The Cerebral Coordination of Ginny Weasley

Author: ValorOrgulloso

Rating: T

Chapter X: In Which Ginny Thinks of an Idea

"So what've you been up to?" Hermione asked as I helped her heave her trunk up the stairs and into our room at Grimmauld.

"Oh, not much," I said. "The usual."

I was kind of hoping someone else would tell Hermione about Harry and I. I wasn't a fan of breaking the news for a few reasons. 1) I'm lazy, and I don't like to explain anything, and 2) It was a little awkward. I mean, I'm not a very touchy-feely, pour-your-heart-out kind of person, and anyone could probably tell by glancing at me. I wasn't a tomboy or anything, but I didn't flaunt my femininity.

I was generally quiet unless I had to say something, or I was completely comfortable around the person. Which is to say, I'm not completely comfortably around many. Not even my family and friends at times. For right now, the only person I would place in the completely-comfortable-with category is Harry.

Don't get me wrong; I love my family, but I'm not one of those people that would say "I love you" before I part ways with a family member. It's just understood that I love them. I show it through actions.

Which brings me back to why it would be awkward to tell Hermione about dating Harry.

She would bowl questions my way left and right. "How do you feel about him?", "Are you sure you're ready?", "How long have you liked him?", "Do you love him?", "Have you kissed?", "How far have you gotten?", "Don't be irresponsible, now! Use protection!"

None of these things I really wanted to talk about with Hermione. Like I said, I only have one person I'm completely comfortable around. And that's only because I have my tongue down his throat every few days.

I don't want to discuss my feelings or my private excursions with Harry to Hermione. I don't want to talk about anything emotional at all at the moment. Especially not love.

"The usual?" wheezed Hermione, as we set down the heavy trunk. She wiped her brow of sweat. I wasn't sweating, but I guess that's what you get when you don't sit in a library all day. "And what would that be?"

"You know… cleaning this place up, doing homework, hanging out with Harry…" I thought that even though I didn't want to mention my dating status with Hermione, I could ease her into the subject so that I wasn't bombarded with a million questions.

"Oh." Hermione sat on the bed and started, "There's something I need to ask you."

I almost sighed. Bring on the hurricane.

"I got a letter from Ron yesterday." She paused, and I paused my breath. Great, he's probably told her. "He told me to ask you…"

I scrunched my eyebrows down. Thanks, Ron, don't tell her that I'm dating her best friend. Make it harder for me.

"I mean, I've noticed some things for a while between you two, but it was very subtle, so I wasn't sure until the letter came, but I'm still not too sure if what I saw was real, and I didn't want to infer anything incorrectly, because being wrong is not an option in a situation such as thi–"

"Oh, out with it, woman!" I urged.

Hermione seemed to compose herself a little before finally saying, "Are you and Harry dating?"

I looked at her a moment. Then: "Yes."

A grin started to form on her face. She squeeled – oh, heavens help me, Hermione squeeled – and jumped onto my bed next to me, enveloping me in a hug. She pulled back and held me at arms length. I stared at her in shock. Hermione, dare I say it, was acting like a girl. "Oh, really? This is so great! I'm so happy for you two! I knew it! Oh, I'm so glad I knew it!"

Then she squashed me back against her breast and held me there until I muttered uncomfortably, "Um, can you let go now? I can't breathe."

"Oh!" Hermione hastily withdrew her embrace, and I leaned back, catching my breath. "I'm so happy for you!" she repeated.

"Erm, thanks." I rubbed my back, and checked for bruises – let me tell you, that girl can hug.

"How long? When did you get together, I mean? Was it over break or before? How long before? Did you know you liked him long? How long has he liked you? Oh, I wish I had noticed sooner!" After she finished, she looked at me expectantly, as if for an answer to her ridiculous stream of questions.

This was why I didn't want to talk to Hermione. She asked too many questions involving this relationship. Why couldn't Harry have been victimized instead?

"Um… we've been together for…" I tried to calculate the amount. I wasn't one of those people that remembered dates – even if they were for relationships. "I dunno, since a little after the first Hogsmeade trip?"

"You don't even know the day?" Hermione asked as if I was being absolutely ridiculous. She gave me a look that clearly said Don't-You-Care? You-Won't-Even-Know-Your-Anniversary! "Don't you care? You won't even know your anniversary!"

Yup. Spot on.

"It's not a big deal. We're not those types of people. We don't celebrate," I tried to amend.

