HP Fiction, 'Nice Catch (Harry/Ginny), G
Real life is...busy...to say the least. I haven't been home much because of my mom and dad and now that I AM home (because the kids are back in school) I've started working overnights. Weary is probably the best word I can come up with for my current state of being.
GENERAL FIC NOTE: Having joined 31_Days and 14_Lyrics I want to let you know that ANY fic I have in those communities is NOT posted here. It IS, however, in my memories; there is a special entry in my memories for fic written and posted in those communities (and it's cross-mem'd to the appropriate fandom). If you want to see what I've been up to recently, that's where to go. It's mostly anime, but 14's probably going to be getting LOST fic from me. Some of the themes are very C/C.
SPECIFIC FIC NOTE: This story was written BEFORE HBP...as such, it contians no spoilers.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling and…do we really have to do this? I mean, you should all know this by now. Well, whatever. I’m broke and this fic sure as heck isn’t going to change that. Love, Circe.
Dedication: To Unicorn13. She knows what it’s for. Ta, dear.
Nice Catch
Harry lay on his camp bed in Ron’s room and watched the Golden Snitch flutter for a moment before reaching out and plucking it out of the air. He felt the wings flutter in his grip, thrumming against his fingers and sighed as he let it go again. This time he gave it a five second head start before snatching it up, finding it by instinct and sound rather than sight. He let it go once more, counted silently to himself and then reached.
“Looking for his?” an amused voice asked as he caught soft fingers instead of the Snitch. He opened his eyes and tipped back his head, blinking to bring features into focus as he looked over the tops of his glasses.
“Ginny?”
She handed him the still-struggling Snitch and sat down on the floor, her head at a level to his knees. “You’re acting like a git, you know,” she said companionably.
Harry snorted and then rolled onto his side and looked down the length of the space between them. “All right,” he said. “How?”
“By acting like you’re the only one who cares that Sirius is gone,” she answered him, her voice frank and her face open.
“I…” he started to protest but stopped.
It made Ginny smile and reach up to pat his knee warmly. “Maybe you miss him most,” she said quietly, “but Remus is gutted, too. And Mum feels like shite for all the times she snapped at him and made him feel rotten.”
“Yeah, but it’s not their fault that he was in the Department of Mysteries, is it now?” He heard the bitterness in his voice but he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and heard the sounds of Ginny getting to her feet.
“And it’s not yours, either.”
Harry sat up and glared at her. “If I hadn’t been there,” he said slowly through gritted teeth, “Sirius wouldn’t have left Grimmauld. If I had taken Occulmency seriously, if I’d told Dumbledore about my dreams, if I hadn’t had a…a…saving people thing, he’d still be alive.”
Ginny put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at him, her hair in it’s messy ponytail falling over her shoulder. “And if Kreacher hadn’t lied, and if Snape hadn’t stopped giving you lessons, if Dumbledore had talked to you more, and if Sirius-”
“Don’t you dare say it’s his fault!”
“If Sirius,” Ginny repeated, talking over him, her eyes locked on his, “had trusted Remus and Kingsley and Tonks and Mad-Eye to protect you, he’d still be alive, too.” She sat down beside him and Harry felt her hand light gently on his back, warm between his shoulderblades. “It’s everybody’s fault and nobody’s,” she said quietly. “If I hadn’t broken my ankle and got hit but that Stunning spell,” she went on, “or if Ron or Hermione hadn’t been spelled out as well, Sirius might still be alive.” She looked him in the eye again, hers understanding and sad but not pitying, “We all think it, you know.”
Harry sighed deeply; feeling thousands of tiny knots inside him tighten before sliding loose. “I can’t stop thinking it.” He leaned subtly into Ginny and shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
He felt Ginny shrug in answer. “Well, you’re not annoying with it yet. I just thought I should step in before you went that far.” He could hear the smile in her voice and closed his eyes, leaning more, feeling tired. “You look done in,” she commented and Harry smiled slightly.
“I haven’t been sleeping well.” He felt a shove and fell to his side; he blinked his eyes open to see Ginny standing once more. “Hey!”
“Take a nap, you’ll feel better.”
He reached out and caught her hand, releasing the Snitch has he did so. “No, I’m not that tired. Besides,” he cast about, thinking, “I wanted your opinion. The new team Captain? Who do you think Angelina’s going to choose?”
Ginny regarded him for a long moment and Harry thought she knew, or at least understood, the desire for somebody to be there without asking questions, without talking about anything important. When she sat she sat closer, leaning back against the edge of the mattress, her head close to his own, her hair pooling on the sheets near his chest. “I’m more concerned about the Beaters,” she said with a laugh tinged with exasperation. “Because unless Andrew and Jack have improved over the summer, we’re going to need new.”
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“Hmm,” he agreed. Harry let Ginny carry the conversation, listening but not adding much besides a few ‘mm-hm’s and ‘uh-huh’s. He drifted to sleep watching the Golden Snitch dart about in the afternoon sun, feeling no need to drop Ginny’s hand to catch it.
