Helpless (A H/G fic) - FINISHED!

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Mon Nov 25, 2002 8:21 pm

Chapter Nine The next day, when Harry looked back on it, ended up being one of those days he wished he had never even bothered climbing out of bed for. It all started innocently enough. Pigwidgeon was making tiny screech-like noises near Ron’s four-poster and the sound awakened Harry. He reached through the curtains, over to his nightstand, to retrieve his glasses when things took a turn for the worse. He heard Neville, talking quietly to Seamus Finnegan across the room. “I’m going to ask her today,” said Neville in an undertone. “When I have a break, after Divination.” “Isn’t it a wee bit early?” asked Seamus. “It’s over a month away.” “Well, I want to make sure no one else has the chance to ask her first,” said Neville. “She said yes to you last year, didn’t she? Take it easy, mate. She’ll say yes to you again.” “Easy for you to say,” whispered Neville in an anxious voice. Harry heard Dean Thomas’ voice join in the conversation. “You going to ask Lavender again this year, Seamus?” Harry had heard enough. He pushed the curtains of his four-poster aside and quickly got dressed. He noticed Ron had already gone down and when he went to leave the dormitory, he barely muttered a “Hello” to Neville and the others as they said, “Good morning, Harry” to him. As he headed down the staircase to the common room, he could hear Dean Thomas’ voice trailing behind him. “What’s got his feathers ruffled?” ***** Harry had never stopped to think that the Yule Ball was fast approaching. And it wasn’t as if it were the big deal it had been a year ago, either. There was no tournament this year – Dumbledore had only agreed to have the ball again because of its overall popularity with the students. He figured the festive event would keep the students’ spirits up. No such luck with Harry. Last year, he had been one of the Triwizard Champions – he not only had to attend the ball, but also find a date. This year he didn’t necessarily have to worry about having a date – he could go stag, if he so desired. Hell, he could not go at all. But, hearing his dorm mates talking about the Yule Ball had stirred a surprising amount of interest in Harry – and what interested him the most – or rather concerned him the most – was Neville’s plan to ask Ginny. He spent all of breakfast mulling over whether or not he should take action. He looked down the table at Ginny, who appeared bored out of her wits listening to Claire Hodgkin blathering on, then over to Neville, who was whispering something to Seamus and Dean. He’s no doubt strategizing how to make his move, thought Harry. I have until after Divination to make my move – but what kind of move am I going to make? Harry began to feel downright ill. He pushed his porridge bowl aside, prompting Hermione to make an inquiry. “You all right, Harry?” she asked with a fretful expression on her face. “You haven’t seemed yourself lately.” “I’m fine, Hermione,” said Harry irritably. “Quit making a fuss.” Harry gulped down a bit of his pumpkin juice and looked back down the table at Ginny. He was quite unclear exactly what his feelings for her were. All he knew was that his gut wrenched every time he thought of her spending time with Neville. But, why should I feel that way? he thought. Neville’s a decent chap. He’s got good intentions and he seems to have genuine feelings for her and all. He’s all right for her – I should be happy for them both … But, he wasn’t happy at all. No, Harry was not going to be able to kid himself that what he was feeling was some sort of brotherly protectiveness for Ginny. Someone with brotherly intentions wouldn’t heat up like a furnace every time he came near the girl he thought of like a sister. Harry looked over at Ron, who was chewing a piece of bacon and listening to Hermione chatter. He would probably want to throttle Harry to death if he knew what kind of reaction Harry was having around his baby sister of late. Guess I won’t be able to go to Ron for advice on this one, he thought gloomily. ***** All through Divination, Harry sat anxiously, as if he were awaiting the arrival of Doomsday. At the end of class, Professor Trelawney made a misty-voiced announcement. “Before I dismiss you, I’d like for you all to do a tealeaf reading.” She waved her hands at them and said, “Go on, then! Bottoms up! Drink your tea!” Harry swallowed the contents of his teacup in three gulps, and then set it down on the table in front of him. “Potter,” said Professor Trelawney faintly. “Have you read your cup?” “Er … yes,” he lied. “There’s a … erm … a horse. I’d better be careful to avoid them to prevent any riding accidents.” Ron, who was seated on a pouf next to Harry, snickered loudly. “Let me see your cup, dear,” said Trelawney importantly. She turned Harry’s teacup