But I guess I was just making things worse, since Hermione screeched, "You're not those types of people?" That was in my ear. Thanks, love.

"No," I answered, although her question was rhetorical. And, before she could open her mouth again, I said quickly, "There are bigger things going on than remembering a stupid date. We don't need to celebrate a two month anniversary or anything to know that we like each other."

Hermione looked at me in disapproval, but said, "Okay. Whatever you want." She was too organized. Of course Hermione wouldn't forget the date she got together with someone. But I also expected she enjoyed the symbolism of it, too.

"Thanks," I said. I was appreciative of her acceptance to drop it, even if it was regretfully.

I could tell she was about to go on another rampage of questions when there was a knock coming from the open doorway.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, rushing to meet him. She hugged him, and, when his head was over her shoulder and he could see my face properly, I rolled my eyes at her back, mouthing, "Mental."

Harry smiled broadly at me, and pulled back from Hermione. "What've you been doing all break?" Harry asked, turning the topic to Hermione. I almost hit myself. That would've been the smart thing to do when Hermione was going all apeshit up my ass; change the effing subject.

As Hermione went on a rant, I led the two of them out of my room and downstairs. We went into the living area and sat down on the couches.

Pretty soon, Ron, Fred, and George joined us. Ron invited Harry to play chess, which he accepted happily. And, sure enough, Harry and I were getting teased again. At first, I tried to ignore it and focus on the game Harry and Ron were playing. But it got so bad that I couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Move that pawn there, Harry dearest," Fred said.

"No! Move the knight! He's so muscular, powerful, and handsome!" George shouted, dramatically swooning.

"Kind of like our dearest Harrykins here, huh, Gin?" Fred asked, patting Harry on the shoulder.

By that point, Harry's ears were a bright red, and he was sitting erectly and stiff, unmoving. I wasn't much better.

They were about to make another smart ass comment when I got up and left the room, going into the secret room upstairs.

I sat down on the little cushion corner Harry and I had created over the past few days. This was the place we would escape to when people kept on trying to interrupt us, never sparing us a moment alone. It was frustrating, so we finally decided to just stay up here a majority of the time. We added cushions and such to make it more comfortable.

As I was sitting down, Harry entered the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

He sat down next to me, turning his body to face me. He sighed.

I looked at him. "They are so annoying!" I complained leaning against the wall in frustration.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It's rather embarrassing."

"And you shouldn't be embarrassed! I shouldn't be, either! You should be able to be my boyfriend without those two torturing us."

He wrapped his arm around me as I vented and kissed the top of my head. My mind raced as I thought of how those two teased us every chance they got. Slowly, my mouth began to curve into a smirk. I pulled back from Harry, looking at him with, I suspect, an evil gleam in my eye.

He raised an eyebrow at my expression. "What is it?" he asked, clearly wondering what I was up to.

"I've got an idea."

A/N: You know how in the first chapter there was a little note at the top rambling on about how there was no Order? Yeah, well, I lied. There is one, but I don't think I'm going to make it become a major role in the story, because I think writing about overly-cliché things are boring (well, I'm hoping my story isn't overly cliché. It probably is, but the "Order" cliché drives me bonkers. So I'm not having it). And I might rewrite the first chapter. I think it's stupid. Or maybe I'll wait until I finish the story and rewrite parts that I don't like.

And, as for what I was listening to as I wrote this: "Swing" –Savage, "Love Lockdown" –Kanye West, "Eighty Eights" –Farewell, and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack.

Not sure if what I'm listening reflects into my writing, but maybe.

I can only update on weekends, and if I ever update on a different day, don't congratulate me. I should probably have been doing homework, 'cause I have awful grades right now…. My history teacher thinks I have depression or something, because I don't smile enough, and my grades are horrible. He's like, "I was surprised with your grade," heh, D+, and, "Are you alright?" and "I'm concerned about you," and, "Smile more…. *smiles*… a sincere smile." So I basically have a C in AP US, and my teacher thinks something's wrong with me. But it was so mean, because when he said he was surprised with my grade (D+), a girl next to me asked him if he was surprised with hers (D), he was like, "Not as much."

There are 2 girls on my swim team that look exactly like a rhino and a wolf. It's the funniest thing ever. (I'm not exactly the nicest person if you haven't figured that out yet)

So I hate writing long author notes (and this one is REALLY long), but it seems I've been inclined to write longer ones lately, cause I have a lot of pointless things to share. Thanks for everyone's support of my story, and I hope you review and keep reading!