If She Fell
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,417
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17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Like a Comet Pulled from Orbit
If She Fell
Chapter 1: Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit
disclaimer: I own nothing but bits and pieces of the plot. JK Rowling owns all the good bits. Chapter titles come from the lyrics of Stephen Schwartz.
It was a cold February day and the students were returning from their winter break. Mediwitch Interns Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger-Snape were prepared for the usual; students who over indulged on the Hogwarts Express, those that were caught, aware or unaware, by a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes special, and those who returned with the usual sniffle or unusual stuffed up nose. Ginny was in the process of removing a rather large book from the nose of an innocent 2nd year when she heard a pathetic attempt at a cough. She looked up to see Harry Potter leaning against the door to the Hospital Wing, smiling at her. With a quick smile and a shake of her head, she motioned him to sit in the waiting room whilst she reversed the Tome Hex from Wilfred Windinger.
“Honestly, Mr. Windinger,” she said, “siblings can be very difficult on those who study all the time. Next time, duck.”
“Yes Madame Weasley,” responded the youngster, rubbing his nostril, which was still quite large.
“It will take a few hours for your nose to look normal again. And I imagine that the elder Mr. Windinger is suffering for his actions?”
“Yes ma’am. Professor Snape caught him as he was getting off the train laughing about it,” the boy shuddered, “he’s cleaning all the desks in the potions classroom…with a tiny toothbrush. I’m scared of Professor Snape.”
“I was too,” said Ginny with a sly smile, “and I’m only a little less scared of him now. But he’s a fine teacher, if you pay attention and listen rather than ask too many questions. I’m sure Madame Granger-Snape can attest to that.”
Hermione snorted from the opposite end of the exam room where she was ensconced with a 3rd year with a nasty stomachache.
Harry peeked back into the examination room, watching Ginny at work. He admired her porcelain complexion, the rich auburn hair, and the soulful brown eyes. He had shown up at Hogwarts for one reason: to ask Ginevra Weasley to dinner. He slinked back to the exam room before she could notice him, surprised to find Remus Lupin occupying a chair.
“Remus!” greeted Harry, “what brings you here?”
“Just needed a word with one of the medistaff,” he said nervously eyeing the door to the exam room, “and you?”
“Same thing,” replied Harry, taking a chair next to Remus.
“Hermione looks well,” said Remus by way of conversation.
“Yes, marriage to Severus seems to agree with her.”
“No hard feelings, then?”
“Not anymore,” admitted Harry, scuffing his foot against the floor, “Hermione was right, you know? Some things aren’t meant to be, and some things are worth grabbing whilst you can.”
“True,” agreed Remus, “life has an annoying tendency to be shorter than you expect it to be.”
Harry nodded, looking up quickly as Hermione entered the room, greeting both Harry and Remus fondly. After a bit of small talk, she excused herself and left for the library. Remus looked at Harry, confusion evident in his hazel eyes.
“I thought you were here to see Hermione,” he said.
“Nope,” smiled Harry, “not Hermione. I’m here to see Ginny.”
“So am I…” said the former werewolf, jumping up quickly as Ginny appeared in the doorway.
“Is everything all right, Remus? None of the creatures are ill, are they?” she asked, concern flitting across her face.
“No, no, they’re all fine. Thank you for the remedy for the grindylows, though. Being the Care of Magical Creatures Professor is a bigger job than I thought it would be, it’s nice to have some assistance sometimes.”
“My pleasure. So, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking at both Harry and Remus, “either of you.”
“I believe Harry was here first, and what I have to talk to you about might take a bit longer…” conceded Remus.
“Thanks, Remus,” said Harry smiling, “Gin, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night in London? Maybe take in a show?”
Ginny started at Harry for a moment, missing the look of dejection that crossed Remus’ face, “Dinner? As in a date dinner or as in ‘two mates out for a lark’ dinner?”
“Date dinner,” replied Harry.
