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And then Harry saw them.
Ginny. Dean. Sitting in a corner of the common room, talking quietly. She didn't – she couldn't –
A strong wave of jealousy unmatched by anything Harry could remember suddenly came over him. His breathing became very heavy. He looked down at his knees. How could she even – ?
He looked over at Ron and Hermione next to him, who were still talking and seemed to notice nothing. He looked back over at Ginny and Dean, his eyes slightly narrowed. And then –
Ginny looked up at him. At first her expression was pained, as it always was whenever she looked at him nowadays, but it turned quickly into a warm smile and she beckoned him over.
He grinned back. So she couldn't.
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