| Jarvey
Join Date: May 2008 Location: Leicester, UK
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Krysta Hedwig
Sixth Year | 
Well no one has yelled at me, so I suppose I got away with it.
I re-read this last section and it occurs to me that the quality of writing isn't very good. So sorry if anyone found it hard to follow.
Ok, guys, here's the end of the chapter. Things are starting to pick up pace now!
Chapter 14, part 3
When he awoke he had to blink hard to see if he was imagining things. But sure enough two bright blue eyes looked into his green ones. Ginny was smiling gently. To Harry’s delight she was still in his arms. He’d half expected to wake and find her either gone or furious with him. Instead she tilted her head to one side and twisted slightly so she could face him better.
“You make a great pillow y’know, Potter.” He smiled sleepily, yawning and stretching his arms out above his head.
“And you make a lovely blanket.” He said through another yawn. She giggled gently and he smiled back at her. She twisted back around and rested her head on his chest again.
“You gonna fall asleep again? Coz I need the toilet.” He asked awkwardly sending her into fits of giggles. She sat up still grinning and he pulled himself up to his feet stretching his back. Throwing a grin over his shoulder he headed for the shower room.
When he came back she was gone. He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment from the absent people in the room.
“Damn it.” He moaned and dropped back onto the sofa.
“Damn what?” she poked her head out from behind the sofa with a huge grin on her face.
“Why you…” she squealed as he went to grab her, despite her protests he managed to pull her back onto the sofa where they both fell about giggling.
“You didn’t think I’d just leave did you Harry Potter? I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl…I mean…I didn’t mean…” her eyes widened in a slight panic and her cheeks flushed when she realised what she’d said. To her relief he grinned and she returned the grin, her cheeks still a little flushed. Harry couldn’t stand this any longer. The girl had been driving him mad for months now. Waiting for her to stop giggling he gently brushed her pink cheek with his finger. A look of fear crossed her face and he stopped, pulling his hand away from her face. It was his turn to panic now. Had he made a mistake? Had he misread the signs? He didn’t understand girls at the best of times, sometimes not even Hermione. But he’d felt so sure just now. Ginny looked down slightly, avoiding his eyes. He’d blown it.
“Oh God, Ginny I’m sorry.” He quickly got his feet, nervously stepping back from the sofa. She looked stunned.
“Harry, I…”
“No, it’s ok. I’m sorry…really I’m…I have to go.”
“Harry wait!”
But he’d gone. Ten seconds later he was buried under his bedclothes, his teeth and fists clenched cursing his own stupidity.
He didn’t want to get up. When he had awoken earlier that morning he hadn’t realised how early it had been. The fact was it had been barely 6 o’ clock when he had left Ginny in the common room. Now at 9:30 the sun was just about risen (and only just) and people were beginning to mill about getting dressed. Ron eventually dragged him out of bed, confused by Harry’s fully dressed sate.
“Why did you go to bed fully dressed? There something you’re not telling me?” Ron grinned and Dean guffawed from across the room.
“You dog, Potter. Who’d have known it? So who’s the unlucky girl?” It was all in jest of course and as the whole room burst into laughter he left the room to take a shower. He couldn’t help wondering what they would say if they knew that their joke was partly true.
Somehow he made it downstairs by 10:30 and was just about to sneak out of the portrait door before he could stumble across Ginny when someone grabbed his arm. He jumped in surprise and to his relief saw Hermione. His relief was short-lived however when he realised that that table he was being dragged to had Ginny sitting at it. Oh god, had she told them? What would they think of him? Heather and Ron were at the table too, which only added to his panic. Ginny only half avoided eye contact and even gave him a slight smile when he sat down. He tried to return it but wasn’t sure how well it turned out as she looked away again immediately.
“She’s cured.” Hermione beamed sounding triumphant, which mirrored the expression on Heather’s face.
“She’s fine and dandy. Mood’s gone and everything. Just look at that pretty smile.” Added Heather and Harry felt butterflies in his stomach as her ‘pretty smile’ pulled a few heartstrings. Harry swallowed hard.
“Good. Glad to hear it. So we know the pendant works anyway.” He said, noticing that the pendant had been placed in the centre of the table.
“Yes, but you haven’t heard all of the story.” Began Ron. “Ginny can remember.”
Harry was quite sure his heart stopped.
“You remember?” he asked hoarsely and she nodded awkwardly. “You remember everything? The arguments and…everything?” she nodded again and looked away. Hermione looked suspiciously at them.
“She’s the only one so far who’s been cured and can remember.” Heather added and Harry noticed Ginny look at the table with what appeared to him as nervousness.
“Er, Ginny, when did you begin feeling normal?” she avoided his eyes and shrugged.
“I guess I felt different last night. Kind of like a veil lifting.”
“So when you woke up this morning…you could remember everything?” he distinctly saw her swallow.
“Yes.”
Harry felt sick. He suddenly realised that when they’d been together that morning, she had full memory of all the arguments they’d had during the week. Ones even Harry didn’t have memory of. He felt weird. He couldn’t take it in, or organise the information so he could understand it.
