Through All Seasons
Ficlet 1:
Intimate Chaos
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this ficlet. They all belong to JKR, especially considering that JKR does not post her writings online. I do own the poem "Autumn Dance" though. I wrote it a LOOONNNG time ago.
Author's Note: Mucho thanks to my unofficial betas Kellyn and Christelle. I wrote this story last year, but I've finally hit a typing frenzy. This is the first "chapter" in a collection of H/G stand-alone oneshots. Not all of them will be in 1st-person; I just wanted to attempt it. And since its 1st-person, Ginny is essentially narrating, k? Good. As for Ginny's talking to herself, or rather, thinking to herself, I swear, she's not schizophrenic. This story is especially for Christelle, in my quest to convert her from D/G to H/G.
I stood before my mirror and pushed a stubborn strand of hair back with a pin. I hate my hair. Firstly, it's bright red and sticks out in any crowd, and secondly, it has no wave or curl what-so-ever and flops right back out of anything I try to do with it. It's staying up fairly well at the moment, but I have so many pins embedded in my head that I'll go flying at the merest hint of a metal-attracting spell.
Oh! I suppose you'd like to know who I am, right?
My full name is Ginevra Rose Weasley, but you can't call me that, unless you're my mum and you're really mad at me. But, seeing as you're not, call me Ginny. You already know my hair is red; I have freckles, which I hate. They aren't sprinkled cutely over my nose, they're everywhere! All over my forehead, chin, nose, cheeks, and neck. And they're all over the rest of my body, for that matter, but it's mainly the ones on my neck that bother me. I'm short, but not as short as my mum. I guess I'm not fat, actually, I'm pretty happy with my weight, but that doesn't mean you'll find out what it is. Even my eyes are boring. They're just plain brown, well, hazel, I suppose, if we're getting specific.
My family is crazy. I have six older brothers. All of my family has red hair as well. We're often having…financial problems. My dad works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifact office at the Ministry of Magic. My oldest brother, Bill, works in Egypt as a cursebreaker. My next oldest brother, Charlie, works with dragons in Romania. I'm not sure what's going on with Percy, as he's not speaking to us, the horrible, idiotic prat…oh, erm…yeah, Fred and George just opened up a joke shop, and Ron is still at Hogwarts with me. There you have it, the general state of the Weasleys at the moment.
You probably did care about any of that. But anyway, my hair was finally finished, so I did a last minute check of my trunk. Today, I was going back to Hogwarts for my fifth year. Everything was packed and ready, thankfully. Last year I had forgotten my charms essay and I had to have mum owl it to me.
"Ginny! Time to go!" Mum's voice carried up three flights of stairs.
You don't need to hear about the ride to the station, it was boring and Ron was being an idiot.
We were on the Hogwarts Express, looking for an empty compartment.
"Aren't you going to sit with Dean?" Harry asked.
Sorry, but yet another side note. Harry is Harry Potter, of course. He's one of Ron's best friends. The other is Hermione Granger, who's Muggle born, but probably the smartest of any of any of the sixth years. She and Harry came to visit for the last two weeks of summer holiday. I'm embarrassed to say I had a little hero-worship bit with Harry during my first few years at Hogwarts. I mean, he's Harry Potter! But I'm completely over that now.
Anyway, Harry just asked me if I was going to sit with Dean.
"What? No, why?" I looked at him curiously.
"Did you two break up?" He said cautiously.
"What the --- Oh!" Then it dawned on me. At the beginning of the summer, I had told them that I was going out with Dean Thomas, a boy in they're year, because Ron was being stupid about Michael, my ex-boyfriend. He was a git.
"No, I was never going out with Dean," I replied nonchalantly.
"What?" Ron and Harry said in unison. I had already told Hermione, she'd slept in my room during the holiday.
"Why did you tell us you were with him?" Ron looked confused, which is normal for him.
"Because you were being stupid about Michael," I said with, hopefully, enough finality to end the discussion.
