If you notice, all of Ginny's POV are in the present case, and Cho's are in the past. This is done on purpose. Remember to review and tell me what you hate or like! Please? –Gets on floor and begs? - No I'm just kidding I have too much dignity for that (awkward face)…..anyways…Now onto the chapter!
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Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own anything in J.K Rowling's magnificent world. I borrowed some lines from HBP; these also do not belong to me. Enjoy.
Chapter 3
Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company – "Unfaithful" / Rihanna
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[Ginny's POV]
After three weeks I find myself talking and more to Harry. I can't help it. He is always involved in something dangerous. He is interesting. What I like most about him the most was his hair. It is beautiful; the untidiness fell perfectly into his eyes. And don't get me started on his eyes. His eyes are a piercing emerald green that when he looks at me, I think he can read my thoughts. Anytime he says my name or looks at me my stomach flips and I want to be instantly around him. His voice is deep but not too deep in the sense that he has too much testosterone to not have a brain. He is gifted at defense spells, he is brilliant at Quidditch, he is taller than me, he is wealthy, He does not insult anyone and he respects women. Is it a mystery that I am attracted to him?
"Gin, Gin," someone murmurs into my ear. "Huh?" I tear my eyes away from the back of Harry's head.
Dean Thomas rolls his eyes.
"Oh sorry," I look at Dean's sad face. We are sitting together in a secluded corner of the Gryffindor Common Room. "I told you, I don't need to."
Dean had asked me yet again to go to Hogsmeade with him so he could properly introduce me to Seamus. It wasn't that unreasonable. Because it made sense Dean would want to make them official in his best friend's eyes. But it made me feel guilty every time he brought it up because I have already decided this relationship isn't going to work out. The one thing that kept us together was the sex. I didn't even enjoy his kisses. He was purely useful for one biological need. Being around him grossed me out; I hated his facial hair, his breath, his voice, his lack of chest, his personality, and his views on the world, religion, and women. He was good for one thing and that was only because he possessed the organ.
"I know him already, -and he knows me we've been classmates for what…four years now?" I say in my attempt to get out of it.
Dean gets closer and wraps his arm around my waist. "I know, but love," he grins, "I want it to be proper and make it official." He is staring right into my brown eyes and all I can think as I look back into his eyes is how there was not a trace of green in his eyes. I blink and sigh. Dean really likes me. I just can't stand him. But I've let it go on for this long at least. And I feel I can do this one last thing for him before I break it off completely.
"You know what, yes, of course, this Saturday?" I say as I clasp one of Dean's hands into my own.
"This Saturday." he says, triumphant, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear and I smile weakly and whisper, "I'll be there."
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[Cho's POV]
"-Weasley saves it, well he's bound to get lucky sometimes, I suppose…" Zacharias Smith shouted into his magical microphone. I had just arrived at a rather anticipated match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I took off my bag and sat down, alone, in the crowded stands. Thirty minutes in, 'it seemed Gryffindor could do no wrong, Ginny Weasley had already scored four of the six goals' and Ron Weasley had saved all the attempts. I allowed myself to smile, I heartily disliked Slytherin House and I had played Quidditch against them for five years, suffice to say they did not play fair. A loud cheer from my side of the pitch erupted, Ginny had just scored again. I turned my direction to the fiery red head who was flying around the pitch in an apparent victory run, her fist high in the air, massive grin on her face and eyes locked on…Harry?
Ginny that has a nice ring to it. Why do I feel like I need to talk to her? I looked around my peers for anything that would trigger my memory. Many of them were cat calling and shouting, the people next to me were screaming, clapping, cheering loudly at the zooming brooms. She looked behind her to Roger who although he had said he was coming for research as he was the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, was very busy talking to a different Blonde Hufflepuff girl. I smirked at his charm. As I glanced over to the Gryffindor section and saw Hermione Granger, a sixth year with a book in her lap.
Right! The journal! Her journal, Ginny's journal! I should hand that back, journals are very important to people. I jumped up ignoring the confusion of my peers as they squirmed about to give me a path of exit. I rushed out of the stands, down the stairs, and up the hill to the castle. Pushing open the front doors I yelled a quick "Sorry!" to four injured third years that had not gotten out of the door's way fast enough and practically ran to the staircase. Students who had not attended the match, mainly Slytherins, were raising eyebrows at my brisk march.
Calm down, calm down, you look foolish, people are staring, you hate when people stare. I checked if my cloak was still on straight as I rode the staircase to the 8th floor. Stepping off, I arranged my hair smoothly and took a breath. I walked elegantly to the Ravenclaw Tower slowing my pace as I approached the door to the Ravenclaw Common Rooms. Knocking softly on the door once and I waited for the Eagle shaped knocker to awake. In a soft yet eerie voice the knocker whispered: "The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?"
I almost smiled. It was all too easy. I had rechanneled all my energy into school work. These riddles were pointless. "Footsteps." I replied.
"Correct, you may enter." it stated as the door swung open, and I walked through. A few moments later I was in the Ravenclaw Common Room. It was a decent room I had decided. The room was filled with bookshelves except for the side that displayed the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. It was a circular, graceful, room with arched windows that lined the walls. The spaces in between were covered with blue banners and one could see the surrounding mountains outside these windows. I would often stare out the windows in her room, in the early morning lost in the spectacular view. Looking around myself I realized most of the students were at the match but there were a few students in the common room, a pair of fourth years we're fighting over who won their last game of exploding snap, a slightly emotional second-year was in the corner writing to…probably his mother and someone's cat was milling about, stalking any pet rats. I ignored them, and rushed to the staircase opposite of me. One step at time, one step at a time.
I climbed up the staircase to the second floor which had a balcony that could overlook the Common Room. To either side of me there were two separate staircases that divided dormitories by gender. In front of me was the Head's Staircase for the Head Boy and Girl of that year if they happened to be in Ravenclaw. I climbed up some more stone steps arriving at two mahogany doors with shiny gold doorknobs and blue and silver banners hanging on the front. I pulled the key out from around my neck and unlocked the door to her room. A chill ran through me as I realized I had left the windows were open.
As I entered the Head Girl's Dormitory I tripped over the massive amount of scrolls pilled by the door entrance. My room was littered with scraps of old and new parchment, empty and full ink bottles, textbooks, books I never had time to read, and a pile of clean and dirty robes. On the table to the left of me were astronomy charts from all six years, a sextant and watch, ancient runes translations, and a full telescope set up pointing out one of the twelve windows of her room. To the right was my four-poster bed, made up by house elves. I had however left a note at the start of term, warning them to never touch anything else. To the north of me was another table with N.E.W.T transfiguration homework lined up, an alchemy set and a cauldron set up currently empty. To the left of the cauldron was a pile of Daily Prophets underneath a window where an empty cage rested. I rushed over, tripping over more clothing and books to get to it. Underneath the mess I found it; the small brown battered book. As I turned around to leave, I caught a glance at my pet cat, Helo, fast asleep stretched out in his basket. Boomer, her pet owl was probably fast asleep in the Owlery. I had seen Helo at an adoption home, when I was staying with my grandmother over the summer. Dumbledore had allowed me to buy Helo when I begged him over the summer to let me adopt him from a Muggle shelter. "You are Head Girl after all and that has its advantages," he had said.
I smiled as I remembered this, cradling the brown book amidst the mess I finally got back to the door and shoved the faded book into my bag. On my way out I tripped over the same pair of shoes.
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