A/N: I'm finally back with the fourth chapter! YAY! I'll go ahead and
give you a heads up now, the percentage of this chapter that I didn't write
in Science on Thursday and Friday may be a little..off. I've been feeling
a bit light-headed today due to too much cough syrup so..you've been
warned. WARNING: Extreme fluff ahead, you might want to slip on some
shades, it's so blinding. Oh, and sorry in advance for the length! I'll
make the next one longer, I SWEAR!
Thank You Time!:
LilyP-Writer: You always leave such nice reviews! ^___________^ THANK YOU!
Miss Ginny: A character like Avery? -shiver- Strange. Avery is actually my friend's character off of a HP role play so..THANKS
mellowyellow36: Sorry for the delay, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it! THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
dementorchic: YAY! People picked up on the not-so-subtle hint! ^________^ LOTSA THANKS!
deity of death1: Sorry it took me so long to update! ^_____^' But have no fear, the next chapter is here! (Yeah..that was really corny..) THANK YOU!
JamieBell: I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far! AND THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
Tara: TADA! An update! ^____________^ THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
Disclaimer: [ Grr. Phaerie doesn't own it. And this makes her mad. So beware JKR.. One day – ONE DAY – it will be PHAERIE'S. Or not, you know, it could swing either way..
+|x|+Snapshots+x+Chapter 4: Spiked Butterbeer = Tipsy Ginny+|x|+
The plans were laid out, the stage set, and all that was left was for Ginny to actually follow through with it. As this thought crossed her mind for the umpteenth time, she took a long swig from her Butterbeer bottle whose contents were mixed with a dash of Fire Whiskey thanks to one Mr. Creevey.
She fell back against the not-so-fluffy armchair that was located in a somewhat secluded corner of the Common Room in an attempt to drive the fog and dizziness from her alcohol-ridden brain. Another string of hiccups emerging, Ginny scanned the room and dully noted that it was steadily clearing – soon Harry'd be the only one left with the exception of Ginny, whom everyone thought had already headed up to bed.
A sound pat on the back sent Ginny's vision spinning again as the fuzzy-edged image of Colin entered her range of sight. She could just make out the apologetic grin that marred his features. "So wha's the –hic- verdict?" Ginny asked, her words slurring due to the numbing feeling the alcohol had left her with.
Colin looked down and gave her a sheepish laugh. "Sorry, Gin. Looks like you're going to have to go through with it after all. He wouldn't stay put in a single one of the photos I took at the match," he told her, his eyes staying transfixed on the crimson carpet below, but Ginny didn't notice this, being preoccupied with trying to pinpoint which of the three Colin's in front of her was the real Colin and all.
"Damn," was her only reply as she shrank further down into the chair.
Colin cleared his throat to grab her wavering attention, "Well, you two are the only one's left now, once I head up to the dorms. The camera's in place, just press this button once you've..er..captured his undivided attention." And with a whispered good luck and another pat on the back, Colin handed her the small remote he'd conjured to activate the camera and departed.
Ginny clumsily felt around the table in front of her for another bottle of Butterbeer/Fire Whiskey, and upon finding a half empty one, through her head back as the sharp liquid pierced it's way down her throat. She shakily stood and made her way toward the boys' staircase where Harry was currently heading, obviously ready to retire for the night upon noticing that everyone else had. She couldn't stop the words from a cartoon her father had showed her on the tevelision he'd bought that summer: I'm gonna sing the Doom Song! Doom dooom doomdoom dooooom doom doom..
+x+
Small hands encircling Harry's waist brought him to an abrupt stop, and, upon looking down at the said hands, noticed a light scar across the knuckles on the left. A scar that had been obtained from an unfortunate rendezvous with the sharp branches of a tree when a witch on her broom dosed off during Quidditch practice and took a nasty dive. And that witch had been none other than Ginny Weasley.
'Bloody Hell,' he thought as his eyes widened and his face darkened to an unhealthy shade of red. "Er..Ginny? What are you doing?" he asked hesitantly, his voice cracking halfway through.
"Smellin' ya," came her slurred, muffled response from behind him, followed by a long intake of breath.
