Cosmic Jam by Ellery

Summary: (Couldn't think of a good title, so I borrowed this one from Bill Bailey)

The start of Ginny's first year. How could a glass of water change everything.

Loads of cuddles and fluffy stuff, sadly they're a bit young for kissing. Aww...
Rating: PG starstarstarstarhalf-star
Categories: First Week Challenge (2008-2)
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2008.04.22
Updated: 2008.04.28


Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Bewilderness
Chapter 2: Part Troll

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Bewilderness

Author's Notes: I'm working on the second chapter, but you wouldn't have got anything, if it wasn't for Spenser Hemmingway, Beta Extraordinaire.

Harry awoke on the morning of September the first, to the shouting, bumping, and crashing that could only be the large Weasley family, belatedly, getting ready for Hogwarts.

It was lovely and warm in bed; Harry thought it was the softest bed he had ever slept in. Indeed he thought it was the best night’s sleep he had ever had. He rolled out of bed, to be met by a shrill scream.

“I don’t look that bad in the morning do I?” he said groggily, looking up to find, not Ron, but Ginny staring wide-eyed from the same bed.

‘Oh bugger,’ Harry thought, blushing profusely. “S-Sorry, I must have gone back to the wrong bedroom last night, when I got a drink downstairs,” he stuttered out, noticing that Hermione was, thankfully, still asleep in the next bed over.

“That’s alright Harry,” Ginny said, blushing slightly and playing with a strand of her fiery, red hair.

Harry ran out of Ginny’s room and up the stairs, to the safety of Ron’s room, where he collapsed onto his own bed.

“Hey Harry. Where’ve you been?” Ron asked, sleepily.

“Oh…uh…nowhere Ron. We should probably get dressed; I think your mum’s making breakfast.

It wasn’t long before the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were dragging their trunks to the car. Harry took one last look at the Burrow, which he had come to love almost as much as Hogwarts itself, and settled down between Ginny and Hermione on the back seat. It reminded him of how comfortable he’d been that morning.

Just then, Ginny yawned, and rested her head against his shoulder to sleep. Harry, though surprised at first, gave in to temptation, leaning his head against hers and dozing off as well.

Molly Weasley, looking in the mirror, smiled at the two of them, then glared at her sons, as if to tell them, "Don't even think about it."

I wasn't until they reached the station that Harry and Ginny woke up, both blushing furiously at their positions.

"Come on, you two. We've only got twenty minutes to get you on the train," said Mrs. Weasley, shepherding them through the crowds of Muggles.

They reached the barrier, and Molly called, "Right--Harry and Ginny go first, then Ron and Hermione."

Harry took Ginny's hand and they walked confidently towards the barrier, pushing their trolleys in front of them. When they reached the barrier, Ginny went through first, and then Harry followed.


Dobby the house-elf was furious; he couldn't seal the barrier while the entire Weasley family was present. ‘That’s that plan gone out the floo then. Dobby had better start on the next one,’ he thought, disappearing with a pop.


Harry and Ginny made their way across the crowded platform together. Harry made sure to keep a tight hold on Ginny’s hand as he wasn’t sure that he would be forgiven by Mrs. Weasley if he lost her only daughter.

Together they made their way to the back of the train, hoping to save a compartment for when the others arrived. Harry helped Ginny lift her trunk on board and found an empty carriage at the rear of the train.

They had both just placed their trunks in the luggage racks when there was a loud crack and the door of the compartment slammed closed. Harry and Ginny both spun round in shock, wondering what was going on.

Seeing the door closed, Harry walked up to it and attempted to open it, but try as he might, he simply could not open it. Even when he risked punishment from the Ministry, by using ‘Alohomora’ the unlocking charm, he still couldn’t budge it.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that we got here before them, I would have said that this was the twins’ work,” Ginny said, looking out the window with a frown.

“Maybe when the others come along, we can get them to let us out,” said Harry, plonking himself down on one of the benches.

