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Chapter Three
Don't Look Back In Anger
Falling asleep in professor Binns class was as common as Ron and Hermione's fights but alas Ginny was surprisingly wide awake and was taking notes, not because she wanted to excel this class, it's just because the moment she'll fell asleep, she would have to talk to him again or in her case she'd avoid him.
"Colin?" she called quietly at her sleeping friend but he didn't any sign of moving so she poked him lightly still he didn't move. "Colin!"
"W-W-w-What is it?" he asked sleepily and cleared the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm bored."
"Then go to sleep like everyone else."
"I prefer not."
"Then take notes it'll be handy for me later."
"Already did and it's driving me crazy, he talks so s-l-o-w!"
"Then reed a book, I don't know. Now let me sleep." He rested his head on his hands once again but Ginny pinched him ever so strongly. "For the love of God!"
"Don't start with that Colin!"
"Ah? What are you on about?"
"I'm on about nothing Colin, I'm just bored!"
"So am I, that why I sleep."
"Please Colin? Just this time? Please, please, please, please, please, please, pleas-"
"God's sake Ginny!"
"Would you stop saying that!" her voice was louder then she thought and she was standing, the entire class including professor Binns was alert and looking at her.
"Any problem Ms. Wisely? Mr. Crabby?" professor Binns was never good with names.
"No sir. Not for me. It's just Ginny." Colin said brightly much to Ginny's taste. "It's just that Ginny is in a bit of a problem."
"What seems to be problem Mr. Crabby?"
"She has PMS." The last part of the sentence he said in a loud whisper and the whole class became all giggly and a bit disgusted.
"Is that so, Ms. Wisely?" it's seemed that old and dull professor Binns showed his caring side and Ginny grew redder and redder and couldn't fine the proper words. "Would you like to be excused Ms. Wisely?"
"I-I-I-I would like that." She finally said and turned to grin and Colin that was now muttering some foul curses. "Thank you sir."
"Don't thank me, thank young Mr., Crabby for informing me go and rest a little."
"Yes sir, thank you sir and thank you Mr. Crabby!" Ginny skipped her way out of class and as soon as she was out of earshot she laughed loudly.
"Having fan?" said a voice and Ginny looked up to see a young girl probably a first or second year in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I don't know you."
"Oh but you do, Ginny, you do."
"I do? Why would I be hanging with a little kid?"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"What if I tell that I'm a little girl, what then?"
"Then I'll tell you to go and see Madam Pomfry."
"You don't mean it Ginny."
"How do you know my na- NO?"
"Yes."
"I want you to do something for me."
"I thought I told you don't exist for me."
"You know better."
"Yeah you're right, that why I'm going away!" Ginny began walking to the other way as the girl walked along and tried to catch up with her pace. "Stop it, get away from me."
"Not until you listen, Ginny."
"Not in a million years."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"well I am."
"GINNY!" suddenly there was a loud thunder and the torches in the corridor exploded and Ginny stopped and turned to face her.
"If you don't get it, God, I choose to ignore you!" Ginny walked away and entered without thinking to the library.
"there's one inaccuracy in what you said, Ginny." The girl was behind her as Ginny looked for a book in a distant aisle of large shelves packed with gigantic books.
"I thought I made myself clear."
"Yeah, about that. You can't ignore God."
"Really? Why not?"
"Because I'm God silly, and I ca do whatever I want whenever I want and if tell you to do something then you'll do it."
"You're just annoying that's all."
"Annoying enough to make you do what I telling you to do."
"Fine! What do you want me to do?"
"Every year Madam Pince looks for someone to help her in the library but no one ever seems to come and volunteer."
"And you want me to do it."
"you correct."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine, but I'm not going to enjoy this, you know."
"I know, now be a good girl and approach Madam Pince."
Ginny made a face and walked over to Madam Pince's desk where she set and read what looked like the new addition of Witch Weekly.
"May I help you?" she asked in a stern tone and closed the magazine.
"Yes, I heard you were looking for someone to assist you with library work? After classes in mean."
"Well, I am." She was surprised to see that someone had come after all this years; the last one was Rafael Beggary back in 1989 when he was punished for releasing bludgers in Flitwick's class.
"Would you like me to start this afternoon?"
"be here at 4. be punctual."
"Yes sir- I mean Madam." Madam Pince pressed her lips to a thin line as Ginny walked out of the library feeling sicker with every step.
"You're late." Barked Madam Pince and gave Ginny her hawk like face.
"You're wrong." Madam Pince arched a very thin eyebrow at her. "I'm five minutes early." Madam Pince checked her watch and made a huffing sound as Ginny smiled at her (okay so she smirked, but Madam Pince doesn't know it was a smirk) and coughed lightly.
"I presume you want to now where to start?"
"Start what?"
