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Memoirs of a Red Headed Witch
By My Wicked Quill
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Category: Pre-OotP, Post-OotP, Post-HBP, Post-Hogwarts, Post-DH/AB
Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Humor, Romance, Songfic
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations, Violence
Summary: Ginny Weasley was always overlooked. Always the youngest, always the smallest, and was never really given the chance to let her voice be heard. But sometimes the best insight comes from those who were always in the background. Her story of redemption, loyalty and love, proves that she was never just the Weasley brothers' little sister.
Hitcount: Story Total: 96328; Chapter Total: 5320
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Based on Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
All’s Fair in Love and Quidditch
How did you get here under my skin
Swore that I'd never let you back in
Should've known better then trying to let you go
Cause here we go, go, go again...
Here we go Again- Demi Lovato
I remember when I knew things were changing, but I was so stubborn at fifteen that I ignored it all.
I would have been an idiot not to notice the way’s Harry looked at me, especially when he thought no one was watching. I would have been mad not to see how he oriented himself around me, how he was always asking me to tag along, on Hogsmeade trips even. And I did notice how he was starting to get nervous in my presence, when I came too close. Such as Christmas Day that year when he came downstairs and sat at breakfast, with strangely, a maggot in the depth of his hair. When I told him this, I went to pick it out and the moment I touched him goose bumps rose on his arms and a faint blush crept across his cheeks.
But I denied it, I constantly told myself that it was my eyes playing tricks on me because now that I had convinced myself that I was over him, it would have been funny to see him start liking me. It was all in my head.
I think, back then, I was just afraid of getting hurt again. Scared of hoping and wishing and watching as it never lead up to anything. That would have been worse than giving up so I just held tight onto Dean.
Whenever Harry asked me to do something with him I’d decline and say I had made plans to meet with Dean. I’m kicking myself, now, for having done that. We could have had so much more time.
However as luck would have it, problems were evolving with Dean. I found him becoming clingy and needy, he always had to know where I was, who I was with. And he was entirely too gentlemanly. That wasn’t a problem exactly; it was that he was old fashioned to an extreme. Sure for some girls that is what they wanted, what they expected, but I wasn’t some girls. I grew up with 6 older brothers, I stood on my own two feet, I did things for myself. When he would help my through the portrait hole I would roll my eyes and ask him sweetly not to.
Of course he didn’t listen.
Quidditch was still going extremely well, but I couldn’t deny the amount of bludgers Harry had been taking because of a distraction. I pretended not to know why, though it was obvious, after practice he would complement each one of my moves and give me endless pointers. He wasn’t watching the snitch but me, closely. My pony tail sagging all over the place, covered in sweat he was watching me.
When Romilda Vane was at fault for landing my brother in the hospital wing after sending a love potion at Harry that fell in the hands of my brother, and with Katie Bell in St. Mungo’s our team was taking major blows. We had to get replacements and those replacements came in the forms of Cormac Mclaggen and Dean Thomas.
Mclaggen was just about as foul as Romilda Vane herself, only in male form. With him on the team it was a new headache every day. He would nag Harry about new Quidditch techniques telling everyone else what to do and how to do it, being everywhere except where he should have been, at the posts, covering for Ron.
“Where is he?” I asked sitting down to tie my quidditch boots in the changing rooms.
Demelza looked up. “No one’s seen him all morning.”
I sighed and was about to say something when Mclaggen spoke up. “Well, that’s not very professional of a captain. If I were captain I’d be here bright and early before anyone to make sure everything is in order,” he was already up and pacing in front of the team who were all seated preparing ourselves for the upcoming match. That last thing we needed was to hear his voice. “Well, I guess since Potter’s late, I’ll-”
“Oi!” I stopped him. “Sit it, and zip it.” My history with the Bat-Bogey hex made him sit.
Minutes were slipping away and the game was coming closer, and we should have been pumping up, going over strategy, Harry should have been there, motivating us. He still hadn’t shown. I could see the team getting restless, without our seeker it would have been an automatic forfeit.
He eventually made it into the changing rooms, at the last possible second mind you, and everyone blew a sigh of relief.
“Where have you been!” I asked standing up extremely annoyed.
He grabbed his robes and whispered to me, “I met Malfoy.”
Of course he did.
I looked over my shoulder at all the pair of eyes watching us in question. “So?” I asked waiting for his head to come out of his robes and passed him his gloves.
“I wanted to know why he was up in the castle rather than down here with the rest of the school.” he replied putting his glassed back into place.
“Does that really matter right now?” I gave him his firebolt, and he was ready.
“Well I’m not likely to find out now am I?” he said to me then turned on his heel. “C’mon then!” I rolled my eyes and followed them all out of the tent. Some things would just never change.
