STUFF I FORGOT TO PUT AT THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER:
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A/n: (bows) yes I know, it's fabulous. I have just completed chapter five, and it is only a day after posting chapter four. Please, hold all your applause!
Ok, enough of that, lol, but yes it's true this is chapter five. It is actually done today on Saturday, but you all won't read it until Tuesday (I just found out that Moday's a holiday, so no school…), because I still don't have internet in my home. But that's ok, cuz now I can start working on chapter six, call me butter cuz I'm on a roll. (laughs hysterically at her own joke) (twitches) too… much… caffeine… (shakes and laughs hysterically some more).
Sorry guys, I haven't slept in a while, I have so many projects due and stuff, and lately I've had these incredible urges to write, that part (even if it is a solitary ray on a gloomy horizon) is wonderful. I am going to start another fan fiction actually. It's gonna be a past one, about Lily and them. I hope you all go read that one too! But ok, I feel like I'm chattering incessantly, so I'll let yall read now. (does any one even read my author notes? If you do, thanks). Well, please read and review!
Aimee
Sanity of the insane
Chapter five
Seek and you shall find
Ginny woke up with her diary pages glued to the side of her head with saliva, and she could only assume that, at some point she'd dozed off. Carefully, she pulled the diary from her face, and tapped it dry with her wand. It wasn't, in fact, until she read what she'd written, that she could remember why she awoke with an immense feeling of elation, and euphoria, but a thrill ran through her heart, again, as she read about Harry.
Ginny stretched luxuriously, slipping the diary carefully beneath her pillow, got out of her bed (which promptly started to make itself), and sauntered off to the common room, pulling on a purple sweater sporting a large pink 'G' embroidered on the front. The common room was almost empty, save for the few stragglers who weren't going to breakfast, as Ginny entered. Yawning, she pulled a fifth year schedule from the message board and groaned. First thing was a double potions lesson, with the stuffy Huffies. Guilt surged through her as she thought such a mean thing about the Hufflepuffs. They'd lost poor Hannah after all.
Ginny decided to skip breakfast, and went back up to her dormitory to get ready for the long boring day before her. What luck did she have? Snape, and the Hufflepuffs? It really wasn't too fair. Her eyes scanned the rest of the paper gloomily, and she perked at the bottom, when she saw she had double defense with… she oggled. With Firenze and Harry? She couldn't believe her luck. Was Harry really going to teach? Why hadn't he told her about it? She shook her head, why would he tell her about it, it's not as though he considered her a friend. Last night was just a very nice coincidence.
It was excitement of her later lessons alone, that motivated Ginny to get to Potions on time, but when she entered, her jaw dropped. In the front of the room stood, not Snape, but a very tall, stately looking woman with graying black hair and a severe air about her.
"Come in class! Tardiness is not acceptable. You there! Hmm." The woman glanced at her role book, "You must be the Weasley. Come in and stop just standing there, time is of importance and it is little of it that we have." The woman's voice was sharp and crisp, with out one mispronounced syllable.
Ginny, startled to be acknowledged, slipped into a desk in the back corner where she always sat, beside Parvati Patil. The soft tinkling bell announcing the start of lessons sounded through the classroom.
"Now. All those behind the third row, kindly take your things and move up to the front three rows."
Every one gaped at her. No one ever sat that far up front, except for Louis, a weird Hufflepuff kid, but no one else.
"Now!" the woman barked coldly. No avail. "Fine. We will assign seats. Here," she pointed to the first seat, "Ginevra Weasley. Here," the next seat over, "Colin Creevey" and on went the assignment of seats.
Ginny grumbled as she threw her cauldron and ingredients on the appointed desk, then turned to glare at Colin who was grinning broadly at her with a ridiculously blunt air of adoration about him.
"What Colin?" Ginny whispered coldly.
Colin sighed. "Nothing Ginny. You just look so pretty today. Is that a new sweater?"
"No Colin," she resisted the strong urge to roll her eyes, for she knew that would be rude, "I've had it, my mother made it. I'll be sure to let her know that you like it. Maybe she'll even make you one."
"There will be silence in my classroom." The sound of the woman's voice again made Ginny start. "I assume that you all are wondering where your former teacher Severus Snape is, and I must say I do not know. He will be here later in the year. I am Madame Bones. You shall call me nothing else. Now, begin working on a sleeping draft, it will be due at the end of the class!"
Almost every one was groaning as they walked out of the dungeons two hours later, for they had all been scorned for talking, one girl, Chrissie Owens, even got it for just sneezing.
"That woman is totally barbaric!" Ginny seethed to the nearest person, Parvati, "I mean, where does she get off on being so… cross? 'Time is of importance, and it is little of it that we have' pulease! We had two whole hours of her nagging, and how many times did she say 'Now'" Ginny rolled her eyes, and turned out into the courtyard where she joined up with Hermione.
