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Category: Post-HBP Characters:None Genres: None Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 18 Summary: Harry sits alone by the fire, plagued by thoughts of Ginny. Little does he know she is sneaking up behind him. Will he be able to tell her his true feelings? An HBP missing moment/songfic. Hitcount: Story Total: 5736 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. Author's Notes: As always, I don't own anything - it all belongs to JKR. Lyrics to "You Don't Know Me" are by Ray Charles. This is my first fanfic, so please review! :) And thanks to my beta Kumy, for all of your help. |
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You give your hand to me, And then you say hello I can hardly speak, My heart is beating so, And anyone can tell, You think you know me well, But you don't know me. The Gryffindor common room was nearly empty. The few stragglers left were heading towards the Great Hall for supper. Harry potter still sat alone by the fire, however, intent on finishing his transfiguration essay before midnight. He reveled in the warmth of the flames, but remained utterly frustrated by his work. Reference books and spare bits of parchment were spread haphazardly beside him on the couch and covered the floor. Harry brushed his hands through his already messy black hair, aggravated by his lack of progress. Every time he tried to concentrate on his work, the freckled face of a certain lovely, red-headed ball of energy intruded and made it impossible for him to think. This is never going to happen, he thought, finally giving up. He crumpled his nonsensical essay and tossed it into the fire. Watching the glowing coals slowly eat away at the charred parchment, he didn't notice the object of his affection sneak up behind him. "Is this seat taken?" Harry jumped and turned abruptly, making Ginny giggle. She smiled at him, the same sweet smile that made his lungs constrict and his heart pound loudly in his ears whenever he thought of her. She was always smiling and laughing — her cheerfulness entranced him. One more reason she’d never date you, you surly git. “It’s yours", he replied, congratulating himself on sounding somewhat normal. Choosing the overstuffed armchair across from him, Ginny plunked down heavily, looking exhausted. She smirked at him and stretched lazily, her foot momentarily brushing his left leg. Thankfully, the distraction of reaching into her bag and pulling out a shabby copy of Dream Oracles by Inigo Imago kept her from noticing Harry’s sharp intake of breath and sudden inability to move. "Nobody was kidding when they said O.W.L. year was hard - between work and Quidditch I feel like I haven't slept in days." "Wait until you hit your N.E.W.T.s" Harry sighed. "I can go a little lighter on the Quidditch practices if you think that they’re going to hurt your chances in the exams." "No way!" she replied. "I'd much rather win the Quidditch Cup than make a few more passing grades on my O.W.L.s, no matter what Mum thinks!" She grinned, and he couldn't keep himself from staring into her bright eyes. Deep brown, with flecks of gold that sparkled in the changing firelight, they seemed to dance with mischief and laughter. He could definitely get lost in those eyes — if he didn't make sure to catch himself. She's not yours, and it's your own fault. Oh you don't know the one, That thinks of you at night. Who longs to kiss your lips, And yearns to squeeze you tight. No I'm just a friend, That's all I've ever been, You just don't know me. Ginny watched carefully as Harry shook his head, seeming to come back from another place. She was intrigued by the look he had just given her, and even more so by his reaction when he had finally pulled his eyes away from hers. Harry had been acting strangely around her lately… shyly attentive. She really didn't know what to make of his actions, but she was frightened of the hope that had begun to well up inside her. Yes, she had had other boyfriends — including Dean Thomas, who always was trying to treat her like a Princess. It really made her want to gag, and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to put up with him. She secretly knew that she was just hoping that someone, anyone, would capture her heart and take her mind off of raven-headed boy with the piercing emerald eyes that sat only a few steps away. She had finally gotten used to Harry being a good friend. Now, all of a sudden he had changed on her, leading her to believe that she might not have to settle for simple friendship after all. What am I thinking? Harry has finally started looking at me as a friend, and not just Ron's little sister — it doesn't mean he actually likes me. Not that way. Feeling suddenly bold, however, Ginny decided it wouldn't hurt to try and reciprocate a little of his attention. "Harry, do you think you could look over my dream interpretations? I know you hated Trelawney's class, but there's no way I'm getting help from Hermione." She grinned, imagining the look on her bushy-haired friend's face at the mention of Divination class. Harry chuckled and then took her notebook. "My dream diary was a made up bunch of rubbish, are these all real?" "Yes...well, most of them anyway." Ginny wasn't about to admit that she still had at least one dream a night that featured she and Harry alone together in a variety of romantic situations. She knew all too well what those dreams meant, and had been trying to fight them off for ages. They made her far too happy for her own good. I never knew the art of making