around, examined it and began to shake her head. “I’m sorry to inform you that misfortune is your lot today, Mr. Potter.” “Oh, what’s new?” grumbled Ron, so only Harry could hear him. “What kind of misfortune?” inquired Harry, ignoring Ron’s comment. Ron shot him a quizzical look and Professor Trelawney beamed at Harry’s newfound interest in, what she called, the mysteries of the future. “It’s unclear exactly what,” she answered Harry in a grave tone. “Big surprise,” muttered Ron. Harry was about to tell him to shut up – the anxiety of the day was wearing thin on him – but he didn’t particularly need Professor Trelawney to tell him anymore. He knew exactly what bad luck was waiting for him in the mysterious future. ***** I’ve got to do something, thought Harry as he hastily left Professor Trelawney’s classroom to follow Neville. “Wait up!” gasped Ron, trying to keep up with Harry’s pace. “Where’s the fire?” “I just need to get back to the common room” Harry called back to him quickly, nearly knocking a third year Hufflepuff boy off his feet as he did. He muttered a rushed “pardon me” and continued on. “What for?” shouted Ron, who was lagging quite a bit behind him. “What’s so bloody important in the common room that we need to run there like it’s a bloody race?” Harry didn’t answer him. He couldn’t think clearly enough to make up a decent excuse. He was still – rather unsuccessfully – trying to come up with a way to stop Neville from asking Ginny to the Yule Ball. “Pixie dust,” said Harry impatiently to the Fat Lady. Neville had apparently gotten there with enough time for the portrait hole to close back up – perhaps then he had enough time to begin to ask Ginny. Harry’s palms began to sweat as the Fat Lady swung her portrait aside. Ron caught up, but Harry plunged on through without so much as giving him a backward glance. I’m too late, thought Harry as he entered the common room and saw Neville standing near Ginny and some of the other Gryffindor fourth years. Think! he told himself urgently. Do something – anything – but quick! But, Harry didn’t know exactly what to do, so he did the first, rash thing that came to mind. He bounded clumsily across the room towards the group of them. He nearly toppled over Lewis Grimes as he approached them. “Hiya, Harry,” said Colin Creevey brightly. “What’s the problem?” “Ginny,” Harry said breathlessly. “I need to speak to Ginny.” Ginny looked at him perplexedly. “It’s really important,” he added. He almost tacked on “Sorry, Neville,” but thought that would have been going a bit too far. “All right, Harry,” said Ginny. She followed him to an unoccupied corner of the common room. “What is it? Is it about the you-know-what practice? Neville was about to ask me something …” “Er …” said Harry dully. Now that he had successfully gotten Ginny away from Neville, he was at a loss for what he should do next. And to compound the problem, Harry realized they were no longer alone in the corner. Ron had joined them and was standing, arms folded, and looking quite cross. “What’s going on here?” Ron asked impatiently. “Harry was just about to tell me – weren’t you, Harry?” said Ginny. “Er …” repeated Harry bleakly. “I was just about to tell her something …” He was hoping something brilliant would fall out of the sky to save his neck. “Something about the … the you-know-what we’ve been working on.” This seemed to satisfy Ron. He knew “what” Harry was referring to and was content to leave them to discuss, though he did mutter, “Could have said so earlier,” as he walked off. Ginny, on the other hand, was still looking puzzled. “So, what about the you-know-what?” she asked curiously. “Er …” Harry was feeling less than graceful at communication at that present moment. “That’s … not exactly … why I called you over here.” His ears were heating up again. “I called you over so …” He paused. “Yes?” Ginny asked. “So you wouldn’t make a mistake,” he blurted out. “A mistake?” she asked, the utter confusion apparent in her voice. “A mistake about what?” “About what Neville was going to ask you,” said Harry, glancing over at Neville, who was resting his elbow on the chessboard. Harry was guiltily hoping Neville had lost his nerve. “How do you know what Neville was going to ask me?” Ginny raised an eyebrow at him and for a split second, Harry felt like Molly Weasley was staring him down instead of her daughter. Harry swallowed hard. She had him now. He had painted himself into the proverbial corner. “I … I … I,” Harry stammered. “I know he was going to ask you to the Yule Ball and I had to stop you from making a huge mistake by accepting him.” The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “And why – do tell – would accepting Neville’s offer to go to the ball be a huge mistake?” Her eyebrow was still raised. If only she would put that eyebrow down, maybe I could say something that would