Trust me (standard:romance, 23956 words)
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Added: Nov 11 2002	Views/Reads: 3168/2279	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Part IV of the Ginny and Harry series. Told by Ginny, she faces her fear of singing in front of the school, her late night roamings of Hogwarts, and how their world crumbles around them when a discovery is made...Fluff and Peanut butter sandwiches within

TRUST ME 

Part IV of the Ginny and Harry series 

Disclaimer: This is based on the wonderful work of J.K.Rowling, who is
obviously not me! Please don't sue me...or I'll set fluffy on you! 

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“Ok, now deep calming breaths, breathe...breathe...” said Harry
soothingly as I tried to do as he said. 

I took in a deep breath, before breaking out into a worried laugh, and
jumping up and down frustratingly. 

“I can't do it Harry, I just can't do it...all those people watching
me...” I whined, shaking my hands nervously and pacing around in front 
of the door. 

“You can do it, ok? Now again...deep breathes, your feeling calm, very
calm...” said Harry, making me laugh as he tried to hypnotise me with 
his wristwatch. 

“Aren't you supposed to use a pocket watch for that?” I asked, trying to
keep a straight face as I watched him regard his watch critically. 

“Yeah, but needs must” he said shrugging making me giggle harder. 

“That's better, now concentrate on laughing, happy smiling
faces...happy, very happy, when I click my fingers, you'll act like a 
chicken” 

“Shut it you” I said, playfully shoving him as I peered through the
window in the door. 

“Ok, serious face now. You WILL be all right, you will get up there,
you'll do your thing, and they won't even bother auditioning the other 
people!” he said so firmly that for a second I almost believed him. 

For a second. 

Before I could protest though, the door was swung open and Harry pulled
me through and I tried to quell the butterflies in my stomach as I saw 
the stage, the spotlight, the music stand, and the judges. I grimaced 
and made to turn back before Harry grabbed hold of my hand and dragged 
me forward and placed me down in a seat. 

“Oh no you don't” he laughed while I scowled at him. 

“Sara Carter” came Madam Chantuer's voice from the panel of judges and I
glared at Sara who walked onto the stage, all dolled up and looking 
every bit the glamorous singer. 

I looked down at my robes self-consciously, and took in the tattered hem
and patched pieces of fabric. I frowned even more deeply and tucked my 
hair behind my ears. I flinched as Sara started to sing a perfectly 
pitched rendition of a famous magical world song called Merlin's sword. 
I looked across to the judge's table and saw Dumbledore nodding 
appreciatively as was a few other teachers. Madam Chantuer was looking 
spellbound. 

“She's not as good as you” murmured Harry glaring at Sara, before
planting a kiss on my nose. 

I giggled quietly to myself, half out of nerves and half out of
excitement. Soon Sara finished and everyone burst into applause that 
rang through the classroom, as Harry and I sat and glared stonily at 
her, skipping down the steps, the perfect image of a dainty choirgirl. 

The list of applicants was only short and only three people had to sing
before me. The first was a shy third year that had forgotten the line 
halfway through and had ran of the stage face flaming. The second was a 
sixth year who was actually quite good, although she sung some of the 
words to the muggle song wrong, and the third person was one of Sara's 
friends, who had been bullied into singing badly so as Sara could win. 


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