The Year of Insanity and Perverty Insinuations
Disclaimer: No owning of the series nor the characters. My hands are clean.
A/N: This might be a pretty crappy chapter, considering I was writing this because I felt as if I had to so brace yourselves, people. Also, I apologize for any possible OOC moments of the characters later on in the fic. It's bound to come up. Actually, they're pretty OOC right now. Eh, on with the chapitre.
Chapter 5 – He found out!
"Ginny, I'm quite bored down here! Do you mind terribly if we can go now?"
The redhead looked down from her broom to catch a glimpse of her blonde friend waving her arms around. She groaned inwardly. She's bored already? She sighed and slowly made her broom descend until the tips of her feet touched the ground. She nimbly jumped off the broom, her robes billowing out behind as she grabbed her Cleansweep. Georgia gazed at Ginny with the slightest amount of envy. How I wish I could fly like that…
"Alors. On y va," said Ginny. Gia walked beside her as they exited the Quidditch field and towards the castle. As they were walking, the blonde asked, "What are you going to do now?"
"I figure I'm just going to go to the library," she replied breezily. "What about you?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. I suppose I can go do what little homework I have leftover from last night. Lucky you, having finished it all yesterday." She made an attempt at looking mad, but failed miserably. Her friend smiled and said smugly, "You should have been doing your homework instead of making googly eyes with Seamus Finnegan."
"Ooh!" Gia blushed furiously. "Was it that obvious?"
"Quite" came the adamant reply. She playfully punched her on the arm as they reached the castle. Georgia turned to look at Ginny. "I'll see you later. I hope you have in the library reading your novel." She wrinkled her small, pert nose in distaste at the thought of being stuck in the library, reading on a sunny day. The redhead laughed and said, "Maybe you'll catch Seamus alone."
The both of them then stuck their tongues out at each other and split, going their separate ways.
"Hello, Ginny."
She looked up from her book to find Harry smiling affably at her. She returned the grin and motioned him over to her table, which was tucked in between 2 tall rows of bookshelves. He came and sat down in front of her. She put her novel down.
"So, what's up?" she asked.
Harry let out a wry chuckle and answered, "Well apparently, Hermione and Ron are."
A pregnant pause went by before it sank in and Ginny let out a deafening squeal with him wincing right after. She clapped a hand over her mouth as Harry sadly shook his dark head.
"It was about time he asked her," she said in a barely contained voice. The urge to shout and whoop was nearly overpowering. Harry laughed and leaned back in his chair.
"He told me this morning, as we were getting out of our beds. Haah, it was so funny, seeing him shuffle his feet and looking all awkward." As if on cue, he chuckled at the memory.
The redhead leaned over the table. "Where are they now?"
He yawned languorously and said, "Dunno. Probably outside the grounds, taking a romantic stroll." He snorted at the thought. She sighed dreamily and clasped her hands together. "It finally happened after all these years of beating around the bush."
He stopped leaning back and landed his chair legs on the ground with a thud! "Actually," he said, his voice low, "Ron and Hermione want to keep this a secret for as long as possible. I'm not even supposed to be telling you this." She widened her eyes and asked, "Why the hell would they want to keep it a secret?" To that, he could only answer with a shrug.
Ginny cocked her head to the side, propped up on her hands. Blast! It would have been so much fun torturing them about it, especially Ron. I can't wait to see them! She sighed again and smiled. Harry continued watching her. She gets happy so easily…it's nice to see her like this… …! Of course, I meant that in a completely platonic, brotherly way!
He blinked furiously and looked away from her, eliciting a curious expression from Ginny, who stopped looking off into space. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he answered nonchalantly, running a hand through his hair.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "O-kay."
She pushed her chair back and stood up, book in her hand. "I'm going to go look for them. Of course," she added hastily, "I won't do anything that'll give away your treachery. I merely want to observe if anything is noticeable. That is all."
He nodded solemnly and stood up as well. "My life is in your hands."
She laughed lightly. "Can you trust me with it?" she asked, smirking slightly. Once again, Harry was slow on a response because, once again, his mind drifted. Her mouth is very red and small…it's a good color…Wha! He snapped out of his daydream and said all in a rush, "Yeah, course I trust you. Now, why don't you go find them? I think I'm going to take a walk."
She gave him an odd look before nodding. "Um, okay then. See you around." She left the table with Harry slapping a hand to his forehead. What in the world was I thinking?
Weekends really were nice. Especially Saturdays when you finished all your homework already and you had nothing else to do for the rest of that day. Which was exactly the case as Ginny prowled the corridors in search of the secretive couple.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," she whispered.
Five minutes later, she found them sitting by an open-air hallway, on one of the stone archways. Nope, not one hint of a romantic relationship. Drat! Hmm, from here it looks like they're just talking. Wait! Do I see hands touching? Can it be? No-! Damn, it isn't. Okay, time to go say hello to them.
"Hello there!" she cried, waving a hand. Hermione turned and saw her, a look of surprise on her face. The redhead almost laughed and ran over there, her bag slapping against her side. She sat down upon reaching the couple and looked at Ron, whose neck was beginning to turn a lovely shade of red.
"What are you doing just sitting here?" Ginny asked bluntly. Eep! Me and my big gob! Fortunately, Hermione replied smoothly, "We're just talking. Or," she added, "as close to talking as one could get with him." She shook her head and Ron shot the brunette a withering glare.