Ginny smiled at Harry, a smile that thrilled the professional Quidditch player to the core, a smile that shattered the composure of the other man in the room, “Harry,” she said, “I would love to.”
“Brilliant,” gleamed Harry, “pick you up about 6:00?”
“I’ll be waiting,” smiled Ginny.
“Sorry to ask and run,” said Harry, “but I have an appearance to make tonight and I can’t miss it. It’s for the London orphanage.”
“I understand,” said Ginny, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Absolutely,” said Harry, “take care, Remus,” he nodded at the older man.
“Now,” said Ginny, turning her attention to Remus, “what can I do for you?”
Remus swallowed hard and avoided Ginny’s eyes, “It’s really not that important. I’m sorry I took up any of your time, Madame Weasley.”
“Aren’t you going to wait for Kyla? She gets on shift in 10 minutes.”
“No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea just now. Anyway, have a good time tomorrow if I don’t see you in the Great Hall before then,” he said, his voice taking on a strained quality as he turned and left the room.
“Remus?” called Ginny, receiving no response. The redhead shrugged and went back to the infirmary to tidy up before the change in shifts.
Remus left the Hospital Ward, hearing Ginny calling after him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t go back. How could he go back and tell her that Harry Bloody Potter had beaten him to the very thing Remus wanted; dinner with Madame Weasley? She would never believe him. All those months ago, when he first regained his memory after being held captive by Death Eaters then left to fend for himself, Ginny Weasley had been there for him. She celebrated with him on the night he discovered that Hermione and Severus had indeed found a cure for the werewolf condition. He was no longer a slave to the lunar cycle. But he brushed her aside when he was unable to reconcile the beautiful 26-year-old mediwitch intern with the slightly awkward 16-year-old girl she had been before he was kidnapped. That was a mistake, he realized. A terrible mistake. He took up with mediwitch assistant Kyla Bennett but he found his attention drawn again and again to Ginny Weasley. He saw the spark in her eyes, the intelligence…he noticed that the redhead’s fiery temper and personality had been tempered to something more…coldfire. There was a calm rationality in Ginevra Weasley that wasn’t there when she was a child. No. She was no longer a child. She was a woman. A woman Remus wanted to get to know better. But he had competition in Harry Potter. Remus didn’t like competition. He was going to have to win Ginny Weasley. He was going to have to fight for her affection. The former werewolf decided that if he had to resort to dirty tricks to best Harry Potter for the attention of the mediwitch, he would do so. With a sly grin, Remus headed for the one man he knew was adept at dirty tricks, only to find that same man coming up the same staircase he was descending. He blocked the staircase, grinning a disarming grin.
“Got a minute, Severus?”
The potions master glared at Remus, then, noticing his glare had no effect, sighed in resignation, “What do you want, Lupin?”
“Help.”
“With what? And are we planning on standing on the staircase for the duration of this undoubtedly pointless and inane conversation?”
“I want Ginny Weasley.”
“So? Simply ask her to dinner. You can’t possibly bugger it up anymore than you did the first time.”
Remus shook his head, “Sure I could.”
“Well, I’m not sure what you expect me to do about your relationship woes. Let me pass. I would like to see my wife, thank you very much,” said Severus, scowling.
“She’s not in the Hospital Wing,” said Remus, “I saw her leave.”
“Where is she?”
“Not telling unless you agree to help me.”
“Bloody hell…fine. What do you need from me?”
“I need to win over Ginny.”
Severus rolled his eyes, “Just talk to her.”
“I have a rival.”
“Just talk to her,” repeated Severus.
It was Remus’ turn to sigh, “Hermione’s in the library.”
“Thank you,” replied Severus curtly as he walked past Remus.
Remus took two steps down, then turned around and called to Severus, “It’s Harry Potter.”
Severus stopped, turned, his black robes swishing majestically, and arched an eyebrow, “Tomorrow night, 8 o’clock, the Hogs Head,” he said, as he turned back and headed up the staircase.