"Oh, hello Ginny. How was your first lesson?"
Ginny groaned. "Dreadful. I had potions, and this new woman was there, her name was 'Madame Bones' and we aren't to call her by any thing else. Snape isn't here yet this year, guess he's still doing work for you know what… or for Voldemort."
For some reason, a smile cracked on Hermione's face.
"What?" Ginny demanded crossly, she was in no mood for foolishness.
"Nothing, it's just occurred to me, that while you're whole life every one's been saying 'you know who' referring to Voldemort, and now you are saying 'you know what' meaning the order, which is a good thing, and bluntly saying 'Voldemort'."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "What ever. So what was your first class?"
"Muggle studies. It's fascinating."
"Hermione. You are muggle born! I don't see why you would want to learn about stuff you already know."
"Because, it's required for my aspired line of work. You see, I was thinking about joining muggle relations in the ministry. Then I would work with your dad."
Ginny smirked, "By then, he could be your dad to."
"What?" Hermione colored. "I don't know what you're talking about.
"Oh please, Hermione, I'm not blind, I saw all those looks that you and my brother shared over the summer. I think it's sweet! Hermione Granger Weasley."
"Ginny!" Hermione was a deep shade of pink, "oh, yea, well what about Harry? Had many dreams about him lately—"
"Did I hear someone say my name?" It was Harry.
Ginny wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Oh, hello Harry. Ginny and I were just talking about you and Ron.. Er, wondering where you two were at." Hermione covered quickly, looking rather foolish.
"Er, well, here I am, but I don't know where Ron is, I haven't seen him all morning. Hello Ginny." Harry looked sideways at her, his emerald eyes meeting her brown ones.
Ginny faltered, "Oh, erm, hello Harry. How are you doing," she rambled senselessly, "such lovely weather we're having." She wanted to kick her self, she couldn't believe she'd resorted to discussing the weather.
Hermione smirked and said, "Well, sorry to leave you two alone," she winked at Ginny, causing her to go magenta, "But, I've really got to go get my books ready for ancient runes!" She laughed quietly as she walked away.
"er, well, I'd better go too, actually, Ginny. I really need to go find your brother." Harry could feel color in his cheeks, and resented it as he walked away.
"Oh, wait! Harry!" Ginny called out, pulling her schedule from her bag. "I meant to talk to you about something…" She walked over to where he stopped. "I've, well, it says here that you'll be teaching Defense against the dark arts with Firenze this year, are you?"
Harry looked politely confused for a moment then his eyes widened. "You know what? I am! I totally forgot about that. Dumbledore talked to me about it over the break, it's more of an independent study for me in Defense, and I'm only teaching fifth years. He said something about teaching evokes learning. Wow, glad you reminded me Ginny." His eyes sparkled.
Ginny blushed. "Oh, it was, really… ah, so that means I'll get to see you again today." She smiled.
"Yea, I'm sorry to put you through that," Harry smiled and ran his hand through his untidy black hair.
"I'll survive, perhaps, I mean it could be worse, maybe." She laughed as he feigned offense at her words and bid her farewell. She couldn't believe it, she'd actually flirted with Harry, and he'd flirted back.
Ron couldn't believe his rotten luck as he struggled to stand. He was lying in the middle of some corridor, on who knows what floor, with pain screaming with every pulse in his left leg. He struggled to remember what happened, and how he'd wound up there. He could remember going to the Kitchens in the middle of the night, then walking around eating eclairs while he thought about the oncoming year. But that was all he could seem to recall.
He tried to stand again, but cried out as pain shot through his leg again. Resigning the idea of walking, he sat up carefully and looked around. He was just near the bottom of a steep narrow staircase, and underneath a tapestry of Gregory the Gimmish. After a moment, he realized where he was. He was on the third floor, but in a hidden passageway, which made his odds of being discovered very slim, unless Harry got out his marauders map. Ron sincerely hoped he would.
Ginny'd spent the whole day thinking of nothing but the last lesson of the day, she couldn't wait. When the bell signaling students to head to their last lesson sounded, she was nearly shaking with anticipation. She ran a quick hand over her hair to make it lie flat, and darted out to the lesson on the first floor.
The room, which Firenze had used the year before, was now cleared of the scene of forestry, but instead was decorated by large pillows, various books, and many other objects to aid the defense students. It reminded Ginny of the room of requirement. She was just going over to the chairs set to the side, when some one tapped her on the shoulder. It was Harry.
"Ginny, come with me, I need to tell you something. It's important."
Ginny felt as though she could float away into the atmosphere, as she followed him out of the classroom.
