Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Written by JK Rowling
Published in 2005 by Scholastic
It is the middle of the summer, but there is an unseasonal mist pressing against the windowpanes. Harry Potter is waiting nervously in his bedroom at the Dursleys’ house in Privet Drive for a visit from Professor Dumbledore himself. One of the last times he saw the Headmaster was in a fierce one-to-one duel with Lord Voldemort, and Harry can’t quite believe that Professor Dumbledore will actually appear at the Dursleys’ of all places. Why is the Professor coming to visit him now? What is it that cannot wait until Harry returns to Hogwarts in a few weeks’ time? Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts has already got off to an unusual start, as the worlds of Muggle and magic start to intertwine…
My favorite thing about Half Blood Prince is Harry and Ginny. Throughout the whole series, I always wanted Harry to be a part of the Weasley family and when Harry and Ginny finally got together, I was one happy lady! However, the movie handled it so poorly! I don’t understand why they had to have that scene in the Room of Requirement where Ginny initiates the kiss. It was such crap. The book was perfect…after the Quidditch match and Harry just reaches out and kisses her. I, also, love Ron’s shoulder shrug, like “oh well. It could be worse.”
Without further ado, here is my favorite scene from Half Blood Prince:
Chapter Twenty-Four: Sectumsempra (page 533)
“We won!” yelled Ron, bounding into sight and brandishing the silver cup at Harry. “We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!”
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
After several long moments – or it might have been half an hour – or possibly several sunlight days – they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny’s head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vana looking as though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry’s eyes sought Ron. As last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, then Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well – if you must.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which – if they had time – they might discuss the match.