Ginny turned around, and looked at him, “And what if whoever did this, put some sort of silencing, or concealment charm on the compartment?” she asked, while slumping down into the seat next to him.

“At least we’ve still got our trunks with us, and your mum gave us some sandwiches and pumpkin juice,” Harry offered, going over to his trunk and opening it.

“Oh shoot,” Ginny said, suddenly getting up and moving over to her own trunk. “I knew I’d forgotten something!” she exclaimed.

“What is it Ginny?”

“Oh, just my diary, that’s all.” Ginny returned to her seat and sighed as she lay down on it.

Harry could tell that she was upset, and desperately racked his brain for a way of cheering her up. Then he spotted something in his trunk, something he had completely forgotten about, until then that is.

He picked it up, and carried it over to Ginny. Sitting on the edge of the bench in front of her, he looked down at her.

“I missed getting you a gift before Ginny, so consider this a late birthday present from me,” he said, handing her a small, leather-bound, diary. The book had been one among many of Dudley’s untouched gifts, left to moulder in his old second bedroom. Harry had originally picked it up, thinking that it might be useful, before his first year at Hogwarts, but had never found the time.

Ginny gasped, sitting up slightly. “Thanks Harry,” she said, as her eyes moved from the diary, to his face.

“It’s nothing much. It really belongs to my cousin, but he’s not missed it yet, and I doubt he ever will.”

“That’s alright, Harry. It’s wonderful,” Ginny put the book down, and pulled him into a hug. Harry stiffened slightly at first, but then softened into the embrace, as a warm, tingly feeling entered his belly. Reluctantly they eventually let go of each other.

“I didn’t know that’s the way it felt. To be hugged, I mean,” Harry whispered.

“Anytime you need a hug Harry, just ask, okay?” she said, smiling the brightest smile Harry thought he had ever seen.

Harry’s face broke out in an immense grin. “Now that I would enjoy,” he said, both of them immediately turning bright red.

Harry couldn’t resist, and brought Ginny into his arms once again. “You’re the first I ever done that with,” he said breathlessly, coming out of the embrace.

Ginny yawned, followed shortly by Harry; both of them feeling the effects of such an early morning. Harry lay down next to her, and the two of them drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 2: Part Troll

Author's Notes: Well here's the second and final chapter. Again, it's named after a show by Bill Bailey. Of course you could say Ron's a bit of a troll in this chapter, but I'm not going to.

I've been asked to continue this story, but at the moment, as you can see from my Bio, I've got plenty of fics to be getting on with (and I haven't even listed all of them).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

The two of them woke sometime later, arms and legs tangled. Harry stretched, looking at his watch, and then out the window.

"I think we're nearly there, Ginny," he said. "We must've slept for hours."

"Mmmgh," Ginny yawned, "I'm sooo hungry; have we got anything to eat?" she asked blearily, looking around.

"We have your mum's sandwiches over there," Harry replied, pointing out the two packages. Harry rose to get them, as Ginny sat up and stretched.

"It shouldn't take them long to get us out of here, once we arrive," he said, returning to his seat, and handing Ginny her sandwiches.

They ate their meal together in silence, before changing into their plain black Hogwarts robes. As the train rolled into the station, they looked out the window, hoping to see a professor, or some other adult, who could help them.

"'ello 'arry," the familiar, booming of Hagrid's voice came through the window, causing the glass to rattle slightly. "I 'ear you 'ave a bit of a problem with your compartment.

"Uh, yeah Hagrid," Harry replied. "We can't open the door. How did you know?" he wondered, aloud.

"Ron and 'ermione reported your disappearance to the conductor. After findin' one o' the compartments locked, an' that 'e couldn' open it, 'e contacted the 'eadmaster," Hagrid explained. He then took out his pink umbrella, tapping it against the window frame. "There you go," he said, as the glass vanished from the window.

