Hyo: I don't own Harry Potter, even though I wish I did…
Ch. 3
"What do you think Dumbledore wanted with Harry?" Ginny asked as she and Neville hiked up the stairways to the Seventh floor Gryffindor common room.
"Uh….who knows….we always find out last anyway…" He replied, "At least I do…"
"Well, it must be important if Dumbledore called Harry out in front of everyone." She argued, giving Neville a "don't test me" look.
"Yah…but…you never know…he could just be asking for an opinion or something." Neville mutter bitterly.
"Like on what! What Harry thinks of his new robes or something!" She spat sarcastically, sending Neville into a state of uneasiness.
"Yah…" He stuttered, deciding he was going to stand up to the flaming red-head.
"Is that so!"
"Y-yah…it is s-so…"
She looked at him and burst out laughing.
"I totally had you going! You should have seen your FACE!" She laughed, grabbing the railing for support.
"That isn't funny Ginny! I thought you were angry!" He bit, throwing his hands in the air.
"Geez, you didn't have to take me THAT seriously"
"Well, I did!"
"I'm sorry! Okay!" She looked on the verge of tears.
"Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry…I was only kidding…" He held out a hand to comfort her. She let out an obviously fake sob that turned into a row of squawking laughter.
"Gotcha…!"
Neville just looked at her and began to chuckle as they continued to ascend the steep stairwell.
"Pygmy Puff." Ginny stated clearly to a dozing Fat Lady when they came to the portrait hole.
"Finally…a password I can remember." Neville joked, holding the portrait hole open for Ginny.
"Thank god….at least you won't be giving all of the passwords to a deranged psycho this time." She scoffed, climbing though the tiny hole in the wall.
"That was an accident!"
Ginny looking at him and smirked, "Whatever, Longbottom…"
He rolled his eyes and sat down by the fire.
"So, what did you do all summer?" He asked, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
"Uh…, I ate, slept, and played a bit of Quidditch…" She replied, sitting down next to an obviously nervous Neville. "You?"
I did pretty much the same thing," He began, "But, instead of Quidditch, I hid from my Gram…"
"That sucks…is she really that bad?"
"Well…no…but she scares me when she's angry…"
"Ouch…that blows."
"I have to live with her…she wants me to be an auror like my Mum and Da were…"
"But, you don't want to be…"
"It's not that, it's just….I lack the skill, capacity, and attention span…"
"Ooooohhh….My Mum wants me to be a 'stay-at-home-Mum' or whatever…I want to be either a pro Quidditch player, or an auror."
"Cool…want to be a botanist…."
"That's…"
"I know….you don't have to say-"
He looked at the ground embarrassedly.
"AWESOME! I have never met a guy that was either sensitive or interesting enough to admit that!" She laughed.
Neville sighed…close one… he thought, whipping his sweating brow.
The portrait hole swung open and they saw that Harry was whispering furiously with Hermione and Ron. They looked over at Neville but then quickly turned back to their conversation.
"Is he sure? I mean, he could be wrong, right?" Hermione said, looking about nervously.
"No, He wouldn't have told me if he didn't think he was right…" Harry replied his distressed demeanor frightened Neville.
"Are you positive?" Ron muttered, his long shaggy hair covered his face.
"I'm positive. Now stop asking me. I have to get some sleep."
With that, the Golden Trio made their way up the staircase to their dormitories and left Neville staring at Ginny in a confused way.
"Well, that was weird." Ginny mumbled, turning to the fire.
"Yah…it was…"