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Category: Post-OotP Characters:All, All Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Humor Warnings: None Rating: PG Reviews: 309 Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated in over 2 years *** This story starts at the end of Order Of The Phoenix. Although this story starts as the usual Harry/Ginny romance, I believe after several chapters, you will find that Ancient Dark Magic takes on a whole new meaning to our Harry and Ginny. Will Harry discover the key to the Half-Blood Prince?* * * *American Edition *** * * * Hitcount: Story Total: 196491; Chapter Total: 3304 Author's Notes: SUMMARY: Who do you admire? - - Ron’s dilemma - -
Doesn’t anyone USE the bathroom?
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Chapter Twenty-seven Who Do You Admire? The days were moving quickly. It was still freezing cold every day. So Harry didn’t get outside at all. Hagrid’s classes were sometimes canceled because of it. Harry had all his school work up to date. His D.A. classes were coming along very well. His reading was getting harder to follow. He was trying not to think about Ginny. That was a failure, but he was TRYING. Ron had become quiet lately. He seemed to be doing a lot of thinking, but Harry had is own troubles... avoiding Ginny. Luna and Ginny were working hard, studying for their O.W.L.s. Harry used the Room of Requirement or the D.A. classroom, so he could avoid studying in the Common Room so much. He kept away from the Library unless his school work required it, but sometimes, when he got extra lonely, he would study in the Common Room. One evening, when Harry was feeling blue, he joined the others in the Common Room. Hermione was talking about what they would be doing after they left school. “I can’t make up my mind. There are just too many options. I’m interested in EVERYTHING,” she said. “Maybe if you decided who you admired the most, you may be able to decide from that,” said Luna. “That’s a good idea,” said Neville. “Who do you admire most and would most like to be like? “That’s too easy,” said Ron. “If it is, then who?” asked Hermione. “Dumbledore, of course,” said Ron. “Hmmm I think Professor McGonagal would be my choice. She’s very intelligent, strict but fair, I’d put her up against any man,” said Hermione. “Well... of course you being a girl, you would choose someone like her. But us guys would all go for Dumbledore. Right?” said Ron. “Not exactly,” said Neville. “I admire him, of course, but I think I MOST admire Mad-Eye Moody,” said Neville. All, but Luna, looked at him in shock. Mad-Eye just didn’t seem the type that Neville would want to be like, in their minds. “I think that is a very good choice,” said Luna. “So, who would you choose?” asked Ron. “Harry, of course,” said Luna. “You can’t choose me. I’m your brother, you need to choose someone older and wiser or at least an adult,” said Harry. “That was not the question. He didn’t say it had to be an adult or they couldn’t be related. Besides, you are almost an adult, next summer you will be of age. Anyway, he asked who we MOST admired. I’m telling you my answer,” said Luna, firmly. “I guess I know who to talk to when I’m having a bad day,” said Harry blushing. “You’d choose Dumbledore, right Harry?” asked Ron. “Er... well... no... there are many. I wouldn’t want any of you to think that I don’t admire several people we all know,” said Harry. “Oh for goodness sake! Spit it out!” said Hermione growing impatient. “My most honest answer would be Arthur Weasley,” said Harry. “What?” said Ron. “My dad? Are you mental? He’s not anyone special or famous or anything.” “Not special? He’s the most... well no, he’s not famous or anything. But I admire him most of all men that I know,” said Harry. “Why?” asked Ginny. “Well... he’s just... well... he is intelligent, more than most give him credit for, he’s wise, he’s fun. He’s happy with his family... he’s a wonderful father. He works a job so that he can spend time with his family instead of working to get rich. He puts his family first. He and your mum sacrifice a lot of luxuries just to put all of you through school. You never lack anything that is important, even if you didn’t get the very best in personal items. You’ve always got your school things and good food on the table. I just admire him. If I could be like anybody, it would be him, that’s all,” said Harry. They all looked at Harry with surprise. Hermione got a big grin on her face. She thought she would stir the pot and see what happens. “Ginny who do YOU most admire?” she asked. Of course, the first person Ginny had thought of was Harry, but after hearing what Harry had to say, she changed her mind. “I agree with Harry. Dad is the person I most admire too,” said Ginny. * * * * Later that night, Harry was lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. Ron was lying in his bed too. He kept making weird sounds, like a whistle or a hoot... annoying sounds. Finally Harry had to say something. “Ron, why are you fidgeting so much?” “Hem, I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot of things on my mind. Can’t seem to be still,” said Ron. “You want to share some of it, or am I going to have to toss you down to the Common Room?” asked Harry. “Well, it’s sort of delicate. I mean, well... I have a problem.” said Ron quickly. Harry grinned. “Like I don’t? I’ve shared enough of MY problems. Sometimes you and Hermione have helped me solve them. Maybe we can help you.” “Hermione can’t know anything about THIS problem. Maybe it isn’t a problem. Maybe I’m just making it a problem. I don’t know,” said Ron. “Spill it. I got to get some sleep before the sun