love, Though my heart aches with love for you. Afraid and shy I let my chance go by, The chance that you might love me too. Ginny came and sat next to him on the couch, leaning towards him to see his progress in checking her work. Much too close. His pulse shot upwards again. She is much, much too close. Harry tried to concentrate solely on the neat sloping handwriting in front of him, but it was hard when he was so fascinated by everything about her - the curve of her neck, the shifting reds and golds in her hair, and most of all, the way that her sweater and jeans clung to her torso and hips. It was almost too much for him to endure. "Do you see any mistakes?” Ginny’s breath tickled his ear and he felt his face heat instantaneously. "W-well," he stuttered after taking a deep calming breath, "this dream about climbing stairs…er...it could just mean you’re worried about getting to classes on time…” “Either that or I’m trying to run away from my prat brother,” Ginny interrupted, breaking into a disarmingly mischievous grin. Coughing out a laugh, Harry cleared his throat before continuing, “Or…uh…it could also mean that you're going to succeed in getting your wishes." Ginny’s smile faded, her mouth suddenly gentle and serious. "I'd like that," she replied in a low, soft voice, the sort of voice that would make any man's blood boil. She glanced at the parchment and leaned in for a closer look. "Anything else?” His mind reeled as their shoulders touched. He was unable to stop from admiring her slim form as she leaned across him. She was so beautiful. He moved his hand tentatively towards her arm, captivated by the flowery scent of her hair. The world whirled into focus abruptly as Harry was slammed back to reality. Is she doing this to torture me? He jerked his eyes away from the ruby curls at the nape of her neck, desperate to regain control of his thoughts. No, she just doesn’t know. Scanning the parchment, he searched in vain for something else to comment on. She was much better at Divination than he was. In fact, everything seemed perfect. Ginny was perfect. He allowed himself one quick glance at her face, taking in the beauty that haunted his own dreams. "It all looks good to me." You give your hand to me, And then you say goodbye, I watch you walk away, Beside the lucky guy. You’ll never, never know, The one who loves you so, You just don't know me. As Harry met her gaze Ginny thought she saw a glint of something in his eyes. Could it be longing? Suddenly Ginny was caught by the idea that maybe - just maybe - she had been right. Perhaps he did feel something more than friendship for her. Perhaps. Hoping that she wasn't pressing her luck, Ginny leant in slowly, placing her mouth momentarily to his cheek in a feather-light kiss. Her lips tingled as they grazed his warm skin. "Thank you Harry," she whispered, "for all of your help." Heart fluttering and courage spent for the day, she lowered her eyes to her lap, a light flush appearing on her cheeks. She risked a glance up at Harry and saw him staring at her, shock plainly etched across his features. He raised a shaky hand, barely brushing his fingers against his cheekbone. Then suddenly, a mixture of terror and anticipation in his eyes, he began to move towards her. Her gaze was captured by his soft mouth, coming closer… closer... Perhaps... Ban g! Ginny and Harry darted apart as the portrait hole was pushed open by a loud crowd of Gryffindors returning from supper. Harry cursed himself both for being too forward and for not making his move quick enough. He and Ginny were suddenly surrounded by a cacophony of voices as groups of shrieking first years and laughing friends came back content and full of food. Harry scanned the room frantically, soon spotting Ron amble through the portrait hole with Lavender clinging to his arm. He realized he was lucky that his best friend hadn't come in to find him snogging Ginny. Or even worse, what if she hadn’t reciprocated? What would Ron have done if he walked in on his best mate attacking his little sister? Not to mention the fact that she has a boyfriend, he thought dejectedly, Speaking of Dean… Harry scarcely managed not to glare openly at Dean Thomas as he walked over and placed a hand possessively on Ginny's shoulder. "All right, you two?” Dean asked nonchalantly, trying to hide the suspicious glance he gave Harry from his girlfriend. Harry was glad to see that Ginny seemed more than a little perturbed by the interruption. She squirmed slightly under Dean's touch. "Yes, we're fine Dean; Harry was just helping me with some homework." "Well, come on then, it's about time for a break isn't it? Let's go for a walk." Dean pulled Ginny off the sofa by her arms. "Thanks again, Harry," Ginny said quietly, chocolate eyes meeting bright green for an instant. "It means a lot to me." "Any time," Harry managed breathlessly, before Dean dragged Ginny off towards the exit, placing his arm around her waist. Harry couldn't help but narrow his eyes dangerously at his roommate's back as they walked away, but his face softened as he saw Ginny glance back at him over her shoulder before being escorted through the portrait-hole. Harry slumped down in his seat, feeling completely miserable. Raking his fingers through his hair again, he wondered if he would ever get up the nerve to tell Ginny how he really felt about her. You give your hand to me, And then you say goodbye. I watch you walk away, Beside the lucky guy. Who'll never, never know, The one who loves you so, You just don't know me. |
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