Disclaimer: This was my first shot at a fanfiction. I decided that writing a fanfiction seemed fun, so I decided to think of something I'd be able to write. My plot is bizarre, as is the ship that I used (don't mind me, I just have a thing for strange things). I'm not good with describing things, but count on me for plot twists.
Also--I am not JK (obviously) and nor do I claim to be. But she created these amazing characters, and I couldn't resist playing with them :P
A Tale of Two Loves
Ginny couldn't choose between loving Harry or loving the man she truly wished to be with. She'd think about him all the time, and couldn't help herself from staring at him during class. He had to have been the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Sure his mannerisms weren't that of your typical dream guy, but Ginny thought he was perfect none-the-less.
"Ginny, what are you doing?" Harry's voice startled her.
"What? Oh…"
Ginny had tipped her inkbottle onto her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay on the Unforgivable Curses. Harry couldn't understand how she could have been so careless. She's usually so careful around her schoolwork.
"You feeling alright?" He asked her.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Never been better." she replied. "I can't remember what I was supposed to write for my Potions essay… I'm going to go find Professor Snape and ask him." And with that, Ginny took off out of the Gryffindor common room.
Just then, Hermione, who was listening to their conversation added, "Wait… she doesn't have a potions essay. I ran into Luna earlier who was celebrating no homework in potions."
"Hmm… that's odd," said Harry. "Maybe she thought there was a potions essay. I mean she's been having a lot of homework lately. Perhaps she got potions confused with another subject?"
"Highly unlikely. I mean it is Ginny we're talking about."
"Hermione, she's not you. She makes mistakes!"
"Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"
"That normal people can confuse the assignments up. Unlike you, who has an unusually large memory and a knack for remembering everything."
Ginny ran down the corridors all the way to the dungeon. She knocked on Professor Snape's door, which opened almost immediately afterward.
"Severus, I'm here now. I'm sorry I'm late." Ginny called out.
"Oh, hello Ginny. I didn't hear you come in. I was just finishing grading some potion essays from other students. Mr. Potter seems to be improving… I'm assuming you were helping him?" Snape was talking to Ginny as if they were friends.
"Yes Severus, I have. Is that a problem?"
"No, of course not. So what brings you to my office this late?"
"Oh, I wanted to see you. I miss you, not seeing you all the time."
"Ginny, if I could have it any other way, you know I would. But it'd be suspicious if the head of Slytherin was sneaking around with a student from Gryffindor."
" I think I found a way we can spend more time with each other without getting caught…" Ginny had a look of mischief on her face. Something that only happened whenever she was sneaking up to the boys' dormitory in the middle of the night to see Harry.
Ginny had been gone for quite some time and Harry began to worry. It was unlike her to storm out of the common room with no more than a goodbye. She usually added a kiss before parting, but this time she didn't.
What could be taking her so long in Snape's office? Harry thought. I mean I wouldn't want to stay there more than necessary.
Ron looked up from his History of Magic textbook and looked at Harry. "Don't worry about her, mate. I'm sure she's fine. She probably ended up in trouble with Snape and is just in detention now."
"Oh, that's real comforting, Ron." Harry snapped back at Ron.
"Oh cool it. She's only been gone a half an hour."
"So what's this idea of yours, Miss Weasley?"
"Oh, Severus," Ginny giggled. "you know you can call me Ginny. At least when we're alone…"
"Ok, Ginny."
"My idea is that I could start acting up in your class and you can give me detention. This way, we can see each other more."
"Exactly what were you planning?"
"Well, I could throw a temper tantrum or something…"
"Miss Weasley-I mean, Ginny… You're in you're sixteen. Aren't you a little too old to throw temper tantrums?"
"You could always give me detention for no reason. After all, it goes along with your usual personality. I mean, not the one I know…but the one everyone else does."
"Are you saying I'm an unfair teacher?"
Ginny moved closer to Snape and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Yes Professor Snape, that's exactly what I'm saying." Then he bent down and kissed her.
