Emerald to Honey to Silver
Harry slowly walked down the long corridor of the train. Ginny was no doubt sitting in a compartment at the other end. This suited him just fine, he needed time to think about how he would break the news to her. Harry had seen Ron on the receiving end of the baby Weasley’s wrath several times before, and it wasn’t something he was looking forward to seeing again – especially if it was directed at him.
Several moments later, Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard shrill screeching coming from one of the compartments. Harry quickly took in his surroundings. Only four compartments separated him from the end of the train. Moving forward quietly, Harry discovered Pansy Parkinson yelling at someone in the compartment second from the end. “…hell is wrong with you?! You’ve been avoiding me since we got back! I should just go get that Weasley girl to…”
Parkinson had not yet noticed him lurking outside the door. Harry was about to turn around and find a compartment to escape into, when he realized that Parkinson had just referred to Ginny. All of a sudden, he saw a flash of red a few feet in front of him. Ginny was in the compartment two doors down from the one Pansy was yelling into.
“…do another bat-bogey hex on you.”
Harry walked right past a huffing Pansy, and into Ginny’s compartment. As he closed the door, he realized that Parkinson must have been yelling at Malfoy; he grinned at the thought. If anyone deserved to be yelled at, it was Malfoy. His grin ceased immediately, however, when he looked up into the surprised eyes of Ginny Weasley.
“Can I help you, Harry?” The baby Weasley broke the silence.
Harry suddenly felt his throat grow dry and his palms start to sweat. Only this time, it wasn’t because he was afraid of getting a dosage of the Weasley wrath. Harry hadn’t really looked at Ginny the entire year. Sure, he saw her in the Great Hall, and the Quidditch Pitch and the common room, but he never looked at her. The most recent image of her that he held was when they were in the Forbidden Forest near the end of his fifth year. She sure had grown a lot over the span of a year. She wasn’t short like her mother, but wasn’t lanky like her brothers either. She looked like she could fit right under his chin. Even though she was sitting down, Harry still noticed her amazing curves. Most of her freckles had faded, and the ones that were left resembled stardust. Her hair wasn’t the orange color of her brothers, but sort of a surreal blood red. It was no longer straight and shoulder length like it used to be. It was now long, semi-sleek, and looked silky soft, ending in soft ringlets at the ends. This was who he thought of as a ‘baby-sister’? What the hell was he thinking?
Almost instantly, Harry realized that finding out what was going on with Ginny might not so bad after all, especially if it was ‘boy troubles.’ It had become crystal-clear to Harry that though he wasn’t Ginny’s brother, he still wanted to protect her. Sure, nothing bad had happened so far, mostly just Ginny entering the common room much too late every night. But her excuses of ‘I’ve been studying…I’ve been tutoring…I just went on a kitchen run…’ were becoming unconvincing.
When they finally locked eyes, Harry noticed Ginny’s momentarily widen in shock. They just stood in the compartment and stared at each other for a long time. Harry was in complete disbelief that he had been so blind for the past year. He was certainly enjoying the view now… There was something in Ginny’s eyes though that Harry couldn’t quite recognize, it was almost as though she was searching for something. It certainly wasn’t the lovesick look he was used to. She finally tore her dark yet bright honey eyes from his emerald green ones, only to meet molten silver ones.
Harry followed Ginny’s gaze and saw that ferret boy Malfoy was standing right outside the compartment, and for once, he didn’t have his cronies flanking his sides. Harry noticed the way Malfoy was staring at Ginny, and he didn’t like it – he didn’t like it one bit.
“Can we help you, Malfoy?” Harry asked coldly.
Malfoy just continued to stare at Ginny with an expressionless mask. What the hell was going on? Harry thought furiously. All of a sudden, he saw Malfoy’s eyes flash in fury. Harry concluded that Malfoy was just looking to get into another argument with Harry as he always did. He didn’t even realize that the fury could be directed at Ginny. All of a sudden, he remembered what Ginny had done to Malfoy at the end of fifth year and he froze in anger. Everyone knew about the bat-bogey hex. Ginny had gained the respect of almost everyone in the school in that one moment. The hex was also the source of many of the insults that were thrown Malfoy’s way. If Malfoy wanted to get some sort of revenge on Ginny, he would have to go through Harry first.
