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Category: Post-OotP Characters:All Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Drama Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: R Reviews: 453 Summary: When Harry realises his need for Ginny he eventually finds a way to tell her how he feels, but their fairytale romance is interrupted by a battle with the Dark Lord, and Ginny is determined that she won't lose Harry and is prepared to go to any lengths to prevent it. H/G, R/Hr. Hitcount: Story Total: 164391; Chapter Total: 6964 |
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O that ‘twere possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true- love Round me once again!… A shadow flits before me- Not thou, but like to thee. Ah God! that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. ~By Alfred, Lord Tennyson Chapter IX: Hallowe’en Ginny yawned as she woke on October 31st. Sunlight streamed in through the windows of her dorm and hurt her eyes when she drew back the hangings around her bed. “Morning Ginny,” said one of her dorm mates, Charlotte Philips. “Morning Charlotte,” said Ginny. “What’s that you’ve got?” “They’re for you,” said Charlotte. “What?” said Ginny. Charlotte put the box down on table beside Ginny’s bed. “Read the card, Ginny,” said Susan Reynold, another fifth year Gryffindor. Ginny grinned and opened the card. Wear this tonight, Ginny. HJP “Who’s it from?” asked Laura Carrington, who had leapt out of the bed opposite Ginny’s. “Harry,” said Ginny. The other three girls squealed. “Open it,” said Charlotte. Ginny lifted the lid of the enormous box. Inside was a smaller box. She opened the new box and inside was another box. Susan laughed. Ginny opened the next box to reveal another box. “Harry!” exclaimed Ginny. Ginny continued to open the boxes as they got gradually smaller. Finally she got to a long thin box which was velvety on the outside. “Ooh,” gushed the other three girls. Carefully, Ginny flipped open the lid and gazed down on a beautiful bracelet. It was made from silver links and it was Celtic in style with small Tanzanite stones set into the metal. Tanzanite to match her dress. “It’s beautiful,” whispered Susan. “He remembered,” said Ginny. “He remembered what colour my robes are. I told him ages ago.” “That must have cost a fortune,” said Charlotte. “I know,” said Ginny. “It’s not even my birthday or anything.” “He must really like you,” said Laura. “He has loads of money, so this is probably nothing to him,” said Ginny. “Don’t be stupid. A lad could be a millionaire and not bother to spend this much on his girlfriend,” said Susan. “You are so lucky,” sighed Charlotte. “It’s not fair,” sulked Laura. Ginny smiled. “I’d better go and say thank you,” she said wiping the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. She shut the box and stood up with it in her hand. “That bathroom had better be empty when I get back,” she said with a grin. “No way,” said Susan. “Charlotte’s first today. We’ll be waiting to next week.” Ginny laughed and just noticed Charlotte clobbering Susan with a pillow as she left the room. She walked down the stairs from the girls dorm and headed up to the sixth year boys dorm. She pushed open the door and noticed that the hangings around four beds were still pulled shut. One of the boys was standing by the window, staring out across the grounds. He was dressed in a large black T-shirt and white boxers. There could be no mistaking his messy black hair. Ginny crept over to him and put her arms around his waist. “Thank you,” she whispered. Harry turned. “Do you like it?” he asked nervously. “I love it. It’s so beautiful and so perfect,” she said. She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. “What’s wrong?” asked Harry. “Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me before. It’s exactly what I wanted. How did you know?” mumbled Ginny. “So I’m not allowed to ask questions of people anymore?” said Harry. Ginny nodded. Harry wiped the tears from her face. “Don’t cry,” said Harry. “You’re much prettier when you smile.” Ginny grinned. “You’re too nice to me,” said Ginny. “I’ve only given you what you deserve. And besides, what’s the point in having loads of money if I don’t spend it on the most important person in my life,” said