make some sense, he thought desperately. But, the only things Harry could utter were an endless string of “ers” and “erms.” Ginny looked like a teakettle, ready to steam. “Harry, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t accept Neville’s offer, should he ask?” Harry wanted to speak. He really did, but it was as if his mind had been temporarily taken over by the mind of a common garden slug. “Can’t you give me a reason?” said Ginny angrily. Harry couldn’t say a word. His mouth had become paralyzed. “Fine then!” spat Ginny. She stormed out of the common room and out the portrait hole, letting it slam so hard behind her, some of the tapestries on the wall waved vigorously from the force. Neville and the group of fourth years shot Harry a questioning look. Ron walked over to him and gave him a knowing look. “That was not about the you-know-what. Care to fill me in?” “No,” said Harry flatly. “I really don’t.” Ron stared at him, baffled, and Harry trudged up the staircase to his dormitory. He flung himself on his mattress and drew the curtains around the four-poster. He was willing to skip dinner and go straight to sleep. He was more than ready for his day from hell to end. ********************************************** Chapter Ten The next day, Harry gave serious consideration to wearing his invisibility cloak all day long. Ron had been acting tetchily around him all day. Harry had refused to tell Ron what the spat between he and Ginny was all about. Hermione was itching to find out, too, but Harry had taken to telling her to mind her own business every time she opened her mouth around him by the time dinner had rolled around that evening. That’s when Harry had spotted Ginny for the first time that day. He knew he’d have to bite the bullet and talk to her. He’d managed to find a boggart earlier that day and needed to ask her when a convenient time would be for them to practice her Patronus. He could just hear her response now, “When they’re ice fishing in hell, that’s when!” He watched Colin and Claire tell Ginny goodbye. Now’s my chance, thought Harry. Ginny was sitting alone. Harry ignored whatever Ron had said as Harry got up from his place at the table and moved to sit next to Ginny. Ginny didn’t looked up from her Yorkshire pudding as Harry plopped down beside her. Harry gave her a sheepish look as he started to say, “I was wondering if you’re ready to move onto the next level with the Patronus.” He said the last word in a whisper. Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet were sitting nearby, talking to Fred and George Weasley. Ginny put her spoon down on her napkin and turned to Harry. Her face was almost stiff. “Just so long as you promise not to inflict anymore dating advice on me.” Harry gulped. He wanted desperately to ask her whether or not that meant she had accepted Neville’s invitation or not, but he valued his head too much to make that comment sitting so close to Ginny’s wand hand. “I promise,” said Harry awkwardly. “Are you busy now? We could go to the empty classroom – I’ve put our makeshift Dementor in there.” Some of the color drained from Ginny’s face, but she nodded. “All right, then. I have some Transfiguration homework, but it can wait.” ***** As they walked along the corridor, Ginny’s mind reeled. Just when she thought she had Harry Potter all figured out. He’s a complete mystery to me, that one, she thought as they walked together towards the empty classroom. Secretly, she couldn’t help but be a little pleased with him, even if that pleasure was laced with loads of annoyance. He had tried to stop her from going to the ball with Neville – that could only mean one thing. He wanted to go with her. But, why – if that were the case – didn’t he just say that? Boys are total, raving idiots. Amid her thoughts, a soft voice broke through. “Oh … hello, Harry.” Great, bleeding horntoads! thought Ginny miserably. Of all the people to run into in this enormous castle! Cho Chang, with her perfect skin and onyx-colored hair stood in the corridor adjacent them. “Hi,” she said to Ginny. Ginny felt the need to dive behind the nearest tapestry to hide her freckled-skin and her flame-red hair. She was feeling utterly inferior in the presence of Cho. “I’m Cho … I think you must be Harry’s friend Ron’s little sister.” Oh, what gave it away? thought Ginny glumly. “This is Ginny Weasley,” Harry said, introducing her. “Nice to meet you, Ginny” said Cho politely. “I’d better be going – I have a lot of studying to do,” she added. “See you later, Harry.” “G’bye, Cho,” said Harry. Ginny looked at her feet the rest of the way to the empty classroom, not wanting to see any sort of expression on Harry’s face that might tell her he’d rather be following Cho to the library than going with her to work on defense practices. <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 11:52 am

