AN:
to Happy New Year B from RENT
Let's start a revolution!
I'll drink to that!
Let's boycott homework!
Though it may have an upside
This enemy causes stress.
Sleep is better then this.
That depends.
Depends on what?
Depends on true objective.
Depends on cause.
Depends on sleep deprivation.
Perhaps.
It's gonna be a stressful New Year.
I guess.
It's gonna be a sleepless New Year.
You're right.
It's gonna be a hectic New Year. Oh-oh-oh.
I'm sorry.
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This was a really hard chapter to write. School started and it's not that I don't have free time; it's the fact that I don't want to spend my free time thinking. I wanted it to purely be Hermione, Ginny and Harry but I couldn't make all of that long enough...cause I'm a crappy writer... yeah, so here-
The Moment That I Saw You Cry, ch.5
Hermione walked up the stairs to her room, 'This is gonna be a long year. How did he even get Head Boy? He should be on trial for attempted murder or accomplice or being a spoiled little ferret. Something! I should talk to Harry about that.'
Hermione sat down next to her trunk and started digging through it to find the bottom; she found her stack of notebooks bound together with a thick lavender ribbon. Each notebook was bound together by year, year five being the thickest and year two being the thinnest. She laid them out in front of her like a deck of cards; she started from year six and worked backwards.
Two long hours later Hermione had compiled another notebook full of useful spells and how to use them. Hermione closed the notebook and stretched her fingers out and stared at the spiral bound notebooks and realized something, 'Harry's really leaving. Shit..."
Everything she had found out in the past year had finally clicked.
"Harry doesn't love me love me... he needs someone to love him and if he gets hurt he doesn't want that someone to be hurt but if he gets hurt and I'm upset it's okay since I was his friend before and nothing's changed... but, oh my God... he knows I care about him, God, it would've been the same thing if he asked Ron out... okay, that's awkward... why didn't I see this before? I'm Harry's safety! That's why he broke up with Ginny last year; he didn't want her to get hurt or to be used against him. I already have with the whole basilisk mess.
"I need to go talk to Harry."
Hermione grabbed a scrunchie and pulled her hair out of her face and ran through the portrait to the Gryffindor common room.
"Ron, where's Harry?"
"Moping somewhere I'm sure. He told me about you and him... well, I forced it out of him. Do you think he's trying to rebound on you?"
"I didn't think of that... maybe... Harry's not the rebounding kind of guy."
"Oh, and I'm sure you have loads of first hand experience with guys trying to rebound on you," Ron said.
"Ron, not now, please, besides... I- I read," she stuttered and looked away.
"You- oh, never mind. What do you need?" Ron asked turning the slightest shade of pink.
"Harry," seeing at what she said, "I need you to go get Harry please."
"As you wish," Ron got up and made a huge ordeal of bowing towards her.
"Ron!"
"I'm going," Ron ran up the stairs and knocked on their dorms.
'Curiouser and curiouser,' she thought.
"Herms-Hermione, what-what did you want?"
"I need to talk to you, can you come sit down over here for a moment?"
"S-sure."
Hermione smiled softly at Ron and then headed towards an empty corner in the room.
"Harry, this is about, well, it's about everything."
"D-did you change your m-mind?"
"Harry, no and could we just pretend that never happened between us? Because, Harry, I figured out what you were doing."
"What'd I do?"
"Okay, but, you need to promise to let me just get this all out or else it isn't going to get out. Harry, you're using me as a safety," a look of curiosity went over his face, "Harry, I do love you and I care about. You know all that, but I think there is someone that does care about you in the way you want... in the way you need. Why don't you go talk to her?"
"No, we discussed this. I don't want her getting hurt."
"Harry! Would you rather her grieve her whole life because she never got to be with the man she loves or because he died a hero?" Hermione looked at Ron out of the corner of her eye, thinking Harry didn't notice, "Besides, all every girl wants is her knight in shining armor to come and save her, no matter what she tells you."
"B-but, Herms- I don't want Gin-Ginny getting hurt."
"Harry, she already is. She's been in love with you since the moment she found out Ron was your best friend. It took you over five years to get with her and then you break it off after a few months. I want you to go talk to her."
"No. I can't Hermione. You don't understand."
"It doesn't matter. You're going to be leaving in less then a week and- and there's a chance," her eyes became glassy with tears, "There's a chance you won't be coming back. Just, please, go talk to Ginny. I- I won't forgive your if you don't."
