- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Cho Chang Ginny Weasley
- Genres:
- Romance Slash
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
-
Published: 11/13/2002Updated: 11/13/2002Words: 1,381Chapters: 1Hits: 1,856
Just a Little Question of Research
Kanna-Ophelia
- Story Summary:
- Ginny decides to find out what exactly it is that makes Cho so appealing to Harry - but things work out slightly differently than she had planned. Sweet, fluffy Ginny/Cho.
- Posted:
- 11/13/2002
- Hits:
- 1,856
- Author's Note:
- For Floria - mi dulce amada, para siempre.
It
started with a perfectly logical course of research. Ginny, for her part,
was only too aware that Harry knew next to nothing about Cho. And yet...
And yet. Every now and then, amid the noise of the Great Hall - that was
somehow far more deafening from the Gryffindor table - Harry's face would
freeze mid-laughter, and his face would turn towards the Ravenclaw table. Then
he would return to his conversation, and no one would really have noticed what
had happened. Except Ginny, because she noticed everything he did.
Usually reflected light from his glasses obscured Ginny's view of his
eyes. In any case, she wasn't one of the hallowed three, only a little
sister and tolerated friend and best, so she usually wasn't sitting close
enough to him to see his eyes in any detail. Two or three seats down, that was
her natural home. But she knew his eyes by heart, the dark grey rims that made
the green seem even more preternaturally bright by contrast, the flecks of
lighter green and something close to gold softening the irises, the fine dark
lashes. Her imagination was more than enough to make his eyes liquid with
adoration, with hero-worship and pity and yearning mingled into a complicated
blood-heated potion, with lust quicksilver and almost undetectable under the
brew.
Ginny knew, after all, how she felt when she looked at Harry. And she knew what
her own eyes looked like - well, not really. She could never look at herself
looking at Harry. But Hermione's secret obsession was Muggle romance novels,
which she consumed and hid and smuggled like candy, irresistible and shameful,
and Ginny, in her role as designated younger sister, had inherited some. She
had devoured them herself, so she knew what the eyes of a heroine in love ought
to look like.
She had quite enough imagination to superimpose the clichés on Harry's eyes.
She just hated the fact that every time Harry stopped out of the conversation
in this way, Ginny knew that all she had to do was follow his gaze to Cho
Chang's face. Never to her own.
She began following his gaze. Out of sick obsession, at first, but then because
she wanted... had... to know what it was about Cho that attracted him. She couldn't
become an older woman, let alone an athletic Seeker of Asian extraction very
easily, of course, but Ginny had enough faith in Harry to believe that his
attraction was not merely physical. There had to be something else drawing his
eyes.
If Harry's attraction to Cho was based on a quality Ginny could emulate then
maybe, just maybe, Ginny would have a chance to draw his gaze to herself.
Because, once again, Harry didn't really know Cho at all. And Ginny, being
Ron's sister and a Gryffindor, was, after all, on the spot and highly
available.
So Ginny reasoned, and told herself her hopes were more than just desperation.
Obsession is not always very reasonable.
She began to watch Cho. And keep notes, in a little exercise book - not a
magical one, by all that was holy, she wasn't going to go through that
again, but a little Muggle one with pink hearts all over the cover. It seemed
somehow appropriate and, besides, Ginny liked pink. She would have worn it more
often if she had not been painfully conscious of how the combination of red
hair and pink clothes made people flinch.
After a week of staring at the older girl more than Harry did, Ginny's notes
looked like this:
*Grace.* Cho is very graceful, well sort of, sometimes she seems a bit butch
because of all the muscles, but, she moves very well.
*Intelligent.* Cho is very smart. Well, of course she is, she's a Ravenclaw,
but... yes. She has brains. Maybe I should study more? But Harry doesn't moon all
over Hermione...
*Pretty.* Cho is awfully pretty. Those dark deep eyes and smooth hair and... damn
damn damn damn damn.
*Sweet* There's something nice about Cho. I think she cares about other
people's feelings a lot.
*Sad.* Cho seems sad a lot - but she seems a fair bit happier just
lately. And besides, Harry liked her before she was depressed..
Ginny was pretty sure she was still missing something. It was absurdly
difficult to think of anything to say about Cho, let alone why Harry was
obsessed with her And yet... and yet...
There was something about Cho. Some attraction that clustered over her
shoulders like the miasma created by particularly well-turned Enlivening Charm.
Ginny became obsessed with defining the other girl's appeal. She stared
blatantly at Cho all through every meal. She barely registered even when Harry
addressed a remark to her, let alone anyone else. She began to turn up wherever
she thought there was a good chance Cho would be - the library (always a good
bet for a Ravenclaw), the Quidditch field, the gardens... She began to fill the
notebook, no longer trying to define, just getting random words down.
After a while, she gave up on words altogether, and began to draw. She tried to
capture the essence of Cho's attraction by drawing tiny physical quirks in
which her personality seemed to beam out for a moment. The curve of the girl's
neck as she sought a Snitch, the intense way she hunched up over a book when
studying, reading as if she could inhale knowledge. The way her eyes widened
just before she laughed. The way she would lift her hair up with her hands to
encourage the wind to take it on stormy days. The way she pressed her slender
hands together when she was totally in earnest about something. The way she
would rest her chin on one shoulder and drop her lashes when she thought no one
was watching, and she let herself fall into the sadness that must always be
waiting for her. Ginny was aware, in some corner of her mind, that when
Cho looked like that, she wished she knew her well enough to go up and put
comforting arms around her.
Without even knowing it, Ginny had lost sight of her goal long before. She
didn't think of Harry nearly as much as she used to. All she obsessed over was
finally making the drawing that would capture the essence of Cho's attraction,
her luminous beauty, the mixture of strength and sweetness in her, her...
...lovableness.
All this swept through Ginny's and out of brain like water out of a sieve in
the moment when, unimaginably, Cho turned and snatched the book from her hands.
"What is this?" Cho laughed. "Oh..." She turned page after
page, finding her own face, her figure, her hands, sometimes just her eyes,
reproduced over and over in amateurish inked lines. Ginny saw how
pathetic her own drawings were, and wished, childishly, that she could die.
"I'm sorry, I-" Ginny had always wished she could control her
blushing. Now, most of all, when shame was something that hurt as well as
burned.
"I'm not."
Ginny looked up, and wished for a second she had her quill, and some way to
capture the elusive combination of shyness, laughter and earnestness in those
rather small, wide-set eyes. She had never known anyone whose eyes could
reflect quite so many emotions at once. Then her own embarrassed
confusion took over. "Why not?"
Cho shrugged, adorably. "I noticed you following me around. And I got...
interested." Something like pink tinged her own cheekbones. "Well,
obsessed..." Ginny knew the way Cho's fingertips were pressing together, she
had drawn it, right before Cho received her marks on an important assignment. "And
I thought maybe you were following me because... Well, I was right, wasn't
I?" There was a nervous silence. "I mean, I could be making a
fool of myself right now, but... Do you have a crush on me, Ginny?"
Ginny looked into that pretty, blushing face, and forgot all her original
motives. "Yes," she whispered, shyly.
"Good."
And then the other girl's lips met hers, and Ginny realised she probably would
never be able to define precisely why Cho was so attractive.
But she fully intended to spend the rest of her life researching the question.
~fin~