Author Note: So people, this is my first fanfic soI apologise ifI make mistakes or grammatical errors everywhere. I was a regular reviewer and still am, but recently I've been very obssessed by Harry/Ginny-ship. Firstly, thanks to ink-blot88, who's like my friend and my editor ei..., who I meet everyday since she goes to the same school as I do. I highly recommend her fanfic(s). Well, then. Let's get back to businees, shall we? Read on!
Disclaimer: I don't know why I bother writing this disclaimer thing. Everyone KNOWS that our beloved J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I'm just a humble fan who is very inspired to fill out the gaps that exist in the story. So, naturally, I don't want to make any profit out of this.
I had been glancing at the clock repeatedly ever since this morning. He was supposed to be here ages ago...well, not really – I'm exaggerating – it was more like an hour ago. But, an hour DID seem like eternity when you're waiting fro someone you care a lot. -cough- Not that I was still infatuated with a certain charcoal-haired boy, but still, that didn't stop me worrying over him. I mean, he was probably the only person everyone – wizards and witches – seemed to care about, while at the same time also being the only person wanted by You-Know-Who, oops I meant, Voldemort.
doorbell clanked
I noticed that Ron and Hermione had actually started sprinting towards the front door. Gawd... they better be tiptoeing across the hallway if they wanted their hearing to last until the day they die. When I finally caught up with them, I could only see Professor Lupin and Moody – Moody was muttering something and pointing his wand at the wall. Seriously! If I hadn't known that he had a reputation for being a nutter, I would seriously book him an appointment at St. Mungo's. Much to my surprise, Harry's body had suddenly emerged out of the thin air – oops, sorry, Moody! Hermione rushed to hug Harry and for a second there, he seemed to be suffocating. But his expression softened quickly and he hugged her back in a brotherly sort of way. Well, unlucky for him, once she let go of Harry, he was again pulled into another hug by none other than my brother, Ron. My mouth was halfway forming a grin, but Ron suddenly yanked me and yelled out, "Big hug!" Oh my goodness... Mind you, Ron's idea of big hug was to bump his shoulders onto other person's – a sort of boyish hug. So I thought I wouldn't want bruises on my shoulders tomorrow morning and I let go to greet Harry properly.
"Hi, Harry," I muttered, putting what I hope was a happy expression to disguise my concern. "How are stuffs?" I added.
He shrugged and smiled slightly, "Okay, I guess..."
Hermione looked like she was about to cry for some reason I didn't know and there was an alarmed look on Harry's face.
"So...what's for dinner?" he asked innocently. All three of us grinned broadly and started walking towards the kitchen.
I had to admit, I felt much better that what I had ever been this summer.
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A really large tawny owl came swooping through the open kitchen window. Judging by the expression of self-importance in his face, I could tell that he was carrying our Hogwarts letters. My heart started thumping against my will. I quickly rescued a letter that nearly landed in the jug full of apple juice in front of me. Damn bird!
I briskly ripped the side of the envelope and scanned the letter. I had found what I was looking for on the last piece of parchment.
"Ms. Ginevra Weasley,
The Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination Board would like congratulate you on your achievement on your past examination. You have received a total of ten (10) OWLs."
I looked up only to see Mum was tapping on the table nervously.
"Well?" she prompted.
I drew a sharp intake and grinned at her, "I got ten".
Her expression quickly changed – she was clearly astonished.
"Goodness, Ginny! Ten! TEN! We are celebrating," she decided.
My grin had somehow become broader making my cheeks hurting.
"I've got ten OWLs everyone! TEN OWLs!" I screamed.
I could see clearly as in slow motion: everyone had turned around to face me – the twins looked shocked. I counted that there was a 5 second silence – aside from Mum's humming excitedly of course – before I heard sincere congratulations thrown at me. Or in the twins' case, they threw their own bodies on me. -sighs- I wondered if they ever would grow up?.
Soon after I disentangled my body from the twins', I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Harry, smiling.
"Ginny! I'm so proud of you!" he grinned before adding, "Not as proud as I am to myself though".
He held up something gold and shiny. It had the Gryffindor lion etched on it which was surrounded by a Quaffle, Golden Snitch, and two Bludgers. It was the Quidditch Captain's badge.
I could feel the blood slowly draining from my face, "You did not!" I shrieked.
"Yes, I did!" He nodded vigorously.
"OOOHHH! Well done, Harry! God..."
"Well, I suppose I am the only player who has stayed long enough to receive this," he drifted casually.
"No, no! You deserve it," I told him with a tone of determination. "But mind you, I cannot be bothered to be bossed around by you, Potter-boy!" I added mockingly.
He let a series of comfortable laughs and put an arm around my shoulders
"Someday you will learn to look forward being bossed around by me".
I snorted, "You're wishing, Harry. You're wishing".
We walked over to Hermione who at that moment was busy sobbing happily over her new badge – a Head Girl's one. I exchanged a look with Harry before we broke into ferocious laughter simultaneously. For a moment there, I felt as if my life was back to normal and peace had dawned at last.
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Platform 9 ¾ was accommodating its maximum capacity that day. I supposed that the fact that it was heavily guarded with undercover Aurors highly contributed to that. I met tonks whom I didn't recognise before she winked at me and greeted, "Wotcher, Ginny!"
After a very tearful parting with my family, we – me, Ron, and Harry – quickly jumped into the train that was slowly taking off. Hermione had parted with us to 'fulfil her Head Girl's duties' as she put it, so we searched a compartment for ourselves. We entered a compartment that was only occupied by Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.
"Hey you guys!!" I greeted them and took a seat next to Luna.
"How was your summer?" I asked.
So the first part of the trip was spent exchanging stories of what happened during the summer. I saw Luna shivered when I informed her of the funny deaths occurring to both muggles and wizards. Neville clutched onto his wand uncomfortably – I knew he couldn't let that sort of thing happened. He has changed so much.
I let them to mingle with their own thoughts. Harry and Neville proceeded to a game of chess. Ron was muttering something I couldn't hear and slipped out of the compartment. Luna was reading The Quibbler – upside down, obviously – although I had noticed that she hadn't progressed to the next pages or so.
I moved to sit next to the window and watched the moving pictures on the window. I wondered why life couldn't just be normal and happy. Why couldn't I just enjoy my life as a teenager? I caught Harry looking at me with what I thought as a hint of concern in his eyes. I smiled and he slightly pinked but still hadn't taken his eyes off me.
Unfortunately, Ron chose that moment to drag Hermione into the compartment. Goodness, she looked err... grumpy.
"So, I take it that the new prefects are gits?" I enquired her.
She just simply snorted.
I glanced at Harry whose face was still pinkish. Wait a second, did I say 'unfortunately'?
Author Note: So how was that? Good? Crap? Okay? Well, whatever you think it was, plz plz plz review.... I'm anticipating conctructive criticism, you know. Thanks for reading!! Unfortunately, I have exams full on next week. Update maybe next weekend!