Nothing But Memories (Revised and Updated)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,279
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nothing But Memories (Revised and Updated)
Ginny whimpered lightly in her sleep, her jaw clenched tight as her hands gripped fistfuls of the blanket. The morning light was already shining through the opaque, gauze curtains. The light cast small rectangles of rainbows on the pale blue walls, as it passed through a large crystal hanging on a small strand of fishing line suspended from the curtain rod. The window was open, and the new summer air was sticky and hot. A small breeze caused the curtains to flutter and a windchime hanging from a light cord to ring gently. The sound resonated in the room, stirring Ginny just enough...she jolted up in bed, at sudden attention. A brief glance around the room confirmed there were no intruders. This time.
* * * * *
\"Fuck, why\'s that always have to happen...\" I leaned over and shut the alarm button off, I was up for the day it seemed. Thankfully only an hour early this morning. I swung my feet over the bed, sliding them into my slippers and standing up.
I padded towards the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. The air was humid, causing the old Red Sox t-shirt I was wearing to stick to my sweaty body. I made a mental note to stop at a department store sometime soon to see if they had air-conditioners back in stock. Boston, during summer, is hell. I shuddered as I thought about what the morning ride on the T would be like. The weather was so different from England, my heart winced as I thought of home.
I peeled my shirt off, kicked my slippers into the corner, and turned on the bathtub faucet. When it was nice and icy, I lifted the lever to start the shower and climbed in.
The comfort of the cool water was soon interrupted by the sound of the telephone.
~~~
I reached the phone on its fifth ring.
\"Hello?\"
\"Hey! What\'s up kiddo?\"
\"You\'re far too enthusiastic for 6am, Harry.\"
\"You forgot, didn\'t you?\" he sounded slightly disappointed.
\"Forgot what, Harry?\" I tried not to sound too annoyed.
\"It\'s Saturday Ginny...the reunion...\" he had an edge to his voice that made him sound like a pouty 5 year old.
\"Oh shit. I thought it was Friday...how much time do I have?\"
\"I\'ll be over to pick you up in 20 minutes. You\'re all packed, right?\"
\"Ugh, no. I thought I had a day left to do it...\" my stomach was starting to feel panicky. Returning to Hogwarts…I wasn’t so sure if it was a wise choice.
\"I\'ll be ready...don\'t worry.\"
\"I\'ll come early and help.\"
He hung up the phone before I could protest.
~~~
One shower and 15 minutes later I heard Harry\'s voice in the hallway.
\"Alohomora!\" then click of the doorknob and the sound of footsteps down the hallway\'s wood floor. I rushed to get the last of my clothing on, buttoning my jeans just as Harry popped his head in my bedroom door.
\"I was hoping to catch an eyeful,\" he winked at me and smiled jovially. \"Still have to pack?\"
\"What do you think?\" the words dripped with sarcasm. I cocked my head to the side, towards a haphazard pile of clothes perched on the edge of my bed.
\"Why can\'t you just use magic? Yanno, that thing we went to school for 7 YEARS to study...that whole wizard and witch deal?\" he seemed perturbed.
\"Sarcasm isn\'t your strong suit, Harry. I don\'t want to, that\'s why. I don\'t need someone else telling me...\"
\"Okay, okay Gin! I\'m sorry I asked,\" he did his best to look cute and sheepish, an illy disguised attempt to endear himself to me once more.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and tossed items into my suitcase as I flung them towards him. I decided not to complain about the lack of folding. I threw a stack of books at him, in rapid succession.
\"Hey! C\'mon! Watch out Gin!\" he protested. “Accio books!”
The books zoomed towards him, and he caught each deftly, reminding me of all the times I’d spent watching him practice Quidditch in the backyard at the Burrow, with Ron and my other brothers. I felt another homesick pang in my chest.
\"No time to watch out, Harry, no time.\" I grinned mischieviously, in an attempt to hide my musings of home, and tossed him a pair of shoes, narrowly missing his head.
* * * * *
\"Fuck, why\'s that always have to happen...\" I leaned over and shut the alarm button off, I was up for the day it seemed. Thankfully only an hour early this morning. I swung my feet over the bed, sliding them into my slippers and standing up.
I padded towards the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. The air was humid, causing the old Red Sox t-shirt I was wearing to stick to my sweaty body. I made a mental note to stop at a department store sometime soon to see if they had air-conditioners back in stock. Boston, during summer, is hell. I shuddered as I thought about what the morning ride on the T would be like. The weather was so different from England, my heart winced as I thought of home.
I peeled my shirt off, kicked my slippers into the corner, and turned on the bathtub faucet. When it was nice and icy, I lifted the lever to start the shower and climbed in.
The comfort of the cool water was soon interrupted by the sound of the telephone.
~~~
I reached the phone on its fifth ring.
\"Hello?\"
\"Hey! What\'s up kiddo?\"
\"You\'re far too enthusiastic for 6am, Harry.\"
\"You forgot, didn\'t you?\" he sounded slightly disappointed.
\"Forgot what, Harry?\" I tried not to sound too annoyed.
\"It\'s Saturday Ginny...the reunion...\" he had an edge to his voice that made him sound like a pouty 5 year old.
\"Oh shit. I thought it was Friday...how much time do I have?\"
\"I\'ll be over to pick you up in 20 minutes. You\'re all packed, right?\"
\"Ugh, no. I thought I had a day left to do it...\" my stomach was starting to feel panicky. Returning to Hogwarts…I wasn’t so sure if it was a wise choice.
\"I\'ll be ready...don\'t worry.\"
\"I\'ll come early and help.\"
He hung up the phone before I could protest.
~~~
One shower and 15 minutes later I heard Harry\'s voice in the hallway.
\"Alohomora!\" then click of the doorknob and the sound of footsteps down the hallway\'s wood floor. I rushed to get the last of my clothing on, buttoning my jeans just as Harry popped his head in my bedroom door.
\"I was hoping to catch an eyeful,\" he winked at me and smiled jovially. \"Still have to pack?\"
\"What do you think?\" the words dripped with sarcasm. I cocked my head to the side, towards a haphazard pile of clothes perched on the edge of my bed.
\"Why can\'t you just use magic? Yanno, that thing we went to school for 7 YEARS to study...that whole wizard and witch deal?\" he seemed perturbed.
\"Sarcasm isn\'t your strong suit, Harry. I don\'t want to, that\'s why. I don\'t need someone else telling me...\"
\"Okay, okay Gin! I\'m sorry I asked,\" he did his best to look cute and sheepish, an illy disguised attempt to endear himself to me once more.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and tossed items into my suitcase as I flung them towards him. I decided not to complain about the lack of folding. I threw a stack of books at him, in rapid succession.
\"Hey! C\'mon! Watch out Gin!\" he protested. “Accio books!”
The books zoomed towards him, and he caught each deftly, reminding me of all the times I’d spent watching him practice Quidditch in the backyard at the Burrow, with Ron and my other brothers. I felt another homesick pang in my chest.
\"No time to watch out, Harry, no time.\" I grinned mischieviously, in an attempt to hide my musings of home, and tossed him a pair of shoes, narrowly missing his head.