Harry. Ginny looked at him open-mouthed. “Me?” she asked. “Yes,” said Harry. Ginny stood on her toes and touched her lips to Harry’s. Very quickly he deepened the kiss. Harry put his hands on Ginny’s waist and let them slide down until they rested on her backside. She kissed him with so much feeling and so much passion. Her hands held onto his waist, pulling him closer to her. “Hey!” shouted an angry voice. “What the hell is going on here?” Harry and Ginny sprang apart and turned to see the red face of Ron. “Well?” asked Ron. “I was just thanking Harry for the bracelet he gave me,” said Ginny. Ron just glared at them. “I’d like to know what you were doing with your hands, Harry!” shouted Ron. Harry and Ginny turned red. “Nothing,” said Harry. “And keep your voice down before you wake up the whole tow…” The door opened. “What on earth is going on in here?” asked an annoyed Hermione. “Them,” said Ron, pointing at Harry and Ginny. “Ron, just leave you sister and Harry alone,” said Hermione. “But… but…” stammered Ron. “He…” “I don’t care,” said Hermione. “Just leave them alone.” Ginny sniggered. “Fine,” said Ron. Hermione left the room and Ron walked into the bathroom. “Whipped,” muttered Harry once the door was closed. Ginny giggled. Harry put his arm around her. “You’d better go and tell Charlotte to get a move on in your bathroom, breakfast starts in half an hour,” said Harry. “How did you…?” asked Ginny. “My secret,” said Harry. “Now go, I’ll meet you in the common room.” “Ok,” said Ginny. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and she half ran, half skipped from the room. Harry smiled as he watched her go. Half an hour later Harry and Ginny met in the common room (now dressed in school robes and not pyjamas and underwear). Harry grinned at her. “I’m starving,” she said. “There’d better be some food left by the time we get there.” “I’m sure there will be,” said Harry, half-laughing. They walked down to the Great Hall and took their seats opposite Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Ron was already shovelling bacon into his mouth and Hermione was spreading jam onto her neatly buttered toast. “So, what do you want, Ginny?” Harry asked. “Everything!” grinned Ginny. Harry and Ginny began to pile food onto their once gleaming plates. Dumbledore stood up at the staff table. “Could I have everyone’s attention, please?” he said. Hundreds of heads turned to stare avidly at their headmaster. “Due to tonight’s ball, there will be no lessons today. Also, the other members of staff and I have decided to leave it up to Mr Harry Potter to choose who will open the dance. Do you have your couples chosen?” said Dumbledore. Everyone stared at Harry looking shocked, but Harry just pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. Dumbledore told him about this last week. “Yes, sir,” said Harry standing up. “I’ve made my decision. The couples who will be opening the dance are: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, Cho Chang and Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Susan Bones, and Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.” “Thank you, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “I’m sure those eight people will be delighted.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as he sat down. “I’m going to kill you, Harry Potter!” said Hermione, angrily. “You’ve done it before, Hermione,” said Ginny, giggling. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I want to do it again!” said Hermione, glaring at the giggling couple opposite her. “And look at who you’ve got us dancing with! Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Cho and that Michael Corner! Eugh!” exclaimed Ron. “I thought it would be very funny to watch you dancing,” said Harry. “Very hilarious,” said Ron sarcastically. “It will be for us,” said Ginny, laughing. & #8220;Ok, Harry, it’s your move,” said Ginny. “Is it?” asked Harry, vaguely. “Sorry, I was too busy looking at you to concentrate.” Ginny smiled. “Knight to E5,” said Harry. “Ha Ha!” said Ginny, loudly. “Bishop to E5.” “You’re just too good,” said Harry. “Who taught you?” “Ron, Fred and George,” said Ginny. “So as well as learning to play ruthlessly, you also learned how to cheat,” said Harry. “You can’t cheat in chess,” said Ginny. “I’m sure Fred and George found a way,” said Harry. “No,” said Ginny. “But they’re still looking.” Harry laughed. He studied the chessboard. “Queen to F3,” he said. “Check.” “Oh, Harry,” said Ginny. “You really ought to pay more attention. Pawn to F3.” Ginny’s white pawn violently attacked Harry’s black queen. “Ouch,” he muttered, ignoring the angry shouts from his chess pieces. “Erm… rook to B1.” Ginny’s face broke into a smile. “Queen to A3,” she said. “Checkmate.” “What?!