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theroomofreq · 3 years

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“Are we on a date right now?” Chapter 3

First off I want to say thank you to the anon who sent me this prompt. It was the first prompt I had ever received, and I can’t believe it morphed into this. Wherever you are anon, I love you very much. Also thank you to all the lovely people who have read, commented, and shared this story -- I love you all so much!

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Harry walked through the next few weeks in a fog, his head was swimming from emotional turmoil. There was the constant pressure from Dumbledore to retrieve Slughorn’s memory, the confusing obsession with Draco’s disappearances, and Ginny.

Today, it was Ginny that was most difficult for him, she had returned to her laughing goofy self the moment she stepped out the dungeon classroom. Any emotion from their previously charged meeting seemed to have been forgotten. They returned to exchanging jokes in the corridors, swapping quidditch strategies, and playing exploding snap in the common room.

Unfortunately the rest of the school hadn’t forgotten like she had. Harry still had younger class men coming up to him and asking him about Ginny, there were still people who winked at him when they walked together, and the pathetic look Hermione gave him was too much. There was a stab of grief every time it happened, and he hated himself for it. Not being with her when everyone thought she might be was maddening.

Harry had immediately found Hermione and Ron after Ginny left him in the deserted classroom. He hadn’t told them everything that Ginny said to him or his stupid idea, but somehow they picked up on his misery. Hermione hugged him while Ron patted his shoulder and muttered apologies.

So, he learned to ignore the questions, and the looks, and the whispers. Instead he spent his time worrying about prophecies, quidditch, and Slytherins.

As he made his way through the common room one morning, on his usual brooding tirade, Ron stopped him in his tracks with a few words.

“Brill!” He announced, “A Hogsmeade trip on my birthday.”

The wheels in Harry’s head spun into overdrive. He whipped his head around the common room looking for a bright spot of flowing red hair. Ron was muttering something else to the side of him, but Harry missed the dialogue as he searched for the Marauders’ Map in his bag.

He pulled it out and turned to Ron, “I’ll be right back” before tearing out of the portrait hole.

If he wasn’t being so careless he might’ve tried to murmur the charm for the map, but instead he said it loudly as he walked down the corridor. His eyes searched the parchment hungrily until he found her name, the library.

His pace increased into little less than a full out run toward her, as his mind went south. What if she already had plans? Or someone had asked her already? Or maybe she did really want to be just friends?

As he entered the library he quickly saw her, surrounded by fellow fifth years, books, quills, and ink. At the moment she was twirling her quill in her fingers, which didn’t seem like a crucial revision. Although even if she had been in the middle of her O.W.L.S very little would’ve stopped him.

“Ginny” his breathy but loud greeting was met with a harsh shush from Madam Pince.

She looked up with a bright smile, “Harry, ever heard of a whisper before? It’s the norm here.”

“Right yes, Can we talk for a moment?” He did absolutely nothing to change the tone of his voice. This was evidenced by Pince’s quick steps toward him, Ginny was faster however, as she took him by the arm.

“We better get you out of here” she muttered as she pulled him away from the tight lipped librarian.

Once safely in the hall Ginny turned to him with a smirk, before she could open her mouth Harry blurted it all out, “There’s another Hogsmeade trip next weekend. Just saw it on the board actually, and I know you said you wanted to be just friends. But, I don’t think I can do that any better than I could fake date you, which was a right terrible idea. Sorry for that by the way.. And I…”

He was pulled out of his rambling by the tight squeeze Ginny gave him on his arm, her hand hadn’t released him after pulling him out of the library. “I shouldn’t have left you like that.” Her smile was small but genuine as she continued, “Just because we agreed to tell the whole school we are just friends, doesn’t exactly mean that’s how I want us to be.” She said the last few words slowly and deliberately.

“Just friends idea was really as bad as the fake dating idea if you think about it” Harry said as he took a half step toward her.

“I think that could be put up for debate Potter.” She said as her brow quirked at his sass.

Ginny ran her hand down his arm stopping just in time for Harry to lace their fingers together, “Don’t you have something to ask me?” Ginny asked as she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, Go out with me? For real this time?” Harry could feel his grin crossing his entire face, “The upcoming Hogsmeade trip in March?”

