Over Cups of Lemonade
Summery: One Conversation broke three things; two cups of lemonade and Harry Potter's heart. Written for Addicted-To -Sugar-Quill's Summer Loving Competition.
Harry and Ginny sat on the porch of Shell Cottage. Ginny and him both had lemonade in glass cups which Ginny had bought herself for Bill and Fleur. Ginny was looking at the rim of the cup, guilt on her face, while Harry looked at Ginny with concern clearly on his face.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, which although it had seemed out of the blue for Ginny, was exactly what Harry had been thinking about. For the past week they had been at Shell Cottage, Ginny seemed to be avoiding Harry.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Ginny said, although the slight sign of guilt was still clearly on her face.
"Ginny please. I want to make sure you're okay," he said, placing his right hand on her left. Ginny gripped her glass cup tighter, but didn't pull away.
"Harry, I'm perfectly fine," Ginny said, trying to whip away the guilt on her face.
"Ginny, I see it in your face. You were never a good liar. Something's bothering you. What is it?" Harry asked sweetly.
"You're still in love with me, aren't you?" Ginny asked quietly, a slight annoyance in her voice.
"What was that love?" Harry asked, looking at her concerned. Their eyes met for a moment, but Ginny tore hers away.
"You're still in love with me, aren't you!?" Ginny asked louder, but she was just as annoyed.
"Of course I am Ginny. I always will," Harry said sweetly, tightening his grip on her hand.
"Why?" she whispered softly.
"Ginny, what was that?"
"Why!" Ginny yelled at him, clutching her cup. A slight crack started down the side. Lemonade slipped threw it.
"Because you're be-"
"Do you care if I love you back?" Ginny snapped before Harry could finish.
"Of course I do," Harry said with concern. "Ginny wha-"
"Then don't love me!" she screamed at him, her cup cracking into pieces inbetween them. A single tear ran down Ginny's face; Not because of the pain in her hand, but the pain that clearly showed on Harry's face.
"Harry, I don't love you."
Harry dropped his cup, which cracked and spread all around him. Ginny stood, stepping over the small amount of shards of glass in front of her seat. Ginny apparated to her new lover's home after saying: "I'm still in love with Dean."
As Harry walked over the shards of broken glass into Shell Cottage, he didn't feel the pain of his bare feet being torn apart by glass on that hot August Monday. He didn't feel as the glass cut threw the bottom on his bare feet. He didn't feel as he lifted his bare feet up, with the glass still inside. He felt no pain, but his heart, shattered by the only one who can fix it.