Out on the pitch the match was going alright, until Mclaggen opened his trap. The one moment I let the quaffle out of my reach he started yelling at me left and right, at one point I got so fed up I turned to yell back but Harry got to it first. We scored a few times but Cormac was just the biggest distraction, I didn’t need to know how Cootes should have been going after the chasers on the outside, but Mclaggen was loud enough to let everyone in on it.
If that weren’t enough, Luna was doing the commentating. I loved Luna, I hated how everyone treated her she was just so entertaining. But I would have appreciated her voice more if I had been seated in the stands, not zooming about trying to get on the left side of Demelza for a quick pass. At some point McGonagall had to cut in.
“Seventy-Forty to Hufflepuff!”
I was fifty feet in the air at that point, covering Demelza who had the ball, Cootes on her other side like we had planned, the only thing that was missing was Peakes, who should have been bringing up our tail.
“Is it already?” Luna asked, her attention coming back to the game. “Oh look! The Gryffindor keeper’s got hold of one of the Beater bats!”
I stopped the back wind almost knocking me off my broom and I turned around. And there he was, Mclaggen with Peakes’ bat teaching him how to hit the oncoming Hufflepuff players. Peakes was trying to grab hold of his bat again and my hands were just shaking in rage. That was our winning strategy, I had thought up that position, and he was ruining it!
So many things happened at once.
I was still on the other side of the field and I couldn’t really change any part of what happened but Merlin that didn’t stop me from trying, the moment Harry roared, “You give him back that bat and get yourself to the goal posts, or so help me Mclaggen!” I went full speed to the commotion because I saw Mclaggen go to hit the bludgers. And even before it made contact with the bat I knew where it would go. I kept my eyes on my destination and managed to see Mclaggen miss hit the ball, again, it all happened to fast.
In one instant I stopped and turned around and the next I was racing towards Harry as the bludgers made its way to his skull. I wasn’t going fast enough to save him, I knew that, but when the ball collided with him my heart stopped. I didn’t let my broom do the same, I kept moving as though my life depended on it. Everything and everyone was a blur around me and I wondered if they had seen what I had seen, or if I was the only one doing anything.
I yelled his name as he fell unconscious and I caught him the moment he slipped off his broom. The sudden weight of him on my broom caused us to dip steep and dangerously towards the ground. I kept my arm around his torso balancing him on my broom. Peakes got to me then, but I was too shaken up to let Harry out of my arms.
So he and Cootes helped me get to the ground safely where a crowd had already formed and I let them take Harry. I watched as they took him away to the hospital wing while I was trying to regulate my breathing.
A chorus of “Are you alright?”
“Is he going to be ok?”
“How did that happen?” Chanted around me, but I was barely aware of the voices. I needed to find Cormac. But no.
They expected me to keep playing as though one of my own team’s players had not just knock out our captain, seeker and not to mention my…
That though distracted me even more from the game; what was he to me? It seemed like we were leaning on a thin line, one that I stubbornly didn’t want to attempt to cross. He was more than just my brother’s best friend, we were close. Perhaps like siblings, but I wasn‘t sure if I could handle that type of relationship. And after seeing him bludgered right in front of me my reaction didn’t convince me that what I felt was sisterly. It was confusing when you threw it all in the mix, I just hoped Harry wasn’t as confused, he had more important things to worry about, like those secret meetings with Dumbledore no one ever told me what they were about. I began to see that I truly had been lying to myself those last couple of months, but I was too chicken to do anything about it.
AND FOR LORD SAKES I HAD A BOYFRIEND!
I didn’t play well obviously. Once we all made it to the changing rooms when it was over there was silence. No one had the guts to do it, so I did.
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE, YOU THINKING?” my voice was ice; sharp and cold.
“Well… I….uh…Peakes was-”
“I was doing just fine by myself!” the other boy said. The whole team was now following my lead, standing up behind me, I reached for my wand.
“Yes he was.”
Cormac was absolutely terrified. “It was an accident.”
“An accident that after every time someone told you mind your own business you just did it again?” Coote behind me asked, annoyed. Mclaggen gulped and stepped back, only, we had him cornered.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I told him. “you’re relieved that the great Harry Potter is up in the castle unconscious, because after that stunt you just pulled he’d kill you.” I laughed, “Well guess what? I’m positive he trusts me to do his job well, and I will.”
Mclaggen let out a shriek and pushed past us trying to get away, but he didn’t get away quick enough before I caught him with one of my favorite jinx’s. I don’t think anyone will forget the sight if Cormac’s underwear rising up from the back of his trousers. Everyone roared in laughter as he flew from the tent, trying to stop it. There were already tears in his eyes and he hopped out.
I on the other hand hadn’t cracked a smile, I was far too furious. “That’s what you get when you piss off a girl with six older brothers.” I had most definitely used that one before.
Up in the common room my arms were still tingling from where his body had been. I needed to shower and get to the hospital wing, the longer it took the more I needed to see him. I made my ways up to the bathroom.