comes up. IF it comes up, been so cold,” said Harry. “Ok. It’s got to do with those girls. You remember, Carol and Sharon. Well not just those two, but them for sure,” said Ron. “Yeah?” said Harry. He could tell it was going to be a long night if Ron didn’t spill it out. “You know that book?” “The Dark Arts book?” asked Harry, who knew perfectly well which book. “Yeah, well, ya see, I think that they read that book and have been using... well, they got spells or enchantments from the book or one like it, see?” said Ron. “Yeah?” “I remember everything. I think. I mean I haven’t blacked out or anything, but I think maybe they have been trying to get information out of me. Maybe about you?” said Ron. “What did you tell them?” asked Harry, patiently. “I don’t think I told them anything, yet. I mean, they have asked me stuff, but I was always vague. At least I think I was. I mean, well I don’t know. It doesn’t SAY in the book if the ‘victim’ remembers,” said Ron, embarrassed. “Yet?” asked Harry. “Well, ya see... I’ve been thinking. I am REALLY angry, Harry. I mean REALLY angry. They have been USING me or at least they are TRYING to use me.” “I have an idea, but I don’t know if I should try it. It could go all wrong,” said Ron. “What’s your idea?” asked Harry. “I’m not sure exactly. I was thinking that maybe I SHOULD see them again. I haven’t seen those two, plus a couple of other girls that I am suspecting since we got back.” “I was thinking that maybe I should try and turn the tables on them. See if I could get information out if them. IF they are using their ‘WILES’ on me. We should know WHO they are trying to get the information for,” said Ron. “Ron, we KNOW who they would want to get the information for,” said Harry. “Honest, Harry, I don’t think I gave them any information. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I remember that Sharon asked me where you lived, because I mentioned that I would be spending Christmas with you. I just vaguely answered ‘up north somewhere’. I was not in the mood to be talking about YOU at the time. I am pretty sure that I told one of them that Remus Lupin was your guardian. Other than that, I don’t think I told them anything else,” said Ron. “Ron, don’t worry about it. Really,” said Harry. “The one sitting next to me at the ball asked me where I lived too. I told her ‘up north’, so our stories match. Why did you lie to her?” asked Harry. “I make it a habit not to tell anyone anything about your life,” said Ron. “Why’d you lie?” “Because I didn’t like her. She didn’t really have any reason to ask. I was suspicious,” said Harry, truthfully. “Blimey, Harry. You know that I wouldn’t ever tell anyone about you, not willingly,” said Ron. Thanks, Ron. That means a lot to me,” said Harry. “So, what’d you think? Should I try to get information from them or maybe FEED them wrong information? I’d really like to get back at them,” said Ron. Harry thought a moment. “No. I don’t think it would do any good. We know who’s behind it. I don’t think THEY have any information that would help us.” “I’m really sorry, Harry. IF I did do anything that would cause trouble for you, I’d never forgive myself.” “Oh, I see. Like I’ve never caused you to get into any trouble,” said Harry, grinning. “I’m really sorry, Harry. I had no idea. I mean, I guess I should have. I mean, I should have known that none of the really pretty girls would ever go for me. I’m pathetic.” “Ron, you are mental? I get around. I’ve heard. There are plenty of pretty girls that would love to go out with you. Only you, eh, well you prefer the pretty ones that are... well... loose,” said Harry. “Really? You’ve heard? What have you heard?” said Ron, excitedly. “Oh brother!” “Sorry, Harry,” said Ron. “Good night, Ron,” said Harry. “What? You’re not going to tell me?” asked Ron. “No! You will need to find that out for yourself. Night, Ron.” * * * * Ginny was in a stall in a downstairs girls bathroom, when the door burst open. She could hear footsteps going over towards the mirrors. “Oh! Harry Potter is out there. I can’t stand it,” said one. “I thought you LIKED Harry Potter,” said the other. “I DO, but I don’t want him to see me like this. My hair is a mess.” “It looks fine to me,” said the other. “Well, it’s good enough for anyone else but not for Harry. I want to look my best. I haven’t got to be alone with him since before the Christmas Ball.” Ginny decided she would stay in the stall and listen. “You were ALONE with Harry Potter? I don’t believe it,” said the other. “Well, yes... but I don’t go around talking about it. Harry likes to keep things to himself. He doesn’t like people to flaunt,” she said. “When were you ALONE with him?” asked the other. “I told you, before the Christmas Ball. Ever since he dropped all the Advanced classes, I haven’t been able to get near him. I mean, I don’t want to just walk up to him in the hallways,” she said. “Then how are you going to talk to him?” asked the other. “I don’t know. I’ve been waiting for him to come up to me,” she said. “Like THAT’S going to happen,” said the other. “Well, it’s happened before,” she said. “Where?” said the other. “After a D.A. meeting, in the classroom. Since he dropped those, it has been difficult,” she said. “Are the back of my robes straight?” “They look fine. So what did you talk about?” asked the other. “We didn’t do very much talking,” she sighed. “Oh, every time I think of him, I get goose flesh. I want him so bad.” “You and every other girl,” said the other. “Not every other girl has been... well... close.” “Why don’t you just say what you mean?” said the other. “I mean that we were kissing. You can’t imagine how that feels. See my arms? Every