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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twenty-Four
It had been almost three full days since Harry had spent any time with Ginny. But this time, Harry knew that it wasn't because Ginny was actively avoiding him like she did before… oh no, it was much simpler than that.
It all began on Sunday, right after Harry and Ron had joined Hermione and Ginny at the Gryffindor table for breakfast in the Great Hall. Ginny had been cheerful, despite the emotional rollercoaster she had endured the day before. If anything, Hermione had been the one in sour spirits… seeing as Ron had sat down with them, and Hermione was still miffed at him for dating Lavender.
They had all talked about trivial things, starting with Harry asking Hermione how she was, seeing he hadn't seen her for two whole days. Hermione had given a brief answer, before the topic of conversation switched over to Harry's plan for the D.A. – which would be starting its first meeting in two days time.
It was as they were finishing their breakfasts, Harry had turned to face Ginny.
"Do you want to spend the day together?" Harry had asked her. "Maybe fly around the pitch and throw a quaffel around?"
Ginny's face had fallen into a regretful smile. "Sorry, Harry, but I promised Collin that we would work on our Potions essay together, today. With it being my O.W.L. year, Slughorn has really piled on the homework…"
"I could help you!" Harry had said in a voice that was entirely too overeager.
Hermione then, had snorted into the book she had pulled out to read just moments before. "Harry, Potions is your worst subject, and you know it."
Harry had scowled down at his food, and speared his egg with his fork, a tad annoyed that Hermione just ruined his chance as spending the day with Ginny. "That's not my fault! Snape is such a terrible teacher, it's a wonder I managed to learn a thing, at all."
Ginny and Ron both snickered at that - leaving Harry feeling satisfied that he got Ginny to laugh - while Hermione had looked scandalized that Harry would say such a thing about a Professor. Even if he had said it about Snape.
Then, Collin had walked up to the table, talking animatedly at Harry, before taking Ginny away from beside him to do homework and study.
And Harry hasn't seen much of Ginny since then. Which put him in a right terrible mood. As he couldn't help but feeling... neglected after spending such a wonderful night together.
The only good news, was that Dean took Harry's threat seriously and no longer bothered him, or Ginny from what Harry could tell.
That Monday, he started his first official potions lesson with Slughorn, which he was able to join seeing as Slughorn allowed students who didn't get 'Outstandings' in their O.W.L.'s, unlike Snape...
Slughorn had been delighted to see him, when he walked through the door to his class, and directed Harry to a cabinet to get a Potion's textbook.
In the cabinet, there was only one textbook left, and it was very old and had writing all over the pages. Upon further inspection, Harry saw that the book once belonged to the 'Half-Blood Prince'. Whoever that may be.
But the extra text in the book proved to be useful, as it gave him the correct directions in how to brew a very advanced and complex healing potion, when others had trouble with it... including Hermione.
On Tuesday, Harry had only just managed to say hello to Ginny, as she was rushing down to the library, and asked if she was still planning on showing up to the D.A. meeting that night. But Ginny must have not heard his inquiry, and she continued along her way without giving Harry an answer.
Harry walked into Potions class with Ron and Hermione, completely downtrodden with the lack of Ginny in his life at the moment. Ron had been complaining the entire way to class about how impossible it was to break things off with Lavender. A fact that made Hermione secretly smile, and start talking to Ron again because of his desire to break things off with Lavender.
When Ron wasn't complaining about Lavender, he would spend his time being extra attentive towards Hermione - A fact that Harry could see, greatly pleased his sister. Ron would ask her questions, ask her for her advice on his essays, and smile affectionately at her whenever he had the chance.
And Harry was happy for them, he really was, but he found himself feeling a little jealous over their budding relationship when Ginny didn't even have any time for her and Harry's friendship at the moment.