“Sorry I yelled at you.” She said nervously. He looked at her and everything melted away. She’d stayed by his side, even in the knowledge of all that had happened in the past week.
“Me too.” He said smiling gently. She smiled back.
“Yeah, but neither of you meant it, did you? You were under some kind of curse. We all were.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Harry smiled, feeling better at Ron’s words. Ginny however didn’t look so cheery. She looked away from Harry, studying the tabletop once more. He had to speak to her alone. He had some questions. But they’d have to wait.
“So what now?” Ginny asked and Harry got the feeling she was changing the subject. We can’t get loads of people to wear the pendant. We have to find out what’s going on, because if we don’t, not only will the new team members never be picked, but the team won’t exist at all.” She nodded to the doorway and everyone turned to see Angelina deliberately push past Alicia on the way out. Harry shook his head angrily.
“Well we have to do something. Like Ginny says, if we don’t cure everyone soon, there won’t be a team left at all.”
The rest of Sunday was fairly uneventful. They finally managed to drag Fred and George out of one of their secret discussions with Lee and managed to tell them the whole story. The normally passive and carefree twins were outraged. Harry suspected correctly that the reason for their reaction was because the matter directly affected Quidditch, and more importantly, their team. Agreeing to be on the look out for clues (i.e. spying on every available Slytherin) they went about their own business leaving Hermione and Heather in the library looking up curses to make people change temperament, in particular to make them irritable or just not very nice.
Harry and Ron walked around the grounds for a bit, which gave them chance for a chat. Needless to mention, Quidditch was the subject.
“So…honestly, how was I?” Harry was caught out. He knew he’d have to answer these questions once the trials were over. He’d been so caught up in the current events and of course, Ginny to plan any answers. Instead, Harry chose honesty, which he’d come to learn, was always the best way to go.
“You did good.” He said sincerely. Ron nodded and they were both silent for a while.
“Heather was better, though. Wasn’t she?” Harry had been expecting this too. He didn’t know how to answer. He knew Ron was right. “It’s ok. You don’t need to say anything. I know she was.”
“Yeah, maybe, but…she wasn’t under some weird mood-altering curse was she? Under the circumstances you were brilliant.” Harry protested, hating to see his friend as defeatist as this. Ron was usually pretty quick to push blame away and defend himself.
“Yeah. Why is that?” asked Ron, and Harry suddenly realised that it hadn’t occurred to him. Why wasn’t she affected by whatever it was that had gone around the Quidditch players? He frowned.
“I have absobloodywell no idea.” Harry answered and Ron burst into laughter at Harry’s strange mix of words.
“I reckon she did it.” Ron suddenly said and Harry looked up at him in surprise.
“The curse?” he asked. Ron nodded. They stopped and leant against one of the perimeter walls by the edge of the forest.
“Well think about it. She’s up against some bloody good players and desperately wants to be on the team. Have you noticed her with any other people besides us? She doesn’t seem to have many friends. She’s the only person in the trials or team who wasn’t affected by the curse. Maybe she wanted to take us out of the running. Now she’s pretending to help us so that she can throw us off the scent.” He stopped and looked thoughtfully into the trees. Harry had a mild grin on his face. He knew Ron too well.
“And you truly believe that, do you?” he asked. Ron turned and grinned.
“Nah.” They both burst into laughter scattering some birds from the closest trees. A large animal was also heard darting through the bushes and undergrowth getting as far away from the horrible noise the ghastly humans were making as it could.
“Nah, she’s great. I’m just jealous.” Harry grinned at his friend. A few years ago Ron would never have admitted to such a thing.
“Hermione likes her.” Harry added and Ron nodded again.
“Yes, they get on extremely well, which can only be a good sign.” Harry thought Ron had a point there. Hermione was an extremely suspicious person and if she thought Heather was ok, then she probably was.
He never got to talk to Ginny despite his deliberately hanging around the common room waiting for an opportune moment when she was alone. This never happened. Ginny seemed to be doing a very good job of keeping her friends around her.
That night he wrote in both halves of his diary. He added sections to the back covering the strange behaviour of the Quidditch players and what he and his friends had concluded on the matter. In the front he wrote something a little more personal. With a heavy heart he wrote about how he’d managed to well and truly stuff up things with Ginny.
However the next morning something happened to take his mind almost completely off what had been happening over the past week.
It started off pretty normal. Everyone got up and went down to breakfast grumpy and sleepy same as they did every Monday morning. Harry was a little later than usual due to the fact that he had stayed up quite late writing in his diary. The Gryffindor students were still on edge, but Harry was beginning to get used to it. It wasn’t until he sat down helping himself to sausages when he noticed the entire room was gossiping and whispering and he realised that something was up.
He looked up at Hermione and Ron who both looked pale and in shock. He raised his eyebrows and waved his fork at them.
“Er, guys, did I miss something?” All the answer he received was a nod. He frowned.
“Well, would someone please tell me what is it?” With a shaky hand Hermione pointed across the room. Harry turned and followed the path of her finger. At first he couldn’t see what she was trying to point out. Two seconds later his entire plate, sausages, knife, fork and all clattered to the stone floor. Sitting in his usual place surrounded by goons and looking a little paler than usual sat Draco Malfoy.
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