"But-" No such luck.
"Ron we have to go to the prefect's meeting," Hermione, thankfully, interrupted Ron. "We'll see you two later," she grinned at me.
I mouth a quick 'thanks' at her before she turned away.
"So," Harry looked down at me. Since when has he been that tall? He hadn't grown that much over the summer, had he? "Shall we find a compartment?"
"Sure."
We found an empty one near the back of the carriage.
"So," I started, thinking of a conversation starter. "How were the Dursleys?" The Dursleys are Harry's horrid muggle relatives, where he's forced to spend most of his summer holidays.
"They were better, after Moody's threats. They mainly ignored me, though they didn't lock up my school things this year."
"Oh. That's good then. Er…how are you?" I asked hesitantly. He knew I meant about Sirius. Sirius was Harry's godfather. He was killed last year.
"Fine," Harry said shortly. I raised an eyebrow at him. He gave me a slight glare. "It hasn't gotten any easier."
I nodded at didn't push the subject anymore. Instead I found myself staring into Harry's, as usual, captivatingly emerald eyes.
Whoa! Hold on there! Captivating? You donot think about friends having captivating eyes. And Harry's just a friend. Nothing more.
You wish it was more.
Do not.
Do too.
Do not! He's just a friend.
Yes, of course he is.
"Well, uh…er…so…are you having nightmares again?" I asked suddenly as I noticed the shadows under his eyes.
He glared openly at me this time.
"Are you ever going to stop badgering me?" He shot back mockingly.
My temper flared.
"Well sor-ree! I apologize for caring enough about my friends to see if they're okay!" I angrily tugged a book of poems out of my bag and turned my back to him. Stupid defensive prat! Idiotic little… I heard Harry sigh.
"I'm sorry Gin'. I haven't been sleeping very well since Voldemort came back."
"A lot of us haven't slept very well since He came back."
Silence stretched softly between us for a few minutes. I yawned and Harry looked at me. I shook my head.
"I was up late, I left packing a little last minute."
"Oh." We lapsed into silence again. After a while, I turned to him.
"Harry, I--" I almost laughed. Harry was asleep. He looked like he needed it, so I went back to my book.
Autumn Dance
The grasses shifting to the beat,
Shaking maracas at my feet
A 'v' of geese fly in the sky,
Adding in their honking cry
The sunset painted, pink and red
Crickets chirping 'time for bed'
The wind comes in, they start to prance,
The leave are dancing their Autumn Dance
Here I am hardly breathing…
I opened my eyes slowly. It was almost dark outside the window. I was lying on something comfortable. And warm.
And moving.
I turned slightly and ---
Oh. My. God.
I was lying on Harry!
Just a friend, hmmm?
Do shut up. It's ruining the moment.
Moment? You can't have 'moments' with 'just friends'. Ha! I was right! You still fancy him! He was never just like Ron or Hermione to you!
Shut-- Oh my god!
Say that a lot, don't you?
Ron and Hermione! Had they seen us? Where are they?
I looked around. Harry's arm had fallen over my waist.
Damn.
Ron and Hermione were no where to be found. And if anyone walked in right now-- Harry stirred and pulled me closer.
Shit.
His eyes opened a bit. He looked mildly surprised.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit! "Harry! I'm so sorry! I don't--"
Harry put his hand over my mouth.
"Shut up, Gin. I'm tired and I want to go back to sleep. So be quiet." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine, and—
Wow…
Wow.
Author's Note: Hehehe. I heart H/G! Anyway, fluff-ness scale for the first chapter/ficlet. 1 sugarquill? 2? A whole box? As always, reviews are appreciated. The next ficlet should be up soon, it's almost finished. It might not be as fluffy as this one, but that'll be for you guys to decide. Ugh, btw why won't the editing thing for uploading allow me extra spaces or astericks? That would make things sooo much easier. Oh well. Thanks for stopping by! (: