|SIYE Time:6:03 on 18th August 2018|
Characters:All, Harry/Ginny, Severus Snape
Genres: Comedy, Fluff, Humor
Story is Complete
Summary: During a DA lesson, they are reviewing smaller spells, starting with summoning. Everyone, including Neville, is getting it down. Well, everyone besides Ginny. When she askes for extra lessons from Harry, he instantly turns her down. Which angers her and leaves her badgering him for the lessons afterwards. He finally agrees, but on one condition. She has to give him lessons too. Lessons on how to win over the girl he fancies.
Hitcount: Story Total: 16067; Chapter Total: 3103
Chapter 2-Bad Summoning Skills and Types of Girls.
"Hermione! I can not believe you let him agree to this!" Ginny paced her dorm room. Hermione sat on Ginny's bed smiling. Ginny looked up and glared.
"It's okay Gin."
"No. It's not. This could ruin everything." She sat down on the bed next to hers.
"How won't it. Hermione, I already have to pretend not to be able to summon." She waved her wand and muttered 'accio book.' Her Care of Magical Creatures book flew to her hold. She looked at her pointedly.
"I know Ginny. I know. But you want Harry, right?"
"Yea..." She mumbled.
"Didn't you decided that a little time with him on your own might help him realize..."
"Yes I did!" She stood up and stomped her foot. "But. Now I have to give him how-to-win-over-the-girl-he-likes lessons. I am missing how this is going to help me at all."
"Ginny, sit down, calm down, and think about it. You giving him lessons on how to win over a girl. Sometimes you might have to demonstrate...I promise Ginny, with every magical fiber in me, that it will work." She smiled reassuringly. Ginny sighed.
"Alright. I trust you...for now." She laid down behind Hermione.
"Alright. I need to go...study." She smiled and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"More like go snog my brother."
"Bye 'Mione." Ginny muttered as the door closed.
Ginny really had no idea what Hermione was planning by letting Harry argee to that. Over the summer,Ginny had told Hermione about her plans to get Harry. With the whole faking her superb summoning skills for trash. It was kind of hard actually. She had to point her wand a little off from the object and wave it stupidly. The results were bad, but what she wanted.
She had fooled Harry, at least.
She and Hermione had spent many nights at Grimmauld Place practicing...bad summoning skills. Hermione could also not summon perfectly. But no one had to know that.
She had really thought things were going to be looking up for her with Hermione on her side and Harry finally agreeing to teach her. Then he had mentioned the 'conditions.'
Teaching Harry to get the girl wouldn't be hard. She knew how to rope guys in. Not for dating, of course, but for getting things done. And to teach it would be easy. She knew the signs that meant they liked her back. She knew how to show a person you like them without...showing them.
But just because she knew didn't mean she wanted to tell Harry. No, it most definitely didn't. But she had no choice. Maybe, like Hermione said, it would all work out in the end.
Ginny sighed and rolled over onto her stomach. She doubted it.
Harry was arranging all sorts of items on the far wall when Ginny arrived for the lessons. He had gotten to the room an hour ago to fix things up. He sat pillows of all shapes, books, dolls and things as small as a crayon up for Ginny's first practice. He figured that starting small was the way to go. Lighter things were easier to summon.
He hadn't heard the door creak when she entered/ for he was to absorbed in his thoughts. He had been mulling over the subject of their lessons since last night. He wasn't really sure if it was a good idea anymore. What if Ginny got the wrong idea...
But then, he had realized her getting the wrong idea would be a good thing. He could see her reaction, know how she felt about giving him lessons...
If she even cared at all.
He jumped about a mile when Ginny let out a 'hem hem', in the prefect mock of Professor Umbridge. He spun around and glared at her.
"Hey!" She just about bounced in the room. Hopefully she hadn't gotten the wrong impression...cause she was seeming rather happy.
"Hello. How?s your day been?"
"Alright." She shrugged. "Yours?"
"Great." Miserable. He couldn't help but thinking. Their lessons hard been lurking on his mind all day and wouldn't go away. Maybe after their first one he would feel better about it.
"We doing your lessons or my lessons first?"
"Yours." He said in a definite tone. She nodded. Positioning her self in front of the pile of objects, she waited for instruction.
"Okay, as you know, summoning is very useful. I'm guessing that is why you wanna learn it." He didn't wait for her reply. "I'm not sure why you can't do it. It's really simple." He almost seemed to be thinking out loud. "I have gathered some things that might help us. Some ways for you to try. Like standing perfectly straight, sitting down, one leg forward..." Ginny was staring at him oddly. "Hermione told me in class today to try these type of variations."
"Ah..." Ginny would kill her. Hermione who knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with her summoning skills, decided to throw Harry and Ginny for a spin.
"Then she also mention trying with your back toward the object and your wand over your shoulder. Might be difficult to see..." He muttered as an after thought.
"I'm guessing you're going to try all these things?"
"Of course..." He shrugged and smiled. "Ron also thought we should try having you do fifteen jumping jack and then casting the spell...I don't know about that one."
"Okay, let me just see you try it regularly."
"Alright." She muttered and concentrated hard. Pointing her wand more towards the dolls than the pillows. She flickered her wand slightly and said. "Accio Pillow."
"No, no." Harry stopped her. "I want you to try on the crayons first. If you can get them to even slightly move..." His voice faded out as she aimed towards the toy wands and said, "Accio Crayon."
"Man..." Harry muttered pulling out his own wand. "Accio Crayon." A bright red
crayon flew at him and he caught it smoothly. Sitting down at the table Ginny hadn't noticed till now, he pulled out a paper. It was a checklist of ways to try. He marked off standing and sighed lightly. "Okay. This time, keep your back really straight."
Ginny did and cast the spell once again toward the doll. The third time she tried with her posture straight, she slipped up and the crayon moved forward a bit. Harry smiled and made her do it again eight more times. These all having no effect.
"I think it was just a glitch. I'm sorry." She said with no meaning in her apology. Harry waved it off and scratched the posture of his list. A chair popped out of no where and Ginny knew Harry must have thought of it. She sat down and looked at him.
"Fire away." He said with a pitying smile. She tried and messed up on purpose. Hermione had told her to make sure not to make any progress in the first few days. Then around the fourth, move something halfway across the room. Harry would be relieved, and the tension would lighten up.
They tried two more ways, on her knees and standing on one foot, both being (of course) useless. Ginny felt kind of bad for a few moments when she saw the stressed out look on his face.
"I'm sorry Gin." He muttered. "I will think of more ways to help you tonight..."
"It's okay. I'm sure I will get it in time." She quickly reassured him.
"Alright." He shrugged.
"Ready for you're first lesson?" She asked trying to get things back into a good mood.
"I..." He nodded. "I guess so."
She pulled her seat up to the table and folded her hands on top of the table.
"What do you want to start with?"
"How should I know? You're the teacher."
"Ah...right." She muttered, thinking momentarily. "How about the signs to recognize if they like you back?"
"Okay. First, the way they act. If they act giddy all the time, it's most likely one of those you're-hot-and-I-have-a-crush-on-you type things. That or the girl's just a ditz."
"No she's not that one." Harry interrupted.
"She?" Ginny raised her eyebrow.
"Yea, the girl I fancy."
"Oh! About that. Don't you think it would help me teach you if I knew who the girl was?" She said it with a shrug, but her heart was racing.
"Most likely, but no, I won't tell you."
"But..." She huffed. "Well, can you at least tell me if I know her?"
"Are me and this...girl...close?"
"Yea. I would say so." He nodded.
"Then.." Her eyes got wide in mock horror. "It's Hermione!"
"No." He grimaced. "Can we get back to the lesson?"
"I guess..." She sighed melodramatically. "Second type of act." She held up two fingers. "The shy type. When you do catch her eye her glances are passive, but when you're not looking there are many hidden stares, hopeful gazes." She sighed. "This type of girl is the one who wants to be with you more than anything but knows she isn't good enough for you. She knows that you would never like her."
Ginny explained this all while looking at her hands. She knew this was her type with him. And she couldn't let him see it on her.
"I think I'm more that type...with the girl." Harry said and Ginny looked up.
"What? You not good enough for some girl...it's crazy." She stared at him.
"Ginny...I'm not all that. I'm not everything."
"You..." ...are to me. She stared at him a few more moments.
"Oh! Yea." She snapped out of her trance and tapped her finger on the table. "There is the vicious type. The flirty girls. The ones who just want your body, or with you, your fame."
"Ah...no she's not that." He frowned. "At least...I don't think. I mean, I do have a very nice body."
"You..." She rolled her eyes. "are very egotistical."
"I was kidding." He laughed.
"Then..." she went back to talking about the looks. "there are the clingy girls. I'm not sure I've met one of these yet. The type that want your money, your looks, your fame and your ring on their finger all in one." She smiled.
"One more type. The crybaby type. The ones who whine over everything. Ex-boyfriends, mistletoes, kisses in Hogsmede..." She let her voice fade with a small laugh.
"Just a little bit." She pinched her fingers almost together and closed one eye. Looking at him through the small space she smiled again. "I think that's it for today. You agree?"
"Yea. When do you want to meet again?"
