Bound To You

Chapter 34

How could this happen? She'd done everything, absolutely everything, to ensure that her Harry will be chosen as a champion. Why was it her instead?

Her body shook as the Headmaster once again said, "Ms. Weasley--Ginerva, please come up here."

"B-but I..."

"Now. Please."

She could feel the weight of the stares from the whole Great Hall, and she lowered her head as she got up. Glancing to her Harry, she shot him a pleading look, but she only caught surprise on his features as well. She shook her head.

"I-I didn't put my name in, I swear!"

"I know, my dear," the wizened old man said, "I know, which is why I also need Harry Potter to come up here."

With a surprisingly steady voice, he replied firmly, "Yes, Headmaster."

When they entered the hidden room, the other two Champions turned to look at them, surprise filling their eyes.

"What? Eez zere somezing 'rong?" the French boy asked, his obsidian eyes looking at the two younger teens.

"Did we get chosen wrongly?" the German girl said with a thick accent.

"That's not it. I think there's some sort of... complications going on," Harry said, his eyes flickered over to her body. Feeling bold, she took his arm and shoved it against her nicely developing breasts, letting him feel how big they were compared to others her age, yet downplaying her scared little sister act. She heard him sigh, and was secretly thrilled that she was making him feel something.

"Stop it, Gin," he said, shrugging off her hands. He must be playing the flustered part, trying to keep it cool. She grinned internally and grabbed the back of his robes instead. Before anyone else could say anything, the Headmasters and Headmistress walked in, and blue eyes met hers immediately.

"Zere must've been some sort of mizunderstanding Dumblydoor! She'z way too young to partizipate!" the huge Headmistress said vehemently. The first time she saw her, Ginny thought that no one would like that sort of woman, with a big body, no matter how big her breasts were nor her wide hips. She wasn't curvy at all, and all fat everywhere. She was far prettier than any girls in all three schools, and most of the Beauxbatons students are Veelas, so it didn't count.

"To be honest, I'd also like an explanation from you specifically, Harry," the old Headmaster said, his blue, heavy gaze on his golden boy, on her Harry. He fidgeted for a moment before he took a deep breath and exhaling it.

"I... made a Speaker's Oath with Lady Magick... sir..."

"A Speaker's Oath?! You dumb, boy?!" the Durmstrang Headmaster... Karkaroff or something. He then continued to spout off a rant in some language that he was saying far too quickly to catch.

"Igor, please," Dumbledore said warningly, and he stopped. He then turned towards her Harry, asking non-verbally for elaboration.

"Well, I sorta had a bad feeling earlier today, and thought that I had to do something before it's done," he started.

"What did you say in your oath, Harry?"

Ginny felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew that she was in deep trouble--especially when her Harry turned to her with a look in his eyes.

"I said that if I were to be chosen as a Champion, it was not done willingly, and if the person who placed the parchment in had intended to hurt me and my loved ones in any way, that person will be chosen instead of me," he said, and she realized what his heavy gaze truly meant. "You knew that I didn't want to be a Champion, Ginny. Why did you do it?"