Hogwarts Academy for Exceptional Students

Chapter 8

It had been a month since I got out of hospital, and I was now completely healed. I had an almost permanent guard duty, rotating between Hedwig, Hermione, Pig (although I suspected he did this more for Hedwig’s benefit than mine), Ron and Neville. I wasn’t talking to Harry as much now since the almost-kiss, which I was still infuriated about. I couldn’t get away from my guard for more than the few minutes it took to go to the restroom. And even then there was always someone waiting outside. Even in class Luna Lovegood or Colin Creevey (a small boy who idolised Harry) were always there to ‘keep an eye on things’ which just meant I couldn’t go and kick Harry’s butt for being idiotic and unclear.

At this moment, walking from History to lunch, Luna was tailing me, talking energetically about some holiday her and her dad were going to go on to look for unicorns. I was having a particularly bad day, and reached the end of my tether when I saw that Hedwig and Hermione were waiting at the doors to the canteen too escort me in. Hermione must have seen something in my face, and she took a couple of steps back. Hedwig, although a great friend, was generally oblivious to other people’s feelings. True to form, she just started chatting to Luna, grabbing my hand to pull me in to the canteen.

She didn’t even touch me.

I grabbed her hand, and twisted. She shrieked, turning to look at me with a hurt look on her face. I pushed her away from me and turned to walk out, brushing past Harry, who had obviously just arrived, who was looking between me and Hedwig rapidly, trying to figure out what had just happened. Hedwig was rubbing her wrist, a hurt look on her face. He evidently hadn’t figured it out, because he tried to stop me. I shot him a warning look. He just looked confused. I couldn’t get out fast enough. I was in a bad mood, so I don’t know why I turned down the same dark alleyway behind the History block that I had been beaten up in. Maybe because I knew it was private, and I could fall apart in private.

I stood leaning against the wall for quite some time. The bell for the end of lunch rang. Then the next bell. I didn’t know what time it was, and I didn’t particularly care either. I just wanted to be alone for the first time in a whole month. As I may have mentioned before, I am not particularly fond of other human beings.

A figure rounded the corner, just after a bell rang. That must have been the bell for the end of school. My heart sped up for a split second, before I realised who it was. Before I recognised the tall skinny figure, and the untidy black hair. I expected him to shout, or at least have a go at me. But he just leaned against the wall next to me. After a couple of minutes, I tried to ignore him, and go back to my aloneness. Just this time not so alone. And I was painfully aware of that fact, aware of him even though he wasn’t touching me, and I wasn’t looking at him. I could tell exactly how far away he was, and when he moved. It was like there were invisible strings connecting us, or tiny sparks of electricity. I had never felt this way before, save for the hospital when he almost kissed me.

So it made sense that when Harry started to get bored, I realised it, and, though it surprised the both of us, decided to remedy it. I turned to face him, my whole body aching from where I’d been leaning against the wall for hours. He was already looking at me, having heard my sigh when I had realised that I couldn’t stay like that forever. I temporarily lost my train of thought, content in just staring at his beautiful green eyes. I mentally shook myself though, and looked away, hopefully before he had noticed.

“I’m assuming you’re going to give me a lecture?” I said, preparing myself for the bashing that would soon ensue, made a thousand times worse by the person delivering it. But he surprised me.

“No actually. I came to ask… are you okay?” I turned to look at him in surprise. He was worried about me? In my head I did a Happy Dance, having to physically restrain myself from squealing. I realised he had started talking again, mistaking my silence for confusion or shock.

“…these last few months must have been hard for you, moving schools, getting beaten up-” he then had to shut up for the simple reason that I had put my hand over his mouth. I gave him a warning look and released my hold of his mouth. Both of us were slightly red, having just realised that I had had my hand on his mouth. I hadn’t realised what I was doing until it was too late. But I couldn’t back out now.

“Yes, the last few months have been hard. And no, I’m not okay. I was just surprised when you asked if I was okay, not to rant to me about what I did to Hedwig, who you’ve been friends with for so much longer than you’ve been friends with me, we haven’t even talked since… I got beaten up, and she means a lot more to you than I do, which stands to reason that you should be more worried about her, not me.” I said. He looked gobsmacked. I waited, nervous. I had probably sounded like I wanted to be told off like a child, when in reality that was the last thing I wanted.

I waited.

I waited.

And, finally, he blinked. And then he started to talk.

“Ginny… I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. And, yes, Hedwig does too. I’m not going to choose between you, I know you’ve been under a lot of stress, and I told Hedwig that giving you a permanent guard wasn’t what you needed, which was why I didn’t follow you around unlike everyone else, which might have seemed like I was abandoning you. I’m sorry for that. I just want to do what’s best for you so you can be okay again.” Now it was my turn to stare at him, utterly gobsmacked. My emotions were going wild inside me, happiness and relief overlapping, overwhelming me completely. That was the only explanation for what I did next.

I kissed him. And when I say kissed, I don’t mean a swift peck on the lips; I mean a full-on arms-around-neck, push-him-into-a-wall kiss. I froze, and he did too, our lips still pressed together. And then, as if both obeying an undetectable signal, we both started to move our mouths against the other’s. Heat spread from the point of contact through my entire body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. He tangled one hand in my hair, holding my head in place as he kissed me, and I had to stifle a moan. His other hand pressed against the small of my back, forcing me closer. He flipped us around, so I was the one pressed against the wall and he was pressing closer until there was no closer, until we were so close that we barely counted as two people anymore. My arms were still wrapped around his neck, keeping his lips firmly on mine. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, until we had to pull away to breathe, something I was now finding extremely inconvenient. We were both now breathing hard, staring into each other’s eyes, emerald green into chocolate brown.