"Where is she?"
"Library."
Harry got up and started to leave, "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"What are friends for? Someone had to smack some sense into you."
Harry took a deep breath and attempted a smile. Hermione looked over at Ron who was nearly eating the tip of his quill over an essay Professor McGonagall had assigned.
"Good job, Ronnie," Hermione teased.
"What?"
"Starting your homework early. I'm so proud," she walked over to him and ruffled his hair.
"Shut up, there's nothing better to do. Harry's off moping, Ginny's in the library, your well, actually you are here. You wanna play chess?" vainly fixing his hair.
"No, I need to go start my homework."
Harry walked in the library and thought about what Hermione said, he looked around and saw Ginny's vibrant red hair standing out. He walked behind her and bent down, placing his hand on her shoulder, "Gin, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, Harry, give me a moment?" Ginny placed a sheet of paper in her book to mark her place and looked up at Harry, "What did you want to talk about?"
He sat down in the chair next to Ginny, "Do you want to take a walk?"
"You just sat down though," Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know," Harry felt pathetic, she would never understand, "Could we just walk somewhere? I need to move."
"Sure," Ginny put her books in her bag and stood up, "Where to?"
"I don't know, somewhere quiet."
The two silently walked through a castle until they found a deserted hallway that dead-ended into a balcony. They walked over to the balcony and Ginny sat down on a bench, "I never knew this was here."
"Hogwarts is pretty mysterious like that," Harry said, sitting down next to her.
"What did you want to talk about?" Ginny asked, nervously scratching the aquamarine paint off of her nails.
"I think I've made a mistake," Harry started.
Ginny tilted her head, "Really?"
"Yeah, I realized that I love you and I don't want you to get hurt but you are and it's my fault and that could have been prevented. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I told you we should take a break. And I really regret what happened. And I don't know if you are mad at me or whatever and I think it's totally acceptable if you hate me and I really can't believe I even let Hermione talk me into this. And I just wanted to say I'm really sorry and I just hope-"
"Harry, shut up."
"I will, I just wanted to explain-"
"Harry," Ginny pleaded, she looked deep into his eyes and placed her warm hand over his clenched and slightly clammy one, "Can you just be kissing me now?"
Harry looked startled for a moment and then relieved, "Yeah."
And this kiss lasted longer then several long moments.
Hermione had decided to continue her homework in the Gryffindor common room not only to keep Ron company but her trunk was getting mighty uncomfortable to sit on and she didn't want to sit in her common room owing to the fact a rather despicable Slytherin was still sleeping on the couch as if he didn't have homework to complete.
"The nerve some people have, just sleeping there with out a care in the world."
"What I don't understand is why he is still at the school, he attempted to murder Professor Dumbledore."
"Ron," she laid down her quill and looked at him, "Not everyone is evil."
"Hermione! He tried to kill someone! Kill! Do you know what kill means?"
"Ron, do you know what tabula rasa is?"
"Is that that really good Italian wrap thing with the meat and the cheese wrapped in like a noodle?" he suddenly calmed down and seemed a little more interested.
"No," Hermione stopped and look confused for a bit, "It's this theory that John Locke made. It basically states that human beings are born "blank" with no built-in mental content, and that their identity is defined entirely by events after birth. What I'm saying is... I don't think people are all bad. I just think that he is a victim of chance. People can't be all bad."
"Of course they are, bad is bad, good is good. There's no median."
"Oh, never mind."
Ginny pulled away from Harry's warm embrace and placed her forehead on his, "Mmmm," she smiled involuntarily and despite the cold September night she felt warm and giddy inside.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"What do I want to do or I am I supposed to do?" Ginny tilted her head and looked into his eyes.
"Both."
"We still need to talk."
"I know," Ginny said painfully. Harry sat down on the bench and pulled Ginny down close beside him. Wrapped in his arms she felt safe and protected, cliché as it was. She knew that he was leaving in little less then a week and there was the dark possibility that he wouldn't come back.
"Are we going to tell people?"
"About us?"
"No, about your sex change," Ginny said seriously. Harry gave her a wry look, "Sorry," Ginny grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, Harry, about us."
"Do we have to? Harry said, unconsciously fiddling with Ginny's hand.
