Hello again! Chapter eighteen already? We're progressing very quickly, but I am swamped with all that I'm writing. I mean how would you feel writing two new chapters every week? Anyway, check out my other story about Trixie Riddle, it's called A Cursed Child: Tales of Voldemort's daughter, it's really good, I wrote it. Anyways, on with the story.
Ginny's POV.
I looped my arm through Micheal's and we walked down to the pond. There was a checkered red and white blanket with a brown basket sitting off to the side. I looked at Micheal in surprise.
"A picnic? How unexpected." I smiled as we sat down. Micheal shrugged and blushed a bit pink.
"Well, we are on a campus until next week when we go Hogsmead. So I figured that we should make the best of this." I nodded and we began to make some small talk.
"So, I heard that you like Quidditch, is that right, Ginny?" I nodded eagerly.
"Oh, yes. I love playing Quidditch, though my brothers think that I don't even know how to ride a broom." Micheal gave me a shy smile then laughed.
"I think that you'd be great on the team. Too bad their only looking for a keeper though." I nodded.
"If I could pick, I would want to be a chaser. I'm not fast enough for Seeker, strong enough for Beater or patient enough for Keeper."
"I would want to be Chaser too. I mean it seems the easiest and has the most action." We began to eat some of the food Micheal had packed. It tasted really good. I continued to stuff my face while Micheal was going on about Quidditch. I actually enjoyed his company more than I thought I would.
"-I mean, what kind of person would I be if I just went easy on them, even if they were my friends." I nodded.
"Why would you go easy on someone? That would mean that you don't take them seriously." He agreed with me.
"I know! Even if you and I started to date, I would not go easy on you. No matter how much I like you." I smiled, tilting my head slightly to the side.
"You like me?" He blushed.
"I mean . . .uh . . . well, you see." I laughed.
"Don't worry. I think it's cute. By the way, I like you too." I whispered the last sentence, as if it were a secret. We talked for a little while about classes and things, but then we finished eating and began to walk around. We finally came to a corridor that was empty. Micheal stopped me and stared right at me, his eyes bright and full.
"Ginny, I really want to kiss you right now." I blushed a deep scarlet. We had been friends ever since the ball last year and tension was thick, but I still felt it too soon. I broke eye contact and instead stared at the floor.
"Micheal, I just . . . I think that it's too soon for this. Maybe after a few more dates . . ." He let go of my shoulders.
"Only a few? So, soon?" I nodded.
"Soon." With that we each said our goodbyes and went to our dorms. I was bombarded by Hermione with questions about the date and how it went. It was a short talk, I only told her all of the details and answered her questions.
"Then I walked back to the dorm in a daze." I finished staring dreamily at the ceiling. Hermione looked at me with shock and surprise.
"I can't believe that you almost really kissed him! You're only a fourth year. You're only fourteen!" I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Hermione, don't be a hypocrite, I'm sure you snogged that Viktor fella." Hermione blushed a pink color and began to stutter.
"I did nothing of the sort!" You laugh.
"Sure, sure." Then Ron and Harry walk in on us. We had been talking by the fireplace. I looked at them and waved.
"Hey Ron, hi Harry!" They waved and sat down in chairs across from yours and Hermione's. Ron looked at us suspiciously.
"What were you two going on about? We heard your giggling from the stairs." I hold a finger over your lips.
"My secret." Hermione hit my shoulder.
"Did you tell your brother?" I groan.
"Why should I, it's my life." Ron crossed his arms.
"Tell me what?" Hermione burst out.
"Ginny went on a date with Micheal!" I glare as Ron roars.
"You what!? You are too young to date." Harry agreed.
"He's right, your only fourteen." I roll your eyes.
"Whatever. You do what you want and I'll do what I want, I don't need all three of you acting as helicopter parents, I can take care of myself." I stood and crossed your arms.
"And don't even think of spying on me. If you don't think I can take care of myself, go tattle on me and tell mom, like the child you are." I marched upstairs, ignoring anything else they said, but Harry's face still stuck in my mind. His look of concern and . . . was it . . . Jealousy?! What's happening with us? I calmed your breath and entered your room. I threw my covers back ready to climb in when I saw pins placed on the bed. I stopped and fell to my knees, thanking the gods that I didn't lay down.
I quickly got rid of the pins and sat on your bed, hand over your heart. I blushed a bright red as your thoughts strayed to Micheal and what he'd asked earlier. I blushed as I layed my head down. I wasn't even concerned with the pins or the fact I'd been pranked, someone liked me, the real me, and I was happy.
Don't worry, jealous Harry will show up clearly in later chapters, but here's a bit of jealous Harry in this one. I like how I'm kind making the characters OC instead of their actually selves, but I think it suits them better. See you in later chapters! Bye bye!