He leaned in again, pressing his lips against mine, this time sweet and gentle. He lingered for a second, then two, and then he pulled away. We were still close enough to feel his breath on my lips, and to be pressed together, but not to the extent of a few minutes ago. He laughed quietly, so quietly that if I had not been standing so close I would not have heard it. He turned and pressed his lips to my forehead, and I had to restrain a whimper.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He muttered against my skin. I was still having trouble breathing. My brain seemed to short-circuit whenever I was around him, which was rather annoying. I sighed happily. He smiled, his lips trailing their way slowly down from my forehead, onto my cheek, lightly hovering over the corner of my mouth, before withdrawing. He smirked at me, the smirk that I had initially found so infuriating, now so endearing. But no matter how endearing I found it, he was not going to get away with teasing me like that. Two can play at that game.

I reached my hand up from my side, cupping his cheek, delighting at the soft sigh I got from him. I let my fingers wander across his face, tracing his eyelids when he shut them, smoothing over his lips, tangling in his untidy ebony hair. We were pressed so closely together I could feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest, matching the pace of mine. I slowly moved my hands so that they were cupping the back of his head, and I moved my head up so that my lips were a mere inch away from his. His eyes opened lazily, savouring the moment. He was the one to close the distance, once again pressing his lips to mine. This time was neither as passionate as our first, nor as sweet as our second, but long and lingering, both of us getting to know the other. He tasted of lemons and chocolate, an unusual combination, but delicious nonetheless. The kiss was starting to grow into something resembling the fiery passion of our first kiss, but we were interrupted by my phone ringing, playing Ron’s ringtone. I groaned against his lips, and he chuckled in response. Our lips were still pressed together, but I reluctantly pulled away with an apologetic smile. I picked up.

“Hello?”

“Ginny? Where are you? I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour! Hermione and… Hedwig are here too, waiting for Harry. You haven’t seen him have you?” I cringed at Hedwig’s name, having forgotten the circumstances that left me here in favour of getting lost in the pleasure of kissing Harry. Harry wrapped his arm around my waist, and planted a light kiss on the top of my head. I shivered in pleasure.

“Hey Ron. Sorry, I lost track of time walking around. Tell Hedwig I’m sorry. I’ll tell her myself, but can you as well? As for Harry, no I haven’t seen him.” I said, already knowing that Ron would be able to tell I was lying, because a) my voice softened on Harry’s name and b) Harry had laughed at my lie, which Ron would most probably be able to hear.

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yeah right! You’re with him right now don’t even try to deny it!” Harry was chuckling again, as I had the phone on speaker. He held out his hand for the phone, leaving it up to me to decide if I wanted our relationship to be public. I placed it in his hand without hesitation. He grinned at me.

“Hi Ron… yeah… kind of, I was in lessons… see you there.” He said, hanging up. He held out his hand, and I took it. We began walking leisurely towards the car park, enjoying our time together.

“What did Ron say?” I asked, my voice light and carefree, our hands swinging between us.

“He wanted to know if I kissed you, and if I’d been with you since you left lunch, or if you’d been in class.”

“What did you say?”

“Well, yes to the first one, and kind of to the second, because you weren’t in class but I wasn’t with you for the whole time.” He sounded just as happy. My grin stretched wider, recognising that I had made him so happy.

We had got to the almost empty car park now, which had only two cars in it; Harry’s shiny silver one, and Ron’s beat up blue one. Ron himself was talking to Hermione, leaning against the railing on the sidewalk. Hedwig was standing a little way away, watching them with a self-satisfied smirk. She had a bandage around her wrist. I flinched at the sight. I had done that. Harry, sensing my distress let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, pressing his lips to the top of my head for the second time that day.

Hedwig was the first to spot us, and she seemed to be facing an internal battle on whether to be exhilarated at the sight of Harry’s arm around me, or annoyed because I sprained her wrist. She apparently decided on exhilarated, which I expected because Hedwig wasn’t one to dwell on the unpleasant, and she was certainly one to try and get her friends together. She squealed, effectively alerting Ron and Hermione to our presence.

“Oh my days! Did you two get together? No, that’s a stupid question. You’re both looking at each other all lovey-dovey, of course you did!” she carried on like that for quite some time, Hermione had an ‘I told you so’ look on her face, and Ron appeared to be alternating between glaring at me and glaring at Harry. He interrupted Hedwig, looking thunderous.

“I’m warning you Harry, if you touch a single hair on her head, if you hurt her in any way, you will not live to see the light of day again.”

“I am perfectly able to look after myself.” I said, inclining my head towards Hedwig slightly. “I’m sorry Hedwig, by the way. I’d just had a bad day, I promise it won’t happen again.” She smiled at me and nodded. Ron grunted and grumpily started to head towards the car.

“Come on then Ginny. We need to go, Mum’ll be worried.” I turned to Harry, and stood on tiptoe to press a brief kiss to his lips. I distinctly heard a squeal emit from somewhere near Hedwig. Strange that. Harry brushed my hair carefully behind my ear, fingers trailing a path of fire across my cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” He said, fingers still in my hair. He pressed his lips once more to mine, lingering for a few seconds, before letting me walk towards Ron and the car. I got in, did up my seatbelt, and immediately turned to look at him. He was looking at me, smiling slightly. Neither of us looked away, until the car rounded the corner and we couldn’t see each other anymore. Just before we rounded the corner, I saw Hedwig pounce on Harry, an expression of jubilance on her face.

And just as I was about to go to sleep, my phone beeped on the bedside table. I picked it up, smiled, and went to sleep, my dreams filled with green eyes and messy black hair.

Goodnight beautiful xxx


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