So, it was as they walked into Potions class, that they all smelled the most enticing scent coming from the brewing pot at the front of the class. It was a bubbling pink color and Harry couldn't help but find himself wanting to get as close as possible to stick his nose in it. He smelled a combination of smells. Such as, treacle tart, the woody scent of broomstick handle, and a flowery scent he had been so deprived of for too many days... it was the scent of Ginny Weasley.
It was as Harry fell into his seat next to Ron and Hermione, that he felt his cock react to the lovely scent invading his nostrils. But he found himself much too entranced with the smell to even be bothered to care about the predicament happening in his pants in the middle of a full classroom.
Slughorn then walked in, which mostly snapped the students out of their trance, and he introduced the potion as Amortentia, which Hermione explained was that world's strongest love potion.
"I am terribly sorry for any, well, shall we say, discomfort you may feel during class today. Most of you will probably know to what I am referring to, and just know that it a perfectly natural side-effect to smelling Amortentia for the first time." Slughorn explained, and as a result, many students in class fidgeted in their seats with faces of red. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were among them.
It had been difficult to pay attention for the rest of the class, when dozens of fantasies starring him and Ginny together shot across his mind, while he resisted the urge to reach down and palm his cock for relief in the middle of class.
But it seemed he wasn't the only one relieved when class was finally over, based on the way practically all of the students bolted for the door, when Slughorn announced that it was alright for them to pack up their things.
Knowing that he had no time for a quick wank before his next class, Harry thought of many numerous things to get his erection to die down.
Like Dumbledore in a yellow, pok-a-dot dress, which only made Harry want to laugh at the mental image. But when he replaced Dumbledore in that dress with Dudley, his erection died down real fast, after that. And he shuttered each time the image popped into his head multiple times for the rest of the day, against his will.
It was after dinner - which Ginny only stopped by briefly with Colin to grab a handful of dinner rolls, before disappearing to do homework again - did Harry find himself back in the Great Hall hours later.
This was it... his first D.A. lesson that was actually approved by the facility.
He had shown up early with Ron and Hermione, to set up by moving the long dining tables over to the sides of the room. And he couldn't hide his nervousness, as he wondered for the hundredth time, if anyone would bother to show up. Then, that led to thoughts of wondering if Ginny would show up either. As, she never confirmed if she was or not.
Harry had muttered sourly about this to his parents and Sirius earlier, and they told him to stop throwing a pity party for himself. That it would be great if she did happen to show up at the D.A. to support him, as well as learn a few things. But if she didn't show, then he would have to be understanding to the fact that Ginny was extremely busy with her schedule, and Harry didn't need to add any more pressure on her than necessary.
Harry could only agree with their assessment, but he still couldn't help how he felt about not seeing Ginny as often as he would like... especially after she had just gotten over avoiding him.
Harry was distracted from his thoughts at the sight of seeing Hermione transfiguring a chair into a podium for him to stand on at the front of the hall.
"Hermione... do you really think a podium is necessary?" Harry asked her. "I doubt I will even need it."
Hermione looked confused as she turned her attention to Harry. "Of course, you'll need it! How else will everyone see and hear you?"
"There won't be enough people that will show up for that. They will hear me just fine." Harry argued, lightly.
Ron couldn't help but let out a snort at that. "Are you kidding, mate? You're the first student to ever teach a class! Not to mention that you're Harry Potter."
Hermione nodded her head enthusiastically in agreement. "Yes, and not to mention that even if they aren't here to learn anything new, they will come because they will be burning with curiosity."
Ron laughed and nodded as well. "Exactly. Especially since it was the infamous D.A. that fought the battle in the Department of Mysteries. They haven't been able to stop talking about it since the train ride and-"
"Ronald!" Hermione interrupted, her eyes going wide as her face became tense. "That is still a very sensitive subject for Harry, you know..."
Ron's face became ashen with remorse as he looked from Hermione over to Harry in regret. "Sorry, mate..."
