Amortentia
Amortentia
[Harry/Ginny; G; 515 words]
Author's Notes: none
First Posted: 6 February 2008
Summary: Harry can't focus. All he can think about is Amortentia ...
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Harry threw his quill down on the table with frustration, splattering his parchment with ink. He sighed at the mess, but his essay was practically illegible anyway, with smears, mistakes, and scribbles everywhere.
Why does Snape have to issue such difficult essays? he thought with a groan. Ron was off with Lavender, and Hermione, of course, had already completed hers, so he was left alone to struggle through the assignment on his own. And tonight, of all nights! Harry thought that the essay alone wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t seen Ginny traipsing through the common room with Dean. She had looked especially nice tonight, he noticed, with her long hair down and her brown eyes shining. He had tried to peek at her surreptitiously, but even so, Ginny had caught his gaze, and Harry had been instantly filled with … something.
What was it about Ginny all of a sudden? It wasn’t like she was a new girl. He had known her for ages. And it wasn’t as though she had changed suddenly, either. She was just Ginny, Ron’s sister and Quidditch teammate. Why was he feeling this way?
Running his hands through his hair, he stared down at the mess on the table, trying to order his thoughts.
Come on, Harry, he pleaded with himself. Think Potions! Forget about Ginny. She obviously has forgotten about you. But with that thought, he suddenly sat upright. Was that the problem? Was he upset because Ginny didn’t have a crush on him anymore?
Harry remembered the Valentine she had given him, and how embarrassed he had been. He knew that he hadn’t wanted her to like him then. So what was wrong with her dating other guys now? He certainly didn’t want to date her himself, did he?
Did he?
Harry shoved away from the table and began to pace, one hand clutching his hair with his other on his hip. He imagined what it would be like to go on a date with Ginny. He pictured holding hands with her as they walked toward Hogsmeade, laughing and talking together. He could see them sitting in the common room, him helping her revise an essay for Flitwick. He imagined leaning closer to her, brushing his arm against hers as he breathed deeply of her wonderful scent, something flowery and fresh.
Harry froze. That smell, he thought. That flowery smell from the Burrow, that I smelled in Amortentia. That was Ginny! Groaning, he tossed his glasses onto the table and rubbed his eyes. If he had smelled Ginny in Amortentia, that meant …
That meant that he fancied Ginny. Everything fell into place. That unknown feeling … he recognised it now. It was jealousy. That was why he couldn’t stand to see her with Dean, or Corner, or Boot. That was why he wanted her to fancy him. That was why, every time he saw Ginny, his stomach hurt and he had an urge to be … well, more.
Sinking back into his chair, Harry picked up his quill thoughtfully. Huh. That explains a lot.
[Harry/Ginny; G; 515 words]
Author's Notes: none
First Posted: 6 February 2008
Summary: Harry can't focus. All he can think about is Amortentia ...
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Harry threw his quill down on the table with frustration, splattering his parchment with ink. He sighed at the mess, but his essay was practically illegible anyway, with smears, mistakes, and scribbles everywhere.
Why does Snape have to issue such difficult essays? he thought with a groan. Ron was off with Lavender, and Hermione, of course, had already completed hers, so he was left alone to struggle through the assignment on his own. And tonight, of all nights! Harry thought that the essay alone wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t seen Ginny traipsing through the common room with Dean. She had looked especially nice tonight, he noticed, with her long hair down and her brown eyes shining. He had tried to peek at her surreptitiously, but even so, Ginny had caught his gaze, and Harry had been instantly filled with … something.
What was it about Ginny all of a sudden? It wasn’t like she was a new girl. He had known her for ages. And it wasn’t as though she had changed suddenly, either. She was just Ginny, Ron’s sister and Quidditch teammate. Why was he feeling this way?
Running his hands through his hair, he stared down at the mess on the table, trying to order his thoughts.
Come on, Harry, he pleaded with himself. Think Potions! Forget about Ginny. She obviously has forgotten about you. But with that thought, he suddenly sat upright. Was that the problem? Was he upset because Ginny didn’t have a crush on him anymore?
Harry remembered the Valentine she had given him, and how embarrassed he had been. He knew that he hadn’t wanted her to like him then. So what was wrong with her dating other guys now? He certainly didn’t want to date her himself, did he?
Did he?
Harry shoved away from the table and began to pace, one hand clutching his hair with his other on his hip. He imagined what it would be like to go on a date with Ginny. He pictured holding hands with her as they walked toward Hogsmeade, laughing and talking together. He could see them sitting in the common room, him helping her revise an essay for Flitwick. He imagined leaning closer to her, brushing his arm against hers as he breathed deeply of her wonderful scent, something flowery and fresh.
Harry froze. That smell, he thought. That flowery smell from the Burrow, that I smelled in Amortentia. That was Ginny! Groaning, he tossed his glasses onto the table and rubbed his eyes. If he had smelled Ginny in Amortentia, that meant …
That meant that he fancied Ginny. Everything fell into place. That unknown feeling … he recognised it now. It was jealousy. That was why he couldn’t stand to see her with Dean, or Corner, or Boot. That was why he wanted her to fancy him. That was why, every time he saw Ginny, his stomach hurt and he had an urge to be … well, more.
Sinking back into his chair, Harry picked up his quill thoughtfully. Huh. That explains a lot.