“As much as it sucked to lose the game you must admit, Harry’s face when he saw that bludger coming was hysterical.”
I turned around, halfway up the stairs. “What?”
Dean shrugged, chuckling, “The whole thing, it was rather amusing.”
“Amusing? Really you think?”
“C’mon Gin you have to admit-”
“Don’t call me Gin.”
“Why not? Isn’t that what Harry calls you sometimes?”
“You’re not Harry.” he froze, as did a lot of other Gryffindors who were slumped around after our loss. It was too late to take back those words; they came out only too easily.
“Because if you were, you’d be lying in a hospital bed with your skull cracked open and your blood all over my Quidditch robes!” I pointed at the bundle of soiled red clothes in my hands. I marched back down the stairs to face him head on.
“Where’s your sense of humor huh? It was a joke, laugh it off and move on.” his voice was rising too, and now even more attention was being attracted, I didn’t care.
“A joke? You’ve never gotten hit by a bludger have you? Do you remember the last time he got hit with one? He had to grow his bones back, you were there Dean. So sorry if I don’t find it ‘amusing’.”
“God!” he scoffed, “Do you realize what you sound like right now? Harry Potter’s over protective girlfriend. But you’re not your mine!”
I didn’t allow those words to sink in, I just answered to the last bit. “Oh really? Keep this up and we’ll see just how much longer that’ll last.” I pushed past him dropping the robes at his feet. And that is how I found myself storming up to the hospital wing, a mess and not showered. I can still remember how angry I was, all of a sudden more at Dean than Cormac.
Where did he get off just standing there laughing when his own friend, roommate, had just been injured in front of him? I made my way through the corridors not really caring where Dean and I stood. I needed to see Harry.
The wing was empty except for Ron who was flipping through a book warily and Harry on the bed beside him, still asleep with a thick bandage wrapped around his head. A pit in my stomach formed at the sight.
“Ginny!” Ron exclaimed when he noticed me tossing the book aside.
“Shh!” I warned him shutting the door behind me and walking closer.
“Oh relax! I’m so bored! Thank God you’re here, I’ve been trying to wake Harry up but it seems no matter how big the book I use is he doesn’t even stir. He’s not good company when he’s out cold.” Sure enough I could see some magazines and such scattered around Harry’s bed and the floor.
“Ron, honestly?” I asked rolling my eyes. “So he still hasn’t woken up?” I got to my brother’s bed to see that there was, conveniently, a chair placed in between them two. Apparently I wasn’t the first to visit.
“No, but would you tell me what the bloody hell happened out there?”
“They didn’t tell you?” I asked taking a seat.
Ron blushed, “Well Lavender was here when they brought Harry in…and I was well..”
“Pretending to be asleep.”
“Ron honestly, get rid of her already.”
“Anyway, tell me,” he said shrugging it off.
So I did. Ron was grimacing towards Harry’s life less form when I finished. “So over all, not one of our best performances?”
I groaned and sat back in my chair, “The whole thing was a disaster, from the commentating to Harry showing up late.”
“Yea, he almost missed tip off.”
“But he was with me earlier, and he left with plenty of time.”
I shrugged, “He told me he met Malfoy.”
Again, I was never a naïve girl, so when I saw Ron look away I knew something was going on with Malfoy. “What is Malfoy-”
“Where’s Hermione?” he asked changing the subject, I knew a lost cause when I saw one.
I sighed, “Up in the common room, she’s probably taking care of her prefect duties, making sure no fights erupt.”
“Everyone must be pretty upset with Mclaggen right about now.” he was grinning from ear to ear happy to know that we all preferred him over Cormac.
“Well we dealt with Mclaggen already, right at the pitch. He hasn’t been seen since.” My voice was a tad smug.
“So what’s wrong in the common room?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it.”
I looked over at Harry, he seemed so helpless? It was odd to think of him that way, when usually he’s so strong and all, but I bet that was the best sleep he’d had in a while.
My attention came back to my brother, who was watching me with that same expression he had a few years before, that thoughtful look, I hadn’t seen since the night they rescued Harry from the Dursley’s, and again the day on the train when he found out I broke up with Michael last year. It was a distinct look, what it meant, I had no clue, but I still blushed because he caught me starring at Harry.
I stayed for a long while, not particularly wanting to meet anyone else for the rest of the day. Ron had fallen asleep by the time Harry stirred.
It was just a slight movement of the head but it made me feel loads better. I wanted him to sleep, but I also just wanted him to open his eyes look up at me and threaten Mclaggen’s life. I wanted him to sit up and agree that in the future we will look back on this and laugh, I hated seeing him so fragile like that.