In truth, talking about the battle at the Department of Mysteries no longer bothered Harry. Seeing as he could now talk to his beloved Godfather whenever he wanted - which was more than he could talk to Sirius when he was even still alive, because of the fact that Sirius had to stay in hiding. And not to mention, Sirius seemed happier in death than he did in life, now that he had reunited with his best friend, and Harry's father, James Potter.
So, Harry merely smiled and waved off Ron's remorse. "Don't worry about it, Ron. I'm not so sensitive about it anymore."
His best friends both gaped at him in shock. "Since when?!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry fidgeted under their undivided attention and pulled at the uncomfortableness of his collar. "I can't tell you here... I'll let you know all about it after the meeting. We'll go to the Room of Requirement and we'll talk there."
Confusion donned Ron's face while Hermione's eyes were ablaze with curiosity. "Fine, mate. But you better not hold out on us."
Harry smiled, and pretended to be affronted. "Have I ever kept anything from the two of you, before?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry could see a slight smile on her lips that she was fighting. As Ron snickered and they went back to completing the finishing touches on the room.
It was ten minutes later, the first few students started coming in. Which also included an excited Neville and a dreamy-eyed Luna. They both smiled when they saw Harry and came over to greet him.
"Hey, Neville, Luna! Thanks for coming, guys." Harry said, relieved that he had a couple more friends to come support him.
"Oh, we wouldn't dream of missing this, Professor Potter." Luna said, airily.
Harry felt his face burn at the title Luna had given him. "I'm not a Professor, Luna. I'm more of an instructor..."
"They are basically the same thing, aren't they?" Luna asked with a hint of confusion in her tone, as she tilted her head at him in question. "Besides, Professor Potter sounds way better than Instructor Potter, don't you think?"
"Why don't you just stick to calling me Harry?"
"That's a bit too informal, don't you think, Professor?" Neville asked, with a smirk.
Harry gritted his teeth, the git wasn't helping matters.
"Right you are, Neville." Luna said in agreement. Then she looked over at Harry and said, "See? Neville gets it... perhaps, since you don't understand the concept, Harry, you shouldn't be a Professor, after all..."
Harry's jaw dropped while Neville burst into laughter. He had just been promoted in title then promptly demoted within minutes by Luna Lovegood.
He was about to open his mouth to retaliate, when he noticed someone slink into the room out of the corner of his eye...
Snape?! What the bloody hell was he doing here?!
Forgetting his friends, Harry marched right over to the greasy git, himself.
"What are you doing here?!" Harry asked, in a rather rude tone as he forgot his manners towards a Professor in his quest for answers.
Snape looked down at him from his long, hooked nose, and sneered. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for your sharp tongue, Potter."
Harry clenched his fist and shook with fury. "You can't dock points from me when I'm teaching, Professor!"
The slimy git actually smiled at him. "Then, I suppose that it's a good thing that your little club hasn't even started yet, otherwise I would be forced to agree with that assessment."
Harry narrowed his eyes as he resisted the urge to scream.
"And as to your very rude question, I was assigned to be the chaperone for this silly, little meeting."
"It's not silly!" Harry argued. "Last spring, the D.A. was able to hold its own in the Department of Mysteries."
"Ah, yes." Snape drawled in fake appraisal. "The day you and your little group of friends got your Godfather killed. Something to really be proud of..."
Harry had been sure that he had just about to hit the smug, yellow-toothed smile off of that slimy face, but someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away, before he had the chance.
"He's not worth it, Harry." Hermione hissed quietly next to his ear. "If you want to keep the D.A. going, you just have to ignore Snape like he's not even here."
"He said the D.A. was silly, and he docked twenty points from Gryffindor!" Harry argued, passionately.
"Does it really matter, Harry?" Hermione asked, and turned him to face the entire room. "Have you noticed how many students have shown up? Or were you too preoccupied in arguing with Professor Snape about how much influence the D.A. actually has? Because the proof of that is right in front of you."
