Everything I Want
Chapter One
Avoiding? What Meanst this?
Ginny
I was avoiding him. It wasn't too hard and Ron hadn't noticed. Thank Merlin for small favors. Ron has these occasions where he is astutely observant.
I had been avoiding him for about a week. Not that it was hard, yesterday was his first day home since the end of the war.
That's right the war is over. I should be in his arms, a gold and diamond band on this finger right here. It would look good wouldn't it? Mrs. Ginevra Potter.
Keep dreaming Gin. The war ended a week ago and we haven't spoken to each other. He's being pigheaded and childish. I am being self perservatory and childish. I think I got the better deal. So there, Harry. Right now who's more mature?
The correct answer was me.
But seriously, there is a reason the two most eligible bachelors to come from Hogwarts aren't together.
No, I don't want to talk about it.
He came home yesterday, since the Ministry and the press finally finished with him. He's graduated you know? Even though he never went to his final year, the Ministry gave him full marks and let him pass. I don't think he knows what to do now. He has his revenge, the world is safe from all impending doom (Although Lucius is still alive so life's not all peachy).
I started avoiding him at breakfast yesterday. We were all sitting at the table, eating when Dad burst in yelling excitedly. Harry was with him. My family jumped from their chairs en masse and began congratulating him. I stayed in my seat.
He peeked his head around George for a second and I gave him my Great-to-see-you-again look. He disappeared behind Fleur and reemerged to give me a We-need-to-talk look.
I wasted no time. I grabbed Hermione and dragged her out to the garden under the protest that I needed her help with some of my potions for my NEWTs class this year. Hermione, being Hermione, was delighted to help and snarled unintelligently at everyone who tried to interrupt us.
I wasn't lying, per se. I didn't need that much help with Potions. For the first three years of school, I got by in the class through liberal use of tutors (namely Blaise Zabini) and extra credit. Snape didn't exactly hate me, but I clearly wasn't a favorite. Well actually in a very bizarre sense I was. He made the effort after my first year to set up tutoring for me. Maybe he felt bad, or maybe he thought he could goad me into joining his legion of dark scantily clad concubines.
I really need to stop reading cheesy romance novels.
Any way, I managed through class until forth year. The year I finally got kind of over Harry. Blaise fractured his wrist in an accident on a horse. Then I had a new tutor. For some reason, after only one session with Draco Malfoy, potions seemed to come naturally to me. I swear he did some spell.
But the weirdest thing was, he wasn't mean. He was quite, drawn back. I don't know why I started enjoying Potions and excelling, but I didn't care.
In any case, Hermione and I actually spent most of the day talking about boys and such. Hermione and Ron were finally going out, much to our family's delight. It had taken nearly losing Hermione in the war to realize how much he needed her, but Ron finally admitted it.
That night at dinner, Harry sent me a look that said, we need to talk, NOW! I flipped my hair in a perfect imitation of Fleur before turning to said blonde relative and engaging her in an intellectual conversation about something I can't remember. Alright we did the girly gush thing but Hermione joined in so I can pretend it was intelligent conversation.
I left the table early to help mom with dishes. Harry moved to follow, but Fred and George apparated in at that moment from the lawn where they had been watching and took turns pulling pranks.
Never let it be said I don't appreciate the twins. As of this moment they are the only two males in on my little scheme. They are also the only two males in my house who under stand why I'm not too thrilled about talking with Harry right now.
So now I'm in my room, getting ready for bed. One day down seventeen until school starts.