"Not Too Amused" Theodore/Ginny
Title: Not Too Amused
Author: phil_urich
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for peskywhistpaw who asked in her wish list for a Theodore/Ginny pairing and the prompt: “That’s it. I’m in love with you.”
Author’s Note: This has mutated from my original idea into a mult-chapter fic, most of which takes place post-Deathly Hallows. Apologies to peskywhistpaw for that. Oh and tons and tons of thanks to myownmuggle for her being my beta for this story.



 
Ginny Weasley was in a very bad mood as she entered the library to meet with her Transfiguration partner, Colin Creevey. Her roommate’s alarm had never gone off, so she’d missed breakfast and then there’d been Quidditch practice, which wouldn’t have been so bad had she not taken a bludger to the stomach.  She’d had to sit on the sidelines for a few plays and by the time she’d gotten her wind back, Harry had declared practice to be over with, though not before letting the team know that they needed to keep their eyes open.  One never knew when a stray bludger could hit them head on.  The entire team had given her a smirk before going in.
 
All she wanted to do now was get this stupid essay written and then go back to her dorm to rest up before dinner.  Colin was usually good about staying on task, despite his occasional lapses in attention, which was why she was surprised to see him sitting at their usual table with only a scroll of paper, a quill and a vacant expression on his face.
 
“Colin, where’re the books we need?” Ginny asked, her frustration just barely held in check as she dropped her bag on the floor.
 
“I didn’t get here in time.  Nott took them,” Colin replied with a quick nod towards the other boy’s table.
 
Ginny’s jaw tensed as she readied herself for a coming conflict.  She didn’t know anything about Theodore Nott except that he was a Slytherin.  While she was normally fair minded about dealings with people from other Houses, today was not the day to mess with her.  She walked purposefully over to Nott’s table and tapped him firmly on the shoulder.
 
For his part, Theodore didn’t seem to mind the abruptness of her greeting.  Taking his time, he set down the book he’d been reading and casually turned to look at Ginny, his rather thick glasses magnifying his dark gray eyes. 
 
“Yes?” he asked in a voice that sounded unnaturally deep for a boy who was so skinny.
 
“I came to ask for those books.”
 
“Ah,” Theodore said as he turned his back to her and began to read again.  “I’ll be done with them in an hour or so, come back then.”
 
“I need those books, Nott.  Just give us a few hours and we’ll be done.”
 
“No.”
 
“We were going to use those books, Nott.  You just got to them before we did,” Ginny said as she slapped her hand down on the table. 
 
Theodore looked at her hand and then back at Ginny.  She was turning such an interesting shade of red. “I’ve deduced all of this, Weasley.  Would you like to know how?”
 
“No, I would like those books so I can finish my paper,” Ginny hissed.
 
Theodore paused in his reading and leaned back in his chair just a little, emitting a slow sigh as he did it.  "Well, that's it, Weasley.  Your stubbornness and absurd sense of entitlement combined with your...figure and the lovely red hue your cheeks are exhibiting have brought me low.  I cannot deny it," Theodore said dryly as he stood up and then kneeled before her, his eyes still level with her own. "Darling Ginny, I am in love with you."

Ginny was near boiling over now.  Her cheeks were heated from a mixture of embarrassment and anger; her finger tips trembled with just barely controlled rage and her hand reached for her wand of its own accord.  Or at least it would have, had her wand been where she last put it.  Theodore Nott was currently twirling it between his thumb and index finger looking as if he had never seen a wand before.

"Oh, I know it comes as a shock, but I simply could not keep it a secret any longer," Theodore explained with mocking fervor as he reached his hand out to hers.  "Won't you do me the honor of coming to Hogsmeade with me?  I'll buy you as many butterbeers as you please."

"Give me back my wand. Now." Ginny felt tears starting to well up in her eyes.  This always happened whenever she got angry.  Her brothers had teased her about it since she was growing up, but she'd be damned if Theodore Nott was going to see her cry. 

Theodore stood up again, his tall, gangly frame towering over Ginny by at least an extra foot.  "Very well, but I should warn you that Madame Pince is right around the corner.  I wouldn't try any funny business while she's around.  Filch's detentions are nothing compared to hers."  He slowly handed her back her wand and gave her a small smile.

"Is something funny, Nott?"

"Not at all.  You still haven't given me an answer to my Hogsmeade request." He sat on the edge of the table and leaned forward expectantly.

"I’d rather mate with a hippogriff."

Theodore raised his eyebrows at that.  "In that case I have lots of studying to do, but I'll be done with these books in an hour or so.  Come back then. Unless you‘re busy with a hippogriff of course. I‘ll just give the books to Creevy in that case," Theodore replied before turning his back to her and sitting down.

She was not about to be dismissed so easily though.  Taking her wand she poked him in the ribs.  "Nott, I need those books for my essay."

"According to Creevy your twelve inch essay is due in two days, is that correct?  My test is tomorrow.  Tell me, who do you think has a more dire need for these books?"

"You're a bastard, Nott.  Do you know that?  I'm going to find you in these halls alone one day and-"

"-snog me senseless.  Yes, yes Ginny, whatever you like darling, but right now I have to study.  We'll meet at the astronomy tower tonight.  Now stop tempting me with that delicious pout of yours,” Theodore whispered gently.  “I'll be done in an hour."
 
As mad as Ginny was, she knew that getting back at Nott wasn’t worth a detention with Madame Pince and a howler from her Mum.  So, she walked back to her table, gathered up her books and left without a word to Colin.  Perhaps a few hours rest would help her forget all about this or at least provide her with a suitable idea for revenge.



What was that you just said?
That didn't make any sense to me
It's not the way I see it, man
I'm almost tired of listening to you

“Not Too Amused” by Sebadoh