GENERAL FIC NOTE: Having joined 31_Days and 14_Lyrics I want to let you know that ANY fic I have in those communities is NOT posted here. It IS, however, in my memories; there is a special entry in my memories for fic written and posted in those communities (and it's cross-mem'd to the appropriate fandom). If you want to see what I've been up to recently, that's where to go. It's mostly anime, but 14's probably going to be getting LOST fic from me. Some of the themes are very C/C.
SPECIFIC FIC NOTE: This story was written BEFORE HBP...as such, it contians no spoilers.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling and…do we really have to do this? I mean, you should all know this by now. Well, whatever. I’m broke and this fic sure as heck isn’t going to change that. Love, Circe.
Dedication: To Unicorn13. She knows what it’s for. Ta, dear.
Nice Catch
Harry lay on his camp bed in Ron’s room and watched the Golden Snitch flutter for a moment before reaching out and plucking it out of the air. He felt the wings flutter in his grip, thrumming against his fingers and sighed as he let it go again. This time he gave it a five second head start before snatching it up, finding it by instinct and sound rather than sight. He let it go once more, counted silently to himself and then reached.
“Looking for his?” an amused voice asked as he caught soft fingers instead of the Snitch. He opened his eyes and tipped back his head, blinking to bring features into focus as he looked over the tops of his glasses.
“Ginny?”
She handed him the still-struggling Snitch and sat down on the floor, her head at a level to his knees. “You’re acting like a git, you know,” she said companionably.
Harry snorted and then rolled onto his side and looked down the length of the space between them. “All right,” he said. “How?”
“By acting like you’re the only one who cares that Sirius is gone,” she answered him, her voice frank and her face open.
“I…” he started to protest but stopped.
It made Ginny smile and reach up to pat his knee warmly. “Maybe you miss him most,” she said quietly, “but Remus is gutted, too. And Mum feels like shite for all the times she snapped at him and made him feel rotten.”
“Yeah, but it’s not their fault that he was in the Department of Mysteries, is it now?” He heard the bitterness in his voice but he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and heard the sounds of Ginny getting to her feet.
“And it’s not yours, either.”
Harry sat up and glared at her. “If I hadn’t been there,” he said slowly through gritted teeth, “Sirius wouldn’t have left Grimmauld. If I had taken Occulmency seriously, if I’d told Dumbledore about my dreams, if I hadn’t had a…a…saving people thing, he’d still be alive.”
Ginny put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at him, her hair in it’s messy ponytail falling over her shoulder. “And if Kreacher hadn’t lied, and if Snape hadn’t stopped giving you lessons, if Dumbledore had talked to you more, and if Sirius-”
“Don’t you dare say it’s his fault!”
“If Sirius,” Ginny repeated, talking over him, her eyes locked on his, “had trusted Remus and Kingsley and Tonks and Mad-Eye to protect you, he’d still be alive, too.” She sat down beside him and Harry felt her hand light gently on his back, warm between his shoulderblades. “It’s everybody’s fault and nobody’s,” she said quietly. “If I hadn’t broken my ankle and got hit but that Stunning spell,” she went on, “or if Ron or Hermione hadn’t been spelled out as well, Sirius might still be alive.” She looked him in the eye again, hers understanding and sad but not pitying, “We all think it, you know.”
Harry sighed deeply; feeling thousands of tiny knots inside him tighten before sliding loose. “I can’t stop thinking it.” He leaned subtly into Ginny and shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
He felt Ginny shrug in answer. “Well, you’re not annoying with it yet. I just thought I should step in before you went that far.” He could hear the smile in her voice and closed his eyes, leaning more, feeling tired. “You look done in,” she commented and Harry smiled slightly.
“I haven’t been sleeping well.” He felt a shove and fell to his side; he blinked his eyes open to see Ginny standing once more. “Hey!”
“Take a nap, you’ll feel better.”
He reached out and caught her hand, releasing the Snitch has he did so. “No, I’m not that tired. Besides,” he cast about, thinking, “I wanted your opinion. The new team Captain? Who do you think Angelina’s going to choose?”
Ginny regarded him for a long moment and Harry thought she knew, or at least understood, the desire for somebody to be there without asking questions, without talking about anything important. When she sat she sat closer, leaning back against the edge of the mattress, her head close to his own, her hair pooling on the sheets near his chest. “I’m more concerned about the Beaters,” she said with a laugh tinged with exasperation. “Because unless Andrew and Jack have improved over the summer, we’re going to need new.”
E=
“Hmm,” he agreed. Harry let Ginny carry the conversation, listening but not adding much besides a few ‘mm-hm’s and ‘uh-huh’s. He drifted to sleep watching the Golden Snitch dart about in the afternoon sun, feeling no need to drop Ginny’s hand to catch it.