Hinny Snapshots

Priorities

"Dean"

Harry stopped. He could identify that voice anywhere. She hasn't spoke his name or to him since the time they had broken apart. His heart ached, was she going to patch up with Dean? He wanted to go on, towards the Great Hall, but had to stop.

He should have gone with Neville instead of Dean and Seamus. Too late now. Although he stopped, he didn't turned around. He acted looking at the notice board.

"I am glad I found you in the common room." She said. She sounded relieved.

Harry could feel Seamus grinning beside him, though he couldn't see his face.

Dean remained silent.

"I intentioned to return you this. I had been busy before with Quidditch and upcoming O.W.L.S and long walks with friends in the evening." She said.

Harry smiled to himself, she was mentioning him, they would walk along the lake after Quidditch Practices, talking about random things.

Seamus' breath caught up. Harry turned around slightly as to see what she was returning.

It was Dean's sketch book, along with a poster of his favourite football team. Dean never gave anyone his sketchbook, not even Seamus.

"No need. You can keep it." Dean said, pushing the things back to her.

"I don't give a heck about Football and even if your "art works" would be good, I don't need nor want them. So if you don't want them burned, take it."

Dean reluctantly took his things back, he had not imagined such kind of a reply.

"Well then, Harry, Seamus, go on, I will return to the dormitory to keep these back." Dean said.

"I will join you." Seamus said.

The two left and Harry made his way towards the portrait, when she joined him.

"Sorry to put you in a solitary breakfast." She said.

"Not if you join me?" He said back, not knowing from where did he got the courage.

Ginny grinned in yes.

"So, do you play football?" she asked as they climbed the stairs to the portrait.

"No."

Her grin just grew.

"And do you like Quidditch?"

"Asking this to your Captain, huh Weasley?"

"Hmm... what's your favourite national Quidditch Team?"

"My favourite team..." He began.

"Stop." She cut shot between his sentence, "Don't tell me Ron converted you to a Canon fan! You won't like me disowning you!" She exclaimed.

"Disown me? Since when do own me?" Was it his imagination or she blushed in real life, Harry knew not.

"I don't know, since now?"

Harry grinned.

"And now, I will tell you the benefits of being a Harpie fan."

"Go on."

"One." She said holding up a finger in air, "Supporting the only all - female Quidditch Team in the national league will attract many girls."

"Hmm...and why would I want to attract many girls? I will do if I got the one I like." Harry said, thinking about Ginny, if him being a Harpie fan would attract her, why not?

"Good. Second," she said holding up another finger in air, "the colours are green and gold, and mum can confirm you that they are your colours."

"So when I told you I don't care about what girls think, you jumped up to your mother?"

"No idiot! I was saying you look good in green, it looks good with your eyes."

Harry tried to ignore the butterflies and tried hard not to blush.

"Moving on, third and most important," she raised a third finger in air, "When I sign up and they accept me, taking in your word that they would be dumb to turn me down, I don't want you to choose between your team and me."

Harry laughed, "I won't have to choose, the choice is obvious, you."

They stopped outside the Great Hall, not wanting to enter just yet.

"Good to know I am high on your priority list." Ginny said stepping closer to him.

"Very much so." Harry said stepping even closer, can't control himself. It was the perfect moment to bend down and just kiss her, but fate wasn't playing along.

"There you are!" Ron said coming out of a random passage.

"Ron! Where were you running?" Hermione asked, exiting another passage.

"I was looking for him." Ron said pointing at Harry.

Hermione shook her head disapprovingly.

“Have you eaten?” Ron asked. 

Harry glanced at Ginny to find her glaring at Ron. “We were just on our way to breakfast.” 

“Excellent,” Ron said obliviously. “We're done with rounds.” 

He continued walking, without stopping, in the direction of the marble staircase, apparently secure in the knowledge that Harry and Ginny would join him and Hermione. A fair assumption, Harry reminded himself, pushing off the balustrade. 

“I'm going to tell him,” Ginny said, quietly enough for only Harry to hear as she fell into step beside him. Harry's stomach sank, his brain leaping into overdrive, imagining Ginny informing Ron that he'd just spent the whole walk from the common room treacherously flirting with his sister. “...that you've betrayed the Cannons in favour of the Harpies.” 

“I don't think I actually agreed to that yet.” He hoped his shaking voice was only detectable to him. 

If Ginny noticed, she didn't show it. She was smiling again, her eye catching his. “You as good as did,” she said as they crossed the entrance hall. “But don't worry, it can be our secret for now.”