Poor Harry! Poor Ginny! Put him out of his misery and have him ask her already! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <div style="text-align:center">Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. </div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 8:21 pm

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 8:26 pm

Chapter Eleven Had Ginny braved a look at Harry’s face, she would have found him, not pining away after Cho, but looking directly at her. In actuality, Harry had hardly stopped looking at her the rest of the way to the classroom. Her response to the chance meeting with Cho in the corridor was very telling, even for someone who had acted as thickheaded as Harry had lately. I know a jealous look when I see one, thought Harry. And Ginny had practically turned green, all the way to the roots of her brilliant, red hair. He let a smile slip across his face – though she didn’t see it – and he did this despite the desire to try to remain cool and casual the rest of the evening. He couldn’t help being a little satisfied by Ginny’s reaction to Cho. It seemed as though he still possessed the power to make her have a butter dish accident or two every now and again. Then, in the course of his smug thoughts, Harry had a disturbing one. What if she’s already said yes to Neville, just because she’s sore at me for acting like such a git? Harry didn’t have much time to consider that scenario – they had arrived at the empty classroom. They entered and, shoving all thoughts of the Yule Ball aside, Harry walked over to a small, wooden chest sitting atop a dusty, old teacher’s desk. “There’s a boggart in here,” explained Harry. “Did you cover them in Defense Against the Dark Arts last year?” “No,” said Ginny. “I’m afraid boggarts weren’t in Professor Moody’s 'Constant Vigilance' Curriculum.” “Well,” said Harry. “Professor Lupin used boggarts with me for Dementor practice. It was the only way I could test the strength of my Patronus without facing a real one.” Ginny was looking rather uneasy as she eyed the wooden box, which rattled every so often as the boggart fought to free itself. “It’s OK if you’re a little bit nervous,” he said to her soothingly. “I’m here with you – I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Ginny nodded and Harry walked over to release the latch on the wooden chest. “Step a little closer,” said Harry calmly. “And hold your wand ready – I’ll back as soon as the chest is opened.” ***** Ginny held up her wand and focused on her happy thought – Harry’s face as she awoke in the Chamber of Secrets. She heard his voice echoing in the gloomy chamber as she recalled the memory – It’s all right, he had said. ***** “I’ll open the chest on the count of three, the present Harry said. “One, two, THREE!” He unlatched the box and jumped aside. There was a loud cracking sound and Harry gaped in horror at what came out. Harry had fully expected to see a Dementor spring forth from the wooden chest, but instead saw a person he recognized all too well – a boy of sixteen, with jet-black hair. Tom Riddle. And he was rounding on Ginny with lightning speed, like a snake about to strike its victim. “YOU BORING, SILLY, STUPID GIRL!” he thundered. The Riddle-boggart’s eyes gleamed with an evil glint of red. Ginny shrieked and backed slowly away, still holding up her wand and murmuring, “You’re not here … you’re not real … don’t have to listen to you …” Harry leapt at the boggart and roared, “RIDDIKULUS,” forcing it back into the wooden chest. He ran to Ginny’s side and clasped his arms around her. “It’s all right,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s gone … I’m here. It’s all right.” Ginny sobbed into Harry’s shoulder for a long time and he just held her tight as her tears soaked his school robes. Finally, he muttered, “I’m so stupid – how could I presume that what would scare you the most would be a Dementor? I should have known better. I’m so sorry, Ginny.” Ginny sniffled and leaned out of the embrace to look Harry square in the eyes. “You didn’t know. It’s not your fault …” “You didn’t need to relive that …” “It wasn’t real, Harry.” She drew in a deep breath. “It frightened me, but I knew it wasn’t real.” “You have a lot more courage than some people would give you credit for – you know that, don’t you?” he said to her softly. “Let’s see how much,” said Ginny. “What do you mean?” asked Harry, furrowing his scarred brow in wonderment. “The boggart will turn into a Dementor if he sees you, right?” Harry nodded slowly. “I’ll stand back a bit and when the Dementor appears, I’ll try my Patronus on it.” “I don’t know, Ginny,” said Harry apprehensively. “Maybe we’ve had enough excitement for one evening. And besides …” Harry stopped. “What?” asked Ginny. “Maybe a Dementor’s not what I’m most frightened of anymore.” Maybe, he thought, what frightens me the most are these feelings I’m having for you – these wonderfully frightening feelings. He suddenly had to squelch the desire to reach over and touch her cheek. “We’ll never know unless we try,” said Ginny. “Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re