Malfoy finally broke the silence. “Well, what do we have here?” Harry noticed he never broke eye contact with Ginny while he spoke. “Looks like Weaslette’s drooling has finally paid off. Just yesterday I remember reading that Valentine to a retreating Potter, and now I find the two of you together alone in a compartment at the back of the train…” His brows lifted as he trailed off. “I wonder what your brothers would say. Tsk, tsk.”
Ginny didn’t say anything. She only stared right back at Malfoy with an expressionless mask of her own. Harry couldn’t help but notice the similarities between Malfoy’s and Ginny’s faces in that moment. Where in hell did she learn how to do that?
“If you hadn’t noticed, Malfoy, Ginny and I were in the middle of a conversation.”
“Apparently.” Malfoy finally broke his eye contact with Ginny.
Harry thought he saw flames rise in Ginny’s eyes. “I think you should leave, Malfoy. You aren’t welcome here.” Malfoy turned to her in surprise. He was expecting a retort, but not that kind of retort.
Malfoy said nothing. He only nodded and backed out of the compartment, keeping his eyes on Ginny the entire time.
When Malfoy left and the door slid shut, Harry turned to Ginny. “Well that was much more awkward than usual, wasn’t it?”
Ginny only nodded. Harry remembered why he was there.
He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, “Ginny, the reason why…” He stopped when he looked up. To his surprise, Harry felt himself getting tongue-tied. Just as he had when he had tried to talk to Cho – when he still ‘liked’ her, that is.
“Yes, Harry?” Ginny urged.
“I…You…Hermione wanted me to tell you that you’re staying with her for the summer. Your mum has already approved and everything.” Harry was speaking so fast, his words seemed to be tripping over one other.
Harry began to back away, as he was once again acquainted with the flames that hid in Ginny’s eyes.
“What? Why? Why didn’t anyone ask me? Why didn’t Hermione tell me herself?”
“I’m just a messenger, Gin. If you wanna blow a gasket, Hermione and Ron are at the other end of the train.”
With that said Ginny rose from her seat and stalked out of the compartment. Harry couldn’t help but notice how Ginny’s hips swayed as she did so.
Harry slowly walked down the long corridor of the train. Ginny was no doubt sitting in a compartment at the other end. This suited him just fine, he needed time to think about how he would break the news to her. Harry had seen Ron on the receiving end of the baby Weasley’s wrath several times before, and it wasn’t something he was looking forward to seeing again – especially if it was directed at him.
Several moments later, Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard shrill screeching coming from one of the compartments. Harry quickly took in his surroundings. Only four compartments separated him from the end of the train. Moving forward quietly, Harry discovered Pansy Parkinson yelling at someone in the compartment second from the end. “…hell is wrong with you?! You’ve been avoiding me since we got back! I should just go get that Weasley girl to…”
Parkinson had not yet noticed him lurking outside the door. Harry was about to turn around and find a compartment to escape into, when he realized that Parkinson had just referred to Ginny. All of a sudden, he saw a flash of red a few feet in front of him. Ginny was in the compartment two doors down from the one Pansy was yelling into.
“…do another bat-bogey hex on you.”
Harry walked right past a huffing Pansy, and into Ginny’s compartment. As he closed the door, he realized that Parkinson must have been yelling at Malfoy; he grinned at the thought. If anyone deserved to be yelled at, it was Malfoy. His grin ceased immediately, however, when he looked up into the surprised eyes of Ginny Weasley.
“Can I help you, Harry?” The baby Weasley broke the silence.
Harry suddenly felt his throat grow dry and his palms start to sweat. Only this time, it wasn’t because he was afraid of getting a dosage of the Weasley wrath. Harry hadn’t really looked at Ginny the entire year. Sure, he saw her in the Great Hall, and the Quidditch Pitch and the common room, but he never looked at her. The most recent image of her that he held was when they were in the Forbidden Forest near the end of his fifth year. She sure had grown a lot over the span of a year. She wasn’t short like her mother, but wasn’t lanky like her brothers either. She looked like she could fit right under his chin. Even though she was sitting down, Harry still noticed her amazing curves. Most of her freckles had faded, and the ones that were left resembled stardust. Her hair wasn’t the orange color of her brothers, but sort of a surreal blood red. It was no longer straight and shoulder length like it used to be. It was now long, semi-sleek, and looked silky soft, ending in soft ringlets at the ends. This was who he thought of as a ‘baby-sister’? What the hell was he thinking?
