Resolutions (Harry & Ginny Fan Fiction)

Quidditch Tryouts

As I reached the library, two things were brought to my attention immediately - One, sat to the right side of the library was my boyfriend: Dean. But sat to the left hand side was the person that I wanted to be my boyfriend: Harry. As I entered through the large oak double doors that adorned the longest wall in the library, Harry looked up from where he was, with a large book perched on the table in front of him and both Ron and Neville sat beside him, both who seemed oblivious to the fact that I had just walked in. Looking around, I took in the sight before me. 

The library was one of the many areas in Hogwarts which showed its age. Situated along one wall was a large portrait of the Hogwarts Founders: Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. This was an area of the school that was accessible to all the students in the school, no matter what the house and the magnificent painting embraced this. The picture was in a large golden frame, above a burning log fire which was emitting heat and yellowing light to the readers around it. Sofas, armchairs and bean bags were placed around the fire as to give us a snug and warm place to read, perfect for late night studying and bookworms like Hermione. The rest of the library however was taken up by row after row of gigantic bookshelves which held every book a person could dream of reading, from Dragons for Dummies to Pocket Watch to Pin Cushions: A Guide to Transfiguration.

"Hello, Ginny! Come here a second." Dean called from where he was sat on the sofa closest to the fire. I guess, that's my decision done for me. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, I could grow to love Dean as I do Harry, who would be erased from my mind and leave me free to do as I pleased. Maybe this would work, because Harry doesn't love me and I need to get over him. This could be my way out.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I nodded and Dean grabbed my hand as we left the library and headed outside. As we walked we made small talk which although not stimulating for the brain did break the ice a little. We headed towards the Quidditch Pitch. The Quidditch Pitch would always be, for me, a place I could escape to. I would live there if I could

Last year, due to Harry being banned from Quidditch by the toad I played as the reserve Seeker. I didn't do too badly but I am not a scratch on Harry's skills and therefore am hoping to try out for Chaser this year. My brothers, being sexist idiots would never allow me to play when we were younger however little did they know that I have been breaking into the broom cupboard while they were at school for years.  

Outside today however the wind was howling and a late evening frost was starting to appear on the ground, so much so that my every breathe was reflected in the air with a small puff of white cloud. I reached into my cloaks pocket and brought out a pair of woolen gloves. Now that winter was well and truly upon us, I felt obliged to carry my gloves wherever I went and today was no different. My gloves were infact knitted by my mother. She had a knack for knitting, and therefore spent most of the year we were at school doing so, making christmas jumpers for the entire family, knitting scarves, knitting gloves and knitting everything a woman could knit. It saved the family money that way. 

Thank the heavens for my mother's forward planning. But, although I was covered in a large furry cloak the wind stiff clawed its way to my skin, making me shiver as the bitter cold stung my cheeks. Seeing this, Dean, being a true gentleman, took of his own coat and placed it around my shoulders and put his arm around my back as if to protect me from mother nature. 

"Won't you be cold?" I asked, as much as I could get used to the luxury of Deans selflessness I didn't want to leave him in just his school robes in these arctic conditions.                                                                    "Don't worry! I'm like Iron Man; made of steel." he said, though I knew this was his way of reassuring me I had no idea who Iron Man was. Was he a robot? But robots don't exist, do they?