"Hmmm..." She shrugged.
"How about every other day?"
"Really?" She asked surprised. She had been thinking the same thing, but only because she liked to be around him.
"Well, not if you don't want to..."
"No! It's fine. The sooner I learn to summon the better."
"And the sooner I learn the get the girl...the sooner I get her." He smiled and, her heart
fluttered. No, Harry, for you it wasn't the sooner the better. Not in her case. The last thing she wanted was for him to go and fall in love...
"Alright. See you after dinner Friday?" She asked with a reassuring smile. Although inside, her thoughts were anything but sure.
"Well I'm not really going anywhere, we do go to the same common room..." Harry pointed out, and Ginny flushed in stupidity.
"Right." She muttered as they walked from the Room of Requirements.
"You all have any more ideas for Ginny's lesson?" Harry asked on Thursday night. Hermione, Ron and Harry were sitting in the common room. Hermione working on a paper for Arithmacy, Ron twirling a piece of her hair in a almost dreamlike state. Harry never thought Ron to be a dreamer...but he was looking like one now.
Harry had the checklist for Ginny's lesson on his lap, a sugar quill between his teeth.
"Oh!" Ron dropped Hermione's hair and sat up straight. "Have her stand on her head!"
"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "Don't be silly." She clucked her tongue at him. "Try...making her balance a book on her head."
Ron snorted. "And you say my idea was silly." Hermione glared at him. "Harry, make sure you tell her to keep her posture perfect at all times. It can affect the waving of your wand and make the spell go off track..." He mocked Hermione's words from the DA meeting.
"That's it." She slammed her book closed. Knocking Ron over, she stood for the couch. "I am in love with an insufferable prat, Harry!" She yelled in anger. Ron gaped at her as she marched to the stairway.
"Hermione..." He whined, standing from the couch and running towards the girls staircase. She 'harrumphed' loudly without turning around and continued making her way up the steps. "I'm sorry. Come on!" He stomped in defeat as she disappeared behind the door of her dorm. It slammed loudly, and Ron sighed. "Girls..." He muttered as he rejoined Harry on the couch.
Many of the students who had been watching the exchange between Ron and Hermione laughed. Others smiled at the thought of the two of them together. Harry, on the other hand, sighed along with him.
"Girls..." Harry repeated him, and Ron looked at him skeptically.
"What girl troubles are you having?" He asked curiously.
"Ah..." Harry stared at the paper with Ginny's name written across the top, his heart beating wildly. He couldn't tell Ron that he fancied his sister. Ron was to overprotective, and Harry didn't want anymore obstacles in his way to winning Ginny's heart. "Not relationship wise, but in different ways. Like with your sister and the summoning spells." He tapped the paper.
"Oh...right." He looked thoughtful. "About that, mate. Try...having her concentrate on a happy memory. Like you have to with the Patronus.”
"Good idea." Harry scribbled it down.
"Have her eat some type of food. Try vegetables and fruit." Ron smiled as Harry
wrote them down too. Ron glanced around quickly, then leaned closer. "You really should try having her stand on her head."
Harry rolled his eyes but wrote it down anyway. He also wrote down Hermione's
suggestion from earlier, about the book on her head. What could trying these hurt? Well, besides Ginny's head.
Harry arrived at breakfast the next morning to find Hermione and Ron already there with at least six seats between them. Ron was casting sad looks Hermione way, and she was ignoring him in a way that seemed unconscious. With a humorous smile at both of them, he took a seat by Neville, so that neither would be mad at his choice.
He filled his plate and then began eating just as Ginny showed up. She took a seat across from him, rolling her eyes towards Hermione and Ron. She said hello to Neville then looked at him.
"Those two at it again?"
"Of course." Harry said, shooting them a glance. Ron was still staring Hermione's way, stuffing food in his mouth as he did.
"They wouldn't really be Ron and Hermione if they didn't." She smiled.
"Nope. They are always..." Harry's voice faded as a boy from Ravenclaw walked over to their table. He took a seat next to Ginny. He looked to be her age and it would be sensible that they were friends. But what had shocked Harry speechless was when he leaned over and kissed Ginny's cheek.Ginny smiled at the boy.
"Hey Gin." The boy said, running a hand through his straight shoulder length brown hair.
"Hey Dustin." She said in return offering a piece of bacon to him. He scrunched his nose, shook his head, and grabbed a piece of toast.
So, the boys name was Dustin. Rotten name if you asked Harry. There was nothing good about the name or the person. In fact, the boy's hair was too long. Much too long. Harry reached up and felt his own hair, which was at least five inches shorter.
"Harry?" Ginny asked. He looked over to her quickly. She was staring at him oddly, and he realized he had been glaring at Dustin...er...Dustin's hair.
