Howdy! Sorry this took so long…but school just started again, you know how it is. Glad to see people are enjoying my fic::is happy: Here is the next chappie so please review. It makes me feel like its Christmas. :grin:
"Do you think he'll wake up soon?" Hermione asked worriedly.
Ron shrugged. "But I'm sure he'll be fine." He added quickly at the sight of Hermione's pale face. The two looked towards the bed where Harry had been lying unconscious for the past three hours. Ginny was sitting next to him, holding his hand, willing him to wake up.
"Oh, I could kill Fred and George!" She heard Hermione mutter angrily.
"Why?" Ron asked. Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head. Idiot. She thought.
"What do you mean 'why'?" Hermione hissed. "Harry could be really hurt because of them!"
"Oh quit worrying, Hermione. Worse things have happened to him."
Ginny ignored the bickering pair as most people now did and continued to stare at Harry. Suddenly, his fingers twitched in her hand. She stayed silent but squeezed his hand. His eyes fluttered open.
He felt his stomach flip over at the sight of her. "Ginny!" He breathed. He sat up a little bit, keeping at tight grip on her hand.
"Do you feel alright?" She whispered. Harry was barely able to hear her over Ron and Hermione's squabbling.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just feel a little dizzy."
"Lay back." She said, pushing him gently against the headboard.
He smiled at her and saw a blush creep into her face. "Did you stay with me this whole time?" He asked.
She smiled back. "Well, yeah. I l-"
"Harry!" Hermione screeched. She ran towards the bed.
Harry and Ginny quickly let go of each other's hand. Harry smiled at Hermione. "Before you ask, Hermione, I'm fine."
She gave a sigh of relief and glared at Ron. "See, Hermione? He's fine. I'm surprised you haven't thrown yourself at him like you usually do."
"What is that supposed to mean, Ronald?"
"You know what I mean."
"No. I don't. Please enlighten me."
"If you guys are going to bicker like this on our trip, I'm leaving you home." Harry said wearily.
Ginny's head snapped up. "What trip?" She asked Harry.
Harry looked at Hermione. "You didn't tell her?
Hermione glared at Ron again. "Ronald and I discussed it and we thought it'd be better if he told her instead. But apparently he forgot."
"What trip, Harry?" Ginny asked again, afraid of the answer she would get. Tears welled up in her eyes as they stayed silent, confirming her suspicion. She got up and left the room with out a word.
Harry put his head in his hands, trying to hold back tears. He hated hurting Ginny. She was the only girl he ever loved. "I can go tell her now, if you want." He heard Hermione say, interrupting his thoughts.
"Yeah, please do." Ron answered, sounding abnormally serious. "I want to talk to Harry for a minute." He added. Harry heard Hermione cross the room, the door closing behind her.
Harry lifted his head and watched as his best friend sat in the chair Ginny had just left. "Mind if we talk?" He asked.