She was right. Much to Harry's shock, a large portion of the school had arrived and were already seating themselves on the benches to the tables Harry, Ron and Hermione had pushed to the side. And by the looks of it, that seating wouldn't be enough for the crowd that was still filing in through the doors. He was even surprised to see some Slytherins amongst the ranks, but he recognized some of them to be rather shy, and didn't associate themselves with the likes of Malfoy.
"See?" Hermione said with a grin. "You were worried for nothing."
Harry nodded his head, marveling at the number of students who thought that he was worthy of teaching them something.
But then, he started to worry as he saw the large range in age of the students that came in through the door. There was especially a large number of first and second years that decided to come. He couldn't possibly teach them all the same thing at once, as he did last year.
But already, he was working out a plan to fix this in his mind, and came to a plausible solution that would please everyone, as well as challenge them.
As the numbers coming in through the doors started to dwindle, Harry decided that he best start off the meeting.
So, walking up to the podium that he had previously been so sure that he wouldn't need, Harry stepped up onto it, and used his wand to amplify his voice.
"Er... hello. Thanks to everyone for coming to the first D.A. meeting."
Harry paused as he was interrupted with applause, and with just that simple assurance, Harry felt a smidge of his confidence rise. "For those of you who don't know, my name is Harry Potter-"
"You'd have to have you head sat on by a giant, if you didn't know that!" Someone shouted from the crowd, and everyone laughed at the truth of his statement. As they all agreed that something had to be very wrong with a person's mental health if they didn't know who Harry Potter was.
Nerves started to bite away at the confidence he had just found, and Harry swallowed heavily as he waited for everyone to settle down.
But then, at the doors, his eyes caught onto someone who was trying to sneak in late.
It was Ginny!
She was sneaking in with Colin and they both decided to stand at the back wall, seeing as there was no place for them to sit. Her eyes looked tired, but she looked pleased to be there. As they settled themselves into leaning against the wall, Ginny looked up at him and they locked eyes. Ginny immediately smiled up at him and waved, before giving him a thumbs up.
Harry grinned widely back at her, before returning his attention to the room at whole, his confidence wholly renewed.
"Anyways, I would just like to start with what you can expect from Dumbledore's Army - otherwise known as the D.A. I won't be assigning any homework-"
He was cut off briefly by some scattered applause, but he quickly learned to just talk through the interruptions. "But just know that you have come here for a reason. And that reason is to improve on the magical talent that you all already possess. So, though I may not assign you any homework, it is up to each and every one of you to decide if it is worth enough to you to practice on your own. I am merely an instructor, to help you with your technique as well as to challenge your limits."
Harry paused momentarily to let this sink in, his eyes sought Ginny's once again, and found that she was looking up at him with so much pride. He felt like he was the king of the world, in that moment.
"Now, I'm sure that some of you have noticed that there is a diverse number of ages in this room, tonight. And let me assure you, that I won't be teaching you all the same thing. So, we are going to divide into different levels of learning. First and Second years will be at Level One. Third and Fourth years will be at Level Two. Fifth Years will be at Level Three, and Sixth and Seventh years will be at Level Four - along with the members of the D.A. last year, as they had already learned most of the spells that I plan to teach the other levels. Now, if you feel that you are placed at a level that is too advanced for you for the week or if you still have trouble with the spell that is being taught in the level below yours, feel free to join the level for as long as you need. There is no shame in trying to improve on things that you have trouble with, and any judgement on another person's level will not be tolerated. I will not hesitate to ban you from the D.A. if I see that you have become a problem."
It was dead quiet now in the Great Hall now, as everyone was busy listening to every word Harry had to say.
Harry smiled slightly to lighten the mood. "And lastly, before we begin the lessons for each level this week - at the end of the meeting, I invite anyone who is willing, to go up against me in a wizards duel. There will be time to duel amongst yourselves, but if you feel that you really improved upon something, I really invite you to challenge me."