"Smelling me?" he inquired incredulously after composing himself again.
"Yesh."
"Dare I ask why?"
"'Cause ya smell nice – li'e soap bubbles an' grass an' choc'late frogs."
"Yes, well, is there any other particular reason you're smelling me?"
"Um - lessee..I can' 'member actually..I know there was a reashon..now what was it? Ah, well. My ansher is~: Jus' ta smell ya, oh- smellay-good-one!"
"Gin, are you drunk?"
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe!~"
"Why are you drunk?"
"Why do ya keep askin' me these questions that I can' 'member the anshers to? Hark! Somethin' is tuggin' at the back o' my alcohol-infes'ed mind! What's that ya say, lil' voices? Oh yesh! It was somethin' involvin' me kissin' Harry..an' yesh, I do realize that I'm not curren'ly kissin' 'im, ya smarmy gits! It would app'r that young Virginia Weashley has chicken'd out."
All throughout Ginny's little chat with what Harry could only guess were the voices in her head, his face had been rapidly becoming discolored, ranging in light shades of pink all the way to a dark crimson flush. "K- kiss me?" Oh dear, he hadn't meant for that to come out so high-pitched.
"Now why was it I was suppos'd ta – tha's right! Me and Colin decid'd it was time we took action since it didn' look li'e you were goin' ta stay within the frames of any of the shots we took! Hm.. suppose huggin' ya will have ta suffice.." Ginny mumbled the last and tightened her hold on his waist, sending him into an even deeper pool of confusion. He felt one of her fists ball up against his abdomen just as a bright flash illuminated the Common Room, catching Harry by surprise and not helping one bit with his discombobulated state as it was. "Photo-Op!" Ginny's sing- song voice rang out amidst her drunken giggles.
"What the - " and then it all clicked. "Gin, just how drunk do you think you are at the moment?"
"Hmm...enough so that I won' 'member a thin' by mornin' hopefully, else I'll ne'er be able ta look ya in the eye again," she muttered thoughtfully.
"Good." And suddenly Ginny's arms had been disentangled from his middle, Harry had turned around to face her and she was the one held in place by his arms. Dear Merlin their faces were awfully close to one another. And, oh sweet Sugar Quills! Why were Harry's lips covering hers? Even in her drunken state, the thought came in loud and clear: Harry Potter is kissing me.
(OKAY! Here's the rest of it, since so many requested it! Be proud of me! I successfully finished this in Geometry without having my notebook taken away! Oh yeah, I'm sneaky. –maniacal laughter-)
'Bloody Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, I'm kissing Ginny Weasley, younger sister to six Weasley brothers who will kill me if they find out. Yet, that doesn't make it any less enjoyable. She tastes like Butterbeer and – Fire Whiskey!? No wonder she's so tipsy. Now, is it just my imagination, or is she kissing me back? That's quite the show of fireworks that I'm seeing in my head. This is much better than kissing Dream Ginny. And now the question is: to be bold, or not to be bold? Come on Potter! Give the Sorting Hat a good reason to have placed you in Gryffindor!'
That said (or thought rather), he let one of his arms fall from her waist and land on her still-fisted hand, never letting his lips leave hers even though he was in dire need of air. Loosening her hold on the object, he laced his fingers with hers and pressed the heel of his palm against the camera's small remote, resulting in another flash of blinding light.
They broke apart and silence descended in terms of speaking as they were both panting rather heavily. Ginny was staring at him, her confusion overtaking the dazed expression that was just present. "Whasaapha?" she whispered incoherently, though whether it was an after-effect of the kiss or just the alcohol, Harry had no clue.
Guessing at the source of her puzzlement, he choked out, "To help you remember in the morning." And with a mischievous twitch of his lips, he brought his lips to hers once again – this time, flash not included.
