Author’s Note: This chapter is from Ginny’s POV. It’s the
first time I write from Ginny’s perspective, so try and don’t be too harsh on
you reviews. I tried my best! I hope you like it. Thanks again Elanor, because
you keep giving me lots of help, and I really appreciate that. Thanks to all of
those who have reviewed so far. Keep those reviews coming! It’s good to know
what people think about your work.
BOYS AND GIRLS
Photographs and Feelings
It was a good thing to watch. Ron and Hermione hugging
each other. Ginny had never seen such thing before. She stared at them
delightedly while she heard Fred and George whispering excitedly.
She looked around her, and spotted Harry. He was
looking strangely at her. She locked her eyes onto his
green pair, and smiled.
He smiled back. But, wait. Was Harry going pink?
That was something new too, she thought as she fixed
her eyes back on her brother, grinning to herself. Harry going red because of
It had been weird to get used to the fact that Harry
actually seemed to like her. She had had all night to think about that, since
she had heard what Ron said, only yesterday. And she liked the idea. The boy
who lived. She wondered vaguely if Harry would ever ask her out. The
girl of the boy who lived. She certainly liked the idea.
Now Ron and Hermione’s hug was over, and Ron had gone
awfully red. Could he be any more obvious?
Hermione approached her and smiled. “Hi, Gin.” She
hugged her too, and Ginny was glad to know that the hug she had just given to
Ron was way longer.
After the whole greeting session was over, Mrs.
Weasley commanded Ron to carry Hermione’s truck upstairs and into Ginny’s room.
Hermione took some plastic bag with what seemed to be photographs in it, and
Ron, with Harry’s help, did as he had been told.
Ginny and Hermione sat down on the living room, and
Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Ginny’s parents went to have a chat in the kitchen.
Soon, Ron and Harry were downstairs
again, and sitting next to them.
“It’s so good to be here, really.” It seemed though
Hermione couldn’t help smiling.
They all nodded in agreement and Hermione spoke again,
in quite high tone. “Oh!” she said, grabbing the plastic bag and taking some
photographs out. “I wanted to show you this.”
Ginny, who was the one closest
to Hermione, took a look at the first one and managed, just in time, to
strangle a squeak coming from her mouth.
There was Viktor Krum, waving at her, with his arm
over Hermione’s shoulder, who seemed a bit embarrassed and was looking at him
with quizzical eyes.
This could ruin everything. In fact, this would ruin
Ginny tried to tell Hermione about it by giving her a
meaningful look, but Hermione didn’t pay any attention to her.
The Hermione in the picture surely realized she was in
danger, because she kept trying to push Krum out of the picture, but Krum was
way stronger, and before Ginny could stop it, Ron had taken a look at it and
was staring at Hermione wide eyed.
Ginny looked from one to the other, fearing to be
between them. Her life could be in danger right now.
“You…” Ron said, pointing at the picture, and clearly
trying his best to look calm. “You… so, you went to Bulgaria, huh?” he managed
in a muffled voice.
Hermione nodded. “I thought I had told you. I wrote to
you and told you.”
“Not that I know of.” Ron was going red again.
“But I told someone about it,” Hermione said,
“That would be me…” Harry raised his hand slightly,
and they all turned to look at him.
“And me,” Ginny said shyly.
Ron took a deep
breath. “Oh, then go ahead, Hermione. Tell everyone but me.” He was fuming now.
Hermione shrank into her seat. “No, Ron, honestly, I
swear I thought…”
“Go on, have **have** you
written to Aidan Lynch yet? I could help you do that!” He half-yelled, and
Hermione gave him a stern look.
“And besides, what do you mind!” she replied, standing
up, “I thought I had made it perfectly clear I was going because of Bulgaria,
not because of Viktor!”
Here they go again.
“What’s that suppose to mean?!”
“Oh, please, don’t even start, Ronald Weasley!” The
voice had come from somewhere near the kitchen.
They turned to look and found Mrs. Weasley staring
back at them.
“Mum!” replied Ron.
Ginny turned to look at her exasperated brother, and
almost screamed in shock as she realized he was looking horrible. The red shirt
matched horribly with his red, blushing self, his freckles and his flaming red hair. Poor him. She should’ve
known he was going to blush. If she had been a little more thoughtful, she
would’ve picked a blue shirt. Blue matched beige
perfectly fine as well.
Harry looked like he was about to laugh at how Ron
Mrs. Weasley was giving Ron an angry and dangerous
look, and Ron looked at Hermione, his expression softening.
“It’s okay, I don’t care if you went to Bulgaria. I
mean it. Just tell me next time, please?”
Hermione looked scandalized. But slowly, very slowly,
Suddenly, Ginny could breathe again. So Ron almost
blew it. Hermione almost blew it. But they were fine now, that was all that
mattered. Now she could go back to thinking about Harry.
Mrs. Weasley disappeared into the kitchen again,
There was a tense uncomfortable silence, but Ginny
hardly noticed it. She was staring at Harry, and Harry… Harry was staring back.
She found herself wishing he wouldn’t stare at her so much. Oh, like you
don’t stare at him all the time!
She wished they were alone. She wished she had an
excuse to talk to him fluently, and discover more about him. Even if she
already knew all there was to know about Harry, it would be nice to hear it
from him, not from Ron, or from the newspapers. It would be nice to hear Harry
talking directly to her.
She felt the urge to kick both Ron and Hermione out of
the way and sit next to him, but realized that was stupid. She could simply
stand up, and walk a bit, and sit next to him, rest her head on his shoulder,
kiss him on the cheek, at least. Hug him. Everything has to start with a
hug after all. That was what her mother had told her last year. Don’t rush
things Ginny. A hug is a good thing to start with.
But she couldn’t do all those things. Just thinking
about it gave her chills. The thought of being so close to him. To feel his
arms around her. To feel him breathing on her neck.
She tried to stand up, but her legs weren’t obeying
After a while of trying hard, she managed to stand up,
but didn’t pluck up the courage to take the next step.
“I’ll be upstairs if you need me,” she said, and the
three of them nodded.
Was Ginny’s imagination or was Harry really… oh… he was
standing up too.
Ginny’s heart was pounding on her ribs, and her
stomach gave a funny lurch.
And to her horror and delight, Harry pronounced the
most beautiful words she had ever heard, “I’ll join you.”
She gulped and looked at him, amazed.
Hermione and Ron looked at them, Ron grinning
suspiciously. But Ginny didn’t care. She was going to be upstairs, with him.
With famous and gorgeous Harry Potter. She
wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Her whole body had frozen, even her
insides, she couldn’t move or speak. But she
could smile, and Harry surely took it as an ‘Okay’, because he walked up to
where she was and nudged her to follow.
Move, you idiot, move!
Finally, her legs responded, and she walked upstairs,
side by side with Harry.
To be continued…
Want to know what happens
next? Well, you’ll be glad to know that next chapter is from Harry’s POV.