OMGsh! Guys I am so sorry!
Take a crashed computer + writers' block and you have me. SO NOT FUN!
Anyway, here's the next chapter to My, How Scandalous!
(small note: everything in that closet stays PG-13)
Enjoy!
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ginny Weasley woke to the sound of her alarm clock buzzing. Groaning, she rolled over and hit the 'snooze' button.
I don't wanna get up today, she thought groggily. I really really really do not want to do anything today. I'm too damn tired.
Eventually she stumbled out of bed. Briefly looking at herself in the mirror, she walked out of her dorm room and down the corridors towards the Great Hall. After sitting down and putting some food on her plate, four fifth year girls sat next to her, grinning like mad.
"Hi Ginny!" the blonde one closest to her, named Charlotte, said excitedly.
"Um, hi," said Ginny, swallowing her eggs.
"What's it like dating Harry Potter?" a small brunette, Jessica, blurted out.
"It's… interesting. And fun. Very very fun." Ginny replied.
"Is he a good kisser?" Charlotte asked.
Not as good as Draco. Ginny thought devilishly. Not anywhere near as good as Draco. Ooh, like that one time when he came up behind me. So forceful, those Slytherins…
"Ginny?" Charlotte asked, snapping Ginny out of her daze.
"Wha?" Ginny said. "Oh! Yes. Harry's a very good kisser." Might as well play it up a bit for them- it's not like they're going to date him anytime in their lives.
All the girls giggled at this comment.
"Actually," Ginny said, putting the toast back on her plate. "I've got to go find him."
She stood up and winked at the girls, who collapsed into a fit of giggles again.
"I'll see you later, girls." She said, walking away.
"Bye Ginny!" the four of them yelled after her.
Sighing, she walked out of the doors to the Great Hall. Humming tunelessly, she wandered down the corridors. Turning a corner on the sixth floor, she felt someone's hands on her waist.
"Now, is it really very smart for such a gorgeous girl like yourself to be wandering the corridors alone?" a deep voice whispered in her ear.
"I'm not helpless." She murmured, leaning into his touch. "I can take care of myself."
"Care to come with me into this dark dusty broom closet?" he asked.
"Why not?" she said, leading him in. Once they were inside, his mouth came down on hers- claiming her. Tongues battled, and as Ginny broke the kiss with a soft moan, he instead trailed kisses down her neck.
Just outside the broom closet, a few feet away, Ms. Rita Skeeter was inspecting the ceiling.
"There isn't an infestation of nargles stuck to the ceiling!" she muttered, shaking her head. "Oh, Ms. Granger, you will hear from me."
"Oh, Draco." A moan came out of the closet, loud enough for Rita to hear. Looking at the closet questioningly, she moved a bit closer.
"Ginny." A male voice whispered. After a minute or two, the noises subsided. Rita was about to walk away when…
"I love you." The male voice said lovingly.
"I love you, too." Ginny whispered.
"Then why won't you be my girlfriend?" he asked, his tone turning a bit harsher. "Gin, I love you. You say you love me. Potter's just a third wheel. Tell me again why you can't be mine?"
Rita heard Ginny sigh.
"Because," she said. "Harry loves me. I'm trying to find a way to let him down easy."
"Let him down easy?" he said incredulously. "How about 'Gee, Harry. I sure do love you, but I love Draco more!'"
Ginny laughed quietly. "I don't sound like that, and I can't just go out and say that!"
Draco sighed. "I guess we'll just have to keep it a secret then. For now, anyway."
"I suppose." More silence. "I do love you, though."
"I love you, too. But you need to find a way to tell Potter."
After that last comment, Rita snuck down the hallway. When she was sure she was out of earshot, she began talking to herself.
"Oh, what a turn of events we have here!" she said excitedly. "Draco loves Ginny, Ginny loves Draco but is with Harry, Harry loves Hermione, and Hermione loves Harry! My, my, my. Could things get any more interesting?"
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room
"You haven't finished yet?!"
Harry and Hermione were the only two in the common room at the time- everyone else had either gone down to dinner or was out walking among the grounds. Harry flashed Hermione a grin- that grin. The one that made her go weak in the knees. She smiled softly, still half-glaring at him.
"Honestly, Harry," she said. "You should have finished this essay days ago!"