Ginny's brain was in complete disarray, and she was on Cloud 27, or was it 9? Oh, well! Se had more important things to deal with! Like the fact that Harry had just kissed her! And he'd just told her goodnight and was now ascending the stairs to the boys' dorms! And, on no! That meant that Harry wasn't holding her up anymore! It was quite unfortunate that her legs had taken on the characteristics of Jell-o the second Harry in all his smelly-good self had kissed her. She stumbled back, her knees quickly buckling under her, and found herself thrown over the back of a couch, her feet dangling off the end. It was here that her drunken haze clouded over her mind completely, leaving her in the hands of the warm and fluffy darkness of sleep. And it was here that Colin Creevey found her the next morning around dawn, a goofy grin plastered on her face in a way that suggested that if her face stayed like that much longer, it'd freeze that way.
A/N: OMGfluff. X3 So, how was it? Take note that this isn't the end. There's still much more to come, for as they say, the course of true love never did run smooth
Preview of Chapter 5 of Snapshots:
It was approximately 10:27 AM on Sunday October the 13th, and Ginny Weasley was to be found just now rising from the mass of disheveled sheets and robes that had been her sanctuary just moments before. Her head was pounding, the one ray of sunlight that crept through her drawn curtains was inflicting an excruciating amount of pain upon her, and the quiet shuffle of feet outside the dorm door was tumultuous to her poor ears. Mental note: Never take up alcoholism.
She stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling with her blouse buttons and next the shower handle. The warm water did nothing to ease her hangover, but it helped her body relax and make it at least bearable until she could pop into the infirmary and nick a few potions to remedy her situation.
It was as she tripped over her own feet and tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs, heavy bags under her eyes and looking like one of the living dead, that Colin approached her with an amused grin. "What?" she rasped out impatiently. Colin silently handed her two newly developed photos and waited patiently for her to look at them. They were the pictures she'd taken last night. The first was a picture of her restraining a struggling Harry with all her might to keep him in the photo frame, every now and then, he'd slip out of her grasp and disappear, but Photo Ginny would quickly drag him back into view. The second photo was what sent her into a dead faint, eyes wide and horror-stricken. The second picture was of her and Harry again, but this time Harry wasn't trying to escape, for he and she were lip-locked, completely oblivious to anything else.
I'll leave the review responses until next chapter since I wanna go ahead and repost this. Ciao.
~Phaerie
Beta's Comments: Why do I always get stuck beta-ing your chapters? I dunno, don't ask me. There weren't a whole lot of mistakes for me to correct, but I did my best. And I absolutely loved Ginny's slurred language..it cracked me up! XD Anyway, review oh faithful reader's!
Thank You Time!:
LilyP-Writer: You always leave such nice reviews! ^___________^ THANK YOU!
Miss Ginny: A character like Avery? -shiver- Strange. Avery is actually my friend's character off of a HP role play so..THANKS
mellowyellow36: Sorry for the delay, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it! THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
dementorchic: YAY! People picked up on the not-so-subtle hint! ^________^ LOTSA THANKS!
deity of death1: Sorry it took me so long to update! ^_____^' But have no fear, the next chapter is here! (Yeah..that was really corny..) THANK YOU!
JamieBell: I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far! AND THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
Tara: TADA! An update! ^____________^ THANK YOU FOR READING AND REVIEWING!
Disclaimer: [ Grr. Phaerie doesn't own it. And this makes her mad. So beware JKR.. One day – ONE DAY – it will be PHAERIE'S. Or not, you know, it could swing either way..
+|x|+Snapshots+x+Chapter 4: Spiked Butterbeer = Tipsy Ginny+|x|+
The plans were laid out, the stage set, and all that was left was for Ginny to actually follow through with it. As this thought crossed her mind for the umpteenth time, she took a long swig from her Butterbeer bottle whose contents were mixed with a dash of Fire Whiskey thanks to one Mr. Creevey.
She fell back against the not-so-fluffy armchair that was located in a somewhat secluded corner of the Common Room in an attempt to drive the fog and dizziness from her alcohol-ridden brain. Another string of hiccups emerging, Ginny scanned the room and dully noted that it was steadily clearing – soon Harry'd be the only one left with the exception of Ginny, whom everyone thought had already headed up to bed.
A sound pat on the back sent Ginny's vision spinning again as the fuzzy-edged image of Colin entered her range of sight. She could just make out the apologetic grin that marred his features. "So wha's the –hic- verdict?" Ginny asked, her words slurring due to the numbing feeling the alcohol had left her with.