I started thinking about what Dean had said, though I knew I shouldn’t have, there wasn’t much else to do. ‘Harry Potter’s overprotective girlfriend?’ What would it be like if I really were? Of course I had thought about it before but never as though it were a real possibility as it seemed to be now.
My mind went into over drive, suddenly it wasn’t Dean and I in that empty corridor, it was Harry and I.
His arms around my waist, my hands in his tangled hair, just so different from Dean. He would smile against my lips because he knew it was me, rather than just some snogging partner. We understood each other, and what we wanted... his woodsy smell, like a broomstick, warm and inviting. His eyes would glow so close to mine I would have a perfect view to his momentary happiness, I wasn’t too short, we fit well. Two pieces of a unsolved puzzle left alone for so long.
I wouldn’t mind that I couldn’t breathe…
“Gin…” he’d sigh…
I jumped when I realized, that sigh didn’t come from my imagination. I was brought back from my day dream with a force I almost felt whip lashed. I turned, expecting to see Harry awake, but he wasn’t.
No one else was in the room and I was certain that was Harry’s voice. He smiled and shifted a bit speaking again.
Harry was dreaming.
I almost fainted.
Flowers? What the bloody hell did that mean?
I grabbed his hand and moved forward, stroking it with my thumb, it was so warm, just like my day dream. My other hand went to his bandages and I started tracing them lightly.
I don’t remember why I did that, I just remember I couldn’t think straight, all I wanted was to be that close to his eyes for real, I wanted to see right into them.
“I’m here Harry,” I whispered, not sure if I was supposed to speak or not.
He smiled again, making my heart stop. It seemed to have been doing that a lot that day. A sudden urge moved me nearer, I was inches from his face when his lips parted, practically asking me. I was so close goose bumps made their way up my arms, I wasn’t breathing straight but it still felt amazing, I wanted so much to make that dream into a reality.
I snapped back up into my original sitting position. I just couldn’t risk my heart like that. I stood and walked out briskly.
I was with Dean. That was when the argument came about it my head, Dean or Harry.
I want Harry.
What if he doesn’t want you?
What if he does?
You’re with Dean.
We are having problems.
Everyone has problems.
I’m better off without him.
No, you’ll just be alone.
I’ll have Harry.
And if you don’t?
Then I’ll just be alone!
So I didn’t do anything. But of course, Hermione didn’t waste any time realizing things either.
“Have you noticed anything different about Harry lately?”
“Uh… no not really, what are you talking about?”
She looked at me and I raised my eyes from my homework, “I’m not buying that Ginny.”
“I don’t need your sickles,” I said dropping my gaze again.
“When I mentioned your argument with Dean to him he seemed particularly interested.”
“Did he?” I asked trying to sound distracted, though she had captured all my attention and then some.
“Yes, he said he didn’t want his team messed up.”
I groaned internally, that’s what I get for reading into things too much. “Of course he wouldn’t.”
“He was lying Ginny.”
“Now why would he do that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Hermione,” I said still not looking up, “not everyone is as swift as you, so no it’s not obvious what you’re talking about.”
She ignored me, “Ginny.”
I dropped my act and set my quill down on my parchment. “I’m with Dean, Hermione.”
A smile made its way across her face, “But who’s the one calling you ‘Gin’?”
“Oh come now Ginny! You told the whole common room that Harry Potter was the only one allowed to call you by a pet name.”
“Ginny is a nick name.”
I shook my head, a bit surprised that no one had told us to keep it down, the library seemed crowded all of a sudden. “What Hermione? You were the one who told me to get over him!”
“Not in so many words.” she snapped, clearly getting frustrated. “I said to let things happen as they should, and you have!”
“So you think things are happening?”
“If they haven’t already then they’re about to.”
We stared at each other for a moment before I said, “I’m with Dean.”
She stood, taking her books, with a last, “Well in your words, ‘let’s see how much longer that lasts.’”
It didn’t last much longer. After that day everything Dean did started to annoy me even more than usual, I didn’t want to admit that I took her words to heart, but he back of my mind was never wrong. One night we were walking silently up to the common room, we didn’t speak much anymore, which was impressive considering we never talked all that much in the first place. As we came though the portrait whole I felt a nudge against my arm, throwing me off balance and almost tripped inside.
“Don’t push me, please, Dean. You’re always doing that, I can get through perfectly well on my own.”
“You didn’t? You really expect me to believe that after all the times I’ve asked you not to?”
He ignored me and kept walking over to the step, just the same as though nothing was going on. “Don’t just walk away!” I called after him.
He turned around and that was when I noticed Ron and Hermione for the first time, Ron was having an argument with Lavender, though it seemed though she was just scolding him as he looked at his feet, Hermione stood awkwardly in the midst of it.
“I can’t even get a word in with you anymore so what’s the point?”
“Maybe you would if you would just listen to me sometimes rather than trying to turn any conversation into a snogging session!” I said with a huff.
