Bonded

Chapter Twenty One

Harry had a hard time falling asleep in the comfortable four poster bed that the Gryffindor Boys Dormitories had in the rooms.

His whole body hurt, like a massive bruise. He tossed around, and then finally decided it had something to do with the mattress. He picked up his pillows and blankets and climbed down the cold stone spiral steps to the Common Room.

He threw his blanket on the couch then heard a yell. "Potter! Trying to suffocate me, are you?!"

He pulled the blanket off, revealing Ginny Weasley, her butterscotch colored eyes dancing, and her red hair fanned out across a pillow.

She had a book in her hand marked with a paper that had a moving snitch drawn on it. "What are you doing down here Gin?"

"Same thing as you. Couldn't sleep on the mattress, it hurt my back really bad for some reason. I decided to come down here, but it's not helping much." She sighed.

"Well scoot over Gin. I need somewhere to sleep as well." She scoffed at him, then scoot over. He threw his pillow down and hopped on the couch, making Ginny bounce up a little bit.

He threw his blanket over him. "What're you readin Ginny?"

"I have to finish my Herbology homework, so I was reading this for it." "Doing homework at 11 at night. Rebellious. I like it." Ginny's eyes widened, and the brown seemed to get darker.

Harry came to terms with what he had just said. His eyes widened as well.

He raised his arms up and propped himself up on his right elbow.

"N-not that I like you or anything! I-it's just-." But she was laughing now, and quiet as she could. "Oh my goodness! You should've seen your face! Harry! You looked so scared! You didn't actually think I thought you liked me, did you?!" Harry sighed in relief.

"Thank Heavens." He put his hand down at the same time that Ginny did, in the same place. Her hand was under his.

"Er, Gin?" In response she flipped her hand over and laced her fingers around his. She had really long fingers, the kind made to span a piano.

"Do you play piano Ginny?" She scrunched up her face in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because, you have the hands like someone who would play a piano." She laughed again. "No, I wish I did though. We really don't have a piano to play at the Burrow."

"There's one at my house, my Mum plays it. She could teach you." She looked at him, as if considering his existence.

"I'd like that." That was the last thing they said to each other that night, having drifted off to sleep not long after that.

They were still holding hands.

You know the drill. CaptainMercy