Emerald to Honey to Silver
Harry slowly walked down the long corridor of the train. Ginny was, no doubt, sitting in a compartment at the other end. This suited him fine, since he needed time to think about how he would break the news to Ginny. He had seen Ron receive the wrath of the Baby Weasley many times before. It was very similar to that of the Weasley Matriarch's. He wasn't exactly jumping up and down to receive a dose of his own anytime soon.
A considerable amount of moments later, Harry was snapped out of his focused deliberation by a blond. Harry quickly took in his surroundings. Only four compartments separated him from the end of the train. Pansy Parkinson was yelling at someone in a compartment second from the end. ".hell is wrong with you?! You've been avoiding me since we got back! I should just go get that Weasley girl to."
Parkinson had not yet noticed him. Harry was about to turn around and find a compartment to escape into, when he realized that Parkinson had just referred to Ginny and a flash of blood-red caught his eye. Ginny was in the compartment two doors down from the one Pansy was yelling into.
".do another bat-bogey hex on you."
Harry walked right past a huffing Pansy, and into Ginny's compartment. As he closed the door, he realized that Parkinson must have been yelling at Malfoy, and he grinned. His grin ceased immediately, however, when he looked up into the surprised eyes of Ginny Weasley.
"Can I help you, Harry?" The Baby Weasley was the one who broke the silence.
Harry's tongue was caught in his throat. Only this time, it wasn't because he was afraid of getting a dosage of the Weasley wrath. Harry hadn't really looked at Ginny the entire year. The most recent image of her that he held was one of when they were in the Forbidden Forest near the end of his fifth year. She sure had done a lot of growing over the span of a year. She wasn't short like her mother, but wasn't lanky like her brothers. She looked like she could fit right under his chin. Even though she was sitting down, Harry still noticed her amazing curves. Most of her freckles had faded, and the ones that were left, resembled star-dust. Her hair wasn't the orange color of her brothers, but sort of a surreal blood- red. It was no longer straight and shoulder length like it used to be. It was now long, semi-sleek, and looked silky soft, ending in soft ringlets at the ends. This was who he thought as a 'baby-sister'?! What the hell was he thinking?!
Ginny knew something was up. She didn't know what exactly, but had an idea. The trio had been trying for weeks to find out what was going on with her. They said that she had been acting weird. That she was entering the common room much too late each night, and they had begun to question her 'I've been studying.I've been tutoring.I just went on a kitchen run.' excuses.
When she finally locked her eyes with Harry, Ginny saw something that she didn't like. They just looked at each other like that for a long time. Harry was in complete disbelief that he had been so blind for the past year while he enjoyed the view. Ginny was trying to convince herself that the look in Harry's eyes was something else, hoping that it was something else. She finally tore her dark yet bright honey eyes from his emerald green ones, only to meet molten silver ones.
Harry followed Ginny's eyes and saw that ferret boy Malfoy was standing right outside the compartment, and for once he didn't have his cronies flanking his sides. Harry noticed the way Malfoy was staring at Ginny, and he didn't like it.
"Can we help you, Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly.
Malfoy just continued to stare at Ginny with an expressionless mask. What the hell was going on? Harry was thinking furiously. Then he saw Malfoy's eyes flash in fury. Harry concluded that Malfoy was just looking for Harry to get into another argument like he always did, and when he saw Ginny, he froze in either fear or anger. Everyone knew about the bat-bogey hex. Ginny had gained the respect of almost everyone in the school through that hex. The hex was also the source of many of the insults that were thrown Malfoy's way.
Malfoy finally broke the silence, "Well, what do we have here?" He never broke eye contact with Ginny while he spoke, Harry noticed. "Looks like Weaslette's drooling has finally paid off. Just yesterday I remember reading that valentine to a retreating Potter, and now I find the two of you together alone in a compartment at the back of the train." His brows lifted as he trailed off. "I wonder what your brothers would say. Tsk, tsk."
Ginny didn't say anything. She only stared right back at Malfoy with an expressionless mask of her own. Harry couldn't help but notice the similarities between Malfoy's and Ginny's masks. Where in the hell did she learn how to do that?
"If you hadn't noticed Malfoy, Ginny and I were in the middle of a conversation."
"Apparently." Malfoy finally broke his eye contact with Ginny.
Harry thought he saw flames rise behind Ginny's eyes. "I think you should leave, Malfoy. You aren't welcome here." Malfoy turned to her in surprise. He was expecting a retort, but not that kind of retort.
Malfoy said nothing. He only nodded and backed out of the compartment, maintaining Ginny's eye contact the entire time."
When Malfoy left and the door was slid shut, Harry turned to Ginny. "Well that was much more awkward than usual, wasn't it?"
Ginny only nodded. Harry remembered why he was there.
He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, "Ginny, the reason why." He stopped when he looked up. He found that he couldn't talk to Ginny, much like the way he got all tongue-tied when he still liked Cho.
"Yes, Harry?" Ginny urged.
"I.You.Hermione wanted me to tell you that your staying with her for the summer. Your mum has already approved and everything." Harry was speaking so fast, his words seemed to be tripping over each other.
He began to back away, as he was once again acquainted with the flames that hid behind Ginny's eyes.
"What? Why? Why, didn't anyone ask me? Why didn't Hermione tell me herself?"
"I'm just a messenger, Gin. If you wanna blow a gasket, Hermione and Ron are at the other end of the train."
With that said, Ginny rose from her seat and stalked out of the compartment. Harry couldn't help but notice how Ginny's backside swayed as she did so.