“Oh, don’t act like you ever minded it.”
“Well, now I do.”
“Just like how all of a sudden everything I do is wrong?”
“Yea just like that.”
He shook his head, and I crossed my arms. He was finally getting the picture. “Well I don’t know what you want me to do any more.” he turned again but I wasn’t quite done.
“Maybe you would if you would get to know me, I feel like you don’t understand anything, those long winded talks about absolutely nothing! It drives me mad!”
He stopped, “Understand? Of course I don’t understand, there’s so many secrets you keep from me every day, and I’ve finally realized you have no intention on telling me anything.”
I was taken back, he was right, but there was nothing I could do about that. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know, sure, but that doesn’t mean we can't talk about other things!”
“That’s not fair at all.”
“Well then, maybe we should just and it and be done with it!”
“If that’s what you want then fine. I don’t care!”
Though I was furious, each word hit me like a block of ice, he didn’t care, maybe he never had, and our relationship was all chemical and generic. Maybe it was artificial from the start. We didn’t have a connection so naturally he wouldn’t care if it all broke apart.
He seemed to notice the depth of his words and he stepped forward guiltily. “I didn’t mean- Ginny I…”
“It’s ok because you’re right: I’m too much trouble to care. All the drama with my family, my involvement in the war, the secrets, and everything, it’s not worth it, I’m not worth it,” I said, meaning every word. We stared at each other silently; the only other sound in the room was coming from Lavender’s shrieks at Ron.
“It’s Harry isn’t it?”
It became so clear so fast. Who else would I be able to open up to without worrying about revealing too much information? Who else wouldn’t be afraid to stand up to me and treat me as an equal? Who else would understand me when I let them know what Tom put me through?
Who already did?
“It’s always been Harry.” I whispered, knowing there was no point in lying.
He nodded solemnly, “I just hope you can be happy, really.”
“I know. And Dean you really are a great guy it’s just-’
“Not right for you.” I nodded. “Ok…well, I guess…goodbye Ginny.”
Though the break up with Dean was harder than the one with Michael, I was genuinely ok with it. The only times I missed having him was when I would walk the hallways alone with no one there holding my hand, but it didn’t take long for that to change.
Quidditch went on as normal as the team’s spirits soared when Katie and Ron rejoined the team. We were glad to see Mclaggen go. My personality returned as well I was going about joking around during practice making everyone laugh, especially Harry. Maybe it was my imagination but, it was as though he was glad to have an excuse to look at me. But nonetheless I was glad to finally be the cause of his smiles. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t taken any more bludger hits. He was distracted…
“So what are you going to do about Mr. Potter over there?” Katie zoomed up to me in the middle of one of our practices.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if he continues like this, we might not have a functioning captain by the end of the week.” she smirked nodding over to Harry, who at the moment had the beaters running drills. He seemed so determined so focused, and yet the smile on his face just showed how content he was with our progress and well… everything. Other than his mysterious lessons with Dumbledore every so often it seemed things were getting back on track, more that could be said for us in years. I watched him with Katie beside me and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she could hear my heart pounding.
“And what could I possibly do about that?” I asked her.
Katie’s smirk went from slight to full blown. “Hmmm… I don’t know…maybe just snog him senseless and give him back some piece of mind.”
“What!?” I shrieked a little too loudly swerving on my broomstick a bit from shock of how strong my response came. I guess the reason for it was because before she said it, snogging him senseless was just what was going on in my head, being called out on it was completely unexpected.
“Oh please Weasley. It’s me. Katie, Fred and George’s best friend, the one who knows all about your history with a certain infatuation on a green eyed boy?” she laughed when I blushed. “Ginny, come on don’t; you remember your first years here? You admitted to me, begrudgingly might I add, that you wanted two things. To be Chaser on the Gryffindor team and Harry Potter.”
“Begrudgingly? Bell, you practically forced it out of me. But I don’t blame you it blame the twins.” I shook my head at the memories. “still, what does that have to do with our captain and his recent bludger hits?” I knew perfectly well what she meant but playing dumb was the safest choice.
“Ginny you know if you act now you can have both of the things you always wanted? You’re one of my best friends, and if I have to push you towards him I will.”
“Katie, I have no idea what to say to that.”
“How about the-”
“HEY! I’M MISSING TWO THIRDS OF MY CHASERS!” we both looked up to see Harry making his way over to us. “What’s going on here? Gossiping during practice? I thought better of you two.” his voice was serous but we knew him well enough to see his joke.
“Sorry, major news in the world of females.” Katie smiled winking at me.
Harry narrowed his eyes, “Can’t really respond to that. But let’s get back to work alright?’
“Of course Captain Obvious.” and with that last remark she accelerated past us causing enough wind to practically knock me off my broom.
“Bloody!” was all Harry said before he caught my elbow to balance me.
