Date: 20 June 1998 Characters: Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom Location: Hogwarts Status: Private Summary: Ginny needs to find out if her and Neville are really all right. Completion: Complete
His hands cradled her face and her breath caught in her throat as he brushed their lips together before pressing into the kiss. It was soft and sweet and her hands slid over his sides as he kissed her gently. Her face felt hot and her heart was beating a bit too fast and she was so very glad that he was holding onto her. She let him control the kiss this time, breathless, and then he was slowly pulling away and she blinked up at him, feeling confused and out of sorts.
He thanked her and kissed her forehead and then he was standing, pulling out of her grip and she curled her hands in her lap and tore her eyes away, looking down. "Yeah. Of course I'll help," she said, silently cursing the fact that her voice didn't sound entirely steady. "What do you need me to do?"
"You can..." Neville looked around before thrusting the clipboard to her. "I'll count off the number of healthy plants, and you write it down for me, along with the number of replacements that need to be sent."
It was so hard, trying to behave as though nothing had happened. Ginny sounded as though she hadn't yet regained her equilibrium, at least where he was concerned. He continued holding out the clipboard. "Ginny?"
She blinked again, and finally looked up at him, not sure how to act and feeling a bit stupid for not being able to pay attention. Her mind seemed to be full of static. "What... I'm sorry, what am I writing down? Replacement numbers?"
She stood and took a shaky feeling step forward, taking the clipboard from him and holding it to her chest. "I don't have a quill."
She took the quill and nodded, following the words this time. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Thanks."
The question took her by surprise. He was echoing her thoughts. "I... yeah. Course. As all right as we were." She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, touching her lips for a second before looking up at him. "Are you all right?"
Turning to the first tray of waiting plants, Neville expertly eyed which ones were ready to plant, assuming the ground ever dried up enough to allow it, and which ones would need to be replaced, calling out the respective numbers.
"As all right as we were, right." Neville flashed her a smile. Eventually he'd start to believe it. "I'm good."
He thanked her and kissed her forehead and then he was standing, pulling out of her grip and she curled her hands in her lap and tore her eyes away, looking down. "Yeah. Of course I'll help," she said, silently cursing the fact that her voice didn't sound entirely steady. "What do you need me to do?"
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It was so hard, trying to behave as though nothing had happened. Ginny sounded as though she hadn't yet regained her equilibrium, at least where he was concerned. He continued holding out the clipboard. "Ginny?"
Had he only made things worse?
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She stood and took a shaky feeling step forward, taking the clipboard from him and holding it to her chest. "I don't have a quill."
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He hesitated. "Ginny? Are you...are we still all right?"
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The question took her by surprise. He was echoing her thoughts. "I... yeah. Course. As all right as we were." She reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, touching her lips for a second before looking up at him. "Are you all right?"
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"As all right as we were, right." Neville flashed her a smile. Eventually he'd start to believe it. "I'm good."
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