“I’d love to” her smile reached up to her freckled cheeks, squishing them against her brown eyes.

Ginny gave his hand a squeeze before releasing him and taking a few steps backward, “I need to get back, transfiguration exams are coming up and all.”

“See you Gin”

She sent a small wave his way before turning and walking back into the library. Harry waited for her to glance over her shoulder at him before waving back which Ginny returned with a wink.

March 1st was going to be the greatest day of his life, he was sure of it.

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It turned out March 1st wasn’t exactly as he expected it. After shoving a bezoar down his best mates throat, Harry Potter now paced in front of the hospital wing. He turned so quickly on his heel he nearly ran into Ginny. It must’ve been his quidditch reflexes that stopped him from barging over her, his hands gripped her upper arm as he stopped dead in his tracks.

The look in her eyes was piercing, why was it always him that had to put this family in danger? It took little more than her hands coming up to his wrists for him to explain everything that happened. They stayed locked together as he told her every detail, her eyes intense and searching on his face. After he finished she took a step back and gestured to the floor, “As you were”

As if on impulse he began to pace again, around the fifth time he passed her, she spoke again, “Go on then, let’s hear it”

“Well it wasn’t Slughorn so who was it?” Harry shook his head trying to make sense of the whole issue. “He meant to give the wine away, but can’t remember how he got it.”

“No mark on the bottle, no way of tracing it?” Her words kept his mind moving fast, struggling to find the answers.

“No, nothing, I just can’t stand being helpless like this. There’s nothing I can do.” He groaned as he spun again on his heel.

“Right, save Ron? Check! What else is there to do now?”

“Gin” He stopped again facing her from the other side of the door, “You know what I mean. I can’t help but think there is something bigger at play here.”

“You don’t think it’s Tom do you?” Her eyes went cloudy when she asked the bitter question.

“If he went after Ron?” The thought stopped him dead in his tracks. “I don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t handle it.” He felt glued to his spot, as she walked closer to him.

“Something on the inside then?”

“I always think it’s the same two people behind everything. This time I really can’t shake the feeling that Draco has something to do with it?” Harry pushed a hand into his hair, messing his hair around as if it would help him think clearly.

“Maybe,” she was right in front of him now, “But we really don’t know enough about Slughorn. He has so many visitors and he is frequently at Hogsmeade, anyone could’ve given it to him.”

Hogsmeade. The mention of the village brought him back to all the hope that he had for the day. How he wanted to spend his time with Ginny, being caught up in her laugh, and getting a real chance to make something happen.

“This isn’t how I wanted today to go, Gin.” Harry collapsed against the hospital wing door and slid down to a sitting position.

She followed him sitting close enough that their legs touched, “And here I was thinking it was romantic.”

“It’s the atmosphere isn’t it? The sterile smells and bright lights?” He laughed, half at her joke and half at how quick she was to make him smile.

“I bet you take all the girls here, don’t you?” She gave a wistful sigh that he didn’t believe for a second.

“Only the ones I’m really trying to show a good time.” Her laughter swelled in his ears and made him feel a bit dizzy. He thought about asking her to just spend the day with him tomorrow when a frenzy of steps broke his train of thought, as Hermione raced down the hall with her wand out.

Hermione’s hair was billowing wildly around her, “Why aren’t you in there with him?”

The look in her eyes was cold and fierce, Harry didn’t dare tell her, Ginny didn’t seem to be too worried though, “Pomfrey won’t let us in.” She explained.

Hermione’s eyes went positively feral, Ginny and Harry dove out of the way just before Hermione tried to reducto her way into the Hospital wing.

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As he walked down to the quidditch pitch the next evening Harry’s mind raced with thoughts of Ron’s poisoning, Slughorn's memory, Draco’s frequent disappearances, the upcoming quidditch match which was sure to be…

“McLaggen, really?” Ginny said as she caught up with him, her training robes fitted nicely around her frame.

“Don’t remind me. ” Harry frowned, “He practically ambushed me on my way back from the Hospital wing yesterday.”

“It’s going to be a real disaster isn’t it?” She asked, a smirk casting over her features.

“Without a doubt” he tried to form a scowl thinking about McLaggen, but it was challenging to do so when Ginny was smirking at him like that.

