Flight of Fancy

Flight of Fancy

I sighed. Another day had passed without as much as a word to Harry. Why was it that whenever I try to talk to him, I can't? I stared out of my open window. It was raining, and rain was pouring in. I finally closed it, after much thinking.

Virginia Weasley, you are going to march right up to Harry Potter and say... What? What would I say even if I did get that close? I fell onto my unmade bed and stared up at my green ceiling. I heard voices outside my room, and knew that they belonged to Ron and Harry. I listened in through my keyhole.

"Air-headed, really... All she does is lock herself up in her room and daydream... and I think she likes you, Harry..." I heard Ron say.

How did he know? Was it the fact that whenever Harry's around, I stick my elbow in the butter dish, get very tongue-tied, or do something else stupid? Or...could he have read my diary?

"I don't think so, Ron. Even if she did, why..." I stopped listening to Harry's voice, but instantly regretted it. Even then, didn't I know what he was going to say: "Even if she did, why would I care?" but maybe not... I shook the thought out of my head. I was living in a fairy-tale life, shutting myself up in my room and daydreaming... and yes... my Prince Charming was indeed charming, but I'm locked up in my castle, waiting for him to make the first move. And he's not. He doesn't know...either that or he doesn't care. I got out my diary, and wrote a little.

Thoughts began swirling around my head. I thought instantly about my dream last night.

I looked up into those eyes, those green, green eyes. I heard birds singing on that cold winter's night. I leaned against a snow bank, oblivious to the cold, chilling air all around me. I began unlacing my ice skates as he sat down next to me. I stopped untying my skates and glanced up at his face, that wonderful face. I could see his frosty breath in the chilly night air. It was night time, and most of the magical world was asleep...

"MUUUM!" yelled Fred, interrupting my flight of fancy. "PIGWIDGEON'S STUCK IN THE TREE AGAIN! MUM!"

Stupid brothers... anyway, I tried to remember as much as I could of that dream. I was whipped away into another world...again.

Most of the magical world was asleep, and the only light visible was a small lamp sitting between us. Not Harry and I, but us, as a whole. Harry's fingers crept across the dappled snow and around me comfortingly. I turned to face him, my hair whipping around in the cold air. I finally looked into those deep eyes...and saw what I had wanted for so long...Harry. Just Harry and he wanted me. I knew it, looking into those emerald eyes...

I tried to remember more of that dream, that wonderful dream, but no more came. I looked disappointingly out through the keyhole. The hall was empty except for a few gnomes. They must have sneaked in.

I heard a knock on my door. Judging from the brisk tap-tap-tap, I knew it was Percy.

"Come in," I said, stuffing my diary under my mattress.

"Ginny," Percy said briskly, "I have reason to believe you left your...er...undergarments...in the guest room. Harry found them this evening."

It was probably the worst thing that could happen under these conditions. Well, probably the worst thing ever. How embarrassing! I crept into the guest room and picked up my underwear, which was, of all places, on the bed. I figured that everyone was downstairs by now - a great time for me to retrieve them alone. But then I saw Harry's glasses. I touched them, and a shiver was sent down my spine.

"Ginny?" Harry asked politely, coming up from behind the bed. I thought he was downstairs, eating dinner!

I could hardly breathe, but managed to squeak, "Yes, Harry?"

His eyes lit up, but them his face fell. "Never mind, Ginny...never mind."

My face also fell. I looked to the ground and crept back out of the room, crestfallen.

I decided I better go downstairs to eat dinner, so I walked down the stairs and saw my brother Ron already at the table. He was eating mince pie, and I took some cold out of the pan. I sat down silently across the table from Ron, eating quickly and quietly.

"Ginny...did Harry tell..." Ron asked, sounding a tiny bit awkward.

"All he said was 'never mind,' if that's what you mean," I muttered.

Ron looked like he was about to talk, but stopped himself. The meal was silent until Ron and I both went up the stairs and into separate rooms, me going into my room, and Ron, going into the guest bedroom.

I heard another knock on my door. It was a soft tap-tap and I didn't know who it could be.

"Come in," I muttered, wondering who it could be.

It was the least likely person I would have thought to come into "Ron's Baby Sister's" room.

"Ginny," he said softly. It wasn't a question, more like a statement.

I averted my eyes only for a second and saw snow softly falling on my windowpane. Then I looked back at him. He was still there.

"I have something to tell you~" he said.

"Why don't we go outside to talk? That way nobody will listen in," I suggested, noticing George hiding behind Ron's bedroom door, which was across the hallway.

"It seems chilly," he noted, "maybe we should bring our ice skates."

After, we wordlessly got our skates and met outside. My breath froze in the chilly night air.

As we skated across the ice, we saw that Ron, Fred and George decided to join us. We certainly were not getting any more privacy than before. But slowly, the crowd started to disperse, going inside and muttering things about hot chocolate and a fire. Finally, at about 9:30 PM, Harry and I were the only ones left.

I looked up into those eyes, those green, green eyes. I heard birds singing on that cold winter's night. I leaned against a snow bank, oblivious to the cold, chilling air all around me. I began unlacing my ice skates as he sat down next to me. I stopped untying my skates and glanced up at his face, that wonderful face. I could see his frosty breath in the chilly night air. It was night time, and most of the magical world was asleep, and the only light visible was a small lamp sitting between us. Not Harry and I, but us, as a whole. Harry's fingers crept across the dappled snow and around me comfortingly. I turned to face him, my hair whipping around in the cold air. I finally looked into those deep eyes...and saw what I had wanted for so long...Harry. Just Harry... and he wanted me. I knew it, looking into those emerald eyes. My head fell onto his shoulder automatically.

"Ginny, I love you... I loved you since our 2^nd year... when that unfortunate diary brought us together... but wasn't that good fortune?" He asked tentatively.

"But love is confusing," I supplied.

... Mary Weasley, watching from behind one of many pine trees, saw Harry and Ginny finally getting the timing right, and gave a muffled squeal. It paid off to be a hard-as-rock Harry/Ginny shipper.