"You're work Ms. Weasley. Please place all the unused books on the tables back where they belong, each book to its section, aisle and so."
Ginny looked around the library, there were at least 200 tables and on each one were at least five books. "This is going to be a very long day."
The first few tables were easy because she new where exactly to place the books seeing that she always used them al the time, but at her fiftieth (or was sixtieth?) table Ginny was lost; she couldn't find the right section for this particular book.
"Where this bloody book is belongs to!" Ginny ranted quietly as she searched for the book's right place, she was now in the far end of the library next to the restricted section.
"What's with the sour face, Ginny?" the little girl asked and caused Ginny to jump and drop the book.
"Sweet mother of God! Do always creep around people?"
"Hay, leave my mother out of this."
"What! Oh just shut up! It's all you're bloody fault anyway."
"Oh why not? Blame it on GOD! It's always me!"
"You are God! You're responsible for everything!"
"It's a hard work! I'm almost never sleep; I forget to eat, all the universe is under my responsibility."
"Stop bitching! You God damn…well…GOD!" Ginny yelled at the girl in front of her.
"No yelling in the library!" the distant voice of Madam Pince was heard.
"Can you relax now?" Ginny asked.
"I'm fine, what seems to be the problem?"
"It's just that I can't locate the Right place for this book." She showed the girl a somewhat thin book with black leather binding that had three inscriptions in gold, P.J.H
"Have ever thought that this isn't a book?" the girl asked in a know-it-all manner.
"It's a library, what can it be if not a book?" Ginny turned her back to the girl and looked throughout the shelves to see if there's any book that resembles the writing.
"There is more then meets the eye." She said in a vogue voice.
"What do mean…where are you?" Ginny turned to answer the girl but it was too late the girl vanished. Ginny pondered for a few moments, looked at her watch and saw that it was almost time for Dinner so she went back to Madam Pince's desk.
"It's time for Dinner, I'll be here tomorrow?"
"No need to ask Ms. Weasley." She then checked her out and took a moment but she smiled, not a grin and not a smirk, just a simple genial smile. "Thank you for your help Ms. Weasley it's nice to see someone eager to help." With that Ginny walked out of the library, not forgetting to take the thin black book along with her.
After dinner as she set in a distant corner of the common room trying to avoid all the noise and mass of homework crazed house mates.
She felt very excited about seeing what that mysterious was and as she opened it her fingers tingled.
"Merlin!" she sighed quietly as she opened the first page and a beautiful pencil sketch of herself curled up by the fire. Next page was of Ron and Hermione standing facing each other, and it looked like they were in the middle of a fight. Turning another page and she saw water paint draw of the Hogwarts Express and it went better with every page; Ginny could not to have notice that she was the main theme of most of the drawings.
"P.J.H who is this person, he has to be a Gryffindor that's for sure. He must have some sort of feelings me, or maybe I'm just easy to draw." Said Ginny to herself a she once again looked at the drawings, and then she remembered that she knows someone in Gryffindor that is famous for his talent in art.
Ginny walked over to the big sofa in front of the fire where almost all Gryffindor Sixth year set and she approached him.
"Dean, is that yours?" she showed of the thin book.
"No, sorry Ginny, but my sketch book is in my trunk." The dark boy responded. "Maybe it belongs to someone else?"
"Yeah, maybe, thanks anyway." She walked away but then stopped her tracks and walked back to group. "Do you know where Harry is by any chance?"
"His up in the dormitory." Said Seamus.
Ginny walked with thrill, could it be? She didn't know whether she was right or wrong but her gut feeling was very strong about it.
"I knew that draw was familiar, who else can make a picture of Sirius and Remus." She climbed the stairs until she reached the sixth year boys dormitory. She knocked on the door and when she heard a muffled. "Come in." she opened it.
"Harry." She panted his name.
"Hay, Gin, is there something wrong? You look a little pale."
"I'm fine, thank you. I just wanted to know, eh…"
"Why won't you sit down?" he showed her to his bed and they both set on it. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Well, not really talk about, I just found something that I think is yours." And then she showed him the thin black book with its shining inscriptions. "P.J.H, its Potter James Harry, you didn't want anyone to know, I guess."
"Where did you find this?"
"You forgot it in the library." She said, turning a very dark shade of red. "You're pretty good."
"You looked!" he appeared to be a little bit mad but also curious to hear her opinion.
"Only a little." She gazed at her shoes. "I wanted to see what it was."
"It okay, I'm not mad, really I'm not." He again laced his fingers with hers and it made her feel secure then she ever felt.
"Are you sure?" she asked and felt her mouth dry as she stared into his eyes.
"Sure I'm not, Gin, I'll never be mad at you." Ginny didn't knew what made her do it, maybe it was having Harry this close, maybe it was some stupid instinct, but she leaned forward and allowed her lips to meet Harry's.
She was more surprised when his lips kissed her back….
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