I tried to ignore the tingle it sent up my arm but it was more difficult than it should have been. I pulled my arm away. “I can keep my own on a broom thank you very much.”
“Obviously you can, if not you wouldn’t be on the team.” he said matter-of-factly.
“I wasn’t about to fall off.” I lied.
“And I wasn’t about to let you fall,” he shot back acknowledging my lie.
“Of course not,” I said smiling, “It’s part of the hero complex you have.”
“Hermione’s got you convinced of that too?”
“Nah,” I whispered as though everyone could have heard us. “I’ve known about it for years, I witnessed it firsthand remember?”
He leaned in, “How could I forget?”
“You do sometimes.”
“Yea but not anymore.”
His smile was just so contagious; it created the most attractive little wrinkle just below his eyes that you could only see from close up. I couldn’t help but give him a dazzling smile back.
“So what was Katie going on about?”
“Don’t you know it?”
And I left him sitting there in mid air as I went to join Demelza and Katie.
He walked with me to and from practice and classes, not holding my hand but still. We talked all the time however the moments we spent alone were close to none, after a few seconds someone mainly Ron would come trudging along and we would include them in our conversation. When Ron was the one to catch up to us I would always sense Harry tense, and that’s when it became clear.
Harry was worrying about my brother‘s reaction, what would he think if his best mate started seeing his little sister? And the bothered me to no end. Ron seemed oblivious to Harry and I becoming closer, and neither of them would ever get the courage to talk to each other about it if he had noticed. I knew and understood that Harry valued Ron’s opinion more than anyone else’s; he wouldn’t to do anything that would risk or harm their friendship.
So I was stuck. And suddenly, I wanted Harry Potter more than I ever wanted him before. Only because I knew it could actually happen. I remember being so happy one moment then grumpy and frustrated the next, things were becoming too complicated for my taste.
Complicated became a bold letter word a few days later.
Hermione and I were in the Common Room when Ron told us something was happening with Harry. “He was covered in blood! Again! He ran up to me telling me to give him my potions book. It was so strange.” Ron looked down. “I think he’s in trouble.”
“Well that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary,” I muttered.
Hermione shook her head, “I bet it has something to do with the Half Blood Prince. I keep telling him-”
“Who’s the Half Blood Prince?” I asked.
“The owner of his potions book, well the original anyway, the Half Blood Prince wrote all over that book footnotes and Harry has been following each one to the letter, that’s how he’s been doing so well in class! But he doesn’t even know who it is! I just think it’s wrong, it doesn’t feel right.”
I sat, frozen in shock and disbelief. What Hermione said couldn’t have been true. But then I was sent back to the night I found Harry in the common room reading his potions book, the same night I convinced myself I was over him. I had seen the writing of the Half Blood Prince, she was telling the truth. It didn’t take long for Harry to turn up.
He sat with his head in his hands as he told us the tale of how he almost murdered Draco Malfoy in the bathroom using one of the spells in the foot notes of his potions book. He said he had no idea what It was going to do before he used it. Ron had gone pale while Hermione sat visibly fuming. I just couldn’t find any words.
Harry was ashamed of what he had done, but was defending the Half Blood Prince, still. I had enough of a headache to continue to hear her.
“Give it a rest Hermione! By the sound of it Malfoy was trying to use an unforgivable curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!”
“Well of course I’m glad what wasn’t cursed!” she told me. “But you can’t call that sectumsempra spell good Ginny, look where it’s landed him! And I’d thought, seeing what this has done to your chances in the match-”
I interrupted her, “Oh don’t act like you understand Quidditch, you’ll only embarrass yourself.” Hermione and I were never cross with each other so the three of them sat it silent shock. I was too mad to apologize.
“So seeing that I have detention with Snape every Saturday for the rest of the year, Hermione is right, I won’t be playing anymore,” said Harry softly.
“But…but the quidditch final!” Ron stuttered.
“I know. Ginny will be playing seeker and Dean will rejoin the team as chaser again.”
I looked away, I was in no way defending what Harry had done. I wasn’t on his side, what he did hurt me, the only reason I spoke was because Hermione was getting annoying. So when Harry looked up at me I didn’t meet his eyes.
“It’s the only way that makes sense Ginny!” Harry pleaded when he saw that I wouldn’t look at him. “She’s the best choice for seeker, and you all know it.”
“It’s not that I don’t agree mate…” Ron started, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. I finished for him.
“It’s just unbelievable that this has to happen in the first place.” With that I stood and walked out of the common room, having no desire to continue that conversation. I wanted to breathe by myself and pull it together, but Harry stopped me just outside the corridor.
“Gin!” I didn’t turn around but he persisted. “Listen, I’m sorry.” he looked down at his feet when I finally turned. “I know I let the team down, but I want to thank you for what you said in there.”