& #8221; exclaimed Harry. “Oh that’s not fair.” “I think you’ll find it is,” said Ginny, mischievously. She grinned. She stood up and sat on Harry’s knee. “You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?” she asked. “Yes,” said Harry, sulking. Ginny took his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers briefly. “But that could change things,” he added and kissed her again. R 20;Ginny!” exclaimed Charlotte. “You look amazing.” “You’d better be careful,” said Susan. “Why?” asked Ginny. “Because Harry’s going to be drooling all over you,” explained Susan. The girls laughed. “I’m so excited,” said Laura. “Who’re you going with, Charlotte?” “Andrew Kirke, you know, the beater,” said Charlotte. “What about you, Susan?” asked Laura. “I’m going with John Walmsley, from Ravenclaw,” said Susan. “And Laura’s going with…?” “Colin Creevey,” said Laura. “And there’s no point asking Ginny who she’s going with.” “Well, everyone knows that,” said Charlotte. “Ok, ok,” said Ginny. “You can shut up now.” “How’s quidditch this year, Ginny?” asked Laura. “It’s great,” said Ginny. “Jack and Andrew are much better. Katie and Colin are great chasers, Ron hardly lets anything in, even when Katie’s shooting, and I don’t even need to tell you how good a seeker Harry is. You’ve all seen him in action.” “What about you, Ginny?” asked Susan. “Everyone says you’re the best chaser on the team,” said Charlotte. “Really?” asked Ginny. “Yeah,” said Laura. “Katie said they wouldn’t be able to play half as well if you weren’t on the team.” “By the way, are you wearing your bracelet?” asked Susan. “Of course,” said Ginny, holding out her wrist. “It matches perfectly,” said Charlotte, gazing at it. “You are so lucky, Ginny Weasley. Life is not fair,” said Laura. “Oh my God,” said Ginny. “I was meant to meet Harry five minutes ago.” She rushed out of the dormitory. “I wish I was in love,” sighed Charlotte. Ginny hurried down the stairs into the common room. Small wisps of hair fell from their arrangement at the back of her head and framed her face. “I’m sorry I’m late, Harry,” she said. “Ssh,” he whispered, putting his finger to her lips. He kissed her gently. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. “You are so beautiful,” said Harry. “You look incredible.” “Thank you,” said Ginny. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” “Yes, really original of me, isn’t it?” said Harry laughing. “Come on,” said Ginny. “We’d better go if we want prime seats to watch the opening dance.” “Welcome to the Hogwarts Halloween Ball!” announced Dumbledore at exactly 7:30. “Please put your hands together for the Weird Sisters.” The hall erupted in cheers. “And now, could our four chosen couples please open the ball for us tonight,” finished Dumbledore. A grumbling Hermione and a red faced Ron joined the other six on the dance floor to open the ball. Ginny sat beside Harry at one of the small tables which had been placed around the sides. She rested her head on Harry’s shoulder and snuggled into his chest. He put his arm around her. “Don’t they make such a cute couple?” said Ginny. “They’ve been perfect for each other since the day they met, it just took them so long to realise it,” said Harry. “Look at Malfoy,” said Ginny. “He looks ready to kill.” Harry laughs. “I thought it would be amusing to embarrass him,” said Harry. More and more students began getting up to dance. “I’d ask you to dance,” said Harry. “But I’m too comfy sitting here.” Ginny smiled. “I could sit here forever,” she said. She looked up and his eyes met hers. She shuffled in her seat and raised her face to his. Their lips met and everything was forgotten. Everything except each other. Many dances and kisses later Ginny had got up and gone to get a couple of drinks for herself and Harry, who had stayed