"I was busy, Hermione." He muttered. "I couldn't finish this essay, let alone anything. I'm not good to anybody when I'm confused and tense."
"Confused and tense?" Hermione asked. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," Harry said. "It's just been a rough week."
Hermione looked at him with sympathetic eyes. Walking around so that she was facing the back of the chair, she began rubbing his shoulders. Harry sighed and tilted his neck.
"What's happened this week that makes it so hard?" Hermione questioned.
"Oh, the usual. A load of homework that I've never gotten around to doing… a little to the left… as the Quidditch captain I have to come up with brilliant plans… not so hard, Mione… and I'm thinking of breaking up with Ginny."
At that last comment, Hermione abruptly stopped.
"What?" she asked.
"I've been thinking of breaking up with Ginny." Harry repeated.
"Why?"
"Because I don't think she makes me happy." Harry answered softly.
"Oh." Hermione said. "What made you realize that?"
"I think I found someone who does." Harry said. "Make me happy, that is."
"Who is it, Harry?"
Harry stood up, walked around the chair- now facing Hermione. Placing his hands on her neck, he gently kissed her; giving her a chance to pull away. But it soon became obvious that she had no intention of doing so. Moving her hands up his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands slowly moved to end up around her waist. After a couple minutes, she broke the kiss.
"It's you, Hermione." Harry whispered. "It's always been you."
"Harry," she murmured, allowing her eyes to flutter closed. "I don't understand."
"Mione, I think I'm in love with you." His eyes searched hers carefully.
"You think you're in love… with me?" Hermione's eyes showed confusion.
"Yes." He answered simply. "And I don't know what to do about it because I don't want to jeopardize our friendship in any way and I was just wondering if you could maybe tell me what you think I should do for this particular problem?"
"You could start by shutting up." Hermione said, smiling slightly.
"What?"
She responded by leaning in and gently kissing him. Pulling back, Hermione smiled at him.
"I do believe that I'm in love with you, too." She whispered.
His eyes lit up.
"Really?" he asked.
"You can bet your Firebolt, Mister Potter." Her smile was wide and playful. "The only question now is- what are you going to do about Ginny?"
"I'm gonna try to find a way to let her down easy." Harry replied. "But as for right now, I think I should stay with her. Until I figure out how to let her know. Is that okay with you?"
"It's fine with me." Hermione said, hugging him slightly. "So long as I know that you're mine."
Harry's smiled widened.
"I'm yours." He confirmed, placing one small kiss on her lips. "Don't worry."
"Should we not tell Ron?" Hermione asked.
"… Let's not for now." Harry said. "Let's just wait to see how things play out. But then again, I don't want him walking in on us kissing and get him thinking that I'm cheating on his sister with you and-"
"Harry." Hermione said, effectively stopping him. "I agree with you. We'll keep this from him for the time being. And Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Next Day- around 6:21 pm
"Can you at least tell me why?"
"I have to do that report for Flitwick." Harry said, not looking Ginny in the eye. "It's due tomorrow, and I'd rather not stay up until two in the morning finishing it. Seriously, Gin, why don't you just stay here and socialize. I'll go to the library and get some work done, alright?"
"Hmpf." Ginny pouted. "Okay. Then I guess I'll talk to you later."
Gently kissing her cheek, Harry turned around and practically ran out of the Gryffindor common room, leaving Ginny on the couch.
When Harry got to the library, he found Hermione at her usual table. Sneaking up behind her, he nipped her earlobe.
"Hello, love." He murmured. "Miss me?"
"Of course I did." She said, smiling. "Sit down, you've got to finish that report."
"It's always work with you, isn't it?" Harry asked, moving his chair so that it was right next to hers. "All work and no play makes Ms. Granger-"
"Do you even want to finish that sentence?" Hermione asked, her eyes mischievous.
"No I do not." Harry said. They began working. After a few minutes, Harry's hand went underneath the table to rest on her leg. When Hermione didn't smack him for being so bold, he smiled and moved his head so that he could whisper a few things into her ear. Sweet nothings, really, but they meant so much to Hermione.
Just as Harry was about to move a bit higher on her thigh, someone interrupted their little party.
"My, my, my." Rita Skeeter said, smirking. "What do we have here?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kay guys. Tell me what you think. I know it's short. And kind-of suckish. And fluffy to boot.
But I'll love you forever if you just click that pretty little review button and write pretty little words!
:)