There were many of the younger students that looked terrified at just the thought of going up against Harry in a duel. But Harry was pleased to see a lot of the older students looked intrigued at the notion.
Harry smiled, and decided that it was time to begin the lesson. "Now, the spell we are going to work on for level one tonight is..."
...
Harry walked around the room, watching and correcting the random student that he passed by. Since there were so many students, however, he had Hermione and Ron help him out with helping the younger students.
"That's great, Marcus!" Harry praised the fifth year Hufflepuff who had finally managed to get the spell right. "You see what I mean about how it's all in the way that you hold your wand?"
Marcus nodded eagerly, excited by his achievement. "I can't believe that I did it! Thanks so much, Harry!"
Harry clapped him on the back in a congratulatory manner and moved along to the next student he could find that was struggling.
"Oh, Harry!" A high-pitched voice called out to him, which made Harry cringe. He didn't want to turn around, but he was the instructor... he couldn't just ignore her.
So, hesitantly, Harry turned to find Romilda Vane waving fanatically at him to come closer. Harry almost groaned in exasperation, but decided to suck it up and see what she needed.
As soon as he got close enough, Romilda pouted in what Harry assumed was meant to be in an adorable way...
"I can't seem to grip my wand right for the incantation you showed us...!" Romilda whined. "Can you please show me?"
She held out her hand, in way that said that she expected him to physically move her fingers around her wand until it was in the correct formation.
Harry had just been about to suck it up and show her, so that he could leave sooner. When he saw Hermione come closer, after she had just finished instructing a second year on her spell.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled to get her attention. Hermione whipped around, and seeing that it was Harry who had called her, started towards them.
Harry turned to Romilda, and tried to look apologetic. "I'm sorry, but I promised someone else that I would help them next..."
Hermione came up next to him then, and Harry put his hand on her shoulder and said, "But Hermione can help you. She is an excellent witch and is great at helping."
Hermione looked sideways at him, speculatively, before turning her attention forward to Romilda. "Of course! I would be happy to help."
Harry looked gratefully at Hermione, and she rolled her eyes in acceptance of the situation. Harry took that as his cue to get out of there as fast as he could. Because judging by the scowl on Romilda's face, she had been about to argue against Harry not being the one to 'help' her.
Harry moved around to other students until he came upon Ginny and Colin trying to perfect the Level Four spell. Harry could tell from the slight furrow in Ginny's brow that she was a tad frustrated with herself for not getting the spell down already.
Harry approached them with an easy smile. "I didn't think that you would make it tonight, Gin. Thanks for coming."
Dropping her arm that held her wand, Ginny turned and noticed Harry standing next to her, and she smiled brightly back. "Are you kidding?! Colin and I have been trying to get ahead on our homework just so we could make it tonight!"
This left Harry stunned for a moment before the warmth of affection started to blossom in his chest. Oh, how he loved this girl... she really went out of her way to support him tonight. Even if it was under the label of friendship, she worked hard the past three days, and just for him, too.
"Wow, Gin..." Harry breathed, showing his gratitude and affection through his eyes. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
Ginny's smile softened and she stepped closer to wrap her arms around him, Harry's own arms easily following suit around her. "Well, you better get used to the fact that people care about you, ProfessorPotter."
The title sounded so good coming from her lips, that Harry no longer wanted to reject it. Ginny pulled away and smiled up at him. "You spoke so nicely up there, earlier."
Harry couldn't help but blush, still feeling the warmth of her closeness. "I-I sort of botched it at the beginning there."
Ginny shook her head. "Trust me, when I say, that everyone was enraptured with what you had to say. You're a natural born leader, Harry..."
It was Ginny's turn to blush as she gave him the high praise. But Harry felt his heart grow two sizes larger from the compliment. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her in that moment…
But he knew that he couldn't. So, his eyes started to look around for any distraction he could use to change the subject. And his eyes landed on the wand in her hand.
