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Knife
Ginny's POV on her and Harry, Half-Blood Prince.
I guess you could say that it was Harry that drove the knife between Dean and I. Dean didn't know, of course, but I did. There was just something that always hovered in my mind saying 'But what about Harry' every damn time I snogged Dean. I believed for a time I was finally getting over him, after years of pining after someone who was like the un-attainable fruit at the very top of the tree that I was always too short to reach, I felt that this at least was owed to me, but it all came flooding back that one night after Quidditch.
Harry and Ron found Dean and me snogging behind a tapestry. He tried to hide it but I could see the anger in his eyes, the flash of hurt in the green, then the portcullis fell down, masking any feeling, and my heart jumped at the fact that I may actually have a chance.
After that I found myself staring at him more than ever before, and not realising it, if there was a rule that you shouldn't stare I would have so many detentions I would have to do ten extra years to complete them. But I still could not resist the feast those black locks provided my eyes.
I feel intensely guilty about hurting Dean, I mean he is a great guy, but there was always something missing, a Harry-shaped hole to be exact, and that I just could not give up, ever.
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