Colin looked down and gave her a sheepish laugh. "Sorry, Gin. Looks like you're going to have to go through with it after all. He wouldn't stay put in a single one of the photos I took at the match," he told her, his eyes staying transfixed on the crimson carpet below, but Ginny didn't notice this, being preoccupied with trying to pinpoint which of the three Colin's in front of her was the real Colin and all.
"Damn," was her only reply as she shrank further down into the chair.
Colin cleared his throat to grab her wavering attention, "Well, you two are the only one's left now, once I head up to the dorms. The camera's in place, just press this button once you've..er..captured his undivided attention." And with a whispered good luck and another pat on the back, Colin handed her the small remote he'd conjured to activate the camera and departed.
Ginny clumsily felt around the table in front of her for another bottle of Butterbeer/Fire Whiskey, and upon finding a half empty one, through her head back as the sharp liquid pierced it's way down her throat. She shakily stood and made her way toward the boys' staircase where Harry was currently heading, obviously ready to retire for the night upon noticing that everyone else had. She couldn't stop the words from a cartoon her father had showed her on the tevelision he'd bought that summer: I'm gonna sing the Doom Song! Doom dooom doomdoom dooooom doom doom..
+x+
Small hands encircling Harry's waist brought him to an abrupt stop, and, upon looking down at the said hands, noticed a light scar across the knuckles on the left. A scar that had been obtained from an unfortunate rendezvous with the sharp branches of a tree when a witch on her broom dosed off during Quidditch practice and took a nasty dive. And that witch had been none other than Ginny Weasley.
'Bloody Hell,' he thought as his eyes widened and his face darkened to an unhealthy shade of red. "Er..Ginny? What are you doing?" he asked hesitantly, his voice cracking halfway through.
"Smellin' ya," came her slurred, muffled response from behind him, followed by a long intake of breath.
"Smelling me?" he inquired incredulously after composing himself again.
"Yesh."
"Dare I ask why?"
"'Cause ya smell nice – li'e soap bubbles an' grass an' choc'late frogs."
"Yes, well, is there any other particular reason you're smelling me?"
"Um - lessee..I can' 'member actually..I know there was a reashon..now what was it? Ah, well. My ansher is~: Jus' ta smell ya, oh- smellay-good-one!"
"Gin, are you drunk?"
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe!~"
"Why are you drunk?"
"Why do ya keep askin' me these questions that I can' 'member the anshers to? Hark! Somethin' is tuggin' at the back o' my alcohol-infes'ed mind! What's that ya say, lil' voices? Oh yesh! It was somethin' involvin' me kissin' Harry..an' yesh, I do realize that I'm not curren'ly kissin' 'im, ya smarmy gits! It would app'r that young Virginia Weashley has chicken'd out."
All throughout Ginny's little chat with what Harry could only guess were the voices in her head, his face had been rapidly becoming discolored, ranging in light shades of pink all the way to a dark crimson flush. "K- kiss me?" Oh dear, he hadn't meant for that to come out so high-pitched.
"Now why was it I was suppos'd ta – tha's right! Me and Colin decid'd it was time we took action since it didn' look li'e you were goin' ta stay within the frames of any of the shots we took! Hm.. suppose huggin' ya will have ta suffice.." Ginny mumbled the last and tightened her hold on his waist, sending him into an even deeper pool of confusion. He felt one of her fists ball up against his abdomen just as a bright flash illuminated the Common Room, catching Harry by surprise and not helping one bit with his discombobulated state as it was. "Photo-Op!" Ginny's sing- song voice rang out amidst her drunken giggles.
"What the - " and then it all clicked. "Gin, just how drunk do you think you are at the moment?"
"Hmm...enough so that I won' 'member a thin' by mornin' hopefully, else I'll ne'er be able ta look ya in the eye again," she muttered thoughtfully.
"Good." And suddenly Ginny's arms had been disentangled from his middle, Harry had turned around to face her and she was the one held in place by his arms. Dear Merlin their faces were awfully close to one another. And, oh sweet Sugar Quills! Why were Harry's lips covering hers? Even in her drunken state, the thought came in loud and clear: Harry Potter is kissing me.
