Harry stormed down the hallway. Passing portraits would later claim that under his breath, the young savior mumbled "Stupid, over-bright sparkle of Dumbledore's bloody eyes. He must wear contacts; no ones eyes can be that bloody BRIGHT! And what is with his damned sherbet lemons? I think part of his problem is that he's sugar high! I wonder how many how many cases of those he eats away. And NO, I don't want another cup of tea! Does he think of anything else! For someone who is supposed to be so bloody brilliant, he really…"
Unfortunately, he was cut off from this long rant by suddenly landing on his arse. He rubbed his chin, which was quite sore from being hit with some unknown object that was extremely HARD!
He opened his eyes to see several birds flitting around his head, but upon closer inspection glanced past them and finally saw the cause of his pain. A young girl with fiery red hair, apologizing profusely.
Ginny's POV
Harry leaned over and carefully brushed away the hair clinging to her cheek. "Gin," he said huskily.
She interrupted her little fantasy-extremely wonderful fantasy, admittedly-with the thought, Oh, great Merlin! Why in the hell am I thinking of Harry, as in Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, savior of the sodding wizarding world. He's my brother's best friend! While he is extremely fine, he should still be more like an older brother to me! This is the guy that saw me put my elbow in the butter dish, has seen me in my horrible night gown with my hair frizzing everywhere, the guy who has seen me turn like ten billion shades of red, more than should even be possible, the guy who-
The next thing she knew, she was no longer walking through the hallways and was instead sitting on top of something rather firm, but yet still comfortable. Opening her eyes, she saw a trim, denim clad waist. She glanced up further. A six pack barely covered by a worn-out t-shirt. She continued to follow her gaze up past broad shoulders, a slightly tanned neck, and a sharp jaw. Her stomach clenched in a sharp feeling of dread. Oh, damn, she thought. I know who this is!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!
She looked up, and there were bright emerald eyes.
Oh, Merlin's bunny slippers! How did I land myself in this position? Of all of the hundreds of students at this bloody school, why did I have to land in the lap of freakin' Harry Potter, who doesn't even GO here any more! I just can't escape him!
Still trying to recover from her shock, she was brought out of her slightly chaotic thoughts by a gruff voice, not unlike that of previous day dream, suggesting, "Gin, maybe you could get off my lap now?"
Oh, Merlin's balls! I have been sitting in his lap for like three minutes, not even moving! And I'm sure I'm some lovely shade of scarlet not yet known to man. Could this be any more embarrassing!
She clambered off of his lap (Oh, god, how humiliating!) while saying repeatedly, "I'm sooo sorry Harry!" Unluckily, Ginny was in such a haste to get away from him that she accidentally kneed him in an organ that he would later need for reproduction. She didn't believe though that after this encounter he would have much of a chance left with that.
She stilled instantly upon hearing his grunt of pain, and the apologies began all over again. "I'm so extremely sorry Harry! Do you need ice? Do you hate me? I really didn't mean to….do that to you, I swear! I wasn't trying to dismember you or anything!"
"Gin, at the moment, you getting off my lap would be apology enough." She blushed once more, but before she could move, he spoke."Just please be more careful to not knee me in the crotch this time,"Harry suggested with a grimace.
This concludes the beginning of our story! Yeah. So, we should be updating about once a week, so watch for us! Lots of love,
Dahlia Reynolds
(Dreamerdoll and Magical Maniac Girl)
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