She laughed at him with a full smile on her face, and suddenly Harry couldn’t help but think back to his plans from yesterday.

“Ginny, listen, could we...” He held back, unsure how to ask her for another date, another shot at being with her.

“Maybe we aren’t cut out for this? The planning and setting up dates?” She bit her lip as she looked over at him, her shoulders slumped forward a bit.

“I’ve always been rotten at planning.” He admitted slowly.

“We could just let things work out? Be spontaneous and see?” She asked, still rolling her lip between her teeth. “I mean, we’ve got quidditch to worry about right now.”

Her eyes motioned up ahead, and Harry noticed with disappointment that they had made it to the pitch. He nodded, “Yeah, okay”

“Great because I think today is the day that I’m going to outsprint you.” She lightly elbowed his ribs before taking off in a dead sprint toward the broom shed.

Harry was only distracted by her swishing ponytail for a moment before he took off after her. He ran after her as quickly as he could but she did in fact beat him, and the celebration dance she did after she had was very worth the loss.

Ginny laughed wildly as she danced around singing about beating him, he laughed as she spun around, which resulted in Harry becoming distracted enough that practice started later than usual.

Harry’s lack of focus did not stop there, it continued throughout all of practice. He was impressed as Ginny excelled at the new play he had come up with and in every drill he had the team complete, his eyes followed her during the entire training session. She frequently made a point to fly near him when making her snarky comments, winked his way whenever she made a particularly good goal, and rolled her eyes excessively whenever McLaggen talked.

As badly as Harry wanted to set up a good game plan for the upcoming match more than that he wanted to plan a spontaneous way to get Ginny alone and snog the daylights out of her.

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Harry rustled through the bed covers, sore as he’d ever been in his life. His head ached, but not in a Voldemort way. It was as if a bloody buggering fool hit him across the brain, and suddenly his memory came flooding back along with a great deal of rage. Luna’s commentary, McLaggen’s absolutely idiocy during the match, and a searing pain across his head.

“Well look who’s finally up” It was Ginny’s voice that rang out. Harry scrambled to find his glasses and knocked over a glass of water in his haste.

With his glasses righted on his face he turned to see Ginny perched on Ron’s bed, the girl smiling brightly while his friend had a deep smirk on his face. She lowered herself to the ground and hopped up on the foot of his bed without any hesitation.

“Ginny was giving me a play by play of the match, you seemed to have a great run.” Ron said, Harry was tempted to walk over and wipe the smirk off of his face.

“I’m going to kill McLaggen. The absolute nerve of him” Harry muttered scornfully under his breath.

“Wait until you hear about the final score.” Ginny said with a twinkle in her eye.

Harry turned his head toward Ron’s bed, “320 to 60, Sorry mate.” Ron said with a grimace.

Harry buried his face in his hands as he grumbled about giving McLaggen a skiving snackbox courtesy of the Weasley twins. A small snigger from the end of his bed pulled Harry out of his misery, he glanced up to see Ginny covering her mouth.

“What are you laughing about? It’s your quidditch team too.” He said with a glare.

“Come on Harry, Luna’s comments? And the ridiculous way that McLaggen goes on playing? All we can do about it now is laugh.” She rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

“You could at least feel a bit more sorry.” He murmured.

“What did you expect? Waking up to find me crying over your banged up head?” Ginny’s eyebrow was cocked up again.

Harry felt his flush run across his face while Ron cackled. “Wouldn’t mind that actually” Harry admitted, he also wished the crying would be accompanied by a confession of undying love, but he decided to leave that part out.

Ginny let another laugh fall out before speaking up, “Oh come off it, you know if anyone was going to be crying over you it’d be Ron.”

While Ron threw a fist in the air and yelled, “Damn right!” Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand, “And obviously I was worried about you. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Harry felt warm at her contact but tugged her arm for more, gratefully she got the message and moved up the bed closer to him. She sat opposite him with her legs folded underneath her and pressing against his own, their hands coming to rest on her knee. Ginny glanced down at their hands before returning his bright smile, her eyes seemed to dip down to his lips for just a moment before landing on his face. Harry felt himself lean forward just as a loud retching sound broke the moment.

Ron was making a disgruntled face as he scolded, “Well shit, don’t make me watch this go down.”

