Part 2 for AggieBell 90
So I've just finished the second part "All the Boys," which I've written for aggiebell90 because she has had a rough time and I LOFF her, you know?
All the Boys: Neville
All the Boys: Michael
II. Michael
"You can't go in there by yourself!" Michael said, grabbing Ginny's arm as she headed toward the Hog's Head Pub. "There's all sorts of…unsavoury people in there."
Ginny rolled her eyes and stared at him. "My brother is in there. Is he unsavoury? Or Hermione? Oh yeah, I forget, you believe all that trash the Prophet writes about Harry." She put her hands on her hips incredulously.
"I never said that," he said with his hands in the air. "It just makes me question his recent actions. I mean fighting on the Quidditch pitch and getting banned for life? No one in his right mind would jeopardize their Quidditch career like that."
"I'm going whether you come with me or not, Michael. Listen to him. I know you want as many OWLs as possible and this is the only way you'll achieve that in Defense with that cow teaching us," she pointed out, appealing to his greater Ravenclaw nature. "So unless you learn loads from reading that silly book and studying the theory, you need to be in there." She gave him a determined look, hoping he'd see her point.
"Fine," he sighed. "But I'm getting more people. There's others who think…Defense is lacking. Five minutes. Come with me and smile. No one can resist that smile." Michael took her hand and they took off toward a gathering of Ravenclaws outside Glad Rags.
As Michael explained things to his House mates, Ginny sighed. While she was happy that Michael was willing to listen to what Harry, Ron and Hermione had to say, she was a tad disappointed that he didn't trust her. After almost a year of seeing each other, Ginny thought he would know her better.
That was the main problem, she reckoned. She didn't know all that much about him, and he didn't know all that much about her. What had started as merely friendship and a shared passion over Quidditch, became Hogsmeade dates and innocent kisses. He made her feel grown up and appreciated. But deep down, she wanted more. She wanted to feel the butterflies other girls talked about when they'd meet up with their boyfriends. She wanted to talk about silly things and laugh together over silly things. Those things never happened with Michael and it made her feel just a little sad.
"Alright then, let's go," Michael said with four friends behind him. "I can't promise we'll follow along with whatever Harry says, but you know him better than we do." He flashed her a broad smile and she felt her stomach flutter.
That was what she was looking for and it was a start.
All the Boys: Neville
All the Boys: Michael
II. Michael
"You can't go in there by yourself!" Michael said, grabbing Ginny's arm as she headed toward the Hog's Head Pub. "There's all sorts of…unsavoury people in there."
Ginny rolled her eyes and stared at him. "My brother is in there. Is he unsavoury? Or Hermione? Oh yeah, I forget, you believe all that trash the Prophet writes about Harry." She put her hands on her hips incredulously.
"I never said that," he said with his hands in the air. "It just makes me question his recent actions. I mean fighting on the Quidditch pitch and getting banned for life? No one in his right mind would jeopardize their Quidditch career like that."
"I'm going whether you come with me or not, Michael. Listen to him. I know you want as many OWLs as possible and this is the only way you'll achieve that in Defense with that cow teaching us," she pointed out, appealing to his greater Ravenclaw nature. "So unless you learn loads from reading that silly book and studying the theory, you need to be in there." She gave him a determined look, hoping he'd see her point.
"Fine," he sighed. "But I'm getting more people. There's others who think…Defense is lacking. Five minutes. Come with me and smile. No one can resist that smile." Michael took her hand and they took off toward a gathering of Ravenclaws outside Glad Rags.
As Michael explained things to his House mates, Ginny sighed. While she was happy that Michael was willing to listen to what Harry, Ron and Hermione had to say, she was a tad disappointed that he didn't trust her. After almost a year of seeing each other, Ginny thought he would know her better.
That was the main problem, she reckoned. She didn't know all that much about him, and he didn't know all that much about her. What had started as merely friendship and a shared passion over Quidditch, became Hogsmeade dates and innocent kisses. He made her feel grown up and appreciated. But deep down, she wanted more. She wanted to feel the butterflies other girls talked about when they'd meet up with their boyfriends. She wanted to talk about silly things and laugh together over silly things. Those things never happened with Michael and it made her feel just a little sad.
"Alright then, let's go," Michael said with four friends behind him. "I can't promise we'll follow along with whatever Harry says, but you know him better than we do." He flashed her a broad smile and she felt her stomach flutter.
That was what she was looking for and it was a start.