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You Could Call It Karma | ||||
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Category: Post-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Comedy, Fluff, Humor Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: PG Reviews: 5 Summary: Ginny reflects on a very good and bad day all involving how good Karma can be. *Edited Hitcount: Story Total: 3695 |
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You Could Call It Karma By Love4aseeker You could call it karma, you know "what goes around comes around", or you could think like one of my best friends , Hermione, and say that it's just a coincidence. But I like to think of it as more of God looking out for me. Ever since I've been small my parents have taught me of God, Jesus, and all things Holy. We went to the little Catholic church in Ottery St. Catchpole every Sunday. It was our routine: Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to church, come home, eat lunch, and last but certainly not least, we'd say something from the Homily that we thought was especially moving. Even though this was our daily routine, I never truly understood. But now it's clear that God is always there, even if it's only to knock some sense into that certain guy, He's there. Oh, but you don't even know who I am, do you? I haven't introduced myself. I'm Ginny Weasley, Ginevra when my mum's angry with me, but normally just Ginny. Plain old Ginny to some, The only Weasley girl for generations, the youngest Weasley, the younger sister to the six slightly intimidating older brothers, or as most of the boys at Hogwarts called me: The- pretty-redhead-Weasley-girl-who-I' d-like-to-go-out- with-but-I'm-afraid-t hat-I'm-going-to-be-hexed-to- next-year -if-I-even-look-at-her-funny. But the worst of all names was:my best friend's younger sister. Yes, pity me if you must, that was how the great Boy-Who-Lived thought of me. After four years of this torture, I began to think of him as the Boy-Who- Couldn't-Be-Blinder. But, alas, my dear friends, the worst was yet to come. I can still remember the day as though it were yesterday. I had come down the spiral staircase from the girls' dormitories to tell Hermione Granger of something of great interest, when I spotted THEM. Yes, my dear friends, the worst had come. I saw Harry Potter with-with-with HER. It pains me just to say think of the horrid sight. Can you even imagine who he was with? Yes, yes, you've got it. Wait, what did you say? Hermione, you think it was? Oh! No, no, no! No, it was Lavender Brown. Can you even guess what they were doing? No, I don't suppose you can. Imagine! Thinking Hermione was engaging in 'activities' with Harry! That's the last time I ask you a question of such importance! Really-what's that? Get on with the story, you say? Well, if you insist. I was so shocked that my jaw dropped to the floor, luckily being of such self-control, I managed to pick it back up and not rush over to them, pull Lavender off of Harry, slap Harry across the face multiple times, or start crying. And I mean heart- wrenching sobs, not watering eyes, but oh-so-loud- and-hard-to-ignore-sobs.So I did the only thing I knew how to, I got on my knees crawled around the sofas, only peeking up to see if they'd noticed me until I reached the portrait hole, where I swiftly stood up and dived through the portrait hole. But you know what those dreadful founders neglected to put on the wall? No, I guess you don't.They forgot to put up a sign saying: No Diving;Shallow or No Water. I mean how could you neglect such an important part of the castle? So while I lay outside the portrait hole crying my heart- wrenching tears, Harry and Lavender either heard while they were,er, participating in 'activities' or they came up for air, and they heard me. They both ran to see what the trouble was, but Harry made it out first. And in that moment chocolate eyes met emerald and in that moment, our souls seemed to mesh as one, oh wait, that's not how it went. Can you tell I've been reading too many romance novels? Here's how it went: "Ow, ow, ow!" I said, very intelligently, might I add. "Ginny? What are you doing?" Harry asked, because he's a dimwit. "What does it look like I'm doing, dimwit? I fell and now I'm crying in pain. Honestly, such a moron," the last part being said under my breath. Obviously choosing to ignore my comment, he rolled his eyes and said," I meant how did you fall?" "Well, isn't it obvious, Harry, darling?" Harry and I both looked up and said at the same time,"Huh?" I guess he's not the only dimwit. But I must say I make a cuter one. "Well, obviously, she was spying on us, and so as not to be caught she fell out the portrait hole," Lavender said, like Harry should have seen that from the beginning. "Hey! I don't spy! I came downstairs, thinking that maybe Hermione would be there, and you both were there and I tried to get out before seeing something I definitely didn't want to see," I said, rather indignantly. Funnily enough, both Lavender and Harry's faces turned rather red. Harry's was more of a blush, while Lavender seemed to be swelling with anger. "Well, I, never!" Lavender exclaimed. Turning to Harry, she saw he was embarrassed and said, "Well, obviously my boyfriend's ashamed of me, and his best friend's sister is trying to get him out of the relationship!" Lavender exclaimed, very shrilly. "Boyfriend?" I asked, very curiously. "You didn't tell your friends that we're dating?" Lavender asked, turning on Harry. "Well, actually, I didn't know,myself," Harry confessed. With that, Lavender slapped Harry across the face, and said,"I would say that we're over, but since we obviously didn't have anything, there's nothing to be over with!" She yelled, stalking out with a huff. "Well, I'm glad that's over!" Harry said. I turned my head so fast, I could've given myself whiplash,"What!?" I asked. "I didn't like her, but she was a good kisser," He said, very thoughtfully. "Do you mean, that you led her on because she was a good kisser?" I asked. There was a new name for Mr. Potter: Boy-Who-Uses-His- Good-Looks-To-Keep-Gi rls-On-A-String. "I didn't lead her on!" Harry insisted. "Whatever, are you gonna help me up or what?" I asked, while my head I was doing cartwheels. "Oh yeah, sure. You know,Ginny, you're bonkers. You didn't have to dive out the portrait hole, you could have sat quietly and waited for your turn," Harry said, very playfully. Was Harry flirting with me? Well, if he was, I'd just have to flirt right back. Wrenching my arm from his I asked," Excuse me? But what makes you think I'd want a turn, Mr. Potter?" It seemed Mr. Potter had lost his nerve, because he started mumbling apologies and things of the sort. Ha! That's what it feels like to be made a fool of! "Relax, Harry, I was only joking."Playfully lifting his eyebrow, he said," So you would like a turn?" "Maybe, I would." Who was this crazy girl, and why was she taking over my body? Ginny, the flirt, was not a role I usually played. Ginny, the stutterer, was way more up my alley. "Hmm, well it seems your turn's about to come," he said, huskily. And before I could think, Harry was leaning for our very first of many kisses. Yes, God was definitely looking out for me that day. |
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