(OKAY! Here's the rest of it, since so many requested it! Be proud of me! I successfully finished this in Geometry without having my notebook taken away! Oh yeah, I'm sneaky. –maniacal laughter-)
'Bloody Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, I'm kissing Ginny Weasley, younger sister to six Weasley brothers who will kill me if they find out. Yet, that doesn't make it any less enjoyable. She tastes like Butterbeer and – Fire Whiskey!? No wonder she's so tipsy. Now, is it just my imagination, or is she kissing me back? That's quite the show of fireworks that I'm seeing in my head. This is much better than kissing Dream Ginny. And now the question is: to be bold, or not to be bold? Come on Potter! Give the Sorting Hat a good reason to have placed you in Gryffindor!'
That said (or thought rather), he let one of his arms fall from her waist and land on her still-fisted hand, never letting his lips leave hers even though he was in dire need of air. Loosening her hold on the object, he laced his fingers with hers and pressed the heel of his palm against the camera's small remote, resulting in another flash of blinding light.
They broke apart and silence descended in terms of speaking as they were both panting rather heavily. Ginny was staring at him, her confusion overtaking the dazed expression that was just present. "Whasaapha?" she whispered incoherently, though whether it was an after-effect of the kiss or just the alcohol, Harry had no clue.
Guessing at the source of her puzzlement, he choked out, "To help you remember in the morning." And with a mischievous twitch of his lips, he brought his lips to hers once again – this time, flash not included.
Ginny's brain was in complete disarray, and she was on Cloud 27, or was it 9? Oh, well! Se had more important things to deal with! Like the fact that Harry had just kissed her! And he'd just told her goodnight and was now ascending the stairs to the boys' dorms! And, on no! That meant that Harry wasn't holding her up anymore! It was quite unfortunate that her legs had taken on the characteristics of Jell-o the second Harry in all his smelly-good self had kissed her. She stumbled back, her knees quickly buckling under her, and found herself thrown over the back of a couch, her feet dangling off the end. It was here that her drunken haze clouded over her mind completely, leaving her in the hands of the warm and fluffy darkness of sleep. And it was here that Colin Creevey found her the next morning around dawn, a goofy grin plastered on her face in a way that suggested that if her face stayed like that much longer, it'd freeze that way.
A/N: OMGfluff. X3 So, how was it? Take note that this isn't the end. There's still much more to come, for as they say, the course of true love never did run smooth
Preview of Chapter 5 of Snapshots:
It was approximately 10:27 AM on Sunday October the 13th, and Ginny Weasley was to be found just now rising from the mass of disheveled sheets and robes that had been her sanctuary just moments before. Her head was pounding, the one ray of sunlight that crept through her drawn curtains was inflicting an excruciating amount of pain upon her, and the quiet shuffle of feet outside the dorm door was tumultuous to her poor ears. Mental note: Never take up alcoholism.
She stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling with her blouse buttons and next the shower handle. The warm water did nothing to ease her hangover, but it helped her body relax and make it at least bearable until she could pop into the infirmary and nick a few potions to remedy her situation.
It was as she tripped over her own feet and tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs, heavy bags under her eyes and looking like one of the living dead, that Colin approached her with an amused grin. "What?" she rasped out impatiently. Colin silently handed her two newly developed photos and waited patiently for her to look at them. They were the pictures she'd taken last night. The first was a picture of her restraining a struggling Harry with all her might to keep him in the photo frame, every now and then, he'd slip out of her grasp and disappear, but Photo Ginny would quickly drag him back into view. The second photo was what sent her into a dead faint, eyes wide and horror-stricken. The second picture was of her and Harry again, but this time Harry wasn't trying to escape, for he and she were lip-locked, completely oblivious to anything else.
I'll leave the review responses until next chapter since I wanna go ahead and repost this. Ciao.
~Phaerie
Beta's Comments: Why do I always get stuck beta-ing your chapters? I dunno, don't ask me. There weren't a whole lot of mistakes for me to correct, but I did my best. And I absolutely loved Ginny's slurred language..it cracked me up! XD Anyway, review oh faithful reader's!