"Did you need help with the spell?" Harry asked.
That adorable scowl overcame her face once more. "I don't know what it is, but I just can't manage to get it."
Trying not to smile at the fieriness of her current mood, Harry stepped back a little bit and said, "Let me see you try to do it."
Ginny raised an eyebrow and pointed her wand at Colin - who Harry noticed had been watching them with a speculative look on his face.
Turning his attention back to Ginny just in time to see her attempt the spell, Harry immediately knew what the problem was... and the randy teenaged part of him was rather excited to correct it for her.
Ginny looked frustrated again when nothing happened, and she looked at Harry for answers.
"It's the wand movement that is causing it." Harry announced, as he stepped closer to Ginny. Once he was right behind her, Harry reached out to cover her hand - that was gripping tight to her wand - with his own hand.
Immediately sparks and heat shot up his arm where he touched her, and Harry tried his best to ignore it.
Gripping her hand, Harry maneuvered her wand in the correct formation for the spell - which was more rounded than what Ginny had been doing.
Stepping closer behind her, Harry whispered in her ear, "Say the incantation when you're ready."
And Harry maneuvered her hand once again, but this time, Ginny said the incantation.
A burst of light shot out of her wand, hitting Colin square in the chest. Covering every part of him, excluding his head, in a thick substance that was as clear as plastic, but as flexible and containing as glue. Colin started to try and move his limps but found that he was trapped with the wall of the substance.
"We did it!" Ginny exclaimed, happily. Turning around and giving Harry a tight embrace in their victory. But it was a brief hug, but as soon as she pulled away, Harry beamed down at her.
"You did most of it, Gin!" Harry said, showing his support.
"That's great and all..." Colin said, still stuck in his plastic prison. Harry and Ginny looked over at him, having momentarily forgotten about him. "But can you do the reversal spell, Harry? I have an itch on my nose that I was just about to scratch before you did the spell..."
"Sorry, Colin. There is no reversal spell for this one." Harry tried not to outright laugh at the look of alarm that overcame Colin's face. He was the instructor after all, he couldn't laugh at the misfortune of one of his students. But that being said, he internally snickered and thought of this as some friendly retaliation for all the ambushing pictures Colin had made him endure for a few years. But Harry figured that he made Colin suffer enough, so he continued talking. "That's why it's so effective in defense, as any other Death Eaters can't just unspell what you did to their companions with it. But it will wear off in about 26 minutes."
Colin gave a huge sigh of relief, while Ginny outright laughed. And turning to Harry, she said, "You're evil, you know that?"
Then Ginny left his close proximity and went to go scratch at Colin's nose for him.
"Ughhh, Ginny! I could marry you right now!" Colin exclaimed in relief at the itch being seen to.
'Not if I get to her first...' Harry thought, subconsciously. And the thought startled him.
'Marriage? Was he really thinking about marriage? He was only sixteen, for Merlin's sake! Ginny was fifteen! How could he possibly think about marriage with Ginny when they weren't even a couple?'
But the more that he thought about it, the less the idea scared him. He could actually picture it in his mind's eye... Ginny would make a beautiful bride. Though, Ginny makes a beautiful - well - anything, really.
And it made sense, seeing as the one thing that he had always wanted more than anything was to have a family of his own...
A loud commotion from the other side of the room broke him from his thoughts, and Harry's head snapped up to see a poor, first-year Ravenclaw girl crying under the looming shadow of Snape.
Quickly, Harry made his way over to see what the issue was. And as soon as he had come close enough, it was to have the girl beg for his forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Professor Harry!" The girl cried, stepping forward to clutch at his robes in desperation. "I didn't mean to do it! Honest! Please don't have Professor Dumbledore expel me!"
"He can't save you from expulsion," Snape said snidely to the little girl. "He's not even a Professor. Now, you are coming with me to Professor Dumbledore's office."