not brave,” he said with a grin. “OK – if anything other than a Dementor comes barreling out of that box, let me have at it. Otherwise, it’s all yours for the first shot.” Ginny straightened her robes and held out her wand, a look of pure determination plastered on her face, Harry released the latch once more and out of the box came a Dementor. It moved noiselessly towards him. “Expecto … patronum!” she shouted. A cloud of silver emitted from her wand tip, but it wasn’t strong enough to have even the slightest effect on the Dementor. Harry raised his wand to finish what Ginny had started, but he was too late. Thud! The Dementor had closed in on him too fast. ***** Ginny quickly realized what had to be done. She raised her wand high and shouted out the charm she heard Harry use on the boggart earlier. “RIDDIKULUS!” She forced the boggart back into the wooden chest and ran to Harry’s side. He lay flat on his back on the floor, his glasses askew and droplets of perspiration on his forehead. “Oh, Harry!” Ginny shouted desperately. “Wake up!” She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. Harry’s eyelids popped open and Ginny had never in her life been more pleased to see his striking green eyes staring back at her. She readjusted his glasses for him as he began to sit up. “Thanks,” he said quietly, wiping his forehead dry with the sleeve of his robes. “Now,” Ginny said firmly. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one evening.” Harry managed a weak smile and nodded in agreement. “We’ll leave the boggart here for now,” he said. “Maybe eventually we can figure out a way to use it where one or the other of us doesn’t end up a puddle on the floor.” ***** Harry and Ginny walked back up to Gryffindor Tower, neither speaking much. As they neared the Fat Lady’s portrait, Ginny stopped in the corridor. “What’s wrong, Ginny?” Harry asked in an undertone. “Harry, at the risk of inciting any more excitement on what has already been a very exhilarating evening – can you please tell me something? Please tell me why you didn’t want me to go to the Yule Ball with Neville.” Harry thought for a moment. After all that had gone on that evening, he decided it would be preposterous not to tell her the truth. “I guess it’s because there’s someone else I’d rather you go with,” said Harry. “And who might that be?” asked Ginny, rather coyly. “Er …” said Harry. “Well … me.” “All you had to do was ask, Harry Potter,” said Ginny softly. “Oh,” said Harry, dumbfounded. “Well, aren’t you going to?” asked Ginny. “Going to what?” Harry suddenly feared the slug-brain was making a comeback. “Ask!” said Ginny excitedly. A wide grin broke out across Harry’s face. “Yes, I am,” he said. ********************************************** Chapter Twelve I’m going to need new dress robes – oh, I hope Mum’ll get me some new ones – and my hair – oh, what should I do with my hair? Should I wear it up or down? He asked me to the ball – I can’t believe it – I’m actually going to go to the Yule Ball with him. Ginny’s thoughts spun around in her brain like a vortex. She must have looked odd in her euphoric state, because Claire Hodgkin walked over to where Ginny was sitting, on the end of her four-poster, and stuck her button nose right in Ginny’s face. She blinked her blue eyes a couple of times and waved a hand in front of her. “Ginny!” she said. “What’s come over you? I do hope a charm didn’t backfire on you or anything – you look positively peculiar.” Ginny tried not to glare at Claire – Claire was her friend, but she was a little dense sometimes. “No, I’m not the victim of a Charms accident,” she told Claire. “It’s just that I’ve … got a secret.” Claire’s blue eyes beamed and she clapped her hands together eagerly. “Oh, goody! I do love a good secret … do tell!” She plunked down on the bed beside Ginny and began to twirl a lock of her flaxen hair around her forefinger. “All right,” Ginny agreed. She was dying to tell someone. “Just promise not to tell anyone yet. No one else knows …” Claire grinned. “Oh, cross my heart and all that other stuff. Just tell me! Please!” Ginny smiled and said, “I’ve got a date to the Yule Ball.” Claire looked a little disappointed. “Oh, that’s all – I’ve known about that for ages. Neville’s finally gotten around to asking …” “I’m not going with Neville,” said Ginny quietly, a look of satisfaction on her face. “You’re not?” asked Claire, confused. “Well, who then?” Ginny’s smile widened. “Harry Potter.” “No way!” said Claire, her jaw dropping. “You’re joking. Did you ask him?” Ginny gave her a disgusted look. “I didn’t! He asked me.” ********************************************** Author's Note: Chapter Twelve is still a work-in-progress, but I thought I'd post what I had ready. Hopefully the rest of it will be up tomorrow sometime. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... boo1974</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://www.i2k.com/~svderark/lexicon/shield_05[1].jpg" BORDER=0> at: 11/26/02 6:37:02 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 8:29 pm