"Thanks Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed, climbing through the window, and turning to help Ginny through.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, and Miss Weasley I presume," a strict, though not unkind, voice echoed from further down the station as Professor McGonagall stepped out of the shadows. "The headmaster wishes to see the both of you before the feast. We will take a carriage up to the school," she said, turning away and walking towards where several were lined up.


"Hello Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley," Professor Dumbledore greeted them, as they entered his office. "I was wondering, whether you would perhaps tell me what happened on the train," he enquired, eyes twinkling.

"Uhh... We didn't do anything wrong together sir, we just hugged and slept most of the time," Harry explained rather nervously.

"That's... interesting, but I was referring to how you managed to be locked inside the compartment in the first place." Dumbledore smiled at them, his eyes seemed to be twinkling furiously now.

"Well," replied Ginny this time, and Harry was secretly thanking Merlin that she had got over her shyness around him, "we don't really know. You see Professor, Harry and I were the first through the barrier. Instead of waiting for the others, we decided to head straight onto the train to find a compartment. We put our things inside, and we were about to head back to the platform to wait for the others, when the door banged closed, and Harry and I couldn't get out!"

"Hmm... I'll have to think on this Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, but right now it's time for the Sorting and the feast," Dumbledore said, hurrying them on their way.


Ginny nervously entered the room the other first-years were waiting in. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she moved towards one corner of the room. On her way however, she was distracted by a familiar, dreamy-looking face.

"Luna," she called, hurrying over to greet her childhood friend. "Sorry I missed you on the train Luna, I got locked in a compartment with Harry Potter," she explained, rather smugly.

"That must have been nice," Luna said. "I wonder why they did that to you; they’re such nice creatures usually…”


"Harry, where were you?" Ron immediately cried out, as Harry sat down beside him.

"Uh, can this wait until after the feast?" Harry asked, feeling rather nervous as to the Weasley brothers’ reactions to him being locked up alone with their little sister.

Ron looked at him strangely for a moment, but then they were distracted by the Sorting. Harry and the Weasleys cheered louder than all the other Gryffindors combined, as Ginny was sorted into their house. Harry stood up as she came over to the table, giving her a hug before sitting down next to her.

There was an immediate intake of breath from beside him, “What did you just do, Harry? Did you just hug my sister? Is that what you’ve been up to all afternoon? Taking advantage of my little sister!”

“Oh, shut up Ron,” Ginny cut in, kicking him hard on the shin. This made several nearby Gryffindors chuckle quietly to themselves.

Harry meanwhile was trying to edge as far away from Ron as he could. He had noticed that the other Weasley brothers’ reaction was not as drastic as Ron’s. Indeed the twins were positively beaming, though this could have been attributed to Ginny’s actions.

All in all, the feast was as magnificent as always, although Ron continued to sulk, even after his third helpings. After Dumbledore had finished his speech, they all got up, and headed towards the Entrance Hall. Ron, it appeared, had still not gotten over seeing Harry and Ginny so friendly with each other. As soon as Dumbledore had excused them, he stormed out of the Great Hall, not giving Harry or Ginny a second look.

“Don’t worry Harry. He’ll calm down soon enough; he always does,” Ginny soothed, as they made their way up the marble staircase.

“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t share a dormitory room with him!” Harry said, causing them both to grimace.

The next week went by quickly for the two of them. They made sure to catch up with each other’s news regularly, causing Ron to walk off in a huff more than once.

Another development of the week was Lockhart's admission that he was an incompetent fraud. No, he didn't admit it in so many words, but rather his actions. By the end of the week, all but his most diehard fans amongst the students and staff believed he was.

“Ginny, do you think Ron might be jealous?” Harry asked, as they worked on their homework together in the Common Room.

“Probably, Harry. He no doubt thinks that I’m trying to steal you away from him,” Ginny distractedly replied, trying to finish off her Potions essay.

"I've tried talking to him, you know?" sighed Harry.

"I know Harry," Ginny said, closing her books, and pulling Harry back, into an overstuffed armchair to cuddle.

Maybe it was the incentive of Ginny's hugs, but Harry always seemed to have his homework done those days.

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