Chapter 1: Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit
disclaimer: I own nothing but bits and pieces of the plot. JK Rowling owns all the good bits. Chapter titles come from the lyrics of Stephen Schwartz.
It was a cold February day and the students were returning from their winter break. Mediwitch Interns Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger-Snape were prepared for the usual; students who over indulged on the Hogwarts Express, those that were caught, aware or unaware, by a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes special, and those who returned with the usual sniffle or unusual stuffed up nose. Ginny was in the process of removing a rather large book from the nose of an innocent 2nd year when she heard a pathetic attempt at a cough. She looked up to see Harry Potter leaning against the door to the Hospital Wing, smiling at her. With a quick smile and a shake of her head, she motioned him to sit in the waiting room whilst she reversed the Tome Hex from Wilfred Windinger.
“Honestly, Mr. Windinger,” she said, “siblings can be very difficult on those who study all the time. Next time, duck.”
“Yes Madame Weasley,” responded the youngster, rubbing his nostril, which was still quite large.
“It will take a few hours for your nose to look normal again. And I imagine that the elder Mr. Windinger is suffering for his actions?”
“Yes ma’am. Professor Snape caught him as he was getting off the train laughing about it,” the boy shuddered, “he’s cleaning all the desks in the potions classroom…with a tiny toothbrush. I’m scared of Professor Snape.”
“I was too,” said Ginny with a sly smile, “and I’m only a little less scared of him now. But he’s a fine teacher, if you pay attention and listen rather than ask too many questions. I’m sure Madame Granger-Snape can attest to that.”
Hermione snorted from the opposite end of the exam room where she was ensconced with a 3rd year with a nasty stomachache.
Harry peeked back into the examination room, watching Ginny at work. He admired her porcelain complexion, the rich auburn hair, and the soulful brown eyes. He had shown up at Hogwarts for one reason: to ask Ginevra Weasley to dinner. He slinked back to the exam room before she could notice him, surprised to find Remus Lupin occupying a chair.
“Remus!” greeted Harry, “what brings you here?”
“Just needed a word with one of the medistaff,” he said nervously eyeing the door to the exam room, “and you?”
“Same thing,” replied Harry, taking a chair next to Remus.
“Hermione looks well,” said Remus by way of conversation.
“Yes, marriage to Severus seems to agree with her.”
“No hard feelings, then?”
“Not anymore,” admitted Harry, scuffing his foot against the floor, “Hermione was right, you know? Some things aren’t meant to be, and some things are worth grabbing whilst you can.”
“True,” agreed Remus, “life has an annoying tendency to be shorter than you expect it to be.”
Harry nodded, looking up quickly as Hermione entered the room, greeting both Harry and Remus fondly. After a bit of small talk, she excused herself and left for the library. Remus looked at Harry, confusion evident in his hazel eyes.
“I thought you were here to see Hermione,” he said.
“Nope,” smiled Harry, “not Hermione. I’m here to see Ginny.”
“So am I…” said the former werewolf, jumping up quickly as Ginny appeared in the doorway.
“Is everything all right, Remus? None of the creatures are ill, are they?” she asked, concern flitting across her face.
“No, no, they’re all fine. Thank you for the remedy for the grindylows, though. Being the Care of Magical Creatures Professor is a bigger job than I thought it would be, it’s nice to have some assistance sometimes.”
“My pleasure. So, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking at both Harry and Remus, “either of you.”
“I believe Harry was here first, and what I have to talk to you about might take a bit longer…” conceded Remus.
“Thanks, Remus,” said Harry smiling, “Gin, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night in London? Maybe take in a show?”
Ginny started at Harry for a moment, missing the look of dejection that crossed Remus’ face, “Dinner? As in a date dinner or as in ‘two mates out for a lark’ dinner?”
“Date dinner,” replied Harry.