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Post by **bistyboo1974** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 8:38 pm

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 9:30 pm

Where did all these parts come from...quite wonderful <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Nov 26, 2002 10:16 pm

Oh, he finally asked!!!! jumps up and down I'm so glad!!!!! <div style="text-align:center">Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. </div>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Nov 27, 2002 4:23 pm

The rest of Chapter Twelve ... ********************************************** The nerve of her! thought Ginny huffily. Claire smiled brightly. “Congratulations, then. After all these years, you’ve finally snagged your man!” She patted Ginny heartily on the back. “What do you plan on wearing? And I could make a few suggestions on what to do with your hair – can’t have you going to the ball with limp hair, now can we? We have to make you look simply smashing!” We? She’s like some demented fairy godmother, thought Ginny nervously. She eyed Claire’s golden ringlets, curled eyelashes and rouged cheeks – Claire always looked as proper as a porcelain doll. She was very becoming, but not quite real. Ginny caught her own reflection in one of the mirrors hanging in the dormitory. If Claire’s a porcelain doll, then I’m a – she looked down at her worn-out school robes, once again bought second-hand – a rag doll. ***** I’m hexing Claire Hodgkin’s big, fat mouth the next time I see her, thought Ginny as she stormed down the corridor, trying to put distance between her and the two biggest menaces to society she’d ever met – her twin brothers. “Tell us, Ginny,” called Fred. “What kind of love potion did you use on Harry?” Ginny turned around to face he and George, both of whom had sprinted to catch up with her. “Oh, do shut up!” hissed Ginny. “Or I’m owling Mum about …” “You wouldn’t dare,” said George, in outrage. “That’s a low blow, Ginny – we’re only having a bit of fun,” added Fred. “Well, have fun at someone else’s expense from now on, will you?” said Ginny in a hurt tone. “We didn’t mean to get you this upset, Gin – it’s just that, well, you’ve been mooning over Harry forever and he hasn’t so much as given you the time of day …” “We just supposed you slapped a right good love spell on him,” said Fred. “But, he really asked you?” “Ron didn’t pay him off to ask you, did he?” asked George, seriously. Ginny shoved her brother hard. “No, Ron didn’t pay him off!” “Yeah, George … where would Ron get the money to pay Harry off?” The twins doubled up with laughter. Ginny glared at them. A voice from behind Ginny startled her. “What’s so funny?” Ginny turned crimson and devious grins crept across the faces of her brothers. “Oh, nothing, Harry,” said George, putting on an innocent voice. ***** After the twins had left, Harry turned to Ginny. “Where are you headed?” “To dinner,” said Ginny meekly. She was busy thanking her lucky stars that Fred and George has resisted the urge to make jokes in front of Harry. But she wasn’t too sure how long they’d be able to hold back. “Me, too,” said Harry. “I’m meeting Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall. Why don’t we walk together?” “All right,” said Ginny. As they entered the Great Hall and took seats at the Gryffindor dining table, Ginny noticed a cascade of whispers from all around them. Claire is getting the worst hex known to wizard kind … I’m going to make her mute for the rest of her days, thought Ginny as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil suppressed a fit of giggles as she and Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione. Ron gave she and Harry a look of astonishment. “There’s a blazing rumor about you two,” he said in a hushed tone. Hermione nodded. “Everyone’s saying you're going to the Yule Ball together. I think one of the fourth years started all the gossip.” “Well,” said Harry, as Ginny hid her face in her hands. “It’s not really just a rumor – I mean, it’s true and all …” Ginny looked up and saw Ron’s mouth gaping. “And before you ask, Ronald Weasley, I used no means of trickery or bribery …” Harry chuckled. “Of course you didn’t,” he said to Ginny. He turned to Hermione. “What’s the big deal?” Hermione whispered to him, “Neville … he’s a little upset. Everyone’s saying you …” “I what?” asked Harry impatiently. “You stole his girl,” said Hermione quietly. Now Ginny’s mouth gaped. “I am not Neville Longbottom’s girl!” she hissed angrily. “Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas think you and Neville should have a duel over her,” said Ron in an undertone. Harry snorted a laugh. “Oh, they can’t be serious?” he asked in disbelief. “Well, I won’t do it … I don’t fancy zapping one of my friends over a simple misunderstanding.” “You should at least go talk to him,” said Hermione softly. Ginny looked down the table, at Neville’s dejected face. “No,” said Ginny, stopping Harry from getting up. “I’ll talk to him.” Ginny went over to Neville, whispered something in his ear, and the two of them left the Great Hall. ********************************************** Author's Note: I've written more, but Thanksgiving baking has gotten in the way of typing it out and posting it. I'll try my best to post some more soon! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Happy Thanksgiving, all and let me give thanks to you all, for all the positive feedback you always give. <img src=http://216.40.249.192/mysmilies/otn/love/yllove.gif ALT=":love"> Have a nice holiday! <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Nov 27, 2002 4:34 pm

That's it?????? Please write more soon!!!!!!! BTW, Love the Fred & George stuff! "Did you hit him with a love potion?" <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <div style="text-align:center">Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. </div>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Nov 27, 2002 4:45 pm

I could post more, Tam, but then I'd have to explain to my family tomorrow why there are no delicious num-nums for the Thanksgiving feast! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> Believe me, my muse hasn't stalled out ... it's just that silly RLS taking over! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> More will be coming ... SOON! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> Just be patient! <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div>