I looked into his eyes and whispered, “The team?” I shook my head. “Just the team? Well yes, they’ll be pretty upset when they find out that our star seeker won’t be playing, but can you honestly not think of anyone in particular who might be more upset?” he pulled his eye brows together. “You can’t, can you? No not when you’re off taking orders from a book, hanging on to it’s every word, a book that you just happened to come by. Treating it like a friend. I thought maybe you of all people would know better.”
He was speechless, naturally, but I didn’t care, it hurt to think that what happened to me never registered with him. He seemed to always forget what I went through, and what hurt worse was that aside from Dumbledore, he was the only one who really knew what happened, so it was like it meant nothing. I stood there for a moment. Resisting the urge to lean up and kiss him.
It was a random thought but I was so put of I felt like doing something rash.
But I didn’t.
“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking, but Ginny you have to understand me, the Prince didn’t do anything wrong!”
I sighed. “Harry if you’re waiting for me to say, it’s alright, go back and find that book and trust it again, no harm done; I can’t, I won’t.”
He nodded slowly, “I guess you’re right.” he put his hands in his pockets and began to turn away, I could see that he was ashamed of himself, and I felt guilty. Sure what he did was wrong, but if anyone deserved a break, it was Harry.
“I believe you, you know.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Malfoy being a Death Eater. Ron and Hermione just don’t want to accept the worst.”
“Yes.” I turned again and walked away, feeling his eyes on my back as I did so.
When the final Quidditch match finally came there was no doubt Harry was reluctant to walk away from us to head to Snape’s office. I felt bad for him, but I was more nervous about playing seeker, I hadn’t played seeker for Gryffindor in over a year. Ironically enough, we were up against Ravenclaw, and I was playing opposite Cho Chang.
The team wasn’t looking all too excited in the changing rooms; the nerves were getting to us. A lot rested on our shoulders, without a captain and original seeker the game was going to be hell. We knew that from experience. No one really spoke in the few moments before it started; I just smiled encouragingly at my brother who seemed about ready to show us his breakfast.
The moment the Quaffle left Madam Hooch’s hand, I was air born. The adrenaline sparking up my interest and excitement for the first time all morning. I played smart and calm, taking my time to watch for the snitch, also watching the chasers and deciding how many points I was going to bargain before I caught it. Cho, as I couldn’t help but notice, was zooming around frantically like that little house elf Dobby when Harry didn’t have anything for him to do.
The score was close. We made a goal and Ravenclaw would follow immediately. I knew we needed over 200 points to get win the cup, Ravenclaw needed much less, so I began to sweat. I had to wait, but that didn’t stop me from noticing that forty-five minutes into the game I hadn’t seen a glance of the snitch yet.
Ron was doing well; he saved 4 out of 5 of the balls and was paying more attention to the game than the people in the stands. Dean and Demelza were actually a great pair they had the quaffle moving at blazing speeds. And gratefully, there had yet to be any injuries.
It had been an hour when one of the beaters on the other team was sent to the hospital wing, broken limb. “And back to the game,” Smith was back commentating, unfortunately, “120 to 90, Ravenclaw, seems like Potter ruined the team’s chances landing himself in detention, taking Weasley off her post of chaser isn’t doing any good either.
Just then the snitch showed up, swirling around me before taking a quick plunge. I followed it determined, already blocking out the rest of the world, entering my seeker zone, as Harry and I called it. Only me, my broom and that glint of gold.
It took a few minutes for Cho to catch on but by then I knew I was going to get it, I had to. She came up on my right, her blue blur of a robe against my red one. Don’t ask me why, to this day I still don’t know what made me do it, what made me break out of my concentration, but I turned my head to look at her. She was pretty, I give her that, pretty enough to catch Michael’s attention, pretty enough even to be preferred by Harry Potter. But that was it. This girl who I was so envious of for a few years, she didn’t go to the Department of Mysteries, Harry had never told her about the order of the Phoenix or that his godfather was a framed mass murderer on the run. She knew nothing, like Michael, like Dean. She didn’t have enough in her to keep Harry interested that’s why it was easy for him to walk away. He didn’t have time to dry her tears.
She met my eyes, we were shoulder to shoulder going over 65 miles an hour 150 feet in the air, but all I noticed at that moment was the fact that I didn’t hate Cho Chang. As much as I thought I did, I didn’t, I pitied her. She gave me an incredulous look and focused in front of her again, but it was too late, my hand had clasped around the snitch.
The next few moments were a blur, I probably couldn’t remember them if I tried, but I do remember Ron lifting up my hand that was still holding the ball and yelling, “FOR HARRY!!!” the crowd around us went wild.
The party in the common room was really out of hand, but incredibly fun. Music, banners and confetti, chorus’ of Weasley is our King went around, from what I heard it had been lengthened to add a verse of Weasley is our Queen. Everyone was overjoyed at winning the cup again, but I was only waiting for Harry to show. He deserved to be there, but no doubt Snape was keeping him longer, he must have enjoyed the situation.