time I remember that night this happens,” she said. “You really kissed him? Wow! What happened? Tell me EVERYTHING !” said the other. “Just don’t go telling around. Yes, we were in the D.A. classroom after everyone left. We were kissing. I mean he is the best kisser. There could not be anyone who kisses as good as he does. My heart turns to mush just thinking about it,” she said. “How long did you kiss? Was it just for a minute or was it a long time?” asked the other. “It was for a very long time. It just kept getting better,” she sighed. “But we were interrupted and he had to go. I’ll never forget it,” she said. “Hmmm, so why hasn’t he asked you out? Why didn’t you go to the ball with him?” asked the other. “I told you. I haven’t got to be near him since. Then of course, he went to the ball with Ron’s little sister,” she said. “Do you think he goes for her? She’s not very pretty, I mean nothing like you are. She’s got freckles and she’s way too young for him, ” said the other. “Thank you. I don’t think he would go for her. She’s too young. What is she? Third year?” she said. “Not really sure. She’s small so maybe she is younger. She looked pretty good a the ball, though. She may have used an ‘Enhancement Charm’. With your pretty blue eyes and long dark hair. I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said the other. “I think the only reason he took her was because her brother, Ron, asked him to,” she said. “Ron, now I could go for him. He’s so tall. I need a tall guy, since I’m so tall and his shoulders are so broad and his arms are muscular. Oh, he’s so dreamy. I would love for his arms to be around me,” said the other. “Maybe when Harry and I start going out, we could double date or something,” she said. “Oh yes!” said the other. “Do you think he’s still out there?” Ginny heard their footsteps as they left. Harry was KISSING this girl. A pretty girl ! Ginny began crying. She was right, she was ugly with freckles and too short. Did Ron ask Harry to take her to the ball? What was that about the dress then? What if he couldn’t STAND to ask her, so he asked about the dress instead. So he would ask, but not have to be asking her, the ugly little freckled girl! She couldn’t get up. So she just sat there and cried. Outside in the hallway, Harry had been looking around. He thought he saw Ginny come this way. Ginny had dropped a piece of her homework in the Common Room and he wanted to get it to her before her next class. The girl with the dark hair and blue eyes walked out of the girls bathroom towards him. He felt his heart pounding. He had been avoiding her. She walked up and smiled at him. “Hello, Harry. I’ve missed you,” she said, touching his arm. “Eh, nice to see you. Have you seen Ginny? She walked this way. I need to find her,” he said. “Ginny? Who is she? What she look like?” she asked. “Ginny Weasley. She has long red hair,” said Harry. “No. I haven’t seen anyone with red hair around here,” she said. “Oh. I saw her come this way. She must have entered one of the rooms. I have to go find her. If you see her, would you tell her I’m looking for her?” he said as he walked away. “Yeah, like I’d tell you,” she said under her breath. * * * * Back in the bathroom. Ginny was still crying silently. The door opened and a couple of other girls came in. Ginny held her breath. “Oh! Harry Potter was out there talking to some girl. He’s so dreamy. Those eyes!” she said. “Yes, he does have the most dreamy eyes,” said another girl. “Who’s that girl he was talking to?” “I think her name is Lisa or Rita. She’s from Hufflepuff,” she said. “She’s real pretty,” said the other girl. “Yeah. I know I don’t have a chance with him, not with girls like THAT around,” said the girl. “The Valentines Ball is coming in a couple of weeks. You think he would ask either of us?” said the other girl. “Forget it. I’m sure he already has a date,” said the girl. “Whoever she is. She sure is lucky,” said the other girl. “She sure is,” said the girl. There were footsteps as they left the bathroom. Lucky? Yeah, she was lucky. Did Ron ask Harry to ask her to the ball? Probably. He looked like he wished he didn’t ask her at Christmas. What was she going to do? She came out of the stall and washed her face. It looked all blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy. She decided to go back to the stall and wait for the bell to ring. Then she would go up to her dorm and finish crying. Doesn’t anyone USE the bathroom? * * * * A few days later, Ginny caught Ron alone. “Ron, how’s it going?” asked Ginny. “Ok. How’s it going for you?” he asked. Something was up. “Ok, I guess. You going to the ball?” she asked. “Yeah. I got a date,” he said. “Anyone I know?” asked Ginny. “I don’t know. Her name is Lisa. She’s from Hufflepuff,” said Ron. “What’s’ she look like?” asked Ginny. “Oh, she’s real pretty. Dark brown hair with big blue eyes. I just met her,” said Ron. Could it be? she thought. “Eh, Ron? Did you know that Harry was going to ask me to the ball?” asked Ginny. “Which one?” he asked. “The next one,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah. I figured he would. He asked you to all the other ones. Why?” “I don’t know. It was kinda sudden and very early to be asking,” she said, innocently. “Well, you know Harry,” said Ron. Did she KNOW Harry? Could Ron’s date be the same girl from the bathroom? What would Harry think about Ron dating the girl he KISSED? Ginny was going to tell Harry that she was not going to the ball with him, but if this was the same girl, it would be too amusing to miss out on this. She was GOING to the ball with Harry. * * * * Beta by Jenny |
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