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Author: Aeterna  Story: Bridge Over Troubled Water  Chapter: Default
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~Bridge Over Troubled Water~

A/N: I, like every other H/G shipper in the world, just about fainted with joy when I read this passage in the book. Finally! Some real H/G interaction! Oh, I'm so happy I could write a fic! Wait a minute ... I did!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the dialogue in this fic except for the conversation between Hermione and Ginny in the beginning and the last two lines between Harry and Ginny at the end. I also don't own any of the characters, or even this scene. Goodness, I donít own much, do I?


Ginny's eyes swept almost unseeingly over the box she held in her hands. It was wrapped in a very haphazard manner -- unusual for her mother's immaculate gift boxes -- but Ginny had a feeling she knew why it was so messy. A note was scrawled onto the wrapping: INSPECTED AND PASSED BY THE HOGWARTS HIGH INQUISITOR. Umbridge.

The fact was that Ginny didn't care much. Normally, she'd have glared at the package as if it were Umbridge herself, muttering several creative (and not quite appropriate) words under her breath, but a recent conversation with Hermione preoccupied her at the moment.

"Harry's not himself lately," Hermione had said thoughtfully.

"And this is different than normal?" Ginny joked.

"You know what I mean," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "He's miserable ... worse than usual. He said it was because he had a row with Cho, but that was almost a week ago now...."

"So you don't think it's Cho?" Ginny asked, making sure that her tone was very even ... merely curious.

"I don't know," Hermione frowned. "You know how he is. He doesn't tell anyone anything."

"Yeah, thatís for sure," Ginny agreed, sighing.

When you're weary,
Feeling small,


Ginny was over Harry. She knew that for sure, but that didn't stop her from caring. She'd taken half the Quidditch practice to think of what to do to help Harry out, but then Angelina yelled at her for not paying attention (she missed the snitch three times). Fortunately, practice had ended early. Jack Sloper (that idiot of a beater) had hit himself with his own bat.

When she got back to the common room and found a nice cushy place by the fire, her answer dropped into her lap (literally) in the form of the package that she was so interested in.

She traced her finger across the address thoughtfully. "To Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione with love from Mum and Dad." Hermione had already come by for her egg (which, thankfully, was a decent size this year), the twins were off somewhere doing God knows what, and Ron was busy taking Jack Sloper to the hospital wing. That left just one person other than herself....

She knew what she had to do. Now, if only she could find Harry. She stood up and made her way out of the common room.

She decided to go to the library. If nothing else, it was a nice quiet place to think, and Harry seemed to like nice quiet places to think. With this in mind, Ginny easily navigated the hallways until she arrived at the Library.

Much to Ginny's relief, Harry was there, sitting alone at one of the tables, not even bothering to read the book that sat open in front of him, and (as Hermione said) looking very miserable. Ginny made her way over to his table.

When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all.

"Hi Harry," she said tentatively.

He didn't respond. He was staring vacantly at one of the bookshelves.

"Harry, I'm talking to you, can you hear me?" Ginny asked, slightly peeved.

"Huh?" He snapped out of his reverie. He turned to look at her, his eyes unfocused. "Oh, hi," he said, pulling his books back toward him, obviously trying to hide the fact that he hadn't been reading. "How come you're not at practice?"

"It's over," said Ginny. "Ron had to take Jack Sloper up to the hospital wing." ... the idiot, she added in her mind.


"Well, we're not sure, but we think he knocked himself out with his own bat." She sighed heavily. "Anyway ... a package just arrived, it's only just got through Umbridge's new screening process...." Ginny picked up the box of chocolates and set it down on the table. Harry regarded it with curiosity, as if wondering what it might be. "It's Easter eggs from Mum," she explained, unwrapping the box and fishing out Harry's egg. "There's one for you.... There you go...."

She handed the egg to Harry, who took it and proceeded to stare at it. He looked very confused, almost sad. Of course, almost sad was an improvement from this past week's despondency. If it was indeed his relationship with Cho that caused all of this grief, she had to wonder why he put up with all of it. She gave an inward sigh. Why did he have to be so darn unreadable?

"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked.

I'm on your side,
Oh, when times get rough,

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said gruffly. He continued to stare at the egg.

Ginny wasn't about to believe that. "You seem really down lately," she persisted, but hesitated a moment before continuing. "You know, I'm sure if you just talked to Cho ..."

"It's not Cho I want to talk to," Harry cut her off.

"Who is it, then?" Ginny asked. She was glad to hear that it wasn't about Cho. She was rubbish at romantic advice.

And friends just canít be found.

Harry was looking around the library, making sure that no one was listening. "I want to talk to Sirius," he muttered. "But I know I can't."

So that was what this was all about. Ginny looked at Harry (who was now opening up his egg) and a surge of compassion welled up inside her. The poor boy hadn't had a chance to see his godfather in ages. She decided resolutely that if there was any way to help him, she'd do it.

Like a bridge over troubled water,

"Well," she said, taking advantage of the opened egg in front of her and helping herself to some, "if you really want to talk to Sirius, I expect we could think of a way to do it...."

"Come on," Harry said, frowning. "With Umbridge policing the fires and reading all our mail?"

Ginny smiled. "The thing about growing up with Fred and George," she said, "is that you sort of start thinking that anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

I will lay me down.

Now Harry was staring at her. It was a bit weird to have the guy she'd had a crush on (but got over) staring at her. Still, she wondered what he might be thinking....


Madam Pince's angry voice jolted Ginny out of her reverie. "Oh damn," she whispered, jumping to her feet. "I forgot --"

"Chocolate in the library!" she screamed. "Out -- out -- OUT!"

Madam Pince angrily enchanted Harry's things to chase the two of them out of the library, making sure the enchanted objects whacked both of them on the backs of their heads. When they finally stopped to catch a breath (and ducked to avoid the flying objects), Ginny couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"I'm sorry about that, Harry," she said, her voice still shaking with laughter.

"It's no problem," Harry said, picking up his things and flashing her a genuine smile, the kind of smile that she hadnít seen from him at all lately. "Thanks for the chocolate."

And with that, he went down the hallway toward Gryffindor tower looking much happier than before.

Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will lay me down.



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