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Wed Nov 27, 2002 9:33 pm

Even after a pumpkin pie disaster, I am managing to post more. I am Wonder Woman! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> ********************************************** Chapter Thirteen It was late as Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor common room in an armchair, watching as the fire in the grate died out. He gazed at the flickering embers and observed as they smoldered out amid the piles of ash. And then he heard footfalls – the padding of feet coming down the staircase and then entering the common room. He leaned over the side of the chair to see who it was. Neville. “Er … hello there, Neville,” said Harry uneasily. He didn’t think Neville had come downstairs in his pajamas to challenge him to a duel – but the vacant expression on Neville’s face left Harry wondering exactly why he was seeking him out. “Hello, Harry.” Neville took a seat on a pouf near Harry. “I talked to Ginny earlier,” he said. Harry gulped. As much as he wanted to take Ginny to the Yule Ball, he couldn’t help but feel badly for Neville. “I just want you to know,” said Neville. “I’m not holding a grudge or anything – there aren’t any hard feelings.” Harry couldn’t think of anything to say. Neville was gracefully bowing out. Harry let him continue. “I’ve always known how Ginny’s felt about you. I just didn’t realize you felt the same way about her. You never really let on.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Harry, you’ve just got to promise me one thing …” “What’s that, Neville?” “That you won’t hurt her.” Never in a million years, thought Harry. ***** The rest of November passed by in a whirlwind of classes and Quidditch and, by the time December had arrived, preparations for the Yule Ball were in full swing. Ron had managed to be somewhat debonair in his attempt to ask Hermione to attend with him and he was rewarded with her accepting. Others had paired off as well – Seamus was again going with Lavender, Dean had secured a date with Parvati this year and Parvati had convinced Neville to ask her twin sister, Padma. Harry overheard the Patil sisters discussing their dates one evening as they left the Great Hall after dinner. “I’m glad to go with Neville,” said Padma. “Honestly – anyone’s an improvement over our dates from last year!” Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust as he heard Parvati reply, “You’re quite right!” Both girls giggled merrily and flounced away. ***** In the common room, Ginny sat with Hermione. They both had schoolbooks in front of them and were scribbling away with their quills on parchment – Ginny working on a History of Magic essay and Hermione on an Arithmancy assignment. Ron walked in through the portrait hole briskly, his arms full of books, parchment and a parcel. He came over to the girls immediately and asked them, “Either of you seen Harry?” “Not since dinner,” said Hermione. “Is that the last time you saw him as well?” “Yeah,” replied Ron. “No worries, though. We were just going to work on some stuff for Trelawney’s class, but it’s all just a load of balderdash anyhow. It can wait.” He glanced over to Ginny as though he had just remembered something. “By the way, Ginny – Mum sent you a parcel.” Ginny’s eyes widened. She looked at Hermione and said, “Quick! Let’s nip upstairs and open it!” They left Ron in the common room, shaking his head and bounded up the stairs to Hermione’s dormitory. Ginny opened the parcel and found a bundle wrapped in gold tissue and a letter. She opened the letter and read it aloud: Dear Ginny, I know you won’t mind receiving this early Christmas gift. Bill, Charlie and Percy all pitched in so that your father and I could get you the most beautiful thing Madam Malkin’s had to offer. I know you will wear this gift well. Have a wonderful time at the ball. Love, Your Mum Ginny set the letter down and picked up the bundle. Gently, she tore away the tissue and gasped. “Oh, Ginny!” sighed Hermione. “Those are the most stunning dress robes I’ve ever seen!” Ginny was holding up a set of dress robes, made in a velvet fabric of the deepest violet she had ever set eyes on. “Try them on!” said Hermione enthusiastically. “You’ve got to see how they look on you!” Ginny agreed. She shed her threadbare old school robes and slipped on the velvety new dress ones. She delighted in the luxurious fabric and did a sort of twirl for Hermione to admire the new robes as she modeled them. “You don’t think the color clashes with my hair?” Ginny asked desperately, looking at herself in the mirror. “Because I think it’s a marvelous color.” “Not at all,” assured Hermione. “Do you think Harry will think they’re nice?” she asked. “Harry will think they’re amazing,” promised Hermione. Ginny smiled. “I hope so.” She smoothed her hands over the soft fabric and sighed. “I’ll have to thank Mum and Dad – and Bill, Charlie and Percy, too! I’ll have to thank them a million times! I was so afraid I’d have to wear those old robes from last year – they don’t look half bad, except for now they’re about three inches too short! And Ron got new dress robes this year – it’s just that Mum and Dad couldn’t afford to get me any – and I understand that, it’s just that …” Hermione giggled. “Harry would have thought you looked fine, even if you had to wear too-short robes, Ginny! Just relax. But, I have to say – he’s really going to be speechless when he sees you in those!” <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Nov 28, 2002 11:25 am

I'm on pins and needles!!!!! BTW, I hope your pie turned out okay. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I've got to run clean up the kitchen. Happy Thanksgiving!!! <div style="text-align:center">Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. </div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Nov 29, 2002 4:42 pm

you are wonder woman, but <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> pink would have been better <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> just kidding Bisty, this so rocked <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sun Dec 01, 2002 12:26 am

so excellent - waiting for more please <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sun Dec 01, 2002 12:30 am

Wonderful story Bisty - did you start using a new shampoo or something?