"Hey," he protested, "I thought it was no more silly name-calling and petty arguments for us."
Instead of a smart-ass comment, he received a small smile from her and she muttered, "Couldn't help myself…"
Ginny's eyes expanded rapidly. Now it is blatantly obvious to anyone. They're screwed if they want to keep it a secret. She snickered softly under her breath.
"Ginny," Ron said loudly, "I heard from Harry that you've sworn off boys for this year. Good for you, but why?"
She looked at him blankly for a moment and then frowned in thought. "I got tired of wasting my time on them. I'll just take a break for one year and then I can go back to worrying about them again."
He nodded solemnly. "I see. Well, saves me the trouble of prying them off of you." Ginny punched his arm in mock anger. "Really now, they're not all over me!"
"That's what you think," Hermione said knowingly. "I've seen the looks Dean Thomas gives you during supper. Not to mention Seamus Finnegan, who practically drools at you in the Common Room, Zacharias Smith who keeps following you in between classes, your ex Michael Corners who likes to watch you in the library, and lately D-"
"What! That many!" Ron bellowed. He grabbed Ginny by the shoulders and fixed her with a n intense look. "Go ahead and extend that oath for the rest of your time at Hogwarts!"
The redhead chortled and swatted his hands away. "Don't' be daft, Ron, I'm not little anymore, you know. I can take care of myself without you breathing down my neck. Besides, I think that you'll need your time doing something else as opposed to 'protecting' me. " At the last part she smiled smugly. Her brother's ears went bright red and he sputtered, "Well I-I-I always have time for you! I'll make some time for you!"
Hermione chuckled sadly. "You're so hopeless…"
A short pause followed before Ginny got up, her bag in tow. "Well, I'm going to go see how I'm going to waste away all this time. Later." She walked off, leaving them alone. After Hermione thought she had put enough distance between them, she turned and whacked Ron upside the head.
"Why did you have to go and blush like a maniac!" she hissed. "Now she probably knows!"
"I didn't know I was," he replied apologetically, gently rubbing the side of his head. "Besides, I bet she could tell by you too."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Yours was by far the worst."
Abruptly, he got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up too. "Come on," he said, "let's go take a walk. Walk of all that irritation."
With a huff and a sigh, she replied haughtily, "You're lucky I'm so lenient," but she wrapped her finger around his hand as they strolled away from the stone arch.
Ginny giggled evilly as she cautiously stepped out from behind a stone column. Gods, that is so cute of them to walk off, holding hands like that! With wistful sigh, she wondered, I wonder if…no wait! Get a hold of yourself girlie! Remember the promise! Stick to it! She determinedly straightened her shoulders and said to her herself aloud, "I will keep up the promise. Righto. No boys for a year. Yep. Why? Because they're arrogant, rude, self-centered bastards who-"
"-Can't help but overhear a rather loud and obnoxious Weasel with a big mouth," finished a lazy voice. Ginny squawked from surprise and whirled around to find him casually leaning against the wall across from her with a bemused expression on his face. She gritted her teeth and spat out, "I wasn't done yet."
He shrugged. "Have I ever cared before?" She suddenly had a vision of him on a rack being stretched out while she was off to the side, cackling maliciously. She stomped up to him, her mouth set on a thin line.
"Why does it always seem that I am your preferred target? Am I a most favorable scapegoat? Do I have 'Torture me' written on my forehead? Why don't you just sod off now?" She pushed him into the wall, nearly making him lose balance and fall, but he recovered quickly, a growl passing his lips. He grabbed her upper arm tightly, earning a yelp from her, the both of them locking stares.
"Indeed I do," he said silkily, "you're a most fun target to taunt, don't flatter yourself by thinking you're any favorite of mine, and no I don't think I will 'sod off'." He released his grip, and she immediately started rubbing her arm, never breaking eye contact. Ooh, the bastard! I'll rip off your bollocks if I could! She realized that she was breathing heavily and she tried to calm down. Take deep breaths. Don't let that Ferret get to you.
Having regained her composure, she blinked coolly and said, "Right. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go. No point in wasting this lovely afternoon with you." She turned away and began to walk off before she heard him say, "And by the way, what an interesting promise you made, Weasley." She froze, turning to look back at him. A full-blown smirk was on his lips now and she could almost hear a pin drop.
"How did you find out?" she asked evenly. And why am I getting myself worked up over it?
"I have my ways," he drawled superciliously. "And I also think you won't make it. You're too weak."
Her eyes widened dangerously. "Excuse me!" she practically shrieked. "Well, I'll show you, bigheaded prat!"
His gray eyes glinted. "Go ahead and impress me. I'll be looking forward to it."
Oh it's on now. She walked up to him once more, until she was nearly nose-to-nose with him. There was a steely look in her eyes, something she took from her mother. "There is not one boy in Hogwarts worth looking at," she said venomously. He merely raised a blonde eyebrow before replying, "The same with the girls here."
Her mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before she shut it primly. If looks could kill, he'd be buried six feet under by now. She nodded jerkily and marched off with her head held high, the stomp! stomp! noises making their way down the hall, leaving Malfoy to raise an elegant eyebrow upwards at her ferocious temper and short fuse. It is so much fun to make her angry.
Short chapter, short chapter, I know! Sigh, I just can't seem to get into my groove lately! Promises of a better chapter coming up soon!
Alors. On y va. – Well. Let's get going.
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