behind watching Ron and Hermione. “Everything is not as it seems, Weasley,” said a cold, sneering voice behind her. She turned round. “What do you want, Malfoy?” she asked quietly, trying to control her temper. “Surely you must see it,” he said, his face breaking into a smirk. “Potter doesn’t want you.” “What makes you say that?” Ginny asked, trying to ignore the cold hand of fear that had grasped her heart. “Look at him. Look at him staring at Cho Chang. He’s wanted her from the beginning. He’s been using you Weasley,” said Malfoy, laughing. “No,” said Ginny. “It’s not true.” “Just look,” said Malfoy, walking away. Ginny turned and looked at Harry. She followed with her gaze the path his eyes were taking, and she realised it. He was staring at Cho, avidly. Malfoy was right! Harry never wanted her. He was just using her. How could she have been so stupid? She turned and ran from the hall. Harry looked up just in time to see her disappear through the doors. He jumped up and ran after her. He sprinted through the corridors until he reached Gryffindor tower. The first, second and third years would be in bed by now. “Pig’s foot,” he said as he reached the fat lady panting. The portrait opened and he scrambled through the hole. He entered the common room quietly. There she was, as beautiful as ever. She sat on a dilapidated old sofa and gazed into the dying fire, and she was crying. “What’s wrong, Ginny?” he asked, sitting beside her. “Go away,” she hissed. “What’s wrong?” he asked again, more persistently. “Leave me alone, Harry,” she ordered. “I don’t want to talk to you, right now.” “What happened?” he asked. “I know that you’re just using me,” said Ginny quietly, not looking at him. “Why the hell would I do that?” he asked. “To get Cho back,” said Ginny. “That’s insane!” shouted Harry. “I don’t want Cho back! Don’t you remember what happened on the train, when she asked me out and I said I was with you so I wouldn’t have to say yes. I don’t like her anymore. I’ve not like her for a long time now. It’s you that I like, Ginny. What did I say to you this morning?” “That I was the most important person in your life,” she whispered. She turned to look at him. “Oh my God, I’m so stupid,” she said, tears falling more readily down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Harry. It’s just Malfoy was saying it, and then I looked over at you and you were watching her and…” “Hold on,” said Harry. “I wasn’t watching Cho. I didn’t even notice she was there. I was watching Ron and Hermione to see how red Ron’s ears would turn. And Malfoy told you?” Ginny nodded. “Why did you listen to him?” “I don’t know,” sobbed Ginny. “It just made sense when I saw where you were looking, I didn’t even realise that Ron and Hermione were there. I’m so sorry.” Harry gathered her up in his arms and held her tight. He kissed the top of her head. Suddenly he knew, he knew exactly what his feelings for her were. He knew why she had been plaguing him in his dreams for months and why he needed her. “I love you, Ginny,” he whispered. Her head jerked upwards and she stared at him. “What did you say?” she asked. “I love you,” he said again. “But you should hate me for not trusting you, and acting like an idiot,” she was crying again. “Ginny, please don’t cry. I could never hate you. Never.” And Ginny knew that she loved him too. She had always loved him, ever since she was ten years old, and she knew that she could never love anyone else. Her heart belonged to him. “I love you too, Harry,” she said. Harry smiled at her. He kissed her and as she deepened the kiss her arms snaked around Harry’s body. Harry trailed kisses across her neck and collarbone. She let out a small moan. His lips reached her mouth again, and he deepened their kiss. This was their moment. A/N What do you think? Not my best chapter, but I think I’m getting better. I’m going to skip forward now quite a long way to Ginny’s birthday and Christmas, otherwise I’ll never finish this story. A big thank you to all my reviewers. I love you all. I think that Harry was a bit OOC in this chapter but I don’t care. Please review, and tell me what I’m doing right/wrong. Please don’t be mean though, I don’t like mean. Thanks for reading. More on the way! |
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