Almost instantly, Harry realized that finding out what was going on with Ginny might not so bad after all, especially if it was ‘boy troubles.’ It had become crystal-clear to Harry that though he wasn’t Ginny’s brother, he still wanted to protect her. Sure, nothing bad had happened so far, mostly just Ginny entering the common room much too late every night. But her excuses of ‘I’ve been studying…I’ve been tutoring…I just went on a kitchen run…’ were becoming unconvincing.
When they finally locked eyes, Harry noticed Ginny’s momentarily widen in shock. They just stood in the compartment and stared at each other for a long time. Harry was in complete disbelief that he had been so blind for the past year. He was certainly enjoying the view now… There was something in Ginny’s eyes though that Harry couldn’t quite recognize, it was almost as though she was searching for something. It certainly wasn’t the lovesick look he was used to. She finally tore her dark yet bright honey eyes from his emerald green ones, only to meet molten silver ones.
Harry followed Ginny’s gaze and saw that ferret boy Malfoy was standing right outside the compartment, and for once, he didn’t have his cronies flanking his sides. Harry noticed the way Malfoy was staring at Ginny, and he didn’t like it – he didn’t like it one bit.
“Can we help you, Malfoy?” Harry asked coldly.
Malfoy just continued to stare at Ginny with an expressionless mask. What the hell was going on? Harry thought furiously. All of a sudden, he saw Malfoy’s eyes flash in fury. Harry concluded that Malfoy was just looking to get into another argument with Harry as he always did. He didn’t even realize that the fury could be directed at Ginny. All of a sudden, he remembered what Ginny had done to Malfoy at the end of fifth year and he froze in anger. Everyone knew about the bat-bogey hex. Ginny had gained the respect of almost everyone in the school in that one moment. The hex was also the source of many of the insults that were thrown Malfoy’s way. If Malfoy wanted to get some sort of revenge on Ginny, he would have to go through Harry first.
Malfoy finally broke the silence. “Well, what do we have here?” Harry noticed he never broke eye contact with Ginny while he spoke. “Looks like Weaslette’s drooling has finally paid off. Just yesterday I remember reading that Valentine to a retreating Potter, and now I find the two of you together alone in a compartment at the back of the train…” His brows lifted as he trailed off. “I wonder what your brothers would say. Tsk, tsk.”
Ginny didn’t say anything. She only stared right back at Malfoy with an expressionless mask of her own. Harry couldn’t help but notice the similarities between Malfoy’s and Ginny’s faces in that moment. Where in hell did she learn how to do that?
“If you hadn’t noticed, Malfoy, Ginny and I were in the middle of a conversation.”
“Apparently.” Malfoy finally broke his eye contact with Ginny.
Harry thought he saw flames rise in Ginny’s eyes. “I think you should leave, Malfoy. You aren’t welcome here.” Malfoy turned to her in surprise. He was expecting a retort, but not that kind of retort.
Malfoy said nothing. He only nodded and backed out of the compartment, keeping his eyes on Ginny the entire time.
When Malfoy left and the door slid shut, Harry turned to Ginny. “Well that was much more awkward than usual, wasn’t it?”
Ginny only nodded. Harry remembered why he was there.
He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, “Ginny, the reason why…” He stopped when he looked up. To his surprise, Harry felt himself getting tongue-tied. Just as he had when he had tried to talk to Cho – when he still ‘liked’ her, that is.
“Yes, Harry?” Ginny urged.
“I…You…Hermione wanted me to tell you that you’re staying with her for the summer. Your mum has already approved and everything.” Harry was speaking so fast, his words seemed to be tripping over one other.
Harry began to back away, as he was once again acquainted with the flames that hid in Ginny’s eyes.
“What? Why? Why didn’t anyone ask me? Why didn’t Hermione tell me herself?”
“I’m just a messenger, Gin. If you wanna blow a gasket, Hermione and Ron are at the other end of the train.”
With that said Ginny rose from her seat and stalked out of the compartment. Harry couldn’t help but notice how Ginny’s hips swayed as she did so.
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