“Too bad Harry isn’t here,” A girl whom I knew from my year, Anarise, spoke up behind me, taking a swig of her butterbeer. She never really spoke much so the comment threw me off.
“Uh... Yea, but I know he’ll be here any moment.” I stood on the tips of my toes in the crowed room to search for Hermione or Demelza but all I saw were the heads of Dean and Seamus.
“Hi Ginny.” Dean said softly, warily. “You did great today.”
“Thanks, Dean.” There was a moment of awkward silence as we watch the party around us.
“So Ginny, on the subject of Harry, you have to tell me some stories, considering he’s the man of the hour. You practically live with him there has to be something juicy you can tell us about.” No doubt she was taking a page from Romilda’s book, sure enough, Miss. Vane -no pun intended- herself was standing by the window watching us with a glass of pumpkin juice.
A prominent smirk on her face. Anarise was waiting on me for an answer though that was the last thing I wanted to do. Dean let out a strained uncomfortable cough.
“Is he seeing anyone?” she interrupted me. “You must at least know if he fancies someone.” I knew for a fact that Anarise was a very devoted fan of Harry’s I figured it didn’t take long for Romilda to convince her to get some information out of me. Her blue eyes watched me excitedly, as I struggled with one of the most uncomfortable situations of my life.
Why of all times did she have to carry out this plot in front of my ex boy friend. I had the urge to grab her butterbeer and pour it all down her front, well, maybe not, this girl was just under the influence of Romilda, the butterbeer would be more appropriate down her front.
When I didn’t answer Dean turned towards me with hurt eyes, “Harry’s my roommate, he would have told me if he’s seeing someone,” he said, partly to me, partly to the girl standing beside me. I clearly heard the double meaning in his words.
“That’s because he isn’t,” I said nonchalantly, taking a sip of my drink.
She smiled, “Oh good! I would just be a shame if a catch like him is taken.” Curse her words!
“By someone other than yourself you mean,” I muttered under my breath praying for something, someone to get out of there.
Dean heard what I said, but didn’t comment. He nearly smiled half heartedly.
“I mean Harry Potter! The Chosen One, Ginny you’re so lucky you know him so well, aren’t you both extremely close? I wish I had that kind of relationship with him. Hey you never know, if he’s single then…”
I bit my lip and held my cup tighter, if I had opened my mouth it wouldn’t have been nice, I mean Harry wasn’t mine, it wasn’t like I had the right to be mad at her for saying such a thing, but it irked me extremely. Dean noticed and said, surprisingly,
“I wouldn’t get my hopes up, I know Harry’s type.” Her face fell at his words, but I was looking at Dean he gave me a look that said it all, I turned away blushing. Thankfully I found a way to get out of that mess.
As I looked up Ron was pulling Harry into the center of the party. His face was so bright and shocked at our win.
“Excuse me.” I pushed past the girl and the crowd of screaming people who were currently worshipping our captain, and rushed to him. I forgot all of my embarrassment of that last few minutes I just remember being so happy to see him, when he turned my way, and smiled back at me. Reaching him, I threw my arms around his necj and hugged the life out of him. Ii was so great to know that something as simple as a quidditch cup could raise his spirits so much…and that was my last thought before he kissed me.
Out of nowhere, in front of fifty people, Harry Potter kissed me, Ginny Weasley.
And people thought it would never happen.
It was amazing, everyone, everything faded away and we entered our own world where Voldemort didn’t matter, the war didn’t matter, my brother’s didn’t matter only each other. His lips were slow and loving, cherishing the moment as though he had waited for it so long. However, he hadn’t waited as long as I had.
It wasn’t like kissing Michael or Dean, there was something more, special. Maybe because I knew I had fallen in love with him, or maybe it was how his hand on my neck was sending goose bumps down my spine, or how I fit so well into his body. And my heart, rather than speeding up, it slowed down, making me feel light. I wasn’t sure how long it was but at some point I pulled away and stared into his chest, wondering if that really had just happened.
There were whistles and a few giggles that broke out in the otherwise dead silent room. Hermione to my right was grinning like a fool and Ron just seemed rooted to the spot. I almost laughed when I caught that expression on his face again, it seemed to follow a pattern, as if I could ever forget. Harry must have seen it too, I guessed the only person he would care about then was Ron. I looked up and met his eyes, almost dazed, I had never seem him look so happy, I like I said before back when I told you about the summer I met Sirius, this was the first time I had ever seen him completely happy, with me. The first time he ever kissed me.
I was almost sure I was dreaming at that point but then he nodded to the door and I smiled. We walked out of the common room, leaving everyone still speechless in our way.
I made sure not to miss Romilda’s face.
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