Post by **bistyboo1974** » Mon Dec 02, 2002 7:21 pm

Chapter Fourteen Before the students of Hogwarts knew it, Christmas day was upon them. Holiday homework had taken a backseat to the excitement of presents, feasting and – the coup de grace – the Yule Ball. The day went by at an uncharacteristically slow pace for Harry. He awoke early and unwrapped his gifts with Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville; had breakfast shortly thereafter, but after a superb Christmas lunch in the Great Hall, he began to feel as if time was standing still. “We’re going to give Seamus’ new toboggan a go,” said Dean enthusiastically to Harry and Ron. “Why don’t you join us?” “Yeah,” Seamus chimed in. “It’s a Snowstorm … 600 series … it’s charmed to go from zero to eighty in 1.6 seconds!” Ron’s eyes bulged. “Blimey,” he breathed in awe. “Cool.” “All right,” said Harry. He figured it would be a good distraction and any diversion was exactly what he needed to pass the time. Harry only went for one ride on the Snowstorm. Unlike broomstick flying, he found that he wasn’t quite a natural at tobogganing. After he ended up buried in an embankment of snow, he decided it would be best to call it quits before he ended up an ice pop with glasses. Around seven o’clock, Harry decided it was time to get ready for the ball. After showering, he donned his bottle green dress robes, made a reasonable attempt at tidying up his unmanageable hair, then when he had achieved a less unruly look than usual, he called it quits and made his way down to the common room. On his way down, he noticed odd noises coming from the girls’ dormitories – they sounded strangely close to a lot of birds, chirruping and twittering. The girls had been closed up in their dormitories at least two hours before any of the boys had made any effort to get ready for the ball. I wonder what they’re doing in there? thought Harry as he sank into an armchair. Ron, who was wearing maroon dress robes, was seated in another armchair beside him. “No lace trim this year?” said Harry jokingly, looking at Ron’s new robes. “Watch yourself there, mate,” said Ron. Last year’s dress robes were still a sore subject with him. “What time is it?” said Seamus. Harry had noticed he had a fresh bruise around his eye, no doubt from an incident with his new toboggan. “Quarter of eight,” answered Neville, looking at his watch. “Wonder when the girls will be down,” said Dean, glancing at the staircase. As if in answer to Dean’s question, a bustling sound emerged from the dormitories of Gryffindor Tower. The girls started to materialize from their rooms, like butterflies from cocoons – all dressed elegantly in a sea of stylish fabrics and striking colors. Lavender and Parvati strolled down the staircase together. Both Seamus and Dean looked at their escorts in awe, much the way they had looked at the Snowstorm earlier that day. Lavender gave Seamus a reproving look when she saw his shiner, but soon forgot about it when Seamus gave her a mass of compliments. The two couples, with Neville in tow, left shortly after, explaining that they had to meet Padma, Parvati’s sister, in the entrance hall. Not long after, Hermione came down. Attired in dress robes of shimmery silver, her hair pulled back in much the same style as the previous year, when she went to the ball with Viktor Krum, Harry thought that he’d never seen his friend look prettier. And obviously Ron had thought the same thing as he watched her walk across the common room towards them. “Hermione …” Ron said quietly. “You … you look …” Hermione smiled at him, looking very pleased with herself for rendering him speechless. “You look really … wonderful,” he finally managed to say. “Wait ‘til you see your sister,” Hermione said teasingly, glancing over to see Harry’s response to the comment. As if on cue, Ginny began to descend the staircase. And if Harry thought the sight of Hermione had floored Ron, it was nothing as to how he looked at the moment watching Ginny. She was dressed in robes of deep violet – robes that didn’t hang on a girl in quite the same way Hogwarts school robes hung on a girl. These robes fit snug in all the right places. Harry felt himself go breathless as he observed the vision of beauty walking towards him. How had he missed the moment when the little girl he knew – the one he remembered chasing after the Hogwarts Express with tears in her eyes on his first trip to school – how had he missed her transformation from that child to the exquisite young woman before him right now? “Say something, Harry,” she said softly. Harry felt his stomach do a somersault. He looked at her pale, slender neck – now revealed as her flaming red hair was swept up and clasped with a delicate enchantment of baby’s breath – and gazed at the thin strand of silver that draped around her collar. He suddenly felt envious of that strand of metal, being so close to that fair skin. Harry was jogged out of his silent admiration by a firm jab in his back by Ron, however. “Say something to her … are you daft?” he whispered. “You’re beautiful,” Harry said in a raspy voice, not able to take his eyes off of Ginny for a second – not even to glare at Ron for prodding him in the back. <div style="text-align:center">"Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." - Arthur Weasley</div> <div style="text-align:center">"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" - Ron to Hermione</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through...." - Fred & George</div> <div style="text-align:center">"Yeah, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." - George about Harry.</div> <div style="text-align:center">"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." - Prof. Dumbledore</div> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/07 ... </div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Dec 02, 2002 8:11 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>On his way down, he noticed odd noises coming from the girls’ dormitories – they sounded strangely close to a lot of birds, chirruping and twittering.<hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> How funny is that! You are mean, to only give us a small portion! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <div style="text-align:center">Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. </div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Dec 02, 2002 10:20 pm

Too awesome Bisty...you are the best <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Dec 03, 2002 3:39 am

I'm loving this.... but I'm also craving more! Can't wait till they actually get to the Yule Ball! -Col. <div style="text-align:center">Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src="http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzEwMzU3MDA ...  ”Open Up My Head And Let Me Out!” <img src="http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzEwMzU3MDA ...  Vive La Roswell FanFic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy! <a href="http://www.roswell-orbs.com"><img src="http://www.roswell-orbs.com/images/BANN ... </a></div>

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