Chapter 3- Why is it Different
As uasual, i dont own this, anything reconised from Harry Potter is the work of the amazing, Joanna.! Hope you enjoy this next chapter. This is sided a bit more to Harry but i felt it was needed. Oh, and I am sorry for the mistakes in this chapter especially, as I am using a different computer that doesn't seem to have spellcheck. Anyway, please read and review.
Exactly one week after the incedent on the train, Ginny had finally got to school and was slowly adjusting to her new, hectic time-table. She hadn't seen much more of Dean, apart from the odd glimps of him in the Common room, the sideways looks at the Gryffindor table or the short glances in the corridor. She had started to wonder weather she had scared him off with the way she blushed but pushed those distant thoughts aside when she remembered that it was the day she had been waiting for all summer.
Today was the day of Quiddich try outs. Today was the day she would show everyone how hard she'd practiced. Today was the day she would make it a Gryffindore team chaser. But most of all-Today was the day that she would show the school exactly what the yougest and only Weasley girl could do.
She had been practicing all summer. She had gotten up early every morning, just to go down to the vast orcheds behind The Burrow and practice until the sun was up and her mother had woken up. On many rare occasions, Harry would join her.
Unlike Ginny, Harry would not intentional wake up at that early hour. He would be forced to by the grim and heart wrenching nightmares of Sirius's death that night in the Ministry of Magic. He had claimed he hadn't realised she had left and that he was just out of a walk to clear his dark and clouded mind. Although this was a complete lie that Ginny had known nothing about. Really, Harry had woken up from one of his many haunting nightmares but it was just th esame one as normal. Oh no way was this the same. This one had a twist. Harry had dreamt that it was Ginny who had been killed instead of Sirius. He had gone to check on her one of them many mornings to find she had gone so he had decided to see if she had left the house and was extremely relieved to find her, carelessly playing an inoccent game of Quiddich.
Harry wasn't quite sure why was having these dreams but there was one thing he did know. His feeling towards Ginny had changed. He was quite certain of this but he couldnt deny that he had started to see her in a different way. At first he thought it was just brotherly like Ron and Ginny but then he thought it was something to do with the way she had changed over the years and their connected past. He hadn't noticed much before but he had just recently noticed how much the Chamber of Secrets had changed the poor girl. She had lost her childhood and inoccence that year and she would never regain it again. She was no longer shy and blushing. She was now stronger but always a little cautiouse.
He had also realise how much she had physically changed. Her once rosey cheeks had paled to a light, pastel pink. Her hair was now elbow length, straight and an adoring shad of red he had ever seen. Her once golden eyes had deepened into a more loving shade of amber. And her once slightly chubby frame had portioned out into a slim, curvy figure which he had come to admire.
In the end, Harry had settled onto the fact that he was a teenager and therefore all his boisterous hormones were going absolutely mental inside of him and gave up on his cruiosity for the young Weasley.