"This is Dustin, my boyfriend." She smiled brightly and touched Dustin's arm. Harry felt a pang jolt through his chest and knew instantly that he was mad with jealously. But, he'd be damned if he would show it. He smiled Dustin's way.
"Hey. How is it going?"
"It's going alright, mate." Dustin replied. Mate...he'd show him mate...
Harry bit into a piece of bacon as Hermione slipped in next to him. He glanced quickly at Ron, who, by the look on his face, seemed to have gained enough confidence. He stood from his seat and was headed their way. He took the seat next to Ginny just as Hermione spoke.
"Hey Ginny." Her voice sounded tight. "Who's this?"
"Dustin." She said as if it explained everything.
"He's her boyfriend." Harry added calmly, sending a glare Hermione's way as he realized that their plan with the lessons wouldn't be half as effective now.
"Her..." Hermione stared wide eyed at Dustin, then looked to Ginny quickly. The two of them shared a look, and then Hermione smiled. "Well, congratulations."
"Thanks-" Dustin began.
"Wait!" Ron finally interjected after getting over his brief shock. "Boyfriend? But, since when do you have a boyfriend?" His face was turning red from anger and Harry could image steam coming from his ears.
"Since last night." Ginny bite into a biscuit and shrugged. Dustin nodded.
"You can't have a boyfriend!"
"Oh..." Ginny turned in her seat and looked at him. "And why's that?"
"I..." He cast Harry a furtive glance. "I don't know..." he mumbled and took in a large fork of eggs.
The first chance Hermione got to speak to Ginny privately, she took. It was after classes had ended. Hermione pulled Ginny into her room as soon as she walked through the portrait.
"Dustin?" She asked pushing Ginny down to sit on the bed. She stared at her. "Didn't you just tell me last week that Dustin was gay?"
"Yep." Ginny smiled. "I've decided to-"
"Yes." Hermione waved her hand around. "I have already figured that out. What I don't understand...is why?"
"Well..." Ginny stopped talking and bit her lip.
"Well what, Ginny?"
"When I first found out that Harry wanted lessons in return I..." She frowned. "I got a little jealous."
"Of course you did." Hermione said passively.
"So, I am trying to...make him jealous?" She shrugged and looked away. Hermione rolled her eyes and sunk into the bed next to Ginny. This kept getting more and more complicated.
"Ginny..." She sighed.
"Hermione..." Ginny mocked her. Hermione stared at her for a few seconds before shaking her head and standing.
"I am going to supper. You coming?"
"Of course." Ginny stood and followed Hermione out the door. "I am guessing you think it was a bad idea. Beginning to 'date'," She moved her fingers in imitation of quotation marks. "Dustin, that is."
"It's not exactly a bad thing. Just..." Hermione smiled as the reached the bottom of the steps. "not really a good thing."
"Okay. That made no sense-" Ginny flung her arms forward and pushed the portrait door. Just as she was leaning against it, someone opened it from the outside, and she fell. Right onto Harry. She lay on top of him for a few moments, staring at the ground next to his head.
"Ow." He mumbled underneath her. Ginny directed her gaze away form him and smiled.
"Sorry." She rolled off him. His face was red, and he wouldn't look at her.
"It's okay." He stood and offered his hand. She grabbed it and he lifted her to her feet.
"Thanks." She mumbled, now also blushing. She wiped non-existent dirt from her robes and looked at Hermione, who was smiling happily towards them.
"We were just heading to supper." She said in a cheerful tone, which made Ginny frown, considering she hadn't been too happy about Ginny's more recent news.
"We were on our way to get you Hermione." Ron said, also in a happy tone. He was taking Hermione's happiness for granted. Her wrapped his arm around her shoulders and turned around. Ginny shut the portrait door (The fat lady huffing a 'thanks') before following, Harry next to her.
"Classes go alright?" He asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yep." She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Of course, it would be better if they were over."
Harry smiled as he caught her meeting. "Yes, I guess it would be."
"But, I don't mind these lessons as much."
"Me either." Harry agreed.
"Dustin didn't really like the whole idea of you giving me lessons." She smiled brightly, letting the lie slip from her easily. Dustin thought all this was a big laugh. "But I've convinced him."
Harry's smile had turned into a dark grimace. He quickly reminded himself to lose the jealousy. When Ginny looked over at him, his features where once again set in a calm, nonchalant expression. Which made Ginny frown.
"Yea..." She mumbled as she slipped into the Great Hall.
BOOM! That's it for chapter 2. Tell me what you think on twists I've added. The whole...Ginny actually being able to Summon and then Dustin. =D
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