"No," Ginny grabbed his restless hand with both of hers, "Not if you don't want to."
"Then we won't. We don't have to. It can be our little secret."
"I like that," a sly, flirtatious smile flitted on her lips, "Little 'ole me having a secret, hidden romance with the Harry Potter."
"Really," Harry asked, the heaviness of his future moving to the back of his mind for the first time in months, "We better get started on being secret." Harry placed his other hand on the other side of Ginny and kissed her softly on the lips. Ginny wrapped her hands around his cheeks and neck and curled her legs up on the bench. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as fireworks and cannon balls filled with daisies burst inside her.
"Owls coming," Ron said nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off of his homework. Hermione looked out the window and indeed saw a bird coming towards the window.
"That's creepy, Ron. Can you like sense things?" Hermione asked weirded out to say the least.
"Peripheral vision, duh!"
"Ooo, big word, Ron," Hermione jabbed back," Do you need an aspirin?"
Hermione got up and opened the window, the owl dropped off a piece of rolled up parchment and flew off. Hermione picked it up and read the contents.
"McGonagall wants to see Harry and me... I wonder what for..."
"How come you and Harry always get the good letters, I always get howlers and- and- and other yucky stuff."
"Oh, Ron. Woe is you, right?"
"Yeah, woe is me!"
Hermione turned around quickly and bumped into Ron who had walked up behind her while she was reading the letter. Ron grabbed her by the waist attempting to avoid them falling to the floor but failed, their faces became dangerously close as Hermione rolled of the top of him.
"Um… I need to go talk to Harry… make sure he gets that journal… I'd probably forget to give it to him… Bye…"
Hermione packed her things in her backpack and left the Gryffindor common room without saying another word.
"Mmm... Harry... we need... to stop," Ginny said in between gulps of air and frantic kisses.
"Okay, okay," Harry rested his head on hers and attempted to catch his breath.
"We should be getting back to the common room," Ginny said, lifting her head up and looking into Harry's eyes.
"We should be," Harry agreed, but didn't move.
"Ron and Hermione are probably wondering where we are."
"They probably are, we've been gone for nearly an hour."
Ginny smiled at Harry and then slowly uncoiled her legs from underneath her and sat her feet on the ground, "Oww."
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he straightened out his clothing.
"My legs are asleep."
"Nice," Harry said, trying not to laugh. Truth be said, his wrists were tingly and his hands had the imprint of Ginny's pleated skirt and the bumps from the cement bench they were lounging on. Harry grabbed her hands and lifted her up on her wobbly legs. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" Ginny said, putting her hand on her head as if to fix her hair.
"Your walking like a baby horse."
"It's not my fault that my legs are asleep!"
"Yes. It is."
"No, it's not. You could of chosen a more comfortable place to hold are little snog-scapade. Like a couch… or a broom closet," she mumbled as she walked through the hallway.
"A broom closet? That's your ideal "snog-scapade" place," Harry said, using air quotes.
"Well, I just like the cliché-ness of it. I'm sure yours is much better."
Harry grabbed her arm and turned her around, "I don't care where I am, or what I am doing as long as I am with you."
"Harry," Ginny looked into his eyes and saw truth and loyalty, "That's so sweet." She smiled and quickly kissed him on the lips in case any body was passing by, "I'm sorry but I need to head back to the library. I told Billie Winters that I would tutor her in charms. She's probably there already," she smiled brightly, "Bye Harry."
"Bye Gin."
AN: Okay, so I have been using WordPad for a while… I generally try and aim to have my chapters be five to six pages Word style. Apparently WordPad's pages are bigger than Word… by nearly a half a page. That's a thousand extra words… I'm impressed with myself. (I finally got Word for my laptop; it was really hard to fin since I have a Mac.) Okay, so this will go up Sunday afternoon… hopefully. It's 1:30am Sunday… and I'm not tired… I think I'm going to start the next chapter.
If you read this story please review! I don't care if it's to say you hate this story… actually…. That would be kind of mean… constructive criticism….
I would like to point out that every chapter title has been a quote from a movie or a song or a TV show. I thought everyone should know… if you can tell me what they are… I don't know… I could send you a chapter or advance… or make you a character in the story… I don't know…. There are several movie/TV show quotes in this chapter… I don't know which one I am gonna use.
2,710 words… that's a lot of words… not including this little bit though…