Date: November 21, 2004
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Anyone
Location: Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Ginny makes rounds at the hospital. Where's Dr. Robert Chase when ya need 'im?
Completion: Complete
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Why did he have to be stepping over his tongue now? With Alicia it was one thing, he was trying to get in her knickers after all, but with the youngest Weasley? Who's older brothers Fred and George would easily hex his balls off if he even saw Adrian speaking to her.
He stood, feeling as if she had given him a brand new ankle, rather than just fix his old one. "Ginny... is it all right if I call you that? I... You seem tired, and I seem like a right moron and I'm afraid I haven't made the best impression. I'd like to help out around here, I don't know what I could do, but if there's an apothecary or potions master, I could help. I'd also like to..." He paused, unsure how she would react but before he let himself stop entirely he rushed the words out quickly hoping she wouldn't Bat Bogey hex him right there, "I'd like to take you out to dinner, if you'd let me."
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Cat got your tongue, dear?
'As a matter of fact...'
"Wow, Adrian." Ginny's eyes widened at his impromptu confession. "I don't know what to say..."
Walking over to him, she laid a small hand on his arm. "You are a real person, Adrian. Don't let anyone make you feel any different. I don't think you are a coward and frankly, I'd hit anyone who called you that. That's be right rude of them, now wouldn't it."
Her smile wobbled as she continued. "Of course you can call me Ginny. We did play Quidditch against each other, after all. Heck, I remember having a bloody hard time catching up to you out there."
"Of course, if you'd like to volunteer your services here, we'd be more than grateful for another person with potion skills." The petite redhead realized her thumb was absently stroking his arm and she pulled her hand away quickly, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Chuckling ruefully, Ginny said. "You're right, I am tired. I've had trouble... sleeping. I know, I know. It's the old joke. Healer, heal thyself."
You're avoiding his question.
"And... well, I'm flattered by your invitation, really, but you don't have to say that to be polite, Adrian." Ginny's voice was soft but unwavering. "But... well... if you really meant that, I'd like that."
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