Ginny smiled at Harry, a smile that thrilled the professional Quidditch player to the core, a smile that shattered the composure of the other man in the room, “Harry,” she said, “I would love to.”
“Brilliant,” gleamed Harry, “pick you up about 6:00?”
“I’ll be waiting,” smiled Ginny.
“Sorry to ask and run,” said Harry, “but I have an appearance to make tonight and I can’t miss it. It’s for the London orphanage.”
“I understand,” said Ginny, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Absolutely,” said Harry, “take care, Remus,” he nodded at the older man.
“Now,” said Ginny, turning her attention to Remus, “what can I do for you?”
Remus swallowed hard and avoided Ginny’s eyes, “It’s really not that important. I’m sorry I took up any of your time, Madame Weasley.”
“Aren’t you going to wait for Kyla? She gets on shift in 10 minutes.”
“No, I don’t think that’s such a good idea just now. Anyway, have a good time tomorrow if I don’t see you in the Great Hall before then,” he said, his voice taking on a strained quality as he turned and left the room.
“Remus?” called Ginny, receiving no response. The redhead shrugged and went back to the infirmary to tidy up before the change in shifts.
Remus left the Hospital Ward, hearing Ginny calling after him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t go back. How could he go back and tell her that Harry Bloody Potter had beaten him to the very thing Remus wanted; dinner with Madame Weasley? She would never believe him. All those months ago, when he first regained his memory after being held captive by Death Eaters then left to fend for himself, Ginny Weasley had been there for him. She celebrated with him on the night he discovered that Hermione and Severus had indeed found a cure for the werewolf condition. He was no longer a slave to the lunar cycle. But he brushed her aside when he was unable to reconcile the beautiful 26-year-old mediwitch intern with the slightly awkward 16-year-old girl she had been before he was kidnapped. That was a mistake, he realized. A terrible mistake. He took up with mediwitch assistant Kyla Bennett but he found his attention drawn again and again to Ginny Weasley. He saw the spark in her eyes, the intelligence…he noticed that the redhead’s fiery temper and personality had been tempered to something more…coldfire. There was a calm rationality in Ginevra Weasley that wasn’t there when she was a child. No. She was no longer a child. She was a woman. A woman Remus wanted to get to know better. But he had competition in Harry Potter. Remus didn’t like competition. He was going to have to win Ginny Weasley. He was going to have to fight for her affection. The former werewolf decided that if he had to resort to dirty tricks to best Harry Potter for the attention of the mediwitch, he would do so. With a sly grin, Remus headed for the one man he knew was adept at dirty tricks, only to find that same man coming up the same staircase he was descending. He blocked the staircase, grinning a disarming grin.
“Got a minute, Severus?”
The potions master glared at Remus, then, noticing his glare had no effect, sighed in resignation, “What do you want, Lupin?”
“Help.”
“With what? And are we planning on standing on the staircase for the duration of this undoubtedly pointless and inane conversation?”
“I want Ginny Weasley.”
“So? Simply ask her to dinner. You can’t possibly bugger it up anymore than you did the first time.”
Remus shook his head, “Sure I could.”
“Well, I’m not sure what you expect me to do about your relationship woes. Let me pass. I would like to see my wife, thank you very much,” said Severus, scowling.
“She’s not in the Hospital Wing,” said Remus, “I saw her leave.”
“Where is she?”
“Not telling unless you agree to help me.”
“Bloody hell…fine. What do you need from me?”
“I need to win over Ginny.”
Severus rolled his eyes, “Just talk to her.”
“I have a rival.”
“Just talk to her,” repeated Severus.
It was Remus’ turn to sigh, “Hermione’s in the library.”
“Thank you,” replied Severus curtly as he walked past Remus.
Remus took two steps down, then turned around and called to Severus, “It’s Harry Potter.”
Severus stopped, turned, his black robes swishing majestically, and arched an eyebrow, “Tomorrow night, 8 o’clock, the Hogs Head,” he said, as he turned back and headed up the staircase.