted them.
As they walked, Hermione told Harry about her job, and how strange it felt to take over from her old teacher. Ginny had grinned, and told them she hadnt really taken over, as none stayed in the position for over a year. In all the talking, no one noticed that Harry became silent, and still, walking quietly, and without a sound. He really didnt need to remember all the things they were telling him, he couldnt deal with this pressure, the pressure wasnt great, but to Harry, it was an amazing force, that kept him from being overly happy.
Looking over at Harry, Ginny notices his sad expression, and spoke with athority. "Hermione, its been great catching up, Im sure, but Harry's had a long jurney, and I expect hes tired. We will see you tomamrrow, Im going to go show Harry to his room. Good night!"
"See ya Harry! Night Ginny!" Hermione turned easily, aware that Ginny and Harry had a few things to work out. It wasnt going to be easy teaching classes and watching over Harry at the same time, but Hermione knew Ginny could do it.
As Hermione walked away twardes her office, Harry smiled at Ginny, trying hopefully to seem happy in front of her. Ginny smiled back, but before Harry could put his arm around her again, she said quickly, "Race you to my office!"
She ran off, hoping he would follow her, and he did. He was only a little out of shape from his long stay in the hospital, but it was ovious that Ron had made him go outside almost every day to exersize. He quickly caught up with her, but instead of running ahead of her, he matched her pace, and they ran side by side. Ginny tried to run faster, but her feet still were killing her from the tiny shoes, and she stumbled and fell, lunging for Harry at the last moment, and pulling him down with her.
They laughed easily, as friends, and there was no sense of anxiousness around them. They were again only friends, running around the school.
"Umm, Professor Weasly, umm, and umm, Mister, why arent you in your office?" It was a high voice, one of Ginny stuents, a sweet second year Ravenclaw named Lisa.
"Why hello, Im sorry that your Professor was not in her office, but due to my arrival, she was summoned away. It is my fault, Im sorry. What can we do to help you?" Harry answered like a true gentalman, and Lisa looked taken aback.
"Harry Potter! Uhh, I mean, uhh, Mr Potter, uhh.." She rambled off in her surprise, and Ginny knew she had to rescue her.
"Why, Im sorry, I forgot that you needed to see me, come this way, and 'Mr Potter', you come too."
They walked quickly to her office, only a little ways away. Lisa was staring at Harry in amazement, he was the kind of person someone like her never saw, other than in the papers, and she also noticed his two scars, the one on his forehead, and the one streching from his temple to under his baggy tee-shirt. But even Harry could not hold her attention off her pretty professor.
As they walked into the classroom, Ginny sent Harry into her office, and he sat down, waiting for her to finish talking to the little girl. He felt like he shouldnt poke around in her office, but he felt like it, so he did anyway. He opened her desk draw, and found numorous quill inside, each labled with a diffent name, and a descripion of the ink that it wrote best in.
Then he opened another draw, and found an old scrapbook with important events from the Daily Profet. He skimmed though it, and found on the last page, a picture of himself, lying unconsious in a bed in St Mungo's. He studied the page, and found small round stains on it. Ginny had oviously cried over him at one point, and he wasnt sure how that made him feel. There were pleny more pages in the book, but Ginny had stopped after Harry's acciedent.
He put the book away, and got up, looking at the shelves, and found many items labeled for potions that were very advaced, and also a few helpful ones that were extreamly simple. He grinned as he saw a shelf with the ingredents to the Polyjuice Potion, and couldnt help but to laugh a litte. He saw a doorway that led to her bedroom, but thought that that was a little farther than he felt comefortabe going, so he passed it, and continued his exploration of the shelves.
Harry heard Ginny saying goodbye to her student, and again sat down before her desk, waiting for her to come in. She entered slowly, limping only a little, and sat down on the edge of the desk, her head hanging tiredly, wondering how she was going to manage Harry and her students. Harry got up, and walked around the desk, sitting next to her, and putting his arm, again, around her. She smiled up at him, and layed her head agenst him.
She breathed heavily, and relaxed, letting Harry comfort her in a small way, enjoying the small moment. Then she sighed and stood up, and gestured for him to follow her.
"Come on, the only way for us to get some rest for tomarrow is to get a good nights sleep. Theres your room, mine is just over there, if you need something, dont bother me until I wake up, ok? I need some sleep!"
Harry laughed, and nodded, and made his way into his room. It was a small room, with a small bed frame and a matress, a few pillows and blankets, basicaly plain exept for the walls. They were empty picture frames, and as he looked around for some explanaiton, he saw a note his nightstand, and recinized Ginny's handwriting:
Hey Harry,
Im betting that if your reading this now, Im already sleeping. I didnt mean to be rude if I seemed to be, but Im going to be really tired cause Mione had me up really late. Im not a morning person, so I dont really remember what she was doing. Maybe trying to fix my hair? I dont know! Anyways, if you notice the empty picture frames, all you need to do is tell them what you want to see in them, and they just create the image. Hermione made a bunch for me, and I thought you might want some in your room. I dont really want to keep you reading all night, but I have to tell you a bit about what our schedule is gonna look like over the next few weeks. Starting with tomarrow, just to keep this as short as possible. At 5:30 Im going to have to wake you up(sorry!), and Breakfast is at 6:00. We will be properly inroducing you to the students at breakfast, so please look decent for them! Just joking, you'll look fine! Then we will come back to my office, and I will show you the schedule for my classes. You can sit near me and watch, or sit in the back. If you feel like doing neither, you can feel free to wander the school, but watch out for Peeves. He really doesnt like you all that much. With some of my sixth and seventh years, I might need your help, so stay close by. Again, I will show you my schedule for the day every morning. Then at 12:00, we will have lunch, and then more classes. We are free at last at 4:00, and I can take you to Hogsmeade if you want. Goodnight!
Ginny
Harry grinned lightly at the long letter, and looked at his watch, seeing that it was very late, lay back on his bed, put his glasses away, and proptley fell asleep. Ginny lay awake in the next room, staring up at her changing pictures on the wall. She wondered how smoothly tomarrow was really going to go.