Harry slowly walked down the long corridor of the train. Ginny was, no doubt, sitting in a compartment at the other end. This suited him fine, since he needed time to think about how he would break the news to Ginny. He had seen Ron receive the wrath of the Baby Weasley many times before. It was very similar to that of the Weasley Matriarch's. He wasn't exactly jumping up and down to receive a dose of his own anytime soon.
A considerable amount of moments later, Harry was snapped out of his focused deliberation by a blond. Harry quickly took in his surroundings. Only four compartments separated him from the end of the train. Pansy Parkinson was yelling at someone in a compartment second from the end. ".hell is wrong with you?! You've been avoiding me since we got back! I should just go get that Weasley girl to."
Parkinson had not yet noticed him. Harry was about to turn around and find a compartment to escape into, when he realized that Parkinson had just referred to Ginny and a flash of blood-red caught his eye. Ginny was in the compartment two doors down from the one Pansy was yelling into.
".do another bat-bogey hex on you."
Harry walked right past a huffing Pansy, and into Ginny's compartment. As he closed the door, he realized that Parkinson must have been yelling at Malfoy, and he grinned. His grin ceased immediately, however, when he looked up into the surprised eyes of Ginny Weasley.
"Can I help you, Harry?" The Baby Weasley was the one who broke the silence.
Harry's tongue was caught in his throat. Only this time, it wasn't because he was afraid of getting a dosage of the Weasley wrath. Harry hadn't really looked at Ginny the entire year. The most recent image of her that he held was one of when they were in the Forbidden Forest near the end of his fifth year. She sure had done a lot of growing over the span of a year. She wasn't short like her mother, but wasn't lanky like her brothers. She looked like she could fit right under his chin. Even though she was sitting down, Harry still noticed her amazing curves. Most of her freckles had faded, and the ones that were left, resembled star-dust. Her hair wasn't the orange color of her brothers, but sort of a surreal blood- red. It was no longer straight and shoulder length like it used to be. It was now long, semi-sleek, and looked silky soft, ending in soft ringlets at the ends. This was who he thought as a 'baby-sister'?! What the hell was he thinking?!
Ginny knew something was up. She didn't know what exactly, but had an idea. The trio had been trying for weeks to find out what was going on with her. They said that she had been acting weird. That she was entering the common room much too late each night, and they had begun to question her 'I've been studying.I've been tutoring.I just went on a kitchen run.' excuses.
When she finally locked her eyes with Harry, Ginny saw something that she didn't like. They just looked at each other like that for a long time. Harry was in complete disbelief that he had been so blind for the past year while he enjoyed the view. Ginny was trying to convince herself that the look in Harry's eyes was something else, hoping that it was something else. She finally tore her dark yet bright honey eyes from his emerald green ones, only to meet molten silver ones.
Harry followed Ginny's eyes and saw that ferret boy Malfoy was standing right outside the compartment, and for once he didn't have his cronies flanking his sides. Harry noticed the way Malfoy was staring at Ginny, and he didn't like it.
"Can we help you, Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly.
Malfoy just continued to stare at Ginny with an expressionless mask. What the hell was going on? Harry was thinking furiously. Then he saw Malfoy's eyes flash in fury. Harry concluded that Malfoy was just looking for Harry to get into another argument like he always did, and when he saw Ginny, he froze in either fear or anger. Everyone knew about the bat-bogey hex. Ginny had gained the respect of almost everyone in the school through that hex. The hex was also the source of many of the insults that were thrown Malfoy's way.
Malfoy finally broke the silence, "Well, what do we have here?" He never broke eye contact with Ginny while he spoke, Harry noticed. "Looks like Weaslette's drooling has finally paid off. Just yesterday I remember reading that valentine to a retreating Potter, and now I find the two of you together alone in a compartment at the back of the train." His brows lifted as he trailed off. "I wonder what your brothers would say. Tsk, tsk."
Ginny didn't say anything. She only stared right back at Malfoy with an expressionless mask of her own. Harry couldn't help but notice the similarities between Malfoy's and Ginny's masks. Where in the hell did she learn how to do that?
"If you hadn't noticed Malfoy, Ginny and I were in the middle of a conversation."
"Apparently." Malfoy finally broke his eye contact with Ginny.
Harry thought he saw flames rise behind Ginny's eyes. "I think you should leave, Malfoy. You aren't welcome here." Malfoy turned to her in surprise. He was expecting a retort, but not that kind of retort.
Malfoy said nothing. He only nodded and backed out of the compartment, maintaining Ginny's eye contact the entire time."
When Malfoy left and the door was slid shut, Harry turned to Ginny. "Well that was much more awkward than usual, wasn't it?"
Ginny only nodded. Harry remembered why he was there.
He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, "Ginny, the reason why." He stopped when he looked up. He found that he couldn't talk to Ginny, much like the way he got all tongue-tied when he still liked Cho.
"Yes, Harry?" Ginny urged.
"I.You.Hermione wanted me to tell you that your staying with her for the summer. Your mum has already approved and everything." Harry was speaking so fast, his words seemed to be tripping over each other.
He began to back away, as he was once again acquainted with the flames that hid behind Ginny's eyes.
"What? Why? Why, didn't anyone ask me? Why didn't Hermione tell me herself?"
"I'm just a messenger, Gin. If you wanna blow a gasket, Hermione and Ron are at the other end of the train."
With that said, Ginny rose from her seat and stalked out of the compartment. Harry couldn't help but notice how Ginny's backside swayed as she did so.