"Ginny," there was an urgency in his tone. "Have you seen your brother at all today."
Taken aback, Ginny thought about it, then shook her head no.
"I figured as much. He hasn't been I any of our lessons, or in the dorm, he was there when I went to sleep," a brief image of Harry sleeping shot through Ginny's mind, "But he wasn't there when I woke up. At the time I just assumed that he was at breakfast, but I haven't seen him all day."
Ginny felt her throat tighten. "You don't think that… nothing's happened to him, right?"
"I don't know. But after this lesson I'm sure to find out. I'm going to use the marauder's map…"
"The what?"
"I'll explain it all later," the bell sounded, "damn, we're late, but wait for me after class, and we'll figure it out then."
After class, Harry walked out of the classroom, and saw Ginny standing there waiting for him, looking so worry. He hated for her to worry.
"Erm, lets go I guess, the maps in my dorm." Harry let her walk slightly ahead of him, it only seemed polite. He watched her walk.
He loved the way she moved, so deliberate and sure, the way she kept reaching up to twirl her hair on a single, small finger. He had to fight the urge to reach up and touch her hair, it looked so soft and irresistible.
When they were finally in his dorm, Ginny sat herself down on his bed without question.
"Erm, how did you know that was my bed?" he asked, as he opened his trunk to retrieve the map.
"Simple. That bed over there, is Ron's I see his sweater on his bed, and the Chudley Canons' poster. I assumed that you weren't a big fan of muggle football, so I ruled out both of those beds, I assume that they belong to Seamus and Dean. There's Neville's Mimbulus Mimbletonia." She smiled, "Oh, and it helped that the little snitch you played with all summer was lying right here."
"Oh. Smart. Process of Elimination. Ah, here we are." Harry pulled out the map and tapped it saying 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good'.
Harry smiled as he watched Ginny's eyes grow wide watching the map adorn itself. He let her pick it up and examine its contents.
"Wow, this is amazing Harry. Where'd you get this?" She was obviously awed.
"Well, it's a bit of a story you see, in my third year, I had no permission slip to enter Hogsmeade, so you're brothers, Fred and George, took pity on me, and gave it to me. It has load's of secret passageways and such, it's really helped me in so many ways."
Ginny looked apprehensive, and pushed the map away. "But where did they get it. I learned my lesson about things of this sort. I never trust anything that I don't know how it thinks."
"Oh, don't worry, I know the makers, or two of them anyway. They're, let's just say 'close friends of the family'. You're brother's stole it from Filch a while back." He smiled with relief that Ginny accepted the explanation and picked the map back up.
She started giggling suddenly. "Look there I am! It say's 'Ginevra Elise Weasley'. That is so wicked!"
"Yea, now for your brother." Harry gently took the map from her, and looked it over with a scrutinizing eye. "Oh, there he is, on the secret passage way on the third floor, uh, come on, I'll take you there. Mischief Managed." He touched the map with his wand and the ink instantly disappeared.
When they reached Ron, he was laughing deliriously at something, but neither Harry nor Ginny could figure out what.
"Ron!" Ginny ran over to him, her face creased with worry. "Oh, Ronnie, what happened? Are you hurt?"
Ron instantly stopped laughing. "Harry. Ginny. Where've you been? I have been here all day, and no one has passed. I think my leg is broken."
"Sorry mate," Harry, with Ginny's help, pulled Ron to a standing position, allowing him to lean on him for support. "I didn't think of using the Marauder's Map right away. How did you get here anyway? Why weren't you in bed?"
Ron blushed, "Well, I went to the kitchens, then I walked around eating eclairs, but I guess I fell down the stairs, and woke up here."
"Oh, erm, ok, well, let's get you out of here and to the Hospital wing."
With Ron leaning on Ginny and Harry, the trio made their way out of the passageway and down to the Hospital Wing. Little did any of them know of the three Slytherins stood in the shadows watching their every movement.
A/n: well, did you like it? Hate it? What? Please review this chapter, I really hope you all liked it, it is my longest chapter yet. (smiles to herself proudly) But if its complete rubbish I really need to know. I think it may have a bit more fluff on Ginny's part, and even Harry's than I have shown yet, but the genre is subclassed as 'romance' so, I hope you don't mind. It's really mild considering some of these stories on here that I have read that have Ginny and Harry all over themselves immediately. I believe that there needs to be a time that can be related to the actual story line by J.k.
Oh, and I am so excited, cuz J.k. said that there would be some romance for Harry in book six, and I really think its Ginny, cuz he got to know her sooo much better in book five, and it seemed that everytime he was around her, J.k. made it a point to write about his contentment, or his happiness etc.
Well, i was going to give happiness to my reviewers of the last chapter, but since no one reviewed, i guess i wont.
Aimee
