The Essence of Ginevra
Harry's fallen for Ginny, but she is with someone else. What happens when Ginny overhears a secret confession when Harry thinks he is all alone? Will he ever experience...the essence of Ginevra?
Harry was at the Burrow, staying with the rest of the Weasley's. He much preferred this arrangement than staying with his Aunt and Uncle. He'd never got along with them, the Dursley's, or their oaf of a son, Dudley. Today was one of the few days he was alone. The new semester at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was only a few days away. Harry was eagerly looking forward to it. He and the rest of the Weasley's were supposed to go shopping for their semester school supplies, but he had felt ill that morning. He had apologized to the rest of the Weasley's and said he would go shopping for his the next day. They reluctantly agreed. So with that, it was one of the few times that Harry had found himself alone at the Burrow, and was now sitting at the kitchen table. But today, school, or shopping for the semester's supplies was the last thing on his mind. On his mind at the moment was...
"Ginevra..." he whispered softly.
Ginevra, or Ginny as she was usualy called, was the Weasley's youngest child, and only daughter. Harry was very good friends with Ron, and the twins Fred and George Weasley, although the latter two were slightly older than Ron and himself.
He thought of the name again. Ginevra. He always called her Ginny when they spoke. Although, much to his frustration, they didn't speak nearly as often now as he would have liked. Their relationship had evolved over the few years they'd known each other. At first, Ginny couldn't get two words out to him. He being the Boy who Lived, and she having a schoolgirl crush on him - she'd been so nervous around him that she could barely be in the same room with him without dropping something, or putting her elbow in the butter dish. Harry smiled at the recollection of Ginny's awkwardness around him when they'd first met. He had some experience in this regard lately, he thought ironically.
Eventually, Ginny and he had formed a sort of friendship. She had gotten over her shyness, and saw Harry as a person, and not as a famous figure. They would talk, but Harry felt uneasy around her. He liked Ginny then, but Ron, his best friend and her older brother, seemed to watch him like a hawk whenever the two were together. He tried his best to hide it, but let's face it - Ron never was good at being discrete about anything. Harry's lips turned into a smile as he thought about Ron being discrete. Other times, Ron gave up the discrete act altogether, and purposely stood, or sat between Ginny and him as if to act as a physical barrier between them.
Now even older, Ginny had discovered boys on her own at Hogwarts. This fact was much to Ron's chagrin. He wasn't happy about Ginny having boyfriends, being a protective older brother, but he didn't actively try to isolate her from them, as he always did with Harry. Ginny had already dated a few fellow Hogwarts students already, and he himself had kind of pursued Cho. His stomach kind of fluttered a bit, at his memory of how awkward, and foolish he must have looked. He had a hard time talking, or acting around Cho at the beginning. He definitely empathised with Ginny's behaviour of years ago.
Cho...he had liked her at first. But after a few dates, he realized it was not to be. He just didn't feel that spark. And being a wizard, Harry had some experience with sparks. He wanted to feel, not to put too fine a point on it, magic! And not because he was a wizard studying magic. He wanted to feel that magical feeling of love - of loving someone with all your heart, and them returning the emotion. He wanted to experience all the grand feelings, and accomplishments that two people in love could experience. Oh Lord...his thoughts were starting to sound like a romance novel, he thought as he chuckled lightly. So far, the only person who fit that description in his mind was...
"Ginevra..." he whispered again.
He thought about the name once more. It was weird how he said it. He never called her Ginevra. It was always Ginny. But when he thought of her, like this, he always called her by her proper name. He couldn't explain why. It just felt right for him to do so. It was different, it was interesting, it was...so much like her, he sighed. He closed his eyes now.
His thoughts drifted to Ginevra. He formed a mental picture of her now in his mind. Her eyes...they seemed to stare right into his soul. Her lips were curled into a soft smile, as they often were while they were together. Her luscious lips, they looked so soft. how many times had he imagined kissing them? He longed to feel his lips against hers. Her cheeks were pale and soft. Sometimes theyt would tinge slightly pink when she got embarassed. That soft blush on her cheek had so often sent his heart racing. Her hair - it was perfect. It looked so soft, like strands of fine silk, had been woven specifically for her. In his mind, not a single hair was out of place. It was perfect, just like her. The mental picture in his mind of Ginevra, made his knees wobbly. All he wanted...was to love her!
He'd come to this startling revelation some time ago. He couldn't explain how it happened - it just did. Ginny, to him, began to evolve from someone he hung around with, to someone he wanted to be with. And from there, all the little things she'd do, that made her Ginevra - and that he probably never noticed before, or took for granted, he began to notice. The way she absently played with her hair while she studied, and her delicate ivory coloured fingers gently ran through her hair, intoxicated him. It was as if everything she did, was designed to pull him closer and closer to her, until he realized that this was the woman he just had to be with. Well, maybe he was overdoing it a tad, but it was not far from the truth. Honestly, almost everything she did seemed to please him. When she laughed, it was music to his ears. She was not part Veela, but she may as well have been as far as he was concerned because each time she laughed it was like the sweetest song sung by a choir of Angels.
So this is how it happened that Harry had now found himself wanting to be with Ginny Weasley, but he was pretty sure that she did not reciprocate the feelings. She felt comfortable with him, but she now treated him as a friend, or only slightly different - as her brother's friend. She didn't look at him the same way she had when she was younger. She wasn't nervous around him now, as she used to be. The roles were reversed it seemed. "What a cruel twist of a joke" Harry thought to himself as he pondered this.
And what topped it all off, was that Ginny was already dating someone else! She was dating Michael Corner now - a Ravenclaw Quidditch player. Harry sighed again. He was sighing a lot lately. It probably had a lot to do with thinking of Ginevra all the time, he reminded himself, unnecessarily. This was hopeless. Harry wasn't really sick today...he was heartsick. The feeling of knowing and watching who you're supposed to be with, as they are with someone else, was more than he could bare. He just needed to be alone with his misery. He folded his arms on the table, and thumped his head down hard onto them in frustration, causing the silverware on the table to rattle.
"Oh Ginevra...why can't I just be with you? You're the one I want..!" he said aloud, frustrated now beyond all measure.
In the next room, and unknown to Harry, Ginny Weasley's eyes opened wide at this accidentally overheard confession. Her soft expression of a smile she had worn a moment ago instantly disappeared as her jaw dropped. She took a sharp intake of breath, and then held her hand to her mouth, as if to stifle any more noise at all. She dared not to breath, or even move now. Her pulse began to speed out of control until her blood was thundering in her head. Her heart and stomach both felt like they were doing backflips. She couldn't believe what Harry had said.
"I'm the one he wants?" she thought to herself.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review! It gives me the motivation to keep writing, and it only takes a few seconds. ;) There will be more chapters, if I feel sufficiently motivated to continue the story. *hint hint!*