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Here is the seventh chapter for all my reviewers. No D/G interaction in this one...boo hoo.
Chapter 7: Talks
Ginny smiled all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. She had actually hit Malfoy and gotten away with it! No one in their life had done that, not even Ron or Harry. Oh, Ron and Harry would be so mad...there was no way that they could find out. She would just tell Stephanie when she saw her tomorrow. Coming up to the portrait and muttering 'Hogwarts a History' she skipped to the stairs. Stopping her feet on the second step she stopped after Ron called out her name. He and Hermione were sitting on one of the chairs by the fire. She sat in his lap, reading a book in her hand, while Ron looked over her shoulder.
Ginny smiled at the sight. It was so romantic. "What Ron?" she asked.
"What are you so happy about?" He seemed suspicious.
"Nothing," she said innocently.
"Uh huh." He looked at her curiously. "If you say so, Gin."
Ginny came over and sat on the red couch in front of them and Hermione smiled.
"Have you seen Harry?" she asked her.
Ginny shook her head. "No, why? You two haven't seen him?"
"No," Ron replied. "Your friend Stephanie had a little spat with him this morning at breakfast."
"Oh really? Why were they fighting?"
Hermione spoke up, "Harry and Malfoy were fighting first."
Ginny smirked, thinking about how he had gotten what he deserved. "Well, Ron, you know that they're cousins," she pointed out. She knew that Stephanie was also mad at her cousin, so why would she take up for him this morning? That was one question she was definitely going to ask her friend about later on.
"Well, I think that me and Mione are going to head to the prefect headquarters." He turned to look at his girlfriend. "What do you say?"
"Sure, Ron." She got up from his lap and started towards the door. "Night Gin," she called over her shoulder.
"Night Hermione, Ron," Ginny replied.
"Night, sis." As they were walking out of the common room, Harry was walking in.
"Gin," he greeted, sitting next to her. "What's up?"
She smiled at him. "Nothing much, Harry. Heard you got into a fight with one of my good friends today." She raised an eyebrow.
He looked sheepish. "Yeah, sorry, Ginny. She was taking up for Malfoy though, what was I supposed to do?"
"Well...I guess you were supposed to take up for yourself," she admitted.
He grinned. "Exactly. That's why I did just that."
Ginny smiled back. Harry could still make her heart flutter. "Ok, ok. I just don't get why she would take up for him today."
Harry looked curious. "Why's that?"
"Well, they did get into this big fight the other day."
"Maybe Stephanie just wanted to talk to the very sexy person...the sexy person being me," he replied arrogantly.
Ginny nudged his shoulder. "You wish."
He shrugged. "I have to admit that she is beautiful."
She gasped. "Mr. Potter! Are you telling me that you think a Slytherin is beautiful?"
"Yes, Ginny. Not all of them are complete assholes. Besides, I already told you that a month ago."
"Oh, right, I forgot, silly me." She laughed. "So, do you have a thing for her?"
He scoffed. "No, I already told you that too. Ginny, are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, actually I had a wonderful day."
"Why's that?" he asked her.
"I can't tell you, because you would probably yell at me."
Now he really wanted to know what happened. "You can't leave me hanging now, Gin. If it's Ron you're worried about..don't worry, I won't tell him a thing. I promise." He crossed his heart jokingly.
Ginny wanted to tell him, but was apprehensive. "You promise you won't do anything about it.. and not tell anyone either?"
"Ummm, ok I guess."
"No, no, no, not guess Harry...You have to promise," she stated firmly.
He nodded his head. "Ok, I promise then."
"Right." She took a deep breath. "I hit someone today." She grinned sheepishly. "Actually punched is more like it."
"You what?" he yelled out. "Why would you do that? You aren't supposed to hit people, you're just a girl."
She rolled her eyes with annoyance. "Harry bloody Potter, if you don't shut your mouth right now I am going to punch you. He started it anyway!"
He became a little scared after that threat. "Sor...wait a minute, you hit a guy?"
"Yes," came the small reply.
"Who?" he demanded.
She muttered something.
Harry sighed. "I can't hear you, Gin. You have to speak louder."
"I said...that I punched...Malfoy." She waited for the riot to begin. When he didn't speak she looked up to see Harry smiling at her with a look of something a bit like admiration in his sparkling green eyes. "Why are you looking like that Harry?"
"You amaze me, Ginny. I, for one, think that whatever Malfoy said that made you punch him...Well he must've deserved it. Hermione gave it to him in third year as well, but it's even funnier, because you did it," Harry replied with a dreamy look on his face. "Just imagine how he feels, the infamous Malfoy being hit by a little Weasley girl."
Ginny glared at him. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Harry laughed at her. "Nothing. I admire the fact that you did that and I swear that I won't tell anyone."
Her glare softened and a little smile graced her pink lips. "Thank you, Harry."
"Your welcome," he whispered, turning his emerald green gaze from his hands to her golden-brown eyes.
Ginny's hands started to sweat. 'Oh no, why am I getting nervous? Its just Harry.' She thought to herself.
Harry started to lean closer towards her. "Ginny.."
She got up and quickly walked towards the stairs that reached the girls' dorm. She turned back around to see Harry looking at her with a shocked expression on his face. "Goodnight Harry," she said and smiled at him reassuringly.
Harry nodded slowly. "Goodnight, Gin."
Up in her bed, Ginny sighed wearily. Looking up at the ceiling, she had only one thought running through her mind, 'This really has been one fucked up day.' And with that one thought, she fell asleep.
No yelling! I already told you there is going to be some H/G tendencies..but don't worry, this is a D/G! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. I really do enjoy writing this story for all of you.
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