Snape stepped forward, as though he were about to forcefully grab the girl and drag her into submission, if he had to. But Harry pushed the girl behind him and stared defiantly at the despicable man.
"What is it exactly that she has done, Professor, to warrant such an extreme consequence as threatening expulsion?" Harry asked firmly, already knowing that it probably wasn't much of a big deal, at all.
Snape sneered at Harry. "Not that I have to explain my decision to you, Potter, but the little welp deliberately cursed me, and had to gall to lie about it."
"No, I told the truth!" The girl exclaimed, peaking around from behind Harry with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was clutching so tight to the back of Harry's robes, he knew that they would surely wrinkle. "It was an accident! An accident!"
"Lair!" Snape hissed at the girl, who she jumped and hid her face behind Harry once again.
Harry looked Snape up and down, his eyes searching for any visible damage. "You seem fine to me. Not a scratch on you, anywhere..."
It was then that Ron came up beside him and muttered into his ear, "Mate, Snape has also been docking points and giving detentions left and right. At this rate, no one will want to come to D.A. meetings."
This news infuriated Harry. Snape was going to single-handedly destroy his chances of getting all these students ready for the war!
Harry was about to gear up and tell Snape off - even though he might end up with many detentions for it - when suddenly, an angry lilting voice spoke up from behind him. "Are you saying that you can't handle a curse from a first-year?"
Everyone gasped at the bold question and turned their eyes, including Harry, to the brave soul who dared to mock Professor Snape.
It was Ginny. Of course, it was her... she couldn't stay out of this even if she wanted to. She stared evenly at Snape, her eyes defiant and daring.
Snape's beady, black eyes narrowed, and the ugliest sneer overcame his face as he looked at Ginny with such disdain.
"Detention, Weasley." Snape spat through the quiet that had ensued in the room after Ginny's comment. "For your sharp tongue."
Rage boiled over in Harry at the nerve of this man. Who was he to come in here and punish everyone in what was meant to be Harry's domain?! How dare he speak to Ginny as though she were nothing! How dare he try and ruin what Harry, Ron, and Hermione had worked so hard to build.
"Professor Snape!" Harry bellowed, his voice forceful and stern. "I believe that we should both see the Headmaster about this."
Snape looked as though the last thing he wanted to do was to accompany Harry to Dumbledore's office, but he seemed to assent as he turned on his heel and marched for the door, his black robes billowing behind him. Harry knew that Snape was using this time to get to a Dumbledore first, but he had some loose ends to finish up here.
"I'm sorry for that rude and terrible disruption." Harry began in a loud voice to the entire room. "Let me assure you that I will do everything in my power to fix this so it will no longer happen in any future meetings. For those of you who got detentions or house points docked from Snap- I mean, Professor Snape, I will speak with Dumbledore about getting them revoked. There will be no duel tonight, but I ask you to practice what you learned here tonight in your dorms during your free time."
Harry gave an apologetic smile to the group at large. "See you next Tuesday."
With that, Harry tried to match forward to catch up to Snape and start doing damage control with Dumbledore, when the tugging on the back of his robes stopped him.
Harry turned to see that it was still the terrified first-year that was still clutching the fabric.
Harry sighed and knelt down next to the girl who still had tears in her eyes and down her cheeks. The poor girl was shaking from how terrified she was of actually being expelled. He gave her a kind smile and rested his hand on her arm in a way of comfort.
"I promise that you won't be expelled. Snape is just a bully, is all." Harry said in what he hoped to be a reassuring tone.
The girl nodded shakily, and Hermione stepped forward then and knelt down beside them, Ginny following suit.
Hermione looked at Harry and said, "Go, Harry. We'll take care of her. You need to go and fix this." Ginny nodded her agreement with Hermione, and indicated with her eyes to Harry that he should go.
Harry hesitated for a moment, before he nodded and turned on his heel.
"Hermione and I will meet you afterwards, mate!" Ron yelled after him as Harry ran.
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