No sooner had he uttered the words Ginny pointed her wand at her brother, whipping the curtains closed and casting a silencing spell on him. At the same time Harry had found his own wand, closing the curtains on his own bed and casting a silent muffliato spell.

The two locked eyes and burst into laughter, Harry couldn’t help but think how easily they paired with each other. Within seconds they had accomplished the same purpose and almost equally as fast.

“Thought I might make it a bit more intimate.” Harry said through his laughter.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, just when I thought this place couldn’t get any more romantic.” Ginny managed to say through her own giggles.

Harry wouldn’t exactly be able to pin down exactly why he did it. Maybe it was the intoxicating feeling of having Ginny alone and right next to him. It could have been the way her body shook with laughter and her grin lit up her eyes. Perhaps it was just the simple fact that he’d wanted to do it for so long. Whatever it was, it sent him surging forward to capture her lips under his.

He swallowed her laughter as they collided and despite the way their lips moved together he could still feel her signature smile. His free hand came up to her face as she deepened the kiss, and Harry felt fully absorbed in Ginny. When her hand found its way to his hair his grin was too large for any further kissing to be done.

The two pulled back, hearts racing, foreheads touching, and hands still interlocked. Harry looked into her eyes and saw a mischievous gleam along her flushed face.

“Are we on a date right now?” Ginny asked.

He didn’t think it was possible, but his smile got even wider. “I’d say there’s been enough snogging to classify this as a date.” He answered before pulling her back in to cover her laugh with his lips.

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years

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catchin’ on : d.d

brief summary: david is picking up some of your british slang, causing the vs to make fun of him as they slowly learn what he’s actually saying

word count: 500 requested: by a lovely anon, and this is a perfect idea as a brit myself i’m able to use phrases and words that are every day which is brill warnings: british slang that you might not understand lmao

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

“I’m driving to Starbucks, anyone coming?” Erin calls out and you feel the weight on your lap rise instantly.

“Bagsy sittin’ in the front.” David blurts out as he grabs his phone, a smile on his face whilst Erin raises an eyebrow in pure confusion. “What?” He questions, looking back to see you grinning to yourself.

“What the fuck is a bag see?” Erin asks, glancing over to see you chuckling quietly. “Oh no, you’re rubbing off on him.” She jokes and you rise to your feet, patting his back as you follow Erin with David hot on your heels.

“So what is it?” Carly turns the camera to you as you sit beside her in the back seat, seeing David in the front with Erin.

As you shut the car door, you motion to David. “That. It’s calling shotgun.” You explain, and both the girls make a resounding noise of understanding.

“What else is David learning?” Erin speaks up as she nears the drive-thru, taking her wallet out as you all wait in the queue.

You shrug your shoulders, not having paid that much attention to what phrases he’s picking up. “I’m not sure, care to shine a light on the situation, Dave?” You lean forward, wrapping your arms around the chair as you feel his hands resting on your forearms.

David furrows his brows together as he remains deep in thought, oblivious as Erin begins to order drinks. “Oh, tosser!” He states loudly, impersonating your accent.

“Dave!” You yell as Erin stops speaking into the machine, the server stuttering through the speaker.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” The server states and you curl up in your chair, seeing Carly smiling brightly as she bites her tongue.

“That’ll be all, thank you.” Erin quickly tells them, pulling away from the window as her face turns red. “Tosser?” Erin tries her best at a British accent, quirking the R at the end.

“Bit of a dick, really.” You state, shrugging your shoulder. “Like you might say drunk Zane is a bit of a tosser.”

As the afternoon goes on, the girls are completely invested in learning new slang phrases with you and David, so much so they want to make it a video.

“Twenty minutes, that’s all we ask.” Carly states as she begs you on the sofa as David hides his head into the crook of your neck, sleeping softly.

“He’s having a quick nap, he’s knacked.” You mutter, looking down as your hand remains in his hair, playing with the curled ends from last night when you were bored as he finished editing.

“Tired from sex, Carly.” David sleepily mumbles and you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Tired in general. Feel free to use that one.” You tell her with a smile, seeing her roll her eyes as she grabs the tripod